Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ( Chapter 1 )

Schuldig's Punishment

 

Schuldig wandered around the crowded room, rather bored with the atmosphere. He huffed and snatched a drink off a platter, startling the waiter holding it. He wasn't exactly angry that Crawford had dragged him to this place.

 

The German was mad because Crawford brought him here, and then walked off, ordering to do some trivial tasks. “This insults my abilities.” He thought at his master.

 

Crawford replied mentally, “Just shut up and watch the man will you?”

 

“Why? Did you foresee anything bad happening?”

 

“No.” his master replied, “But something most certainly will happen if you slack off.”

 

Schuldig rolled his eyes and continued to wander around the room, grabbing food of trays and downing drinks in one gulp. He occasionally looked over his shoulder at the man he was supposed to be guarding.

 

The 15-year-old bodyguard and assassin rolled his eyes and went back to eating the cashews at the bar while he waited for more waiters with food to wander by.

 

Suddenly, behind him there was an ear splitting scream. He spun around, a look of horror on his face as he saw an assassin slicing through the man Crawford had ordered him to keep an eye on.

 

Crawford ran in and instantly noticed Schuldig standing across the room. He sent a very harsh and threatening glare but turned to run towards the assassins. However, because he hadn't been alerted of their presence sooner, he was overwhelmed as one snuck up behind him and hit him over the head.

 

Guards quickly flooded it and shot the assassins, as soon as the smoke had cleared, Schuldig ran across the room to go to his master yelling out, “Crawford!”

 

He fell to his knees by the unconscious man and slipped into his mind. He gave a sigh of relief to see that it was nothing serious and the man would only be unconscious for a day or two.

 

Schuldig wrapped his arms under the arms of the 20-year-old, lifting him. He silently thanked himself he and his master was so similar in size, making it easier to carry him.

 

He pulled the man to his car, and cautiously drove him to their home before taking the man inside, finally getting the body up into his room. Schuldig laid the man on his bed, he then quickly locked the door to insure the Farfarello or Nagi wouldn't wander in.

 

Schuldig undressed his master's chest so he could clean the man's skin, so when he woke up he'd at least be clean. He sat in a chair next to the bed when he was done; he felt a deep since of guilt within him.

 

Not only had he directly disobeyed his master's orders to watch over the oaf that hired them, but also because of his negligence, Crawford was now injured and would be unconscious for the next day or so. He slumped over a bit as he started to think ahead, it was almost definite that he would be punished for his disobedience and the result of it.

 

He shivered and tried not to think about it, instead he continued to watch his master as he lay on the bed silently.

~*~

Schuldig woke up the next morning still sitting in his chair, but his face was propped in the hook of his arm, which was lying on the bed before him. He sat up and realized the bed was empty.

 

“You're awake.” Came a deep but smooth mellow voice. Schuldig looked up, and then sat up straight when he saw his master. Before the young boy could say anything Crawford began with an eerie smile on his face, “That little stunt of yours yesterday, it deserves punishment.”

 

Schuldig went still, a chill running down his spine from those words. Crawford continued, “I don't want actions like that becoming habit, you must realize.” He checked his watch, “Well, we should begin. Stand up, Schuldig.”

 

The boy obediently, and shakily stood. Crawford motioned, “Good, now lets go. My supplies aren't in here.”

 

Schuldig then meant to follow his master out, to wherever he was supposed to go, but instead he did something he never thought he would do…

 

He turned and ran to the doorway and out the room as fast as he could. At any moment, Schuldig expected to have the vice like grip close around his wrist and pull him back.

 

But he continued to run, trying to get as far as he could before the inevitable occurred. He reached the front door, he pulled it open, it didn't even have some sort of hidden lock on it!

 

Schuldig ran out onto the street amazed he was able to escape.

 

He slowed down for a moment to look over his shoulder. Crawford was leaning looking out his window, watching as his slave ran away.

 

Schuldig came to stop, confused, he'd thought that Crawford would have chased him out to the door. He watched the cold, unreadable face and turned to continue running.

~*~

The next day Schuldig found himself feeling horrible. He couldn't stand to be away from his beloved master, and wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it.

 

“I guess that's why he was never afraid of me running away.” He thought to himself, “Where would I run to that I couldn't come back?” he pulled his knee up under his chin, “He knows I can't stand being away.”

 

He rested his cheek on the knee pulled to his chest and sighed, looking around the park. Schuldig decided to find out what the man was doing, so he got up and went in search.

 

With a great deal of effort, Schuldig climbed up into the tree that looked into Crawford's study. He grasped onto the branches wobbly and watched the 20-year-old.

 

Crawford was sitting at his desk reading a book quietly. After a moment he quietly inserted a bookmarker and closed the book, saying quietly, but loud enough to hear, “Schuldig.”

 

The mentioned boy gasped silently and let go, falling to the ground before quickly hurrying off again. Crawford looked over his shoulder and sighed, “I must have imagined it.” He then shrugged and continued reading.

 

~A Few Days Later~

 

Schuldig squinted then opened his eyes; he sat up on the roof he apparently fell asleep on. He closed his eyes again, remembering that Crawford wasn't there to wake up with him.

 

Staring at the sky, the boy decided it must be about noon. He stood up and decided he'd look for Crawford and apologize, then ask for forgiveness. Schuldig quietly walked down the streets till he made it to his master's home.

 

He went inside quietly, walking from his bedroom, to his study, to the kitchen and den. Crawford wasn't anywhere.

 

Schuldig snapped his fingers when he finally thought of it, “He must be in the space room waiting for me.” With a small smile, the 15 year old walked to the space room and pushed open the door.

 

Crawford was sitting across the room, reading a book quietly, he stated, “Schuldig, you've come.”

 

Schuldig nodded, though his master was not watching, “Yes.”

 

He held out a hand and motioned, “Come here.” Schuldig complied and crossed the room till he stood by Crawford with his head lowered. Crawford ordered, “Kneel.” He did without complaint.

 

Crawford drew his fingers through the boy's hair, “You came to see me here didn't you?” Schuldig nodded, the man admonished gently, “Speak to me properly Schuldig.”

 

Schuldig answered, “Yes master.”

 

Crawford asked, “And why did you come back to me?”

 

After a pause he answered, “Because… I… couldn't stand being away. I wanted to be near you again…”

 

Crawford asked, “You realize I must punish you for your disobedience though, and for running away correct?”

 

He nodded, “Yes master, do what you want… Just, forgive me, and let me come back.” He trembled slightly under the hand.

 

The master nodded, “Very well then.” He stood, “Remove your clothes and stand there, in the center of the room, with your back facing me.”

 

Schuldig bowed his head slightly, “Yes master.” He stood and started to the center of the room slowly but gracefully, unbuttoning his jacket along the way. He slid it off and put it to the side, he pulled his fitted black shirt over his head and set that to the side as well.

 

Soon he stood in the middle of the room, completely bare before his master. The slightly taller man walked up behind him. Schuldig swore he could feel the others heartbeat they were so close.

 

The older boy put his hands on the other's hips and guided his hands slowly upwards. When he got to the underarms, he lifted the boys long arms up, guiding them up above his head, “Stand on my feet for a moment.”

 

He struggled with it, but Schuldig managed to keep his arms in the air where his master held them while backing up onto his feet, making him a little taller.

 

Crawford pulled gently on his arms so he got on the balls of his feet to make his arms reach whatever his master was trying to get to. He looked up to see what Brad was doing.

 

Brad placed one of the slender wrists inside a padded leather cuff, then methodically fastened it before doing the other. He stepped away from the boy then, leaving him without support other than the cuffs.

 

Schuldig teetered on his toes for a moment, looking up at the cuffs and pulling at them. It was no use of course, they were strong, and the padded leather hugged his wrists gently, but snugly, promising no hope for escape.

 

“Tilt your head down slightly.” Crawford ordered, “I don't want your hair to get messed up.” Schuldig leaned his head forward as ordered, the older boy brushed the hair to the side, insuring the long locks wouldn't be damaged.

 

His master left momentarily, giving him some time to think. Going through this ordeal, Schuldig remembered the last time he'd been in a position such as this, with one of his earlier masters.

 

He could vividly recall the details of the whipping he got. He shivered slightly, wishing there was a way he could avoid it. But he would not back out of this, he agreed to submit himself to whatever punishment Crawford had for him, because he couldn't stand being away from his master.

 

The 15-year-old let out a sharp gasp as something hot poured over his back. Crawford explained, “It's hot wax, it shouldn't be too hot for you to handle.” Schuldig remained quiet, breathing deeply as his master poured and rubbed the hot substance over his back and even down over his rear.

 

Schuldig had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, the feeling of the hot warmth being poured and smeared onto him felt more incredible than he would have thought. After a moment, he noticed the result of the pleasure was stirring in his groin.

 

Crawford walked around to stand in front of the boy, “Do you know what its for?” The boy shook his head and Brad answered his own question, “The warmth and smoothness of it…” he stepped forward, sliding his arms to clasp onto his slaves back gently, “Makes your skin more sensitive and receptive.” Schuldig silently gulped.

 

Crawford dug his fingers into the wax, hardly touching the skin with the tips of his nails. He drew his fingers down the back, pulling of the wax off and brushing his nails over the sensitized flesh as he continued.

 

Schuldig gasped and arched his back from the pleasure. He shuddered and lay his head back as the nails continued down his back. Brad chuckled and finished taking off the rest of the wax, relishing how Schuldig desperately tried to conceal his moans.

 

Crawford reluctantly moved away from his slave and went to fetch the large black bag he'd brought his supplies in. He knelt and searched through, finally finding the long leather whip he'd brought for this occasion.

He cracked it once in the air, startling Schuldig. Crawford watched as the boy clenched his fists and lowered his head, preparing himself for the assault. Seeing the younger boy was ready, he laid the first strike.

 

Schuldig arched and gasped, the older man laid another strike. He was taking extra caution to make sure he used his dexterity in using the whip. He only touched the skin, raising painful red welts, but never cut the skin.

 

In his mind, Brad detested owners who punished their slaves and left permanent marks. He could not bear the thought of damaging Schuldig in such a way.

 

Before he had begun this punishment, he'd extensively thought out how far was too far. He wrote the thin line between punishment and abuse… Besides, not that Schuldig knew it yet, but the point of this was not pain, it was pleasure.

 

Schuldig gasped and twitched slightly with ever crack of the whip. The strokes fell through out the expanse of his back, rear, and thighs. He'd started to realize from after the very first strokes, that this punishment didn't feel anything like that whippings he'd had from previous owners, from before he belonged to Crawford.

 

Of course this hurt like a mother, and he'd never had this many lashes before, but it differed so much still. Every strike erupted with pain but soothed out with a tingling sensation that traveled down his spine to his groin.

 

After a while, the once pained gasps, turned into pleasured breaths. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes from the pain, but there was no denying the growing package between his legs.

 

His legs trembled; Schuldig was loosing the strength in his legs as the lesson continued. He put more weight in his arms, stretching his body out a little longer, giving his master a larger canvas.

 

Finally, Crawford came to stop. Almost all of Schuldig's back, butt and thighs were reddened. The master brushed his long fingertips over the back, “Does it hurt?”

 

“Yes master.” He forced out, choking on his breath.

 

He let his hand wander to the boy's side, then onto his flat abs, moving from the heavy breathing, “Do you like it?”

 

Schuldig shuddered and nodded, then said in a quiet voice, “Yes Master.”

 

Crawford brushed his lips over the base of the boy's neck from behind, “Do you want me to continue?”

 

There was a pause; Schuldig lowered his head further and shivered, “Y-yes master.” He never thought there'd be a day that he'd want to be whipped. It even sounded ridiculous while he was saying it.

 

Crawford kissed the flesh tenderly then stepped back. He reached into his bag and found the lubricant and vibrator he'd brought. He lubricated two of his fingers and slipped them into the tight anus of his beloved.

 

Schuldig hissed from the sudden intrusion but made himself relax, knowing the thick plastic phallic would be coming next. It was the methodical order that his master used every time.

 

This was how they interacted sexually, since Brad disliked the idea of losing control of a situation. The man could assume that the young boy would be something `off the charts' and he wouldn't be able to control himself, so sexual acts were often done with vibrators or oral.

 

The older boy removed his fingers and inserted the lubricated plastic, watching with fascination as the length disappeared into the younger boy. When it was half way in, he dragged it out a little, the slid it in more before sliding it out again.

 

The younger boy couldn't help but squirm as the plastic slid back and forth in his orifice. His body reflexively clutched at the dildo, making the feeling more acute when it was slid out and in again.

 

Schuldig finally stopped playing with the plastic device. He presses it deep into Schuldig's hole, leaving the bottom embedded between Schuldig's firm butt cheeks.

 

Grabbing the leather 9-tailed whip, he ran his fingers through the 9 long, broad leather strips, and then raised the device over his head.

 

He landed the leather on Schuldig's thigh. He made a strangled cry and danced around on the balls of his feet, surprised with the acute pain this one brought.

 

Another fell, on the upper part of his butt. He cried out a little more quietly, clenching and unclenching his fists. The pain was much sharper, the thicker straps delivering a blow that covered more skin, and the 9 tails amplifying the feeling.

 

Schuldig endured the harsh pleasure till the point he felt he would scream. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, biting his lip to try to suppress it. Suddenly, the assaults stopped.

 

The master brushed his fingers over the boys back, allowing his hand to drift to the area between the navel and groin, “Schuldig, are you a masochist?”

 

“N-no master… at least, I didn't think I was…” he replied after a moment.

 

“You didn't think you were?”

 

“I've never responded to… this sort of thing like this before.” He stated.

 

Brad reached his arms around the boy, to caress his front, “I highly doubt any your previous masters whipped you in this way.” He presses his own hardening length against the small of Schuldig's back, “This combines pain and pleasure. With each lash I've given you Schuldig, you've grown harder haven't you.”

 

Schuldig nodded, “Yes… master.”

 

The master was quiet for a moment, studying the young boy before he slid his hand in back of the boy, down the thrashed back, over the voluptuous ass, to between his legs.

 

He touched the plastic phallic again, pushing and pulling on it before sliding the entire length out. Schuldig moaned at the loss of the intrusion but prepared himself for the larger plastic dildo he expected to come.

 

Schuldig closed his eyes and spread his legs slightly, trying to regulate his breath before he was penetrated. He didn't notice as Crawford walked around him. The master slid his hands down Schuldig's legs and lifted them.

 

Schuldig, suddenly putting all of his weight in his arms, began to struggle. Brad held the legs still, pinning the boy's knees to his hips. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

 

He quickly obeyed, wrapping his legs around the thin hips and trying to balance his weight. Crawford put a hand under the boy's bare bottom, lifting him slightly. His other hand went to his own pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them part way down his legs.

 

Schuldig gasped, “Wait, y-your going to take me?”

 

Crawford smiled and brushed his lips over Schuldig's neck again, “I don't care any more about keeping control. If I lose control, so be it. I want you, all of you, right now.”

 

The younger boy went silent, watching his master's face as he was lowered onto the radiating heat beneath him. Schuldig bit his lips and quivered after a moment, as far as his ass was concerned, the dick seemed to go on forever.

 

Finally it came to a stop, Schuldig breathed in deeply, noticing he was feeling quite light headed. The slave was thankful that he'd already taken the plastic dildo, or there was no way he'd be able to stand the much longer and wider intrusion now inside him.

 

Brad remained as still as he could, allowing the boy he embedded in to adjust to the feeling. After what had felt like an eternity to the impatient boy, Schuldig leaned over and rested his forehead on his master's shoulder.

 

The man slid out a little before moving back in. The next time he slid out almost completely, before sliding back in a little faster.

 

The tight ring of Schuldig's anus gripped reflexively at the appendage entering him. Crawford gasped and his back arched as he moaned while his organ remained in the heated tunnel with the pressure on it from all angles.

 

“Schuldig.” The American sighed out, enjoying each thrust more than the last. Continually pulling out and pushing in, faster each time. He was so absorbed in his own feelings of ecstasy; he didn't notice the firmness pressing against his stomach, begging for release. “Oh, Schuldig,” he groaned, “I… this is so… incredible. I could stay in here forever.”

 

The young boy whimpered slightly and bucked his hips, “I-I want to come.”

 

Crawford continued rocking into the heated passage, groaning his pleasure.

 

“Master, please, I want to come.” He almost sobbed this time.

 

The master continued his pace. “Please master, let me come. I want it so badly.” Schuldig did sob the words this time.

 

Crawford opened his eyes, “Schuldig,” he chuckled, “That's why this is punishment.”

 

Schuldig's eyes widened, he hadn't even thought of why his master would have chosen something so pleasurable to be his punishment. “M-master… it hurts, I can't hold it, it hurts to much. Please let me come.”

 

The master chuckled, watching his pet with his dark, half-lidded eyes, “Don't worry if you can hold it or not Schuldig. You will not come until I say.”

 

Schuldig's pleasure was still mounting from the length moving into his backside, “Please, have mercy, Master. I- just -ah- put your hand on me. Please.”

 

“Don't tell me what to do.” Crawford said in an irritated voice, though he was smiling, quite amused with himself.

 

Schuldig had his eyes clenched, trying to get his mind off the blatant need standing erect. He whimpered slightly and bucked again, this time brushing some of his length against the firm chest of his master. He sighed at the feeling of the slick warmth of his master's stomach.

 

Desperately he pumped forward, relishing the friction, though it was small. Crawford noticed this after a moment and reached a hand down to grasp the organ. Schuldig grunted but widened his legs and pushed up, waiting for his master to grant his release.

 

But he did not, Crawford continued to thrust into the tight hole, and kept a firm grasp on his slave's organ, insuring the boy wouldn't come. After a moment Schuldig whimpered, and rocked his hips, asking for more attention on his need.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“I want to come, master.” Schuldig cried out, his brows scrunched in concentration, but his mouth open in ecstasy.

 

“I don't think you've suffered enough yet.” He followed his statement with a harsh squeeze.

 

“Master! -Oh- please, I- I want it, so badly. Please, I -ah- want to -ohohh- come! Forgive me, please. I'm sorry for what I -gasp- I did. I'll never -nnn- never do it a-ah-again.” Schuldig begged, his speech constantly interrupted by his master's thrusts.

 

Brad smiled, though Schuldig couldn't see it. He moved his hand up and down the length briskly, stopping only when he came. His pet came shortly after he did. They remained where they were for a moment, breathing heavily.

 

Schuldig kept his legs locked around the older boy's waist, afraid he might leave him there. Crawford slid his hand up the outside of one of Schuldig's arms till he reached the cuffs. He gripped the two wrists, holding them in place as he undid the straps with his other hand.

 

After he was unlocked, Schuldig threw his arms around the older boy's neck. Both being weak at the moment, they fell to the ground, and remained that way for a great deal of time.

 

The American brushed his fingers over Schuldig's reddened back and said, “Schuldig, don't disobey me again. I don't want to discipline you, but I will to keep you in line.”

 

Schuldig asked, “Then why did you `punish' me this way this time?”

 

“I wasn't sure how you'd react. If you disliked it, it would be punishment…”

 

“But because I do like it… now what?” the younger boy inquired.

 

“We can do this again.” Crawford said through a grin, his dark eyes sparkling with sadistic fantasies. Schuldig blushed, but rested his head on the man's chest again and nodded, as if consenting.

 

Should I make this into a continual story?

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