Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ Kitty ( Chapter 2 )

Guilty Pleasure

 

Schuldig followed his master into the club entrance. His master put his hand on his shoulder and directed him to where the boy's clothing would be changed into appropriate slave attire.

 

They found themselves in a room soon enough, no one else was there and it seemed to suite Crawford's tastes. The master turned and locked the door then dropped his black bag.

 

The young boy waited for orders from his master who started fishing through the bag. He pulled out a tube of lubricant and put it to the side then kept searching, he looked up and motioned to the counter, “Stand there, facing the counter.”

 

Schuldig did as he was told and obediently walked to a counter in the room and stood in front of it, facing a mirror in front of him. Crawford lifted whatever he had been looking for and walked up behind him.

 

He felt himself being positioned to lean over the counter and he complied without protest. Bradley reached around and undid his slave's pants, pulling them down to his knees.

 

After a moment of preparing, one slick digit slid into Schuldig's tight orifice. Schuldig noticed Crawford paused in his motions, so he leaned further over and gripped the counter, showing he was ready.

 

Another finger slipped in as well, stretching Schuldig's entrance. Crawford worked the two fingers in and out before withdrawing them and adding his third finger.

 

Slowly, he slid the three fingers in, up to the second knuckle. He allowed Schuldig to adjust before sliding them the rest of the way in, up to the third knuckle once more. He spread his fingers, prying Schuldig apart from the inside.

 

The young boy whimpered but nodded to show he was okay. Brad withdrew the fingers and slowly inserted the thick plastic dildo. Schuldig moaned quietly, trying not to be too loud, after a moment he bucked back onto the dildo.

 

That was when he noticed Crawford's hand on his hip, holding him firmly in place. The boy whined, “Come on Crawford, just give it to me already.”

 

“Patience is a virtue, Schuldig.” Crawford stated with an irritating smirk.

 

Schuldig tried to move his hips but found him unable to, so he let out an aggravated grunt and relaxed again. Bradley resumed pushing the toy into the tight hole then tightened the straps that would insure it wouldn't slide out until he removed it.

 

Crawford stepped back, allowing his slave to stand up. Schuldig stood and turned to look in a mirror, commenting, “It's heavy, it feels like… HEILIGES BUMSEN!”

 

“Excuse me?” Crawford asked with a raised brow.

 

Schuldig bowed hastily, “Gomen.” Then he turned and continued to stare in the mirror. Attached to the phallic in his anus was a black silk tail resembling that of a cat. He moved slightly from one leg to the other, the tail moved.

 

As the tail moved, the plastic dildo on top shifted within Schuldig, rubbing against that special place inside. Schuldig arched, his eyes widening, after a moment he slowly released his breath looking at Crawford.

 

The American smirked, “Well?” Schuldig leaned back on the counter and the tail swayed again, causing him to moan louder. Brad smirked and nodded, “Go ahead and get dressed.”

 

Schuldig nodded, trying to keep focused. He bent forward to pull off his shoes but paused, a different idea slipping into his mind. He straightened up and put his hands on the counter, providing support.

 

He then lifted himself and sat on the counter, the tail pushing against him and sliding further into his welcoming hole. Schuldig arched and gasped, his head thrown back as he parted his legs accepting another inch of lubricated dildo, cooled by the air, to slide into his hot ring.

 

The boy forced himself to calm down long enough to pull his legs up and undo his shoes. He kicked them off and wiggled his pants off from between his ankles. The view of his package was momentarily hidden from Crawford's view.

 

Unfortunately, Crawford seemed to know every trick Schuldig came up with. He called out in an admonishing tone, “Schuldig, do not touch yourself.”

 

The youth gave a frustrated sigh but nodded, “Yes master.” He unbuttoned his shirt and almost tossed it to the floor.

 

Crawford cleared his voice and Schuldig got off the counter and folded the shirt, then picked up the pants to fold them as well.

 

With that done, the German 15 year old turned around to his 20 year old master. He put his hands on his hips, he made a broad and amused grin, and his legs were parted, proving he had no shame in his family jewels. “I'm ready for my close up Mr. De Ville.”

 

The corner of Brad's mouth flicked upwards for a moment, which was the closest to a smile he ever really got. He held out his hand and his slave handed the folded clothes to him. He put them in the bag and placed the bag with the outfit he'd selected for Schuldig in the boy's hands.

 

Schuldig took them and grinned, “Thank you.”

 

Crawford ordered, “You will put on those and meet me out in the party. I'm going to be talking with other masters; you will join me as soon as you're done. Do not keep me waiting,” He opened the door and was about to leave, but turned his head to remind the younger boy, “Oh, and Schuldig.”

 

“Yes Master?” Schuldig asked, playing the soft end of the tail over various parts of his body in a distracted sort of manner.

 

“Do not touch yourself there.” Crawford said, motioning down to the boy's growing erection.

 

The tail dropped out of Schuldig's hand. A somewhat shocked expression on his face, he was just pleasuring himself with the tail and it wasn't a comforting idea to know he couldn't at least finish what he'd started.

 

“Understand?” Crawford asked.

 

Schuldig was still for a moment, wondering what his chances of negotiating would be. Deciding he'd only get himself into trouble he nodded, “Yes master, I understand.”

 

“Good.” Crawford grinned as he closed the door.

 

As soon as the door closed Schuldig stared down at his dick. He slowly raised his head and looked into the mirror. Thoughts of himself touching the organ flooded his mind. He thought he'd defiantly be able to come and get hard again between here and out there.

 

He raised a hand and slowly moved it towards his swollen member. Right when his fingers were about to touch he shook his head and forced himself not to. “Crawford would catch me, besides, I don't need to come that badly yet.”

 

He put the pile of clothing on the counter and sorted through them. He found and slid on the two silky black gloves. They didn't cover his fingers or thumb, or a small circle on the back of his hands, but they did come up to his elbows, which he definitely liked the look of.

 

He looked for pants, or shorts, or whichever he was wearing on his lower half tonight. He found thin, very thin, black socks, made of the material the gloves were. He put them on his feet and pulled the lips up, they reached past his knees to half way up his thigh.

Schuldig definitely liked the look of those. They made his legs look even longer and thinner than they were already. But that still didn't qualify as clothing for the lower half, at least, not to be out around other people.

 

Crawford didn't often like showing all the assets of his pet off to others, so he couldn't quite understand why there didn't seem to be pants. He continued to fish through the clothes, occasionally batting as something stuck to his hand.

 

After unsuccessfully trying to get the annoyance of he stilled the hand and snatched off what was attached to his hand. “I got caught in the strings of…” his eyes widened when he saw what it was, “Holy shit!”

 

It was a thong! Schuldig stared at it in shock; he'd never worn a thong before. Then again, why would he? If he couldn't wear his comfortable cotton boxers under whatever he wore, then he'd go with out.

 

Schuldig bent and moved his feet within the strings, still trying to ignore the sensations the moving tail created. He pulled the thong up and adjusted the triangle over his blatantly obvious organ.

 

Gently he reached to the back and adjusted the string, grumbling, “It feels like wedgies. What's with the girls here? Why the hell would they want these?” he sighed examining it in the mirror.

 

Schuldig reached back into the small pile, a black jacket was there, but that was for when he left. He found a leather collar, so he lifted it to examine it. His lips tipped upward and he put it on his neck, securing the buckles.

 

Then he looked into the mirror, playing his finger over the large bell. It wasn't very large, probably an inch in diameter. It still made a small, chime-like sound when he moved it, entertaining him for a little while.

 

A little more excited now, Schuldig reached into the bag, the only thing left in it at this point were fuzzy ears. The German child stared at them in awe and slight disgust. He said to himself, “I hope this is a joke.” He looked back and forth, upon seeing that no one was around he dropped it into the bag and said, “Oops, I guess I didn't see them.”

 

After putting away the bag, Schuldig turned to go find his master. He turned quickly and the equipment within him rubbed the place inside him quickly and forcefully. He fell to his knees with a sharp gasp.

 

He remained on the floor of the room, on his hands and knees, gasping and trying to get over the violent wave of pleasure that swept over him.

 

Schuldig pulled himself up and walked out the door, trying to stand as tall as possible. He walked and tried to keep himself from getting too hard, he was beginning to fear he might just come in his pan-… thong.

 

He experimented swaying his hips, this made the tip of the plastic rub his flesh with twice as much force, causing him to reach out and grasp the closest thing to avoid falling.

 

“How nice of you to join us.” Came a deep and amused voice.

 

Schuldig looked up to see he had gripped Crawford's arm. “Good… evening… master.”

 

“Why Prophet, you're pet seems greatly out of breath.” One of the men in the circle chuckled. It was odd to anyone new, to hear people addressing others with such codes, but no one used their real names here, it was much to unsafe. Schuldig personally thought that his master had the best name out of everyone in the clubs.

 

“Indeed, he seems rather exhausted.” Another man stated.

 

Crawford chuckled, “No, it would be pointless to bring a weary pet to such a gathering. He's just… discovering the affects of a new toy I got him.” Schuldig glared at the men as all their eyes searched his body for whatever the toy was.

 

“A tail? Quite creative, I don't believe I've ever seen a costume like it.” Another man in the group commented.

 

“Yes, I had it specially made for Schuldig.” Crawford said as ran his fingers through the pet's hair.

 

`You didn't wear the ears,' Crawford thought.

 

`Ears? What ears?' Schuldig thought coyly.

 

`Don't play innocent towards me.' Crawford thought with warning in his tone, `You're as guilty as can be.' He added in a slightly more friendly way.

 

Schuldig waited for some further clue to what his master was thinking. The German suspected that he wasn't expected to wear the ears; they must have been a joke… a very bad joke.

 

Crawford lowered his hand and ordered mentally, `Bring me a glass of red wine.' Schuldig bowed and turned to fetch the drink. Brad added, `You have 40 seconds.'

 

Schuldig stumbled and almost looked over his head, but he kept his pace and refrained from questioning his master. Crawford thought towards him, `Yes, I realize I gave you much less time than usual. Then again, you didn't think disobeying me wouldn't be at a price did you?'

 

The young boy hurried through the crowd, finding a way to sway his hips in time with this tail so he could avoid hitting that special spot. With any delays at all he'd most definitely mess up his master's order.

 

He looked at the drink bar and realized there was much too long a line, mainly because not many slaves were very good at mixing drinks. He went to the other bar and quickly ordered, “I need a red wine sir.”

 

The bar tender nodded and put out a napkin, and a wine glass on top of it. He walked to the cupboard and opened it, looking through till he decided on a bottle. Schuldig was leaning over the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently.

 

The elderly man poured the drink and Schuldig took it, careful not to spill it as he rushed back across the room, trying to slide between some of the masters standing around. He decided that he probably had about 12 or so seconds left.

 

He looked to where Crawford had been to discover his master had moved. The boy's eyes widened slightly and he looked around frantically, finally seeing his master sitting in a chair talking with other masters.

 

The boy headed over towards the circle, determining now that he had about 8 seconds to go.

 

It was at that moment he felt the tail shift, but that was the only warning he got before his tail was yanked, pulling the device in him about 3 inches out, despite the restraints secured to hold it in.

 

Schuldig cried out and nearly collapsed but a hand ran over his stomach and pulled him up to a taller body. His muscles were clenching from the shock in his lower regions, making it much more painful when the dildo forced its way back in, sliding slowly till it was back in its original place.

 

“What a unique little creature I've found. Would you be a stray kitten by any chance?” the voice asked as the hand explored Schuldig's chest, “I might just have a place in my home for you if you are.” His fingers tucked into Schuldig's thong.

 

Schuldig's eyes widened in panic as he felt the hand grasp his balls. The hand moved up and rubbed his member, forcing out a long moan from the boy.

 

He allowed the hand to touch him, reveling in the pleasure it brought. Though part of him was lost in the pleasure of the caresses, the coherent thought of him was screaming at him to knock it off before he got caught.

 

“Twenty-nine… thirty. Time's up.” Came a voice in the young boys' head.

 

The boy pulled himself away from the grip and slugged the man, hard, “Bastard. Don't touch what you can't handle.” He checked the glass in his other hand to make sure it hadn't spilled.

 

Quickly, Schuldig rushed to his master. He got on his knees and bowed, offering the glass to his master. The glass was taken from his hand as Crawford stated, “You're late. It took you longer than it usually does.”

 

The boy remained quiet, still bowing submissively before his master. His master stood and ordered mentally, “Follow me.”

 

Schuldig rose and followed his master with his head bowed. They walked few a few rooms; Schuldig didn't pay attention to what they were, he was too concerned with what his punishment could be.

 

Crawford came to a stop and held open a bead curtain. Schuldig looked into the room, it didn't look very promising. He looked up at his master, fearful that the man would pinch him, or hit him with a crop, or punch him, or something along those lines.

 

Schuldig walked through the doorway without incident. The American motioned to a piece of equipment in the middle of the room, “Get on and wait for further instructions.”

 

The smaller boy walked towards the leather bench like item.

 

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