Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ Walk the Dog ( Chapter 7 )

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Its called, Walking the Dog.

Schuldig could sense Crawford was already parking his car below the apartment building. (In my story, back then they lived in a nice apartment instead of that friggin mansion.)

The German quickly made his way to the front room, knowing that unless he could `divert' his master's attention he'd be in for some trouble.

Crawford had warned him not to use his powers on him, ever. But of course, the telepath never listened.

Thinking quickly, Schuldig sat down on the end of the coffee table, facing the door. He pushed his already open jeans a little further down his long, smooth and muscular legs.

He leaned back, resting against the cool wooden table and started guiding a hand down his chest, swirling and touching. Occasionally gently scraping at the more tender areas with the tips of his nails.

This was his ritual; he never went straight for `the gold' when masturbating, he had to appreciate every inch of his perfect body first. (Vain bastard… we love him anyways!)

His hand closed around his member, stroking it to life again, somewhat surprised how quickly the erection formed after he'd ejaculated about 15 times already, all over Crawford's stuff.

His other hand made its way up, running through his long strands of hair, making him breath a sigh of pleasure as he continued stroking.

“Schuldig!”

`Crawford's home', the German thought to himself, though he didn't make any response to the man.

The American was stilled for a moment. For once, he hadn't seen it coming.

Brad watched as Schuldig pleasured himself, sighing and groaning with pleasure.

Schuldig groaned, “Bradley.”

The dark haired man had to hold onto the doorway, almost falling over from the sheer effect of his name on the boy's tongue.

Schuldig rarely called him `Bradley', it was usually either `Crawford' or `Master'. And Bradley's reaction was the reason for it.

His name, Bradley, being spoken with the delicious German accent simply sent shivers down the older man's spine. It was almost enough to take his mind off his plans to punish his pet for interrupting his meeting.

A smirk spread across the German's face when he could practically feel the lust radiating from his master.

With his act ruined now that Crawford must have noticed the smirk, Schuldig tilted up his head and looked at the taller man, “Did the meeting end early?”

Suddenly, Crawford remembered the reason why he'd been in such a rush to get home… or at least one of the reasons anyways.

“I hope you realize, Schuldig, that what you did was quite out of lines.”

“Quite.” Schuldig parroted, too distracted with himself to take it seriously.

Crawford continued, “I was sure I made it clear to you to never interrupt business, and never use telepathy on me.”

The Mastermind tilted his head up again, gazing at Crawford through half lidded eyes, “You know, whenever I masturbate… I think of you, Bradley.” He ended his statement with a little wink.

Bradley went still again, wondering to himself whether he rather just take his pet right there, on the coffee table or punish him, which was always a delight.

Schuldig's smirk widened as he watched the dark haired man.

That smirk settled Crawford's mind. Though in truth he really loved that evil, and oh so delicious smirk, it now fueled him to gain control over anything and everything in sight…. Which happened to be Schuldig.

Crawford briskly walked past the adolescent on the table. He made his way to the closet where he kept his various `tools'. He quickly fetched them and turned to go back to the front room.

On his way back to the room he didn't walk as briskly. It was now that Crawford took the time to notice the `redecorating' Schuldig had apparently decided to do.

With a small groan of discontent Crawford wondered how he'd get the mess cleaned up.

Once again, his precognition flashed an image in front of him. With a malicious smirk he headed back to the closet for a few more supplies.

When he reentered the room, Crawford strode to where the German continued to masturbate on the coffee table.

When his presence didn't grant him the desired attention, he hit his riding crop against the table, near Schuldig's head.

The sudden crack startled Schuldig, sending him over the coffee table and onto the ground.

The German stared at the crop from the other side of the table, breathing heavy from being yanked from `his moment' so abruptly.

Crawford grinned when his pet's eyes rose to meet his own. He suggested with an eerie grin, “Why don't we get those pants off?”

Schuldig smirked and nodded, starting to climb over the table, reaching for Crawford's pants.

The Oracle stepped out of his reach easily, blocking Schuldig's path by pointing the paddle of the crop to the boy's nose, “Your pants, Schuldig.”

Now he had a look of trepidation, but the boy reached down and started pushing his pants off the rest of the way, sliding them off his ankles before standing on the far side of the coffee table, opposite of his master.

Crawford motioned to the coffee table with the crop, “Hands and knees.”

Recognizing the situation, Schuldig nodded compliantly, “Yes, Master.” He quietly crawled onto the table, getting on his hands and knees without complaint.

The taller man observed the body, stroking it with his crop and occasionally correcting posture with it.

Schuldig's breath hitched every time the crop brushed his skin, though he did his best to remain in whatever position the crop pushed him to.

Whether it pressed against his chin, so he'd hold his head straighter, moved his legs apart or arched his back further, he obediently went along.

Crawford watched him for a while, and after deciding it was just to his liking, he picked up the mess of leather straps he'd entered with and started untangling them.

Schuldig's mind had started to wander, but was pulled back when a tube of lubricant fell in front of him. He stared at it until Crawford stated, “Prepare yourself.”

“Prepare for what?” Schuldig asked, understanding the moment he asked, “Oh, that.”

“Yes, I'm sure you know how, and don't need my guidance.” Crawford stated.

“Nope.” Schuldig propped himself on an elbow while he squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers.

Moving to rest his shoulders against the table, Schuldig calmed his breathing and relaxed his muscles.

Schuldig spread himself with one hand and reached the other between his legs, past his aching member, to his puckered entrance.

With a groan, Schuldig slid his forefinger into his own anus.

Crawford rested the, now untangled, mess of leather straps over Schuldig's back. He methodically tightened and buckled the straps and chains, while watching the slave prepare himself.

Schuldig pressed his next finger in, drawing a soft grunt then long groan as he slowly stretched his anus.

While pumping his fingers in and out he realized how close his arm was to his member and rolled his hips as he thrust in his fingers, rubbing his stiff member against his inner arm.

Schuldig released a sigh of relief from the pleasure, feeling a bit of precum dripping from the tip of his member.

Adjusting himself, the German started to push a third finger into his entrance, groaning and arching as his tight ring clung to his fingers as he coaxed it to relax.

Growing aroused, Schuldig tried to press his fingers deeper, to press against that spot within him that would make him see stars.

But the angle seemed to stubbornly work against him, refusing to let him reach his prostate.

Crawford watched, knowing exactly what his pet was doing. When Schuldig's hole finally started to relax he stated, “Remove your fingers, you're done.”

“Nhh… fine.” The young man responded breathily, slipping out his fingers gently, and one bye one. He moved the hand that had held one of his cheeks aside underneath his shoulders, lifting him back up.

But his other hand, the one that had been penetrating him, rested on his groin, massaging the member and milking it of its semen.

Crawford watched for a moment before drawing back his weapon and cracking it against Schuldig's balls.

*CRACK*

“Ah! Verdammen Sie es!” Schuldig spat, instantly moving his hand to his balls to protect them.

Crawford chuckled somewhat; he knew he hadn't hit the sensitive area very hard, though it definitely startled his pet. He admonished gently as he moved behind Schuldig, “Don't touch yourself if you haven't been given permission to come, Schuldig.”

The 17-year-old glared over his shoulder, “I want to come, Crawford.”

*CRACK*

The crop his balls again and he quickly lowered his hand, “Bastard! That hurt!”

*CRACK*

This time, the crop landed on the lower part of his rear, close to his inner thigh. Though it hit the skin with a firm `crack', the balls only suffered the rush of air.

“I wasn't touching myself!” Schuldig protested.

*CRACK*

Crawford finally spoke before his pet could get himself into more trouble, “You must have forgotten the rules, Schuldig. You are to refer to me as `master'. Understand.”

Schuldig grumbled under his breath, “Bloody ridiculous.” Then nodded, “Yeah, fine.”

*CRACK*

“Master!” Schuldig added when his sensitive flesh was struck once more.

Crawford applied lubricant to the dildo in his other hand as he watched Schuldig's entrance, the tight quarters he desired so desperately to invade.

But he would not, he'd already made a plan and that would be his plan, he decided.

The American put one hand on Schuldig's hip to hold him in place as he moved the apparatus to the male's entrance.

Schuldig hissed at the cold tip of the member but allowed it to enter him, opening him up and pushing his inner walls apart.

Crawford watched as the tip disappeared inside the anus he knew so well. Being so captivated in the erotic display, he was somewhat startled when Schuldig suddenly bucked.

He stilled his movements to watch the young German, who promptly curled his back, trying to pull away from the plastic member.

“Schuldig.” Crawford admonished gently, pressing it against him.

Schuldig shook his head, “It's too big. Take it out.”

“It isn't too big, it's just different than you're used to.” Crawford replied.

“Nein!” Schuldig argued, bucking his hips away again, “It's got to be ten times bigger than you!”

Crawford chuckled, “The tip is just blunt, don't worry, it doesn't get bigger.”

The German paused the let out a breath, “Thank God.”

“Excuse me?” Crawford asked, slipping the head of the dildo into the anus.

Schuldig corrected himself, rolling his eyes somewhat, “Thank you, master.” He bit off a moan as the dildo slipped further inside, filling him little by little.

Crawford finally pushed it in all the way, and Schuldig responded with a gasp as he threw back his head.

The German's eyes closed as he shivered from the feeling of the blunt appliance pressed firmly against his prostate. Though he rarely orgasmed from penetration or having his prostate rubbed, this was almost enough to make him come.

With the dildo firmly pressed into the 17 year olds ass, Crawford let one of his hands press against Schuldig's firm stomach, slick with sweat and detailed with muscles.

Schuldig moaned, urging the hand to travel a little further downward.

Crawford complied and wrapped his hand around Schuldig's length before promptly slipping on a cock ring.

“No!” Schuldig howled in protest, reaching up a hand to pull the appliance off.

Crawford pulled his hand and spanked Schuldig's rear with a solid whack.

*SMACK*

“Ah! Fuck!” Schuldig growled, twitching slightly from the contact.

*SMACK*

“Master!” Schuldig yelled, after realizing that's what his master wanted to hear.

Crawford rested his hand on the place where he'd made contact, “Now put back your hand where it was.”

Schuldig grumbled but put it back, answering, “Yes, Master.”

The American put together the last buckle, then slid it down over Schuldig's curved ass, till it was above the dildo.

The dildo, coated with lubrication, was slowly sliding out of the tight pressure. He sighed, the appliances, as fun as they were, had a rather bad habit of never staying in… unless you made them.

Which was precisely what the last strap was for.

Placing his palm over the base, Crawford pushed the dildo back in. Schuldig hissed then moaned when the wet lubrication, cooled by the air, slid past his heated anus.

With the other hand, Crawford pulled down the strap to cover the dildo, keeping it firmly within his slave's ass.

Schuldig shivered again as the appliance was set firmly in place against his prostate.

Crawford took the moment of distraction to snap cuffs around Schuldig's ankles and wrists.

Schuldig wasn't coherent enough to notice when his master began to methodically attach chains to the leather restraints.

However, he did notice when he was suddenly lifted right off the table by the chains attached to him.

“Shit!” Schuldig gasped in shock.

*CRACK*

The German clenched his teeth and bit out, “Master.” as he desperately grabbed for the edges of the table to steady himself.

He whipped his head over his shoulder to see that chains were secured to the leather in two places on each side, close to his shoulders and hips.

The four chains were about a foot long, at which point they all clasped onto a single ring, which connected to the thicker chain that Crawford held onto.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the table harder, slightly alarmed that Crawford could pick him up so easily.

Crawford chuckled, deeply amused at the expression on his pet's face. He motioned his head, “Climb off the table, Schuldig.”

“Yes, Master.”

Schuldig started to slide off when Crawford corrected him, “On all fours.”

The boy nodded, moving his hands off the table and towards the floor warily, “Yes, master.”

The angle change shifted the dildo inside him, making Schuldig gasp and arch, stilling suddenly.

Crawford brought down the crop against the boy's rear, just enough to quickly pull him boy back to attention.

Schuldig walked forward on his hands, pulling his legs off the table and remaining at Crawford's feet on all fours, like an obedient pet.

The American started walking and Schuldig quickly followed, moving as quickly as he could in his position.

He was led to the kitchen, where Schuldig had splattered his seed onto the otherwise clean floor.

Schuldig stared at it, wondering what the purpose of this was.

Finally Crawford ordered, “Lick it up.”

The telepath glared up and demanded, “What?”

Crawford responded with his crop.

*CRACK*

“Damn it!” Schuldig growled, arching his back up as he gritted his teeth against the sting.

*CRACK*

Schuldig added with anger and resentment, “Master!”

Crawford smiled, pleased that he could get his way so quickly, so long as he used the correct forms of motivation. “Now, lick it up.”

The German protested to the order firmly, “I'm not licking it up! The floor is dirty.”

*CRACK*

“It's ill advised to be so reluctant, Schuldig.” Crawford warned.

He wasn't terribly concerned about his slave's resistance. The actions weren't a matter of disobedience so much as… not wanting to lick the floor. Which was understandable.

Crawford pulled back his hand and laid several blows across the exposed rear.

*CRACK*

Schuldig growled and arched away from the strikes slightly. Crawford tugged on the chains, pulling the boy slightly into the air.

The German gripped the ground as best as he could in his elevated position, coincidentally holding him in place while Crawford administered discipline.

*CRACK*

Schuldig whimpered quietly, but stubbornly refused to submit.

*CRACK*

The telepath suddenly lunged forward avoiding the next strike and quickly forcing out, “I'll do it! I'll do it!” He hastily added, “Master!”

Crawford lowered his hand and watched the boy, pleased it hadn't taken long to change his mind.

Schuldig hovered over the semen on the floor, “Could you stroke me while I lick it? Master.”

*CRACK*

“I said master! Damn it!” the boy protested.

*CRACK*

“Master!” Schuldig added angrily, somewhat embarrassed it seemed to be taking him so long to learn a simple rule he'd basically been raised with.

Crawford chuckled, “You were speaking out of turn. Now clean up your mess.”

“Yes Master.” Schuldig scowled, beginning to feel like a broken record. He finally lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lick the semen up.

Crawford felt himself grow slightly hard, and quite thrilled with the display. His pet on all fours, covered in chains and restraints, licking up his own seed.

When he was done he moved back up onto his hands, hiding his blush under his long hair. He asked meekly, “Master?”

The German gazed up and it was quite evident that he was hoping for release.

“You still have a lot to clean up.” Crawford said with an amused chuckle as he started walking again and he obediently followed till they reached the study.

The German released a small groan when he remembered also coming on Crawford's computer and favorite leather chair.

Crawford walked across the room, slightly pulling the younger man along. When he reached the desk, he pushed away the chair and pointed to the keyboard.

Schuldig moved in front of the computer then got on his knees, placing a hand on either side of the desk to steady himself. When he looked at the keys, he was relieved to see that he hadn't spilt too much, and it hadn't dripped between the keys much.

Crawford cleared his throat, displaying his impatience. Schuldig leaned forward, hovering lower over the white liquid, taking another breath before he began.

He lowered his head and started licking away his semen, sliding his rather experienced tongue between the keys to clean it of his essence.

The German came to a stop when he felt the tip of the crop brush his rear, he quickly drew in a breath, stilling completely.

Yet, the crop just danced up and down his back, then over his rear, content entirely in exploring his flesh.

“Continue.” Crawford ordered, nonchalantly.

“Y-yes, Master.” Schuldig stammered, reminding himself to keep his mind on the task at hand.

Schuldig continued to lick, until he had finally cleaned all of it. He backed away from the computer and Crawford quickly occupied him with his next task, “Now the chair.”

Schuldig turned and noticed the splat of seed on the chair. He put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward to lick it off.

Upon finding he could not reach the vertical part of the chair, Schuldig pulled himself forward, putting a knee on the seat of the chair to steady himself and cleaned the mess away.

Crawford watched the youth's body, guiding his crop over the smooth skin gently. The position over the chair made the end of the dildo visible between the two firm globes of muscle.

With a deep breath Crawford tried to calm himself. Lest he end up knocking everything off his desk and screwing his pet on the oak furniture. Or prop Schuldig against the chair and screw him against the new leather.

Either way, he'd again end up with a mess to clean.

Schuldig heard the chains jingle and snuck a glance to the side to see that Crawford had lowered his hand to adjust himself, apparently having found his pants too tight.

He slid off the chair and Crawford examined the wet mark with approval.

Schuldig took this moment to again request, “Please, Master.”

The American seemed to debate it for a moment, weighing his options. He finally said in his stern voice, “You have other things to take care of, Schuldig.”

“Master, I wantt to take care of my dick right now.” The boy argued.

*CRACK*

“Don't talk back Schuldig, I know you know better than that.” Crawford admonished.

“… Yes, Master.” He lowered his head submissively.

“You don't have that much more to do.” Crawford reasoned, trying to convince himself as well to hold off a little longer.

“Then can't you let me come now?”

“Not yet.” Crawford stated, forgetting to use the crop.

“But I've been waiting for it since you got home.” Schuldig protested.

“If you'd been an obedient pet…” Crawford began.

Schuldig cut him off, “Ja, ja, I know.”

“Then don't argue.” Crawford stated, tapping his crop against the exposed rear, getting his 17-year-old pet to quiet down.

Schuldig grumbled but was cut off when Crawford started walking. The slave obediently followed his master, till they reached the bedroom.

Crawford led him to the bed and gave him a soft tap with the tip of his crop again, urging the boy to climb up onto the mattress.

Once the youth was up Crawford unclasped the chains, setting them down on a chair near the bed.

The German looked over his shoulder, waiting for instructions. He was already, subconsciously, rocking his hips, believing that their next course of action would be sex.

Crawford took the younger male's hands and crossed them behind his back, linking the cuffs together and letting them rest on his lower back.

The American pointed to the center of the bed, where a small puddle of semen gathered.

Schuldig winced slightly as he remembered; he had decided to just come on the bed instead of making it neatly.

Silently, Schuldig moved towards the wet spot.

The German examined it with distaste. All the other surfaces he'd come one were either hard or slick, like leather, making it easy to lick off. However his semen had leaked into the sheets, demanding much more attention.

*CRACK*

Schuldig lurched forward from the sudden snap of leather against his ass. He almost fell face first into his own come but missed it by an inch.

*CRACK*

Schuldig quickly assorted his thoughts and cried out, “Master!” As he thought, the word bought him a bit of mercy.

Crawford lowered the crop and ordered, “Start licking it up, you've been wasting time.”

Schuldig bit off his comment on how anxious his master seemed, and instead resigned himself to the task of licking the semen.

His tongue slowed its motions when Schuldig felt his prostate being rubbed again, and then an odd absence.

Crawford slowly slid the dildo from within his pet's entrance. He rested a hand on Schuldig's hips to keep them in place.

The slave's hip's danced, distracted by the sudden vacancy within him.

Once the dildo was out, Crawford dropped it to the ground, unexpectedly sidetracked by the very vacant opening before him.

The 22 year old unbuttoned his shirt and pants, stripping them off before climbing onto the bed.

Schuldig turned from the seed, pleased when he felt the weight settling on the bed behind him.

“Master, let me come.” The German soothed.

*SMACK*

Crawford delivered a hit with his open palm to the side of Schuldig's rear, “Keep licking.”

The German growled then tossed his hair to cover the spot, “I'm done, Master.”

Brad parted his slave's cheeks, pointing the tip of his member towards the dilated opening of the anus, “Remain relaxed, the dildo has stretched you more than enough for me to come in.”

Schuldig nodded obediently, “Yes, Master.”

Crawford groaned as he pressed the tip of his member in, quickly slipping in the rest of the way with ease.

As soon as he was fully within his pet, Schuldig clenched his anal muscles around the erect member, holding it as firmly as he could with his muscles.

Bradley threw back his head as the wave of pleasure hit him, “Schuldig! T-tight!” he tried again at making a coherent sentence, “R-relax or its -ah- its going to hu-hurt.”

Schuldig responded with a more controlled wave of muscle tightening, guiding a wave of pleasure down Crawford's member, “So long as you let me come.”

Crawford started to slowly thrust, building up a pace and rhythm.

Schuldig arched and moaned in time, clenching and unclenching his hands in frustration, as he was unable to come.

“Master, please.” Schuldig groaned, arching into the man above him.

Crawford leaned forward, resting his head behind and slightly to the side of his pet's as he continued to thrust.

He snaked a hand up to gather a few silken strands and play with them, delighted with their smooth texture.

Schuldig growled somewhat, tossing his hair again in an attempt to bring the dark haired man back to attention.

Crawford gently bit the flesh of Schuldig's ear, stating, “I'll get to you're needs once I'm done with mine and I feel like it. You know how it goes.”

“I should start a rebellion.” Schuldig muttered under his breath.

Crawford pinched one of the several red marks on Schuldig's ass, eliciting a startled yelp from the boy.

“Isn't that what we just took care of? You're rebelling against my having to go to work?” Crawford asked amusedly.

“It's because you don't spend enough time with me.” Schuldig stated.

“You must be joking.” Crawford chuckled.

Schuldig protested, “I'm a high maintenance pet!”

Crawford raised his brows, licking at the bit of flesh he'd bitten, “Oh? And since when have you been so needy?”

Schuldig frowned and instead of continuing the conversation, he ended it by gasping, “Master! I'm so hard! Please!”

Crawford opened his mouth to comment but was interrupted when the German continued.

“Master! Touch me! Fuck me! Fill me! Bite me! Lick me! Suck me! I don't care what you do just so long as you do it!”

Bradley gasped, feeling his seed rushing down its canal, about to spill. He thrust a little harder with his quickly approaching release.

Schuldig took a fresh breath of air and cried out, “Bradley!”

Crawford arched and he released his semen deep within his pet, unable to contain himself after the `eloquent' end to the conversation.

Schuldig groaned as he felt the hot liquid within him. Moments after the American came, he retreated from his pet's tight hole, flipping over the German quickly.

Schuldig threw back his head and gasped as Crawford lay over the youth's hips, grinding his limp member and the other's erection together.

The lighter haired boy was shivering, wishing he could simply will the cock ring to disappear, “Please, master, please. I'll do anything you want! Please, have mercy! Let me come, Master!”

Crawford bit the boy's lip, enjoying the desperate begging.

Schuldig whimpered, arching and pressing against Crawford, opening his eyes, “Please, Master, I'm so hard. Please, I beg you, let me come. I want it master, I want it so bad!”

The American mercifully slipped a hand between them and removed the cock ring.

The German wasted no time, instantly thrusting against the man's groin, rubbing their members against each other at a frantic pace till he finally released.

Schuldig closed his eyes, laying back and breathing heavy in pure bliss. Crawford lay on top of him, resting his head on the bed next to Schuldig's.

After a moment Bradley looked at his pet and asked, “Happy?”

“Eh?” Schuldig asked, not even opening his eyes.

“I came home from work and fucked you. Happy yet?” Crawford chuckled.

After Schuldig searched for something to complain about he furrowed his brows, “My tongue is tired.”

Crawford laughed, “It couldn't be, with how much you talk it shouldn't be tired for another couple hours of cleaning up messes.”

“I'd rather use it for talking… or sex.” Schuldig replied.

“I prefer the latter.” Crawford ended, kissing his pet and dipping his tongue within the other's mouth to massage the tongue.

I hope you all enjoyed. So… review.

I'm thinking I'll make a holloween special for the next chapter, don't worry, it wont be corny… just… horny. But I'm sure you all don't mind that.

And here is the picture I got all my inspiration from! … well, most of it anyways.

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http://bishounenbondage.com/images/fanart/guest/bondage_tul ip.jpg