Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Journey Into Submission ❯ Chapter 2

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Title: Journey Into Submission
Author: Ryukotsusei
Pairing/Characters: Kurama/Yusuke, eventually Hiei/Yusuke
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Lemon. Yaoi, Anal, Oral, Masturbation, Rimming, BDSM, Torture, Slavery, Tentacles, Spanking and anything else my perverted mind decides to come up with. You are warned.


Disclaimer: I do not hold the rights to Yu Yu Hakusho, nor do I make any money from this story.
Summary: In an attempt to acquire help from one of his most trusted friends, Yusuke gets far more than he bargained for. The line between pleasure and pain are forever blurred as he learns that pleasing his master is the only way to get what he wants.

 

Author's Note: I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to review last chapter, it certainly inspired me to get to work on this one. I'm definitely enjoying exploring the darker side of Kurama here, hopefully I'm not pushing him too far out of character. I going to reiterate that this story will deal heavily in bondage and discipline, as well as slavery and possible torture. There is a strong chance of a character death at the end of this fic. If you're easily offended by these ideas please turn back now.

 

A huge thanks to Kogas Hentai Luver for taking the time to beta this chapter for me :)

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Uncertainty flooded Yusuke as he glanced at the clock for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Nervousness was beginning to get the better of him since today fell outside of the realm of their normal routine. The night before Kurama had informed him that he would be coming home for lunch, something that was not a common occurrence by any stretch of the imagination. 'Dammit where is he?' The feeling of not knowing was the worst in his opinion and as much as he wanted to get up and pace the room, he didn't dare.

 

As uncomfortable as it was remaining in the position he'd put himself in, Yusuke knew that as soon as his Master walked through that door the man would expect to see him properly presenting himself. Should he be out of form then he knew that he would be in for a correction and at the moment he really didn't feel like testing his Master's patience. After what seemed like hours Yusuke heard the front door open but he didn't bother to look up. Instead he kept his eyes trained on the floor and waited to be acknowledged.

 

Quietly Kurama shut the door behind him and walked into the living room. He didn't have to look at the clock to know that he was ten minutes late. It had been done purposefully to see if Yusuke would break from his position but to his satisfaction he had not. The man was learning quickly and this was just one of the many rules he'd had to adjust to. When he said that he'd be returning home at a specific time, he wanted his slave in position ten minutes before he was due. Under no circumstances was he to break that position until he walked through that door, regardless of how late he happened to be.

 

Whether Yusuke knew it or not this was an important day for him and as such Kurama had arranged to take the rest of the day off. The suitcase was set down on the couch and the kitsune began to circle the Toushin, looking for signs that anything was out of place. Before the man had moved in his living habits had left much to be desired but he was coming to realize that a slovenly appearance would not be tolerated. Satisfied with his initial inspection, Kurama decided to do a more thorough one, “Present yourself for inspection.”

 

“Yes sir,” Yusuke said quietly and placed his forearms upon the carpet, leaning forward until his ass was high in the air. A slight tap to the hip reminded him to spread his knees apart farther, exposing his body completely to the red head's view. He already knew what was coming and was prepared, Kurama would not find him lacking this time, he'd made sure of it.

 

Silently Kurama walked over to a small table and opened the drawer, withdrawing a latex glove and a bottle of lubrication. This was something he insisted upon doing randomly throughout the week when he came home from work. Yusuke had attempted to forgo cleansing himself more than once, much to Kurama's displeasure. Now was the perfect opportunity to see if he'd be forced to reprimand the man once again. The glove slid on his hand with a minimum of trouble and moments later he'd popped open the top on the bottle. A dab of the clear fluid was deposited on his index finger and with determination he approached Yusuke's exposed backside.

 

Yusuke repressed the urge to pull away when he felt the cold liquid touch his skin. It warmed within moments however and he allowed himself to relax. The touch was gentle as it circled the tight ring of muscle, urging it to relax. It only took a few moments before the slender digit was slid into his body. Even though the touch wasn't meant to be arousing, Yusuke couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of the finger gliding into his body. Perhaps the reason that Kurama had come home early was because he wanted to play. If that was the case then he'd be more than happy to acquiesce to the man's desires. Just the mere thought had his cock beginning to harden and it was becoming hell to remain still while the red head probed his body.

 

Carefully Kurama withdrew his hand and nodded his approval when he noticed the glove came away clean. “Very good my pet, you may rest now,” Kurama said while he stripped the glove off of his hand and deposited it in the garbage. The scent of Yusuke's arousal tinged the air but he hadn't come home to indulge in the physical pleasures that the man could give him. No, he was here for another reason entirely and Yusuke's growing erection wasn't going to get a second thought at the moment.

 

Quickly Yusuke assumed a cross legged position on the floor and placed his hands on his knees. Still he didn't look at the man who had addressed him. The kitsune's soft footsteps told him exactly where he was and it wasn't long before the red head was seated on the couch in front of him. 'Maybe now I can find out what the hell is going on and then we can get to the fucking part.'

 

“Do you know what today is, Yusuke?” Kurama asked him quietly. It was easy to see the lines of tension in the Toushin's body, and it was clear that he was irritated at being questioned. The erection jutting up from his lap told Kurama just what the problem was too. Really the man tended to think with his dick more often than not and still needed to learn some self control. Of course, had he gained that control the kitsune knew that he wouldn't have half as much fun because the Detective wouldn't need near as much discipline.

 

Only once he'd been asked a direct question did Yusuke make direct eye contact with the red head, “Thursday sir.” An amused look was his answer but he wasn't quite sure why. 'Was there something that I forgot about today?' It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened and he was almost dreading finding out what he'd forgotten. The last time had been a dinner date with Kurama's family and the kitsune had been most displeased to come home and find him ill prepared for going out.

 

 

“I suppose that's a correct answer,” Kurama mused while taking in the wary expression that the Toushin was now giving him, “More to the point you've been with me in training for a month and I decided this would be a good time to evaluate your progress. Is there anything you'd like to say about your time here thus far?” When Yusuke only hesitated Kurama gave him a reassuring look, “You have permission to speak freely.”

 

“It's hard,” Yusuke said with a sigh. “I thought it might be like in the movies you know. A pair of handcuffs here, a riding crop there. I never expected this,” he replied while gesturing towards the way he was sitting as if that indicated everything that this covered. While he'd known that the kitsune was very set in his ways he hadn't quite thought that he'd be so demanding and it had forced him to look at his friend turned Master in a new light.

 

For a moment Kurama said nothing, he'd known that the life of a slave was likely to come as a complete shock to the man in front of him. He'd tried to warn him but some things didn't sink in until physically experienced. “Do you regret accepting my proposal,” he asked quietly. The Toushin was free to leave at any time that he desired but he'd be losing the assistance he so desperately needed immediately. There was no way Kurama was willing to go out of his way to assist Yusuke when the man wasn't willing to do everything in his power to get what he wanted.

 

“No,” Yusuke stated firmly in answer to the question. If this is what it took for him to get Hiei then it was worth whatever hell that Kurama managed to put him through. All that he'd been sacrificing was his pride and the training wouldn't last forever. After this was over he had an apparition to hunt down and make his own. The hybrid respected strength and power which Yusuke knew would tempt the smaller demon. With Kurama's training under his belt Hiei would be helpless to resist.

 

“Very well then,” Kurama said after a few minutes of watching Yusuke to make sure he believed in the truth of his own words. “I will be blunt Yusuke, your progress needs improvement. Some things you pick up on quickly but others you struggle with. You must try harder if you wish to succeed, things only become more difficult from this moment on,” Kurama stated solemnly. Being a slave encompassed more than just performing in the bedroom and that was where the Toushin was having the most trouble. At home the man showed him the respect he deserved but in public was another story and such transgressions would no longer be tolerated.

 

“Yes sir,” Yusuke replied without hesitation. Kurama didn't have to tell him just what he was referring to, he knew what areas he needed work on. How many times had he ruined dinner because he thought he hadn't needed to follow a recipe? More times than he could count and he was certain the avatar was getting rather tired of it. 'I'm not even going to think about how badly doing the laundry went.'

 

“Good, then we understand each other,” Kurama replied easily and pushed himself off of the couch, “Get dressed, we're going out.” Now that he was positive that Yusuke wasn't going to change his mind about their arrangements they had some shopping to do. Some of which would please his slave, some of which would not. Either way, the Toushin would accept it without complaint.

 

Immediately Yusuke moved to obey the order, not daring to question it. As he'd come to realize, rewards were few and far between even when he managed to please the man. There was every chance that this outing would turn out to be some sort of celebratory dinner and if that was the case, Yusuke didn't want to blow it. His steps were controlled but quick as he walked into the bedroom to grab some clothing. 'It'd be nice if he'd let me wear them around the house once in a while but... whatever.' Something about the kitsune's demeanor told him that if he'd even attempted to do such a thing the garments would be shredded from his body the moment Kurama walked through the door.

 

While the Toushin busied himself with dressing, Kurama walked over to the answering machine to check his calls. Seeing the light blinking he pushed the play button and a rather rough voice filled the air, one he recognized immediately.

 

 

'Kurama this is Fudo returning your call. I just wanted to let you know that if you wanted to schedule the appointment I'm free anytime after the first. Just make sure that you come after six. The shop should be empty by then. Give me a call and I'll put you in the appointment book.'

 

 

“Who was that,” Yusuke asked and then cast his eyes skyward. 'When am I ever going to fucking learn. Stupid!' He felt like kicking his own ass now. Asking such questions wasn't encouraged, especially when it wasn't any of his damned business. 'I just screwed myself out of dinner; I'm going to be lucky if he lets me eat the burnt toast that's in the trash from this morning.'

 

“I don't suppose I have to tell you that you'll be reprimanded for that,” Kurama said quietly, looking at the man who was avoiding direct eye contact and with good reason. “You're fortunate that we have someplace to be or I'd deliver your punishment now. Make no mistake though, when we return you will receive it.” The original question that Yusuke had asked went unanswered; the Toushin had no need to know just who Fudo was yet. He'd find out once they took the two hour drive to Fudo's studio and not before. 'I'll have to call him tonight and thank him for such a prompt response when we return. In the meantime, we have someplace else to be.'

 

When Kurama turned towards the door, Yusuke immediately followed but remained the proper two steps behind the kitsune at all times. As they walked he barely paid attention to where they were going until he'd realized they walked right past the car. Now curiosity was getting the better of him, just where the hell were they going? As much as he longed to know; however, he refrained from asking, preferring not to increase his punishment that was to occur later that evening.

 

“I know you're wondering where our destination is,” Kurama said quietly, knowing that Yusuke could hear every word that he said. While he had every right not to inform the man of what their destination was he thought that some idle conversation might lighten the mood. “We're going to the Toy Box,” he stated with amusement and waited to see Yusuke's reaction.

 

“The Toy Box?” Yusuke asked with confusion, moving a step closer so they might be able to speak in relative privacy. While it wasn't exactly crowded out there, there were more than enough people to make him uncomfortable discussing this topic. He was well aware of what sort of shop it was but as the kitsune had demonstrated on multiple occasions he had no need for man made toys. The vines if nothing else had so many purposes they could be used for it was enough to make his head swim. 'I never knew they had a mind of their own either. Having three of the damned things trying to cram up my ass at once was not fun.'

 

Hearing that confused tone had Kurama chuckling lightly, “Yes, the Toy Box. Since you have determined that you are willing to remain in training it is time we went shopping.” While the items he had at the house were sufficient his slave did need his own equipment along with a few things that Kurama hadn't felt the need to purchase before. Footsteps along side of him had him glancing out of the corner of his eye to see that the Toushin had completely stepped up to walk beside him. “Your position Yusuke,” he chided gently and then waited to see what the man would do.

 

“Yes but,” Yusuke looked around the thickening crowd, “it's harder to hear you back there and people might hear us... sir.” The appellation was mumbled so lowly that he wasn't certain that Kurama had even heard him. Venturing out into public like this always had Yusuke worried that they'd run into one of the others. None of their friends had been expecting the announcement that he'd moved in with the kitsune so suddenly although they'd quickly accepted it. That didn't mean that either of them had seen fit to inform any of the others about their changed relationship however.

 

“Your embarrassment is not a valid excuse for disobedience, Yusuke,” Kurama replied dryly, not caring in the least if anyone overheard him. If merely walking in the proper position with his head bowed was enough to cause the Toushin discomfort, it would be interesting to see how the man reacted when he learned that he'd be walking out of the store with a collar around his neck. His words however had no effect on the man who continued to walk beside him with his head held up proudly. 'He realizes there is little I can do with so many people around but he is forgetting we will be returning home eventually.'

 

“C'mon man, cut me a little slack at least,” Yusuke said, growing bolder when the kitsune hadn't given him a direct order to fall in line. The red head knew that things were different when they were away from the house. 'I have a reputation to protect. He can have what he wants while we're at home but out here this is my territory.' If they happened to run into any of the old gangs that he used to fight and he was acting like a simpering bitch there was sure to be problems. It was best to avoid that possibility all together. 'Besides, if Kurama wanted me to play the good little slave then he would have let us take the car instead of walking.'

 

“I refuse to repeat myself Yusuke,” Kurama said in a low tone, warning Yusuke of how much trouble he was in later once they returned to the house. But he could see by the expression on the Toushin's face that either it hadn't registered or he was purposefully ignoring what it meant. Either way, it didn't bode well for him later that evening. 'I meant what I said that your training was going to intensify, Yusuke. It's a shame you have to learn that on tonight of all nights.'

 

The rest of the walk continued in silence although Kurama's mind was far from idle. This was one of the problems that he'd been brooding on for the past couple of weeks and it hadn't taken him long to come to a solution. Now it was time to begin the plans implementation, something he was certain that Yusuke was not expecting. What made the situation amusing was that the Detective had no idea that the room he'd been told to clear out was about to become his new home. Until the man understood how a proper slave was to act he would not even be allowed to sleep in a bed.

 

'That is where this has stemmed from, I've been giving him the same privileges a submissive would have instead of treating him like a slave. I will not be so lax on him from here on out.' It had been for this exact reason that his previous pets had never been allowed to ascend to the position of a friend. It caused too much confusion but this time it hadn't exactly been an option. Eventually, though, those thoughts were put on hold because they'd reached the store.

 

The frown on his face deepened when Yusuke reached for the door and yanked it open. In a complete disregard for protocol the Toushin proceeded inside instead of letting him walk in first. Silently he followed the man inside and then stepped around him to greet the store keeper. “Keiji, it is good to see you,” Kurama greeted the man politely. Before he'd left the office for the day he'd called to make sure they were ready to attend to their needs. By prior experience he knew they'd be able to take care of things.

 

“Mr. Minamino, I'm glad you could make it,” Keiji responded with a bow, “So this is the one?” Already his gaze was trailing over the tall man's body and making an assessment on his measurements. Of course he'd double check to be certain his estimates were right but one didn't remain in this business as long as he had without a good eye for sizes.

 

“I'm afraid that it is. I feel I should inform you that we're going to need more than just the standard equipment tonight. I've come to the conclusion that I am in need of some training aids,” Kurama replied with the slightest of smirks. There was no doubt in his mind that Keiji would immediately pick up on exactly what he meant by that. It wasn't hard to feel the confusion radiating off of the man standing beside him.'Patience, Yusuke, you'll be finding out soon enough.'

 

Immediately Keiji's gaze turned into a critical one and he looked at Yusuke with renewed interest. Most of the time Mr. Minamino had no need for the heavier equipment so this could only mean one thing, “You've managed to pick up a difficult one I take it?” Seeing the nod he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “You've come to the right place then. Since we did the renovations here and added a back room we've been able to actually get some of the larger merchandise. You won't even have to look through a catalog unless you're looking for something specific that we don't have in stock.”

 

Kurama's eyes glittered at the newfound knowledge and a smirk crossed his face. “How soon could I get this equipment delivered?” Since they hadn't brought the car they'd been reduced to what they could carry but for some of the items he had in mind they would need a truck anyway.

 

“For a preferred customer such as yourself, tonight if you'd like,” Keiji responded with a smile and gestured for the redhead to follow him. It'd been some months since the man had come into the store but when he did he always spent enough money to make the extra courtesy worth extending. The door to the back room opened easily beneath his hand and he could hear the audible gasp coming from the disobedient slave. Clearly he hadn't expected this sort of equipment to be on the shopping list for today.

 

While he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, Yusuke knew this hadn't been it. Oh he'd heard of bondage furniture before and had even seen a few generic pieces in porn movies but nothing like this. Some of the items were enough to make his dick attempt to shrivel in fear. “Uhh Shuichi are you really thinking about buying some of this stuff?”

 

With a shake of his head Kurama turned to Keiji, “As you can see he tends to forget his lessons. It's time to move to punishments which will make him remember.” Seeing the man nod his understanding and give a disapproving glance towards the Toushin, he walked further into the room ignoring Yusuke's question completely.

 

“Might I suggest this device then Mr. Minamino?” Keiji gestured towards a wooden device in the corner. The blank expression on the slave's face informed him that he had just no idea what the hell it was for. Deciding to give him an idea of what he was in for Keiji continued, “This is what we call a cock stock. As you can see the slave's cock and balls go through this opening here,” he gestured to a hole between two planks that were screwed together, “Once in place you can place a harness on them and then attach this leash to it. One or two turns of this lever will stretch them out away from the body, applying constant pressure on his genitals.”

 

Instantly Kurama was intrigued by the device and moved closer to examine it. The wooden stand looked to be quite sturdy and even had leather straps to hold a person's body in place. A small clip on the floor had him kneeling down, “Is there another attachment meant to go here?” A smirk crossed his face when he detected the increased scent of nervousness in the air. 'Perhaps Yusuke has finally realized that his luck has just run out.'

 

“Actually, it's for a leash,” Keiji replied automatically, “You can attach it to the collar we'll be fitting him with tonight or we have an array of anal plugs that have clips on the end. You could insert one of those and then tighten the leash accordingly so he'll experience the pain of being pulled in two directions.” Had one of his own submissives been so disrespectful as to address him by his given name he would have already had the man trussed up, but there were certain lines that had to be obeyed within a public place and this was one of them, even if he did own the shop.

 

“Interesting,” Kurama murmured thoughtfully as he ran his hands over the fine grain of the wood. This would definitely be one device he would have to give serious consideration to but first he wanted to see just what else they had in stock, “I'll have to give this serious consideration. How much is it?”

 

“Fifty thousand yen,” Keiji replied without hesitation. He saw that the redhead was intrigued with the idea and would give it considerable thought. The equipment that this room contained was far from cheap but they were almost necessities for hard core bondage enthusiasts.

 

“Not bad,” Kurama mused after casting a look over to the pale Toushin, “What else would you recommend?” If anyone would know just which of these items were the best it would be the shop keeper. Usually he'd just use his plants but Yusuke needed the mental fuck that came with being strapped into one of these devices. It would make training him ever so much easier in the long run.

 

Keiji gave the two of them a considering look before walking towards another piece of furniture, “Your specialty is whips and canes if I remember correctly?” Seeing the redhead nod he gestured at a black metal tower, “This is called a torture tower which would work perfectly for such a thing. As you can see the height is adjustable so when you secure his arms over his head you can force him to stand on his toes if you so desire. The spreader bar here at the bottom is adjustable as well so you can position him however you desire. The padding here in the middle will support him as he is forced to lean over it. So you can leave him in it for hours if you wish.”

 

“And it's completely reversible for positioning him,” Kurama speculated, firmly pushing on the padded bars to make sure they would do an adequate job of supporting Yusuke's body weight. With the angle that he'd be forced to stand there would be no way he could maintain his balance on his own, not without doing severe damage to his shoulder muscles. With him stretched out so nicely it would be a perfect item to use when administering the floggings that Yusuke tended to get himself into.

 

“You can't be serious,” Yusuke said in disbelief, it was like he'd stepped into a medieval torture chamber, all that was missing was the bed with the iron spikes. 'Would Kurama really use all this shit?' As much as he'd like to say no the look on the kitsune's face said he intended on doing exactly that.

 

“Of course I am,” he said before turning to Keiji, “what is the price tag on this one?” Yusuke's reaction was enough to make the decision for him. This was just two of the items he intended on purchasing tonight and there was a good chance the Toushin would end up in at least one of them. The open amusement on Keiji's face was clear; he knew just how serious he was as well.

 

“This one is seventy five thousand yen. Are there any other types of restraining devices I can interest you in?” Keiji knew that he'd appealed to the redhead's fetish for whippings but most people didn't stop just there. “Perhaps something to put him in the proper position to receive you whenever you desire?”

 

Yusuke was certain that if it were detachable his dick might have already run out of the room as he was tempted to do. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what other demented things this man was capable of showing to Kurama but he really didn't have any other options at this point. It was all he could do not to groan when they were led to yet another piece of furniture that looked like a box. But at one end it had two boards that formed a stockade which were obviously meant for a person's legs.

 

“As you can see this is fully adjustable. You can have it to where his knees are touching his chest if you wanted. Just shorten these chains and clip it to the board that pins his neck in place. These chains at this end are to hold his hands above his head. Once he's secure he won't come out until you say so,” Keiji finished his explanation with a grin. This was one of his personal favorites since it left the slave bared for any form of penetration and they were helpless to stop it.

 

“You two are twisted,” Yusuke muttered beneath his breath but by the sharp look he was given by the kitsune he knew that Kurama had heard him. Even now he could picture himself strapped into that damned thing. 'It's not even padded for fucks sake, how can someone stand to be in it?'

 

“I'll take all three,” Kurama stated sharply, ignoring the glare that the Toushin was now giving to him, “I'll also need a cage large enough to secure him at night.” Once Yusuke fell in line completely he might be allowed to sleep on the floor at night. The only time he'd be granted the privilege of a bed from here on out is when they were fucking. “We should get him fitted now, I'm sure this will take a bit of time,” Kurama told Keiji. He wanted to get home before it got dark so he could concentrate on Yusuke's training. As much fun as it was seeing the man pale at what was to come he'd have even more fun once the man was locked into one of the items he was purchasing.

 

“Very well then,” Keiji said quickly and led them out of the room. The dressing room was only a short distance away and he wasted no time in heading there. His customer was obviously in a hurry to get home and he didn't blame him. In an effort to keep the man happy he'd make this go as smoothly as possible, “Midori, I need to you begin fitting this man while I make delivery arrangements for this afternoon.” A small woman walked out from around the corner and nodded her head quickly. She was more than capable of taking care of the slave while he went about taking care of Mr. Minamino's order.

 

“Follow me, sir,” Midori said quietly and led Yusuke into the fitting room. She'd expected as much when Keiji had led Mr. Minamino into the back room. Even she knew who the redhead was and agreed to take over this particular aspect of the job. Keiji always had gone out of his way to ensure that customers like this one had reason to keep returning. Once they were in the room she partially shut the door to ensure that if another customer were to enter the store they wouldn't see anything inappropriate, “Disrobe please. Has he told you exactly what he wants you fitted for?”

 

“Uh a collar, I'm not sure what else,” Yusuke said with a touch of uncertainty. 'Do they really expect me to get naked in front of her?' Apparently so because she was reaching for a tape measurer and a pad of paper to write the measurements down. When she raised an eyebrow at him he shrugged helplessly, “He doesn't tell me anything anymore. If it's for a collar then why do I have to get naked?”

 

“Because most people don't come here to be fitted for just a collar, Yusuke,” Kurama replied with amusement, “Take your clothing off like she said.” Only then did he turn to Midori, “I need him fitted for several things. A collar and a cock ring are just the start, I want an entire ensemble. That includes the cuffs, arm binders, and a harness. I'm assuming you have the items on hand?”

 

“Yes sir provided your slave does not require a custom size we should be able to provide everything that you have asked for,” Midori replied politely. Based on what she could see there was nothing about him that was overly unusual so they should be able to accommodate everything that had been asked for, “Will you be requesting a hood or a gag as well?”

 

“Hm,” Kurama had to give that some serious thought. While he couldn't see a reason to purchase the items that didn't mean he wouldn't find a use for one of them later, “Yes, fit him with a sensory deprivation hood. I'm sure I'll have use for it later. Now if you'll excuse me I'll have to inform Keiji where to deliver the items. I expect that you will behave yourself, Yusuke.” With that he gave the man a firm look and walked back out to speak to the owner. There was one other item he wanted to add to the list but it was going to be a surprise. He couldn't let Yusuke know about everything he was buying now could he?

 

“Guess I've got no choice in the matter,” Yusuke said with a sigh and began tugging his shirt over his head. Carelessly he tossed it into a nearby chair and proceeded to kick his shoes off. A smirk formed on his face seeing the appreciative gleam in the woman's eyes but her expression remained one of professionalism. Still he couldn't help but slow his movements when his hand went to the button of his jeans and unsnapped it. It wasn't often he got to enjoy the pleasures of having a female ogle his body and it helped reaffirm some of the confidence that had fled upon seeing what lay in that other room.

 

The pants were shoved down his hips slowly and then kicked off. He couldn't resist turning slightly to give her a view of his ass while he bent down to pick them up. Still it puzzled him how her expression didn't change. Did she see so much cock in her line of business that it was nothing new to her? 'I guess it's possible. Hn, I bet if Kurama were the one stripping naked she'd be all over him.' Even though the guy was bi-sexual like he was, Kurama was a chick magnet. They just seemed to flock to him.

 

Midori waited until he'd completely divested himself of his clothing before she got to work. With her supplies on hand she stepped up to him and began taking measurements, starting with his head and neck first. She had to admit he was more muscular than a lot of the slaves they had coming in. “You must work out a lot,” she commented as she began wrapping the measurer around his chest, double checking to make sure that she had the numbers correct before writing them down.

 

“You could say that,” Yusuke replied, flexing his pecs with a smirk. A small smile crossed the woman's face but she still remained the epitome of professionalism. The measurements of his arms were taken next and he could only assume they were for the arm binders, whatever those were.

 

“You are fortunate to have a master that allows you to do so,” she said while wrapping the tape around his wrists for the size he would need for the cuffs. “Most would not allow such a thing because they are more concerned with their pet pleasing them, not doing something that they enjoy. He must use you as a trophy when you go out.” Most of the time when a slave was allowed to spend so much time to keep in shape it was because the Master enjoyed showing off their dominance over such a strong pet at social gatherings.

 

“Or maybe he just likes big, thick things,” Yusuke said tauntingly, just to get a reaction out of her. The surprised look the statement earned him was more than enough to make it worth it, especially since she'd been kneeling down to measure him for his cock ring.

 

“I can see this,” she said while trying to fight the urge to snicker. Her hand came up to wrap the tape around the member in front of her and somehow she wasn't surprised to see it jerk beneath her fingers. There was a good chance that he was doing it on purpose but she wouldn't give him a reaction. That he was getting hard was an understatement but it made little difference to her. If anything it saved her from having to guess about how much room the man would need in his cock ring to keep it from being uncomfortable.

 

When her hands wrapped around it more firmly he leered down at her, “I can give you more than a look if you wanted.” Of course he wouldn't but he was rather enjoying the banter and it was giving him a chance to forget the tension he'd been feeling earlier. Unfortunately this just reminded him of how fucking horny he was since Kurama had told him he needed to learn some restraint and hadn't bothered to touch his cock last night. 'Guess this means I'll have to suck up to him tonight or hope he isn't watching when I take a shower so I can blow my load in peace.'

 

A sharp snapping sound filled the air which was followed quickly by Yusuke yelping and clutching the rising welt on his ass. Kurama stared at the man blandly and allowed the hand holding the riding crop to drop back to his side, “She knows better, how much longer, Midori?” It didn't surprise him any to see Yusuke attempting to flirt with the woman. He'd done it with Keiko for years and had even attempted it with Botan on occasion. Still, it wasn't something that he was going to permit now.

 

“I will be finished soon, sir,” Midori replied, unruffled by the redhead's appearance. Now that his slave was behaving properly again she could continue with what she was supposed to be doing. All that was left to do was to take the measurements of his thighs and ankles and they would be all set.

 

After only another minute or two Kurama watched the woman stand and check her notes a final time to ensure that she got them all. “Go ahead and get dressed Yusuke, she has no further need of your body,” Kurama told him coldly. Now all that they needed to do was pick out the items that would fit and pay for them. Only then would they go home and Yusuke's next lesson would begin.

 

Trying not to grumble beneath his breath, Yusuke redressed himself and tried to ignore the protests his cock was giving him about being crammed back into the jeans he'd been wearing. It didn't help matters that the spot on his ass still stung either and the garment was rather tight, ensuring that the area would be rubbed raw by the time they got home.

 

“Follow me,” Midori said quietly and led them out to the main room where the clothing and leather restraints were, “The collars are here, I am assuming you want leather.” There was a variety that they could choose from and ultimately it would all come down to personal preference in the end. It wasn't much of a surprise to her when Mr. Minamino selected a black one with three D rings attached.

 

Seeing the collar that the kitsune had picked up had Yusuke sighing in resignation. It looked as if he were definitely in for it now and most likely he'd end up chained to one of those torture devices before the night was over. 'Oh man, this is gonna suck.'

 

-Later That Night-

 

The debate was finally over in Yusuke's head about which was worse, waiting for the punishment that he knew was coming or having to endure Kurama's silence. The moment they'd walked through the door he'd been ordered to disrobe and go into the room that he'd cleared out to wait. It was obvious what was going in this room now and he couldn't say that he'd been looking forward to it. For over an hour he'd waited alone in that room, waiting to see what would happen. But all too soon he'd heard the knock on the door that signaled the arrival of the delivery men.

 

Still he hadn't moved as Kurama had allowed them inside the house and into the room that he was kneeling in, completely bare-assed. Neither of the men had batted an eye though at his nakedness as they'd gone to work setting the equipment up. Of course Kurama remained to oversee the work and ensure everything was put together properly. At least he could be thankful for that much, it'd be just his luck to get strapped in and have it collapse on him.

 

Having to watch them put the equipment together only made the dread that had settled in his stomach intensify with the knowledge his wait was nearly over. It was sheer hell watching the delivery men being escorted out of the room but when the redhead hadn't returned immediately he was left to wonder what the fuck was taking him so long. The look that the kitsune had given him promised pain for his earlier transgressions and again he wanted to kick his own ass for being stupid. “I knew better and I still did it anyway. Damn, I must be stupid... or a masochist,” Yusuke muttered beneath his breath.

 

“I'd already suspected as much,” Kurama said as he stepped into the room. It was almost endearing the way Yusuke jumped upon hearing his voice. As he'd expected, the torture of waiting for his punishment was doing a number on the man. It was funny when he thought about it, the man that had already died twice was repressing the fear that he felt at what would come from a minor flogging session. 'Of course, it's quite likely because he knows that I'm the one who's doing it. Had he any real desire to get free none of these restraints would be able to hold him. Sooner or later he will realize this and come to understand that it's not true fear that is holding him immobile, but desire. Once he does that I'm quite certain he will come to look forward to our sessions in here. It shouldn't take long at all.' A gentle smile that revealed nothing of his inner thoughts crossed his face as he moved to stand beside the machine. “It's time, Yusuke, stand facing the tower and extend your hands above your head,” he ordered softly but still fully expecting to be obeyed.

 

It was pointless for him to plead his case and Yusuke knew it. 'I screwed up and I knew I was when I was doing it. This is what I get for being an idiot.' Reluctantly he got to his feet and walked towards what he'd already nicknamed the Torture Tower. Carefully he leaned against the padded supports and extended his arms far above his head, holding the position as the kitsune cuffed his hands into place. 'It would figure that he wants me to reach up this high.' Already he could feel the muscles in his arms and legs stretching as he was forced to maintain the position. A nudge on the inside of his thigh had him spreading his legs farther apart so they could be locked into the spreader bar.

 

“Very nice,” Kurama murmured as he examined his toy. The position forced Yusuke to stand on his toes and helped to arch his back, making his ass stick out rather temptingly. Teasingly he ran his hand across the smooth skin before withdrawing to pick up the cock ring they'd purchased earlier in the day. “I'm going to enjoy this,” he whispered teasingly while he put the leather strap into place and then began stroking the flesh firmly, “and I can't help but think that you will as well.”

 

As soon as Yusuke felt that hand on his cock he knew that he was done for. There was no way he could prevent his body from responding, he could only hope that the kitsune would grant him his release after he was finished. What was worse was he couldn't even thrust into the man's hand; his bonds did an excellent job of keeping him in place.

 

“Now we can get started,” Kurama murmured against the Toushin's ear before pulling away. Silently he walked over to pick up the whip and held it loosely at his side. He wouldn't tell Yusuke when he was going to begin, the only warning he would get would be when the lash cut through the air. The seconds dragged by and he could hear Yusuke's breathing getting heavier with each moment that passed. 'Fear has him anticipating each blow but he cannot deny the desire that courses through him even now. How soon would he come I wonder if I hadn't forced him to wear his cock ring?' Sighing softly in regret that he couldn't experiment with that little question this time, Kurama shook his head. 'Another time we will have to explore those possibilities. I am here to teach him a lesson this time, not to bring him release.' Had Yusuke attempted to look behind him he would have been able to see the cold, calculating smile but as it were he couldn't begin to guess the mood that Kurama had found himself in.

 

Pain burned through his skin as the flogger made contact the first time, making Yusuke hiss in pain. The second snap had his body unconsciously trying to avoid the blows that caressed his skin but he was unable to move. Within moments the skin on his ass was feeling unbearably hot but still the blows didn't cease. But he knew that wasn't all Kurama intended to do and he was right.

 

“You know why you're being punished do you not?” Kurama spoke quietly in between strikes. His lover's skin was pink from the whip but he knew the man could take more and would do so. A groan was his answer as the lash fell yet again and he knew that Yusuke was attempting to be stubborn.

 

“Were you so aroused that you managed to lose sight of your goal my pet?” Kurama continued, pausing in the whipping long enough to run his fingertips over the abused flesh, “Are you willing to give Hiei up so easily just to lure some useless girl into your bed?”

 

“No sir,” Yusuke growled out, trying to block out the feel of what Kurama was doing to him. The slender finger sliding across his balls was teasing but he knew that it wasn't meant to bring him pleasure. It was just another method of the redhead playing with him and he was going to do his damnedest to hold out. 'Fuck if he keeps that up though...' The thought trailed off as he shoved down the desire to moan obscenely. Kurama was entirely too fucking good with his hands and the bastard knew it.

 

“I see, so what were you thinking of then?” Kurama asked while his finger slid up to tease that tight ring of muscle he intended on violating later that evening. When Yusuke didn't answer him right away he decided to do some probing, “Perhaps you were thinking of me and how it felt when I allow you to experience the pleasure of having my mouth on your cock. Is that what you were hoping for?”

 

“I...” Yusuke trailed off, unsure of how to answer the question. He hadn't been thinking of anything except the fun he'd been having at the time but he knew that excuse wouldn't be good enough. “I was,” Yusuke swallowed hard, hoping he'd believe the lie, “It's been too long Master.” And truly it had based on the way his cock was throbbing with need, the ache intensifying with each second that dragged by.

 

“The question is do I believe you,” Kurama said, amused that his toy would attempt to lie in the first place. “I think you'll have to convince me, Yusuke, what was it you were thinking of me doing to you hm?” Of course it was unlikely for the Toushin to know that he'd been standing there the whole time listening, waiting to see just how far his pet would go.

 

A groan escaped his lips when he felt a saliva covered finger probing at him. “Your lips wrapped around my cock, Master,” he panted out, wishing that he could push back against the finger that was slowly invading him, “tasting it with your tongue.” Against his wishes his mind was all too happy to supply the image of the kitsune doing just that. Only in his fantasy the redhead wouldn't be able to stop him from fucking his throat hard. In his fantasy the kitsune was his bitch and he wasn't forced to hold himself back.

 

“What then, Yusuke,” Kurama purred in response to the lie that slid from his slave's lips. His entire demeanor changed to one of seductiveness, manipulating the Detective into giving him even more of a reason to punish him. Even though his slave knew that he was in trouble he was entirely too responsive and he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Yusuke would be more suited to the slave position. Slowly he slid the finger further up the Toushin's ass, stroking the inner walls slowly while the man panted.

 

How Yusuke longed to tell the kitsune that he wanted to bend his ass over. To hear the pleading words spill from the redhead's lips as he forced more of his cock inside of him without mercy. How sweet would the words sound as his lover begged him, to stop or to give him more, it didn't matter. Yusuke just wanted to hear that pleading tone enter that sensuous voice while his ass was being stretched to its limits. But he couldn't say it, not without dire consequences. Another lie spilled from his lips, one that was sure to please his lover and gain him the release he wanted, “You fucking me. I have your cock sliding up my ass. Hard, deep strokes, over and over again until it feels like my dick will explode.”

 

Kurama chuckled darkly upon hearing this, “Nothing is for free my pet. Tell me, what lengths are you willing to go to in order to get what you want?” Carefully he inserted a second finger into that tight passage, pulling a whine from the Toushin. Whatever fantasies playing about in the man's head had to be good but he was determined to twist Yusuke's way of thinking. Before long the Detective would be begging him to take him instead of whatever he was imagining now.

 

For a moment Yusuke said nothing and concentrated on the sensations the kitsune was invoking. When he didn't answer right away the fingers up his ass shifted slightly, pressing firmly against his sweet spot causing him to moan obscenely. Still the digits remained, making it hard for him to think. Swallowing thickly he opened his mouth to speak, struggling to get the words out, “Anything, Master!”

 

“Anything,” Kurama mused and pulled his fingers free, smirking when his pet tried to persuade them to stay by clenching the muscles surrounding them. “You shouldn't say things you don't mean my little cum slut. What if I were to agree to your terms?” The question lingered between them as Kurama encircled his hand around the throbbing cock jutting out so prominently from Yusuke's body. Slowly his fingers caressed the tip, smearing the moisture around the sensitive underside. In the dim light he could see the Toushin's muscles flexing, rippling beneath the strain of being forced to remain in one place yet needing to thrust forward into his hand.

 

“Master,” Yusuke whined again when that fleeting touch continued to elude him. Somehow he knew the bastard was only going to keep teasing him until he'd gotten the answer that he wanted. “Just name your price,” Yusuke groaned out loud when that sensual hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking it slowly, causing every nerve in his body to burn.

 

Wickedly Kurama smirked and withdrew from the prone man, his hands immediately going to the buttons on his shirt. Ordinarily he'd give his pet the task of undressing him but since Yusuke was rather tied up that option wasn't available to him. The pants were next and he didn't have to ask the Toushin to know that he'd heard the belt buckle coming free. Already Yusuke was pushing his ass further out in an effort to tempt him. Only once he was completely bare did Kurama return to him, draping his body against Yusuke's taut back and rubbing his cock against the man's needy flesh.

 

“And what if I were to tell you that I want to spread your ass out in front of our friends? To have them watch as I hold your legs apart and plunge my cock deep inside of you. To show them exactly who you belong to,” Kurama whispered against the shell of his ear. A shudder raced through his lover's body but he gave no protest to the idea which was something that the kitsune found intriguing. Wanting to see just how far he could push the man beneath him he continued, “What would little Keiko think to know that she never stood a chance? To know that no matter how hard she tried she could never please you.”

 

“Please,” Yusuke whispered, unsure of how much more he could take. Every little detail of the scenario Kurama spoke of was now playing out in his head and he could just see their expressions as they watched the lustful display. Only there was no revulsion, instead they were urging Kurama on, to spread his legs further apart, to fuck him faster, to make him scream in combined pain and pleasure.

 

“Or maybe you'd prefer active participation hm, Yusuke?” Kurama asked and reached around the tone body to play with the tiny nipples which had been neglected for far too long. “Should I contact your secret crush?” Kurama's voice was almost malevolent as he brought in thoughts of the apparition, “Perhaps I will bring him here, just so he can see how far you've fallen into depravity. I'm sure he'd enjoy watching as I possessed your body, maybe he'd even join in. Would you like that my little cum slut? To feel both of our cocks forced up into your ass at the same time, driving against each other as we took our pleasure from your pain?”

 

The thought was too much, forcing Yusuke to shake his head violently. The apparition would belong to him and no one else, he wouldn't allow it. Yet he knew the unspoken answer was likely to displease the kitsune and he was right. The fingers playing with his nipples tightened painfully, causing him to hiss between his teeth.

 

“But you said anything, Yusuke, that means you've lied to me,” Kurama whispered reproachfully, tightening his fingers even further which caused Yusuke to attempt to pull away from him. “I dislike when people lie to me but even more so when you do it,” Kurama said in icy tones, “It makes me wonder what else you've been untruthful about.”

 

“Nothing, Master,” Yusuke panted out as the fingers withdrew from his abused flesh and then Kurama's weight lifted from his body. It was apparent that the time for conversation was over when the sound of the flogger cut through the air again, landing across his backside with more force than had been used before. “Ah!” he cried out in combined pleasure and pain as the leather landed across his tender flesh, stinging everywhere it touched. The burning sensation was back and Yusuke was almost positive that the kitsune had broken the skin in at least two different places but still the flogging didn't cease nor did his desire flag. The difference between pleasure and pain was no longer discernible as blow after blow fell. When it finally came to an end he no longer had the energy to even hold his own head up any longer but still he didn't want it to end, “Please... don't stop.”

 

“Oh trust me, we're not finished,” Kurama said gently and set the flogger down, “It's time we moved onto more pleasurable things.” The red welts marring the Toushin's skin had told him that it was time to allow his body to recover, even if the Detective thought he could handle more. Eagerly he picked up the bottle of lubrication and began coating his cock, preparing himself for the pleasure that he was about to indulge in. “Are you ready for me, Yusuke,” he asked quietly as he took up his position behind the Toushin.

 

“Give it to me, Master,” Yusuke gasped out, more than ready to be filled. The kitsune had been denying him for far too long and he was at the end of his patience. Yet the bastard seemed to be taking his own sweet time about moving his ass and Yusuke had to repress a snarl of frustration. 'How much more can a guy take? Fuck me already!'

 

There was nothing gentle about the way Kurama grabbed the Toushin's ass cheeks and the searing warmth beneath his fingertips had him smiling in appreciation. 'I will have to attend to these later but for now...' His grip tightened until the skin shown white beneath his fingers before prying them apart to expose the tight hole he'd soon be occupying. Slowly he moved the head of his cock along the tender flesh before stilling to make sure he was in perfect alignment. With a feral growl he snapped his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock into Yusuke's body. Two fingers had never been enough to prepare the man and the groan of pain had him nearly purring in satisfaction, “That's it, Yusuke, scream for me.”

 

The pain was incredible but Yusuke didn't dare brace himself for what he knew was coming when the kitsune began to withdraw. Abruptly his head snapped back and his mouth opened, his cry filling the room as the redhead's cock impaled him to the hilt. Nor did the man give him a chance to relax, not that he truly expected him to. Brutally he was taken from behind, their flesh meeting violently and causing the stinging sensation of his welts to increase with each thrust he was given. As painful as it was, Yusuke found himself wishing that he could move and meet each torturous stroke. As much as the redhead giving him it still wasn't enough.

 

A smirk crossed Kurama's face as he shifted slightly to change the angle of penetration. Pleas for more were falling from Yusuke's lips with each thrust and with each snap of his hips his motions were becoming more brutal to meet the Toushin's demands. Ruthlessly he assaulted his lover's prostate until the only thing that Yusuke was aware of was the need to come. Sweat poured from Kurama's forehead, plastering his long hair to the sides of his face but he didn't dare stop.

 

Blood dripped from the punctures in his skin and Yusuke didn't need to look to see that the kitsune was on the verge of transforming. “Oh God,” he struggled to form the words, “I need to come, please!” The tension had long ago become unbearable and now he was on the brink of losing consciousness. The firm hand that gripped his cock and began stroking it vigorously was a godsend until Yusuke realized that the kitsune still hadn't released the cock ring. “Take it... take it off... please Master,” he begged, hoping that for once Kurama would acquiesce to his pleas.

 

This had been what Kurama had wanted to hear and see. Even now the Toushin had his head thrown back with tears of frustration trickling unheeded down his cheeks. “Such a pretty picture, Yusuke, do you know how beautiful you are when you're like this,” Kurama whispered against the man's ear but ignored his demands completely. Another hard thrust had the Toushin shrieking his name and with a pleased groan Kurama emptied himself into the tight passage clenching around his cock.

 

Breathing heavily he pulled out of his lover and took a step back to admire the sight before him. Thin streams of semen leaked from Yusuke's ass, trailing wetly down the backs of his thighs while the man stood there trembling with need.

 

“Master,” Yusuke called out when he heard the soft footsteps signaling the kitsune's departure. 'Where the fuck is he going? He can't just leave me here like this!' Yet that seemed to be exactly what had happened and Yusuke couldn't help but growl in frustration. All it would take would be the slightest touch to send him over the edge but even that was denied to him. “You bastard,” Yusuke whispered and then tugged fruitlessly at his bonds. It'd be so easy to break them but that would make their next session so much worse than this one had been.

 

“If I were in your position I might be inclined to agree,” Kurama said without malice as he walked back into the room. A jar of salve was in one hand and a cool, wet towel was in the other. As soon as the Toushin had heard his voice he could see the renewed signs of hope that made him think he might finish what he'd started. Gently he ran the towel over Yusuke's backside, removing all traces of the semen from his skin before setting it to the side. “This might sting a bit,” he said softly before beginning to apply the gel to the tender flesh that he'd so lovingly whipped.

 

“You can't leave me like this,” Yusuke growled in frustration as those slender fingers continued to caress his skin. Yet there could be no other option for he knew the routine, once any possible injuries were tended to they were finished for the night. So help him though, if Kurama didn't do something to take care of his dick then he wasn't going to be responsible for his actions, punishment be damned.

 

Setting the jar of salve to the side, Kurama went and retrieved the arm binders that Yusuke had been fitted for earlier in the day. “You are not in a position to be demanding anything from me,” Kurama said calmly although his eyes had narrowed in warning. The cuffs around the Toushin's ankles were released first before he stood and reached up to unsnap his wrists. He watched calmly as the man turned and stared at him defiantly, looking as if he were about to push the issue. With a voice that stated there was absolutely no room for argument, he gave the Detective another order, “Hold out your arms.”

 

For several long moments Yusuke thought about telling the man to fuck off but eventually he did as he'd been told. He watched as the kitsune worked quickly, sliding the gloves into place and securing them tightly. A gentle nudge was given when the redhead wanted him to turn around and within moments Yusuke had his hands secured behind his back with no hope of escape. The straps at his wrists and elbows saw to that. He didn't need to glance down to see how engorged his cock was, even now he could feel each time it throbbed along with his heart beat. “So what are you going to do with me now sir,” he asked when he was facing the kitsune again, praying that the man would at least take the ring off and finish him with his hands.

 

“You'll see,” Kurama said amiably and let him over to the steel cage that had been delivered along with the other stuff. The door swung open easily enough beneath his hands. With great care he grabbed the pillow and blanket that laid beside the cage and arranged them inside of it. A scowl was on Yusuke's face but Kurama didn't feel the need to point out to him that most slaves didn't even get that much comfort given to them. He was lucky he was getting the special treatment as it was in light of his earlier transgressions. “Lay down in the cage, Yusuke,” he ordered softly and then waited to see if he'd do it.

 

'He can't be serious!' Yusuke stared at the red head with wide eyes, unable to believe what he was hearing. Yet when he saw no sign that it was indeed a joke he heaved a sigh and moved to do as he'd been told. Quickly he realized that the only position he could possibly lay in with any amount of comfort would be on his side and even that one was difficult. Still he managed but there was no missing the dark expression that covered his face.

 

Only once the Detective was in place did Kurama kneel down and remove the cock ring, putting it on the nightstand beside the cage. ”I don't have to tell you that if something drastic should happen then you can break free easily. I would not restrain you in such a fashion that would put you in peril, however short of a fire or an earthquake I expect you to be in here when I awaken in the morning,” Kurama said quietly, reaching down to caress his slave's cheek, “You did well tonight and we've taken a big step in exploring your limits. Perhaps tomorrow you'll gain a reward if you continue to please me.”

 

“Kurama,” Yusuke whispered when the red head removed his hand and closed the cage, locking the door into place. 'Please don't leave me like this.'

 

“Try to get some sleep, Yusuke, we begin again in the morning,” Kurama whispered, giving his cheek one final caress before standing. Slowly he walked towards the door pausing only long enough to shut off the light, leaving Yusuke in the darkness.

 

 

The end of Chapter Two, please review if you liked it.