Shot?

Crucifixion.



Yup, that would be the perfect way to show the bastard who was the boss. He would just nail his sorry hide to the wall and be done with it. Once and for all.



Stabbing.



Another good one. He had gotten enough training in with the couch, killing it with clean, concise slashes, cutting its heart out. That would be an alternative in case Asami resisted being crucified, although a messy one.



He never once realized that lying on top of Asami - nose scrunched up in concentration, was a dead give-away. The older man kept quiet, resisting the urge to nibble at his kitten who still glowed from their excessive little love-session. His eyes started to close again, content to just feel his boy’s skin while he slept.



“… too much blood. I think I’ll just fuck him to death. Like he does me. Yeah, that will definitely keep him in line… I’ll just tie him to the bed…”



Golden eyes snapped open.



“Would you care to repeat that?”



“What?... I…”



Akihito tried to pull away from the arms which now crushed him against a steely muscled chest. No way! He hadn’t said that aloud. He wasn’t that stupid. He’d never…



“I think you need another lesson, pet.”



“What the hell? I didn’t do anything…” Deny, deny, deny… his mind repeated like a mantra.



“Plotting to tie me to the bed and fucking me to death is nothing?”



“I never said that.” Inwardly he winced at how shaky his voice sounded.



“It’s what you do to me all the time. Bastard!” Thank God, his voice was getting firmer now.



“And you married me against my will! Pervert!” Good, attack was the best defense.



“And you hit me! Sadist!” He really was getting into it now.



“And you made me come here! Asshole!” Yeah, take that one, Yakuza-rat!



“I make you come everywhere, pet.”



Asami pulled his boy even closer, feeling every inch of slick, sweaty skin against his own. Akihito really needed it.



He pulled a hidden lever and released the swing that was hidden in a ceiling compartment. With one fluid move he was up, boy in his arms, ready to give his boy another lesson.



“No… what… you can’t… Stooooooooooooooooooooppppppppp!”



Akihito struggled in his arms, frantically trying to get away. He still hadn’t realized that there was no freedom in running away, giving in was the only thing that would set him free.



“Stop this nonsense or it will just get worse for you.”



Every move of his hands was precise and it took Asami no time at all to fasten his kitten into the leather contraption. A large piece of leather went under his stomach and chest to support his upper torso; the wrist-cuffs were attached to the straps hanging from the ceiling and his ankles were fastened with light chains to the d-bolts hidden behind two floor compartments. That would keep the pet right where he wanted him.



“If you do this… I’ll never… I… I…” The kitten’s face was red by now, outrage, fury and embarrassment all coming together to make him burn.



“You will take your punishment like a man for once, Akihito. You always complain that you are not a boy, so this is the one opportunity to prove it.” He knew he was being unfair, but provoking the kitten was just too easy.



“No… stop… I hate you!” There was no way to escape that wicked contraption which kept him on his stomach, ass high in the air – a position he was all too used to by now. The chains that held his body in place didn’t give him any leverage either; they just prevented him from really swinging around, allowing only a small back and forth motion. But it helped spreading him open for whatever Asami had planned. He struggled some more only succeeding in rubbing himself against the leather he was lying on.



Asami chuckled while he went to the closet to get the rubber paddle. He would go easy on the pet, just a few more taps on the ass to emphasize today’s lesson. And of course to satisfy the kinky cravings of his boy. He was still amazed at Akihito’s reaction to the spanking, how receptive he had been towards this new kind of stimulation. Using the paddle would probably make the boy come right on the spot. It would be interesting to find out how much it would take.



Stopping a few feet away from his still thrashing kitten he took a deep breath while trying to take in the incredible sight of his lover. Sensuously spread out, sleek muscles straining, the limber body deliciously arranged and the still crimson ass was his to feast on. And he would.



He tested the paddle against his own hand, smiling at the thought that it sounded much worse than it really was. As expected the pet flinched at the cracking sound, anticipating pain. Asami lovingly caressed the heated flesh of the tight behind, causing the boy to shiver.



“You look like you can hardly wait for me to start, kitten.” The hand was now teasing along the cleft that separated the two glowing orbs.



“I haven’t done anything… I… aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… nnnnnggghhh… Asami!” A finger was exploring his hidden opening, gently rubbing the muscled ring which contracted under the soft touch. There was just no helping it. He tried to thrust himself onto the teasing digit without success.



Asami chuckled at the sight of his needy pet. He was so predictable when it came to his pleasure, a virtually open book for him to read at his leisure. He withdrew his finger and started to stroke the still burning flesh that was just waiting to be spanked again with the soft rubber paddle. His other hand set the swing into a rhythmic slow motion, rocking his lover back and forth. His lover hadn’t seen which toy was waiting to pleasure him, so all Akihito could do was to guess what caused this new sensation crawling over his sensitive skin.



Increasing the pressure on the red globes presented to him, he stroked faster, all the while listening to his kitten’s breathing.



Akihito was moaning now, his breath hitching occasionally in his throat when the feelings became too much for him. Just when he was trying to relax his straining body, giving himself up to the soft swaying motion, a sharp crack and a soft, stinging pain of something making contact with his bare ass. It wasn’t really painful, more like a throbbing, yet uncomfortable sting on his exposed cheeks. Not sure what to make of it, he waited for the next blow.



Dealing his boy only one slap, Asami went back to rubbing the paddle over the red mark it had left to soothe the skin on Akihito’s deliciously red back-side. He wanted his mate to experience his punishment to the fullest, make every endorphin scream for release so that his pet could reach the place he needed to find in order to be finally able to accept his sexuality. He was sure that once Akihito had reached this place he could acknowledge the freedom he would gain in surrendering his body and mind to his rightful mate.



Thwack!



Once again, the paddle hit soft skin, sending the pet swinging.



Thwack!



The pet was groaning in discomfort, yet he tried to find some sort of leverage to further the oncoming impact by trying to swing back on his own to meet the paddle to increase the sting.



He definitely had married one naughty kitten.



“You are a naughty boy, Akihito.” He chuckled, starting a slow, rhythmic sequence of light slaps to the eager buttocks.



“No… I…”



Thwack!



“Disobedient.”



“Ahhhh… “



Thwack!



“Obstinate.”



“Nggghhhhh…”



Thwack!



“Reckless.”



“Mmmpfff…”



Thwack!



“Careless.”



“Noooooo…”



Akihito was straining in his bonds now, oblivious to anything but the deliciously stinging sensation spreading over his burning ass. The moment the slaps ceased, he screamed out his disappointment.



“I think this is enough for you now.” Asami lightly tapped his hand on the flaming cheeks and with the other gently massaged the hard shaft his pet was sporting by now. He listened to the labored breaths of the young photographer, watched him trying to gain his senses. Akihito was breathtaking.



“Don’t… stop…”



“Come again?” He almost yelled out his satisfaction of hearing these words.



“You… heard… me…” Akihito had trouble calming his breathing.



“I’m sorry, but I really didn’t, pet. Tell me again?”



“You… I… Spank me, you bastard!” Outraged again.



Thwack!



“Yesssssssssss…”



“That one was for calling me names.” He was glad the boy couldn’t see him – he was sure the satisfied grin almost split his face in half.



“Now tell me again, what exactly do you want me to do?” He just couldn’t resist torturing his lover some more.



“Spank me!”



Thwack!



“And?”



“Please!”



Thwack!



“And?”



“I’m sorry!”



Thwack!



“And?”



It was almost too much for him to endure. He started to thrash around, yelling incoherent words, begged and pleaded, promising anything to the other man, just to get him to continue the sensual paddling of his ass. There was only one course left open to him now:



“I need this… please…”



Asami was more than pleased to comply with his lover’s request. Once again, he started the irregular series of slaps and caressing touches - Akihito’s soft, smooth bottom felt wonderful under his firm hand. It was one of the most exhilarating and empowering feelings he had ever experienced. He listened to the moans of pleasure - mixed with sobs and yelps - coming from his pet.



“Are you getting excited from this, pet?”



“Yes…”



“The way you’re wiggling your red little ass tells me you want more?”



“Please… Now… I…”



“You want what?”



“Spank me…”



“Good boy.”



He continued to use the paddle, turning the skin on his mate’s already abused ass into a deep crimson red. His free hand reached under the boy, stroking his already dripping erection in the same rhythm as the slaps rained down on his upturned backside.



Akihito was lost in the violent tempest of sensations he had never experienced before. He wanted to tell Asami to never stop, to take him, and never let go again – yet all he could bring himself to do was scream out his need, his desire with a raw voice. It felt so right.



Asami almost lost it when he realized how far his lover had lost himself in his pleasure; it took every ounce of control to hold back and not come right on the spot. Sweat ran in silvery pearls down his body, forming rivulets of water across his back and chest, letting him feel the erotic charge surrounding them both.



He concentrated on making his hand grasp the small bottle of oil he needed to prepare his lover for him and almost sighed in relief when he managed to open it without letting it fall from his shaken hands. The paddle had been dropped seconds before, his hand running frantically over the crimson globes before him, soothing, massaging, preparing Akihito for him.



Quickly he lubed himself up, positioned the head of his shaft at the kitten’s welcoming entrance and thrust home with one sure move of his hips. That was all it took to send his lover off to the stars. The body before him bucked up hard, almost forcing him to slip out if he hadn’t held on to Akihito’s waist with a firm grip.



Akihito screamed and yelled as the world around him exploded into a million shards of light, his release so powerful he felt like he exploded from within. He never felt the strong hand vigorously pumping his erection, nor the slippery liquid coating the hand helping him find relief.



Asami felt muscles tighten almost unbearably around him while he pounded into the hot cavern of his lover, sending him over the edge at the same time the body under him tensed up and bucked violently in his release. Desperately holding onto his mate, he rode out the peak of the thunderous orgasm sweeping through him.



*****



It took him several minutes to regain control of his body again, his legs were unsteady, his hands were shaking. His fingers fumbled with the buckles on the straps holding his kitten, trying to get them lose. Finally he managed to unfasten him and with one last effort he took the boy in his arms and carried him to the massive bed.



He dropped Akihito unceremoniously onto the sheets before he let himself fall down beside him, chest heaving from the exertion. His right hand feebly dragged the silk sheet over their worn out bodies while he gathered Akihito close with his left, drawing him close to his body before he allowed himself to drift off to an exhausted sleep.