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| The Master and The Boy - The Punishment | | | | 2. The Punishment
"You keep trying to pretend to be that rich, arrogant younker you are out there, but the truth is, you're just a stray mutt... desperately looking for his owner."
Aiden felt as if a clawed hand closed around his neck, wanting to slit his throat. His eyes were clouded with rage, and his heart was torn by a pain so crushing that he only wanted the man to feel it too; to know what it feels like. He only wanted to hurt him just as badly!
As if in a trance, he grabbed the tray lying on the table in front of him, full of plates and glasses, and threw it across the table, straight at the man sitting across from him. The Master jumped up, but not quickly enough. The tray hit him right in the chest with a clatter, glasses and plates shattered on the floor, spilling their contents over the man's black trousers and leaving remnants of food and wine on them.
In the silence, filled only by the sound of a tray falling to the floor, Aiden saw the man's gaze, darkened with surprise and rage, glaring at him like a dagger, as if he wanted to tear him to shreds. But he wasn't going to let him do that.
He abruptly turned on his heel and moved towards the door, wanting to leave this place as quickly as possible, because he had the impression that in just a moment the monster inside him, struggling with anger, would tear him to pieces.
However, the moment he reached for the doorknob, he felt a steel grip on his shoulder, jerking him back, and the boy staggered, looking up at the dark tall silhouette standing behind him, and the bolts of fury that emanated from his Master's fierce face.
"What you did was really very unwise..." The man's voice resembled the slopes of an iceberg slowly breaking and sliding into the abyss "And you'll find it out soon enough..."
Aiden struggled, trying to free his arm from the steel grip: "I don't care!"
The man mercilessly closed the boy's mouth with his hand and pressed him against the door with all his strength.
"Shhh... I didn't let you interrupt me," he whispered in a menacing, deep voice that seemed to be struggling to come out of the abyss, and Aiden, despite the anger bubbling inside him, felt an involuntary feeling of fear. "My little boy, maybe I should shut your mouth with my cock again so that you stop provoking me? And whenever you keep trying to mouth me, shove it even deeper down your throat so that you turn back into that whimpering submissive boy begging for my cum?"
The boy's eyes widened, feeling his anger slowly transform into something very strong and hot; something that flowed onto his cheeks and caught him by the throat, making him have trouble breathing.
His Master's eyes, so cold and unapproachable, now looked at him with flames just kindled by his boyish rebellion, as the man continued: "Maybe then I would finally eradicate all this arrogance and pride from you. Only when you are looking at me from down below, devoted and completely submissive, asking me for more... with my cum flowing from your sweet lips." The man tightened his hand even stronger, almost crushing his mouth, and leaned even closer to his face. "Only then you are no longer so haughty, so... wild and wooly. Because you know where you belong. And I guess I should show you your place again."
Aiden felt the curling flames in the black eyes ignite an even greater fire within him, then those flames reached into his mind, into his heart, and as they began to blur his vision, the Master mercilessly grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the floor with all his might.
The boy fell, hurting his elbow painfully, and he heard the commanding and angry voice of his Master: " Now you're going to clean up the mess you made. You are to pick up everything, down to the last broken glass, and return the tray to its place. Have I made myself clear?"
The boy propped himself up on his hands and looked up shakily, his eyes moving over the elegant leather shoes, black pants, and tight white shirt, fitting closely to a slim body and wide shoulders of his Master. He stopped his gaze on the sharp face looking down at him, which resembled the face of a bird of prey.
His heart protested violently.
No! He won't let this man reduce him to the level of... a mutt licking his feet again!
Not this time!
"No," he whispered firmly, rising and sitting on his heels.
The Master's eyes flashed menacingly. "I don't think you understood, boy. You won't leave this room until it's thoroughly cleaned."
The boy folded his arms over his chest and stared at the two merciless tunnels looking down at him.
"You can't imprison me here. Someone will finally start looking for me..." One of the man's black eyebrows rose. "Call the servants. I won't clean it up. I'm not--" The boy stopped abruptly, feeling as if he had swallowed his own tongue, as he saw the teacher take the long, black whip from the wall and slowly unroll it, letting it fall to the floor, right next to Aiden's knees.
"Take off your shirt," a callous voice said, and Aiden felt as if something icy had flowed down his spine, sending uncontrollable shivers throughout his body.
No, he cannot...
"You cannot do this," his own voice seemed too quiet and muffled as the cold fingers of fear crawled into his throat, preventing him from breathing. As if he was trying to convince himself.
"Turn towards the wall and place your arms above your head." The Master didn't seem to hear him at all, caressing the base of the whip with his long fingers.
Aiden swallowed with the greatest difficulty. His throat was so tight it was almost painful.
The Master didn't look like he was joking... He was never joking.
Aiden unbuttoned his shirt with trembling hands, while turning his back to the man piercing him with his merciless gaze.
As the shirt fell to the floor, he raised his hands and rested them against the wall, above his head, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling like he couldn't hear anything except for the rapid, painful beating of his heart.
Did the Master really... really want to whip him just because of that tray? It was crazy. This man was... crazy!
He shuddered when he felt the cool touch of a finger running slowly down his bare back.
"So beautiful, flawless back... Smooth and clean... It's almost sad that after tonight it will never look the same again. Such a shame to leave the bloody, deep gashes on them. It will take weeks to heal..."
Aiden was shaking so much he couldn't control himself.
He remembered... he remembered the desperate screams he had heard coming from the punishment room... he remembered the bloody welts on the back of that poor servant... He remembered every terrifying story he had heard about this man... And in that moment he realized that the Master would really be able to do this!
"You're right to be afraid," he heard a quiet, emotionless growl just above him as the Master leaned so low over him that he almost buried his nose in his hair. "But you can still avoid this fate. I'm giving you one last chance. Will you obey?"
Aiden's body stopped listening to him completely. It was shaking so much that the boy felt as if he was about to crumble into pieces. Something wet and cool was twitching in his stomach and crawling lower and lower, towards--
A muffled groan escaped the tightness of his throat as he felt long fingers tangle in his hair and pull his head back towards the soulless black eyes, which were looking down at him, shining strangely under the dark locks that fell on that stony face and tickled Aiden's cheeks.
He had the impression that he saw his own face, reflected in the Master's eyes like in two smooth surfaces of a lake. And he saw... he saw a disbelief in them.
In that moment, Aiden completely forgot how to breathe as those thin lips parted and a heavy, dark whisper poured straight into his loins: "Interesting... You never cease to amaze me."
What? What was he talking about? Aiden felt so incredibly dazed that he felt as if in a moment he would cease to exist. That those eyes staring down at him would devour him and tear him apart. Until there is nothing left in him. Nothing but that hot... need pulsating in his lower abdomen.
"I will obey," he whispered in a tormented voice, willing this feeling to go away, to stop tearing him apart. He couldn't stand it anymore... He couldn't! "I'll clean up the damn tray."
The Master straightened up, releasing his hair from the painful grip, and he stepped back.
Aiden heard his footsteps retreating, then a rustle as the man sank into his chair.
Consciousness slowly returned to his trembling body.
"I'm waiting," a sharp voice cut through the air like a whip that had been writhing at Aiden's feet a moment ago, ready to tear the skin of his back at any moment.
The boy swallowed and slowly rose from the floor. He felt his knees go weak as he turned and - trying not to look at the dark figure of his teacher - walked over to him, crouched at his feet and began to pick up the broken glass and china. He felt the man's thoughtful gaze on him, he saw it out of the corner of his eye, following his every move, as if the Master still couldn't forget what he had just seen in his eyes. As if he still couldn't quite believe it...
Aiden took all the broken dishes to the bucket next to the fireplace, wiped the tray and set it on the table, then moved the empty waste container over to him and began to use a towel to pick up the food scraps from the floor and wipe up the puddles of spilled liquid.
When he was finished, he set the container aside, wiped his hands, and turned to the Master still seated in the black chair, placing his hands on his bare hips.
But before he could even open his mouth to ask if he could finally leave now that he had followed his orders and cleaned up all the mess he had made, the Master raised one eyebrow and asked in a low, threatening whisper: "Do you think you're done?"
Aiden frowned.
Yes, he's done. The floor was shiny, there was not a single piece of glass or a single speck of food left on it.
Probably.
He carefully approached the man and dropped to his knees, looking under the table. No, there was nothing left there, everything was already clean, except-- - the sudden realization hit him with the force of a cricket bat - --except for the Master's trousers and shoes.
Aiden looked in disbelief as a black shoe, with a burgundy drop of wine shining on it, was moving towards his bent face.
He reached for the cloth still lying on the table, which he had used to wipe the tray, but then a cold voice coming from between thin lips stopped him with a growl: "Leave it. You have to do it with your mouth. And with that naughty tongue of yours." The Master leaned forward, fixing his darkly, shimmering strangely gaze on Aiden's eyes, wide with disbelief. "You are to lick everything off me, all the dirt that your unbridled, childish reactions have left on me." Aiden felt his heart convulse. "I hope it will be a good lesson for you, and you'll never think of throwing a tray at me again."
Aiden nodded involuntarily, feeling like those uncontrollable, churning reactions in his stomach were taking over again as he leaned forward, propping himself up on his hands and pressing his trembling lips to the drop gleaming on the man's black shoe. He felt the sour taste of wine on his tongue and... a terrible feeling of degradation as it consumed his insides. And this mixture, along with the aroma of musk forcefully entering his nostrils, went to his head like the most refined drink, putting him in such a state of bewilderment that after a while he was running his lips over the black leather of the man's shoes, licking off every drop, and climbing higher and higher, kissing the smooth material of the pants and he didn't know whether it was a punishment or a reward, whether the Master had ordered him to do it or whether he wanted it himself...
He heard the man's rapid breathing above and when his lips reached the wet spots on the knees, he felt long fingers entwining in his hair, combing it gently. A quiet whisper reached his mind, dazed by the sensations: "Are you sorry for your behavior?"
Aiden rested his head on his Master's thighs and looked up into his burning black eyes. He rubbed his cheek against his pants, like a puppy fawning over his master's legs... and purred softly: "Yes, Master."
The Master's burning eyes seemed to heat up even more as he looked down at the image of devotion and submission kneeling at his feet. His hand stroked the boy's hair, sliding through the unruly strands as if the Master was petting his faithful dog.
Aiden could no longer see anything, nothing except those gleaming eyes that were staring at him, focused only on him. He saw that... ruthless, granite-hard, heartlessness carved from ice in them, which - when the man had been standing over him with a whip - penetrated all his senses, paralyzing them and leaving only this one feeling at the very bottom...
"Would you really do that?" he asked quietly, trying not to let his voice betray that terrifying... whimper in his chest.
A sticky, dark smile appeared on the Master's lips, when he asked: "Would you want me to do that?"
Aiden felt the thing in his loins explode, causing an uncontrollable spasm of almost painful, wild--
"Would you like me to whip you with it?" the man asked again.
His cheeks burned. He abruptly tore his gaze away from the Master's twinkling, intrigued eyes.
"Of course not," he replied quickly, trying to calm his racing heart. "What kind of a question is this anyway?"
When Aiden raised his head again and looked at the man, he saw a smile playing on his lips. Not mocking. Not teasing. No, more like... amused. As if Aiden had said something that the Master found incredibly funny.
"Maybe you can tell me?" he asked quietly, and Aiden heard a hint of teasing in his voice.
"I don't know what you mean," he muttered, frowning and trying to ignore the unsettling feeling of being torn apart.
The Master's hand tightened in his hair, combing it as if it wanted to sink into it. Suddenly Aiden felt the cool touch of a long finger on his chin, and the Master lifted his face, sinking his dark gaze into Aiden's wide, green eyes.
"Maybe that's a good thing, my little boy. The most important thing is that I know."
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