Chapter 6

Kisaki was almost skipping as he passed the gates and neared the maintenance quarters. Who knew life could actually be this good? His wounds from the whip had healed well and didn’t hurt much at all anymore. Kisaki had healed faster than his master had and that was one of the few clouds on his blue skies at the moment. He felt still very bad about it and almost cried with shame every time he helped a wincing Sami change the bandages on his scolded thighs. Kisaki felt he really didn’t deserve Sami being so nice to him after what he had done but his master was all the same nice to him both in bed and otherwise. Yes, burn wounds or no, his master couldn’t refrain from his bed services. It only had to be carried out in a bit more careful manner not to put a stress on Sami’s wounds. Not that Kisaki minded; it only made the whole thing even nicer and he obeyed every such order with a certain, badly repressed eagerness these days. Yes, pleasant nice days with a master that did not beat him anymore and who talked nicely to him and who didn’t even care that he was half-blind and worthless. He couldn’t wait to tell Renka all about it going over there. Renka, yes. That had been another small cloud, a cloud conjured up from a bit of a guilty conscience. He hadn’t been back to see his friend since that first time Sami had let him go back to the kitchens and it had been months ago. And it hadn’t been because he couldn’t, his master had clearly told him he didn’t mind if he went there now and then as long as it didn’t interfere with his duties or he stayed too long. There had just been so much lately. Sami was good to him but he was spoiled never the same, Kisaki understood as much. Being forced to stay in and around the house while his wounds healed Sami wanted to be served and entertained in many ways and at any odd hours. Kisaki had not had the time to go down here he told himself but didn’t quite manage to fool himself. There had been time now and then but he had shamefully been forgetting about his friend for the joy of indulging in a life that a slave like he had never had the capacity of even picturing in his dreams before. Kisaki intended to make it up to Renka. He carried a basket with him and just wait until Renka saw what goodies he brought with him. He would sure make big eyes. His master had even gotten him some candy, a treat that Kisaki had seen free people eat a few times but had never got to taste himself and he couldn’t wait to get down there now so that they both could try it. Yes, his master was really good. He only hoped now that Renka could get away for a few minutes, he hoped Boka wasn’t nearby, that mean bastard would certainly put a stop to such silly nonsense as two slaves thinking they could go on a little pick nick. Boka was, fortunately, not there; he was in the village getting supplies Kisaki was told. Renka grinned widely at the sight of him and patted his back (not wanting to hug him, as he had done the last time, in front the others Kisaki suspected) and said he could easily dodge work for a little while. Yes, Kisaki thought as they sneaked between trees and bushes in the stretch of woods out at the back of the stone building, this indeed promised to become a perfect day. "So… it’s been a while…" They had found a nice spot in a small glade and had been going through the contents of the basket under much oh’s and ah’s but now, a little while later, as most of the goodies had been pleasurably devoured there had been an awkward silence. Renka had broken it first. Kisaki looked down in shame. "I know… I’m sorry… there hasn’t been time… But I haven’t forgotten you." "No, I didn’t think you would. Thanks for the food, that was the best I’ve ever eaten I think. You get to eat things like this all the time now?" Kisaki smiled and shook his head. "Not really, he gave me a little extra, just for this." Renka blinked, mouth open. "Sure is strange that man… So he treats you that well?" Kisaki could hardly sit still from excitement now. "Oh he does, you wouldn’t believe it how nice he is. He says… and he lets me… and he… Oh I’ll tell you all about it… but hey, look at this," Kisaki started to pull at his shirt, "remember I asked you about ‘rings’? Well I sure got to find out, look at this!" Renka looked all right. Stared, as Kisaki pulled the shirt up and showed him the rings in his nipples. "Ew… Gods, doesn’t it hurt?" Kisaki smiled. "Not really, not anymore but it stung like hell when they put them in. I never want to go through that again. It was awful… awful I tell you." Renka nodded, mouth still open in wonder, he could easily believe that. "I noticed your earrings but this... That student wants you to have this? Why?" "No he didn’t, he said it was stupid. It’s a sort of academy rule, I don’t get it but they all have it, all the private slaves have it." "Really? I’ve never noticed… But of course, how often do you get close enough to those stuck up sissies? Oh… I don’t mean you of course." Kisaki only smiled. "You think this is strange? Then look at this." Now Renka’s eyes really widened as Kisaki stuck his tongue out. "Are you kidding me, that goes through your tongue? What on earth for? Is there a reason to this other than to get to torture you?" Kisaki felt his ears go hot, telling Renka what he usually used that thing in his mouth for made him embarrassed to say the least. It wasn’t his most favorite activity in his master’s bed and Kisaki had been quite shocked and appalled at it at first, never having heard of such a thing as to take a cock in your mouth before. But Sami had been very patient in teaching him how to do it and had let him taking his time in getting used to it. These days, there was nothing to it Kisaki thought and it indeed made his master very happy and pleased as the giant, Tak, had predicted it would. So doing it was all right, but talking about it? Kisaki smiled and shrugged, avoiding the whole subject. "I don’t know really. It’s just… We all have it, that’s all I know." "So… if he’s that’s nice to you… then he still keeps off you?" Now Kisaki really blushed. "Uh, no I can’t say that he exactly keeps off me. No I get to serve him in bed quite often now and…" Kisaki silenced at the look in his friend’s eyes. There was pity in them, pity and worry. And anger. Kisaki swallowed nervously. His friend really looked like he planned to go through the inner gates and beat his master up for using him and causing him pain and agony and as much as Kisaki felt moved by Renka’s concern for him that look in Renka’s eyes also scared him. Kisaki had seen it before when Renka had beaten a few of the kitchen slaves up for teasing him. There had been blind rage in that look and Kisaki didn’t want Renka to be in trouble because of him. He had to make him understand it was not like he thought it was. "But it’s all right Renka, really it is, I swear." The mix of pity and rage was still blatant in Renka’s eyes. "What do you mean all right?" Kisaki couldn’t help looking happy and smiling. "It is. You don’t have to worry. I like it. I… You were wrong Renka, it wasn’t as bad as you said it was, not at all." Renka’s face went blank and then sheepishly dumbfounded. "You like it?" Kisaki smiled widely his eyes almost disappearing into thin black lines. "Yes! It’s nice; it doesn’t hurt at all. It didn’t even hurt when he did it the first time. Sure it felt a little strange at first and a little uncomfortable and I was so nervous, you know? And scared to do things wrong and I fell out of the bed… Gods I’m such a klutz but he just laughed and wasn’t rough on me at all, he caressed me… like this." Kisaki put a hand to Renka’s chest in sheer enthusiasm over getting to relate it all to him and mimicked Sami’s touches. But his smile died down and he pulled his hand back in a hurry as he saw Renka’s stern look. "I’m sorry I…" "You like it?" Renka repeated. Kisaki nodded slowly and looked down. Something felt very wrong. Suddenly it was like there was an invisible wall between them and Kisaki shuddered in a distinct feeling of Renka despising him or being angry at him for some reason or even hating him. "It wasn’t horrible… he was nice… it didn’t hurt," he repeated whispering, "… are you angry?" Renka shook his head as if trying to snap out of it and his expression turned softer. "No, no of course I’m not angry. I was just… Do you really like it? I can’t understand how you can like that? And it really didn’t hurt? I… I just don’t understand." Kisaki was serious now. "My master has this friend, and he came and explained it all to me. He was very nice too, though you have never seen a bigger man than him I swear, scared me half to death at first… Anyway, he said that it doesn’t have to be horrible at all when a man takes another man. It shouldn’t be, it’s suppose to be nice even for the one who’s being… you know? He said that if it’s hurtful and bleeding and all that it’s because the man who does it to you is too rough and doesn’t care one bit about you…" Again Kisaki silenced at the look on his friend’s face but suddenly he thought he understood. Renka’s cold hate and anger was probably not aimed at him but to the man that had once been so rough on him. Kisaki shivered. That Renka had been subjected to such a horrible act once he had understood long ago. Even if Renka hadn’t exactly talked about it he had revealed enough for Kisaki to understand that Renka had a first hand experience in having a man’s cock so forcefully shoved inside him that he had torn and bled and been in an awful lot of pain. And considering how strong Renka was whoever had done that to him would have had to be pretty tough on him to get him to submit to something like that. It must have been ever as damaging to Renka’s pride as to his hole. Kisaki shuddered again. Renka had thought it was the same for all, at least the first times. It must be some kind of shock to him to get to learn it didn’t have to be like that at all. The man that raped him had not only used him but had misused him. And being used was a thing a slave had to put up with but that man did not had to have been so unnecessarily rough about it. As Kisaki that same night laid in Sami’s bed he could not enjoy the closeness of his master’s naked sleeping form beside him as much as he usually did. All he could think of was Renka and that he had never got to know how nice it could be. As far as Kisaki knew that horrible series of painful rapes was the only experience Renka had had of the games of the bed. >>> * <<< Already the next day Kisaki asked his master’s permission to go down to the maintenance again. Sami had raised an eyebrow at the meek request but nevertheless allowed him to. Renka was also surprised at seeing him back so soon. "Hey, first you don’t show up in months and then you come two days in a row. Not that I’m complaining but…" Boka suddenly appeared in the door of his office and interrupted them. He roared at Renka that he had better get back to work before he would get the whip out. Renka gave Boka a glare that was more hateful than ever Kisaki noticed but then Boka roared at him too telling him that he shouldn’t think he could run around here now, disturbing the order just because he’d gotten upraised like that. Kisaki paled and obeyed the likewise roared order to get out, faster than fast. So Renka was more than surprised, Kisaki could tell, at finding him sitting by the woodshed more than an hour later. "Gods, are you still here?" "Yes, I knew you’d come to get firewood sooner or later, they always send you. So I thought I’d wait for you." "Can you stay this long? Won’t the student get mad at you?" Kisaki shrugged. "Maybe a little but I won’t stay long now. I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes, only wanted to tell you something." Renka looked a bit worried at the unusual solemnity of his friend. "What? Has something happened?" Kisaki shook his head and smiled a little. "Not yet. I… just wanted to tell you that you’re my best friend… my only friend really and you have always been a true friend even if I never understood why because you were so strong and knew so much and I was just a whiny little kid." Kisaki looked even more solemn and serious, Renka sat down in the grass beside him. "You took a beating for me… I’ll never forget it. I have always wanted to do something back but there was never anything I could do for you because I’m still just a weak little shit. But… but now there is one thing I could do and I’d be glad to do it and please don’t say no." Renka blinked at this speech. "What do you mean? You don’t have to do anything for me Kisaki, we’re friends and… What is it that you want to do?" "I’ll be with you." Kisaki said and blushed, not believing he was actually saying this but there was no turning back now. "Be with me? What do you mean?" "It’s nice, it really is and I just want you to have a nice time and… and maybe it will make you forget those other, horrible times? And this time you could be the one to do it. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, that would make you feel better? I think it would. And I’ll make it so nice for you because my master has been teaching me so many things. You don’t know half of it what I can do now. He’s been showing me oh… every night almost." Kisaki grinned, "I’d do all the good things and you will like it a lot. I’m absolutely sure that you will. My master sure can’t get enough of it and you’re a bit like him. Actually I think the two of you are alike in many ways. What do you say? Will you let me do that for you?" Renka stared at him eyes as wide as saucers. "God, you want me to fuck you? Kisaki, have you gone mad?" "No, I really mean it. It’s the only thing I could do for you." "I told you, you don’t have to do anything for me, you’re not in debt to me. You would have done the same thing for me, I know that and that’s all I need to know." "But I want to… Oh… you don’t want to… with me? I know I’m not a girl but in here… No one in here ever get to do it with a girl anyway so I thought you wouldn’t mind… Is it because I look, you know, strange? I know I have a strange face. My master says I’ve got eyes like a cat and he never kisses me and I’ve seen other students kiss their slaves but he has never done that even though he does everything else. And the other privates up there, they almost never talk to me, I know they don’t like me. Renka you can tell me like it is. I am really awfully ugly, aren’t I?" Renka gave up an amused smile. "You’re stupid Kisaki, that’s what you are. You’re definitely not ugly. That’s not it, it’s just that the thought has never even occurred to me before that we two would… I mean I would never want to hurt you and… But you say it’s nice? Oh I don’t know what to think anymore… I just don’t know. It’s nice of you to offer Kisaki but I can’t say either yes or no… I’m sorry I just have to think about this." Kisaki nodded as solemnly as before as he rose. "I understand, you don’t have to decide now, think about it and next time I come, let me know. I just wanted you to know that if you want to have me… well, you can." Kisaki grinned and blushed and before Renka could answer that he told him he probably should be going. He turned, tripped over a log and fell. He was on his feet in an instant though smiling embarrassingly, before Renka had time to give him a hand. Kisaki gave Renka a wave and slipped away. >>> * <<< Renka laughed at his clumsy friend but the laugh soon got stuck in his throat. Kisaki wanted to have sex with him. With him? He couldn’t believe it. That small slender pretty boy, pretty enough to be taken as a private slave and being treated that well, wanted to be with a big oaf like him? Sounded not very likely, Kisaki obviously just wanted to be nice to him and he thought he was in debt to him. It was touching in a way, really that he would offer himself like that. But he liked it he had said? Renka still doubted those words. He had sure not liked anything of it at all and he had never done it again after that. Even now, thinking about it, it blurred his vision and something inside him went dark and cold. It could be nice? Maybe Kisaki had told the truth and maybe it would be nice… with him? Yes, maybe but it still scared him. Being that close to someone, even if it was only little pretty and not so very scary Kisaki scared him. Doing anything sexual on the whole scared him. Doing it to Kisaki, fucking him, possibly hurt him irrevocably scared him more than anything. But it would be embarrassing to admit to Kisaki that he didn’t want to do it because he was afraid. Shameful to admit that little naive Kisaki was suddenly the more experienced one. And would it really make him forget? His vision darkened again. No, he couldn’t forget. And it could be nice? It could be done without pain and blood? And still he had hurt him so badly, for no damn reason. Renka had to grab at a log and bang it into the plank walls of the shed several times before he was able to fight down that all consuming anger that had kept re-surfacing ever since Kisaki had told him about it a few days ago. >>> * <<< Kisaki had been down to the kitchens several times and each time Renka had had an excuse for him. It wasn’t really hard to come up with them; he didn’t really have to lie. After all, they were not free to spend their time as they pleased, there was work to do and Boka had his eyes on them now. Boka didn’t like Kisaki coming here to tempt Renka to dodge work. If Kisaki wondered why his friend suddenly had became so very non-rebellious he didn’t say anything but he couldn’t hide his disappointment and when Renka declined yet another time, he really looked hurt. Renka cursed inside and before he had time to really consider the consequences he changed his mind and said yes. All right, he said, as soon as they could they would sneak away and he would let Kisaki try to prove to him that it could indeed be nice. >>> * <<< They were in the same glade as where they had shared that fantastic meal Kisaki had brought with him in a basket. But if it had felt awkward there for a while as he hadn’t seen his friend for a few months it was nothing compared to the awkwardness Renka felt right now. Kisaki had already taken his clothes off. He stood there before him nude as a plucked chicken and Renka just didn’t know where to look. Not that he hadn’t seen Kisaki naked before. He knew he was small and lean and had not a hair to his body except that totally black tuft between his legs. But they had been naked before only to wash themselves off and this was such a very different situation. "I can’t really do anything," Kisaki finally said, "if you’re not… naked too." "Oh… yeah, of course." Renka said trying to look like he did things like fucking his friends every day as he pulled the dirty rags he wore off his body with a few nervous jerks. Kisaki stepped a little closer, squinting his eyes. "Oh… oh you’re… bigger than my master," he said. "Nahh," Renka replied, you really think so?" He flexed his muscles a little and couldn’t help feeling a bit flattered at Kisaki’s spontaneous comment. Kisaki grinned at him. "No, I mean you are bigger!" he said and looked down with a knowing look. "You have to promise to be careful." Renka got it now and grinned too. "Uh… really? Uh… well, some got it, some don’t." But then he got serious in a wink and leaned his back against a tree. What was he doing, why had he let Kisaki talk him into this. He couldn’t do this. "We can’t Kisaki… I can’t… I’ll hurt you, I just know it and you’ll hate me." "Now you won’t. I promise you won’t. You can’t… you’ll see." Kisaki stepped up to him and pressed his small body to his and Renka almost pushed him away but regained his senses. Kisaki was half his size, Kisaki was his friend, and Kisaki was no threat. He forced himself to relax. "So, what am I suppose to do now." "Nothing if you don’t want to. I’ll do all the work. I usually do anyway. But you could… hold me… a little as a start… if you want to." Renka looked down to meet his friend’s eyes. Those odd black eyes of his held such eagerness to please. Renka could not bear to make him disappointed right now. All right, Kisaki was in charge here and he would do what ever he wanted, Renka told himself. Slowly he reached his arms around Kisaki and let his big hands follow the lines of his back. The hands slowed down more and more the nearer his ass they came and they were virtually shaking as he felt the concave curve of the small of Kisaki’s back change into two convex curves instead. He was actually caressing his friend’s ass now and it was… not bad… so soft… Soft and smooth until his callused fingers registered something ragged in all that smoothness. He leaned over Kisaki’s shoulder to take a peek and froze. "What the… You said he treated you well and you have fucking whip scars on your ass. Big ones! That bastard had you whipped? Bastard!" he repeated. Kisaki gave him an unreadable expression. "No… no it’s not what you think. I… I really deserved it." Renka snorted. "You have never done anything in your life to deserve a whipping, they’re just bastards, all of them!" "This time I did," Kisaki said and looked down in shame, "I scolded him. I pushed a cup of hot water in his lap and he got burn wounds as big as your hand on his thighs and… and he hurt so much… It was awful… he… he still hurt… he still hasn’t healed and he can’t even do his duties as a warrior adept now. He nearly got kicked out of Caem all together… all because of me. And yes, he whipped me and I thought I was going to die but later he said he hadn’t meant to beat me so much and he wasn’t even mad at me later. Said it was an accident… I’m so ashamed about it." Kisaki leaned into him and gave up a sob. Renka held him closer and didn’t say anything for a while but then he hawked and hemmed. "You know Kisaki, you must be the clumsiest person I’ve ever met… or heard of. I think even I would have whipped you for something like that. I don’t think you know how lucky you are." Renka swallowed hard. His friend was definitely too clumsy for his own good. Disasters like that just foldowed in his wake like a curse. Renka hugged him even harder in fear and frustration. If only he could protect him better but he couldn’t, he was powerless. Sooner or later Kisaki would probably be beaten to death for creating a disaster or two. Maybe not by this master, he seemed unusually nice but the next would surely not be as patient as that. That horrible thought made Renka even more determined to comply with Kisaki’s wishes. Why not let him have his ways? Any time could be the last time he saw him. "So," he whispered in Kisaki’s ear, "what are we supposed to do next?" Kisaki looked up with a smile and pushed himself away pressing his small hands at Renka’s chest. "Lay down and you’ll see, oh you’re going to like this." Renka doubted that but he never the same obeyed and laid himself down on his back in the grass and Kisaki kneeled beside him and leaned over him. "You nervous? It’s all right, I was too but it’s nothing to it really. Just don’t think about it; try not to think about anything at all. You… you trust me, don’t you?" Renka nodded. Of course he trusted Kisaki, it was his possible skills he didn’t trust or himself for that matter. But he obeyed, took a deep breath and leaned back closing his eyes. He started a bit at the feel of Kisaki’s hand on his cock but stilled his beating heart. He had kind of expected that after all. Kisaki’s small and dry hand was soon exchanged with something much more wet and at first it was a bit cold but very soon it turned into the nicest warmth and something soft stroke the tip of his cock, it made him shiver – in a good way. He had to look up. And he jerked away so violently that Kisaki fell over looking up at him in wary confusion. "What on earth are you doing, are you crazy?" Kisaki looked about to start to cry. "Was… wasn’t it nice? Didn’t it feel good." "Uh… I don’t know. I suppose but… Ew… Kisaki, you took it in your… mouth!" Kisaki blushed a little. "That’s what you do. I mean that’s what we do. My Master wants it all the time that’s what the thing in my tongue is for. Don’t worry, I do it all the time," he smiled a little, "I don’t mind at all." "Really? Doesn’t it taste… disgusting?" Kisaki shook his head and smiled again. "Not really. Not as tasty as that candy we got but better than what they feed you down here. Please let me try again?" Renka was still not sure about that but he did as Kisaki wanted and this time he told himself he wouldn’t look again. He still thought it must be damn disgusting but as Kisaki’s soft and firm lips closed around his cockhead again he really couldn’t help getting hard. He had never felt anything like it. Sure he had jerked himself off often enough but there was no comparison. No comparison at all. There were the softest touches and hard sucking motions, there were a flutter of a tongue and a cold breath, a warm sensation in his entire crotch and the most careful rubbing of that metal thing in his mouth at the most sensitive spots. This was certainly something different indeed than giving himself a quick release when no one watched. Renka couldn’t help getting in to it and when he finally came he had almost forgot that Kisaki was there sucking his cock and he arched his back and thrust it deep down his throat. He remembered though as soon as he came and still panting, feeling dizzy and confused he got up on his elbows to check on his friend. Kisaki looked a bit dizzy too and dried at his mouth. "Oh I’m sorry," Renka said, "I didn’t mean to… in your mouth…" Kisaki only grinned. "Don’t worry, swallowed a lot of that." Renka sank down on his back again and put an arm over his eyes. "All right Kisaki, you did it, you proved to me that it was nice…" "Oh that was just for starters," Kisaki said and straddles his chest, Renka looked up, mouth open. Kisaki reached back with one hand and found Renka’s cock starting to try and wake it up again with firm strokes of his hand. "Just lay back and let me do the work…" >>> * <<< He peeked at Renka lying beside him on his back breathing hard. It had all gone well, he thought. He had done everything at the best of his abilities and Renka had seemed to enjoy it. He seemed to have liked it, at least he had spurted – two times, but he didn’t look happy now never the same. Kisaki felt uneasy, he had only wanted to make his friend happy but it seemed he had failed. What had he done wrong? He went over it again and again in his head as they lay shoulder to shoulder on the blanket staring up at the treetops and could find nothing that had went terribly wrong. Still, Renka was like frozen at his side; mouth all clenched up, refusing to look at him, not saying a word. Kisaki almost wept as he finally managed to make his trembling lips form the words. "You… you didn’t like it? You didn’t like me?" Renka didn’t react at first but then he sighed and turned on his side and there was a totally different expression in his face now. A much softer one as he reached a big callused hand out to touch at Kisaki’s face. "That’s not true… I… I did like it. I didn’t know… I had no idea… And I like you even more than I liked this, never doubt that… It’s just that… I can’t explain it but it has nothing to do with you. You’re a true friend Kisaki, you are." >>> * <<< After having sex his master usually wanted to clean up a little bit, Kisaki had soon got into the same habit and thus his first thought at coming back home was to go the bath. He never got there. Sami was on his way out and Kisaki met him in the door. Kisaki stepped out of the way and bowed to his master but it seemed Sami changed his mind about going where ever he had planned to go at the sight of him. "Oh there you are. You were gone awfully long. Well, I’m bored out of my mind and…" Sami smiled and pulled him inside, starting to tear at his clothes already as he walked him toward the bedroom. But Kisaki didn’t get there either. His master suddenly halted, stiffened up and held him at arm’s length to stare at him in suspicion. Then he pulled him close again and sort of sniffed at him. The look in his master’s face as he again pushed him away created an instant achy cold lump in his stomach. "Where were you?" Kisaki shivered at the cold anger in his master’s voice, he didn’t understand what was wrong. "D… dd… down… at the kitchens Master…" he stammered. But his master had known that, hadn’t he? "You met that "friend" of yours?" Kisaki nodded blinking and the open hand that hit him in the face the second after shocked him so much that he hardly felt the stinging pain. He stood there mouth stupidly agape, his hand slowly touching at his burning cheek. His master still looked furious as he started yelling at him. "Get you clothes off! Did you hear me? Do it now before I’ll tear it off of you!" Kisaki heard and he understood what he was told but he sure didn’t understand why. Why was his master suddenly so angry when he hadn’t been angry in months? What had he done? But he didn’t dare disobey. Shaking so much he could almost not get a grip of the fabric he pulled the shirt over his head and tried not to fall over as he pulled the leggings off. Fighting the tears was a losing battle. "Now don’t you move!" Sami threatened and left the kitchen with angry strides returning about two seconds later. And Kisaki couldn’t see at first what he had brought with him but when his master came close enough and he saw, Kisaki started to sob and whimper unrestrainedly in fear and desperation. Not the whip, not that horrible horse whip again that had hurt so much he had wanted to die, that had cut his skin and left him scarred for life. "You shameless little…" Sami yelled, "I’ll beat some decency in you, mark my words!" Sami grabbed at the ring of his collar like he had done the last time and raised the whip over his head and Kisaki stared at it in muted horror unable at the moment to even try to beg. There must have been something in Kisaki’s eyes, something that told of his naivete, of how totally unknowing he was of what he had done wrong. The terror must have been blatant in any case. Sami slowly let go of him and threw the whip away. "I… I’m not going to use that," he said almost looking ashamed, "ever again, I promise…" but his anger was still there, "but a punishment you will get never the same, don’t think I’ll let you get away with this. Bend over that chair!" Kisaki hesitated, more from sheer confusion than from anything else. "Right now!" Sami roared and Kisaki obeyed in such a hurry, throwing himself over the chair, that he almost tilted it in the process. Kisaki could see his master rummage around in the kitchen at the corner of his eyes and even if he couldn’t really discern what he was doing he thought he knew. He was probably searching for something to hit him with that wouldn’t scar him or kill him. Kisaki closed his eyes, clawed at the edge of the seat of the chair and tried to brace himself for it. It was certainly not the first time someone had made him bend over for a few lashes. In fact, that had been quite a regular thing in his life. Too bad it seemed impossible to get used to it. And his master got so mad, so very mad. He seemed to have only two moods – nice and furious, nothing in between. Kisaki had learned to appreciate and enjoy the nice Sami but he had also learned to really fear the furious one. Whatever his master had found it sure stung like hell. Kisaki startled violently at the sharp pain and screamed, sinking to his knees pressing his forehead onto the seat, clenching his teeth against the waves of pain that rode his ass after that first hit. His master got mad at that of course. Why was he so worthless that he couldn’t even receive a punishment right? Sami pulled him on his feet by his hair and had him bending over the table instead, holding him in place with a firm hand at his neck. Kisaki had to endure the stinging hits then and he was grateful that his master didn’t demand of him that he did it quietly. Suddenly it stopped. "Damn!" Sami cursed behind him and slammed something down on the table in front his eyes. Kisaki stared at it; it was a wooden ruler that his master used lining out areas on a big map with… it was almost broken in two. Kisaki thought he would faint at the sight of that and again he glided down on the floor, still weeping, breathing harshly in pain. He wept even harder as Sami leaned over him again expecting another forceful tug of his hair and more pain. But Sami seemed to have beaten his anger out. He got Kisaki on his feet again but in a much gentler way this time, a strong arm around his shoulders. And when the sobbing slave slumped in his grip he simply hauled the boy up in his arms. "Don’t cry like that Kisaki," he mumbled, "you’re not a child, you know. Stop it, I’m not going to hurt you anymore… you’re not even bleeding… I didn’t hit you that much this time… I really didn’t." Kisaki was carried into the bedroom and Sami carefully put him down on his bed, sitting down beside him at the bedside watching the slave trying to obey the order of not weeping so much. "Well," Sami said and even to Kisaki the voice carried concern though it tried to sound strict, "have you learnt anything from this?" Kisaki swallowed his weeping in sheer terror at not being able to answer that question, afraid he would get another beating if he couldn’t. Sami was silent for a long time watching Kisaki trying to get something out but then finally he looked away with an expression of pained guilt. "You don’t know, do you? You haven’t got a clue… the foggiest notion…" Kisaki sobbed. "N… no… I… I’m sorry Master…" Sami rubbed at his temples and sighed. "Oh Gods, you really don’t know why I hit you, do you? I shouldn’t have… but… Ah, for goodness sake." Sami turned back, leaned over Kisaki and pushed the hair out of his face, drying his tears. "You’re not allowed to have sex with anyone else than me," Sami explained softly, "No private slave decides such things for themselves and I just don’t want you to do that. Especially not since I knew you really were a virgin. And you did let your friend fuck you, didn’t you? I could smell it on you. You weren’t allowed to. That’s why I punished you. Do you understand now?" Kisaki cheeks flamed up and he opened his mouth but closed it again. "You did let him use you, didn’t you? Or did he force himself on you? I’ll see to it that he gets punished in a way he’ll never forget!" Now Kisaki gasped in horror and turned to his master with the most desperately pleading look. "No Master, no I swear he didn’t. I let him fuck me; it was all my idea. I swear, please, please believe me. We been friends… always, he’s been so good to me and…" Kisaki cried hard again, "I didn’t know, I didn’t know I couldn’t do that. I never would have, had I known. I’d never disobey you Master, not intentionally." Sami smiled at him. "I know, I know and I believe you, don’t worry. I’m not angry with you anymore, not at all. I understand and it’s really my fault because I never told you that you weren’t allowed, did I? Never occurred to me that I had to clarify something like that but with you…" Sami smiled even wider and shook his head, "should have known nothing is clear with you. Come here!" Sami embraced him and held him close, reassuring him that it was all right now. Eventually the boy calmed down and Sami let him lay back down on his stomach, telling him he could rest as long as he needed and then rose from the bedside to leave the room. But he halted in the door and looked sternly at his slave. "Oh and one more thing. You are forgiven Kisaki and I’m not angry but you will not go down there anymore." Kisaki looked up in some sort of shock. "You heard me. I forbid you to ever go down there again. No, I don’t want to hear a word of protest from you, don’t even try. You’re not going down there again and that’s my final word on the matter." Sami turned and left and Kisaki wept miserably. Now look what he had done, how could he have been so immensely stupid? Now he would never see his friend again.

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