Part 44 - Fourth Stage
"You have been a bad girl, little one."
Heero ignored the girlish scream that followed the burly Dom's voice
who was currently on the stage.
The bright side of the fourth stage was that the subs were separated
from their Doms and were gathered on one side of the dome while the
Doms were on the other side. Kira explained that it was to make sure
that the Doms didn't tell what punishment they had planned for their
sub. The contest required a genuine punishment; not a faked one.
The stage was positioned in the middle of the dome so both Doms and
subs around it could watch the current contestant on stage. The turns
had been randomly generated by computer and Kira would call the next
contestant as soon as the current one finished so no one could tell
when their turn would be. The punishment tools were provided so the
contestant only needed to tell Kira which implement they would like to
use. Heero only glanced slightly at the current contestant who used a
whip to punish his female sub. His mind had already worked out the
situation, after cursing the Fate that is. Their plan might not be
applicable for this situation, but now was still a good time to chance
a chat with one of the sponsors' subs without the Doms listening in.
Heero knew those particular subs were among them. He had caught a
glimpse of each of them before. Heero looked around, trying to locate
one of the subs and met Brat's green eyes. The black haired sub
grinned at him and approached him.
It seemed fate hadn't deserted him completely.
"Hi, " Brat said, still grinning.
"Hi, " Heero replied. He wondered what made the boy so cheerful.
"You don't look any worse for wear."
Heero raised his eyebrows to question Brat's statement.
Brat rolled his eyes. "You are like my Master, no wonder I like you."
Heero's eyebrows rose higher.
Brat answered his silent question by chuckling.
Now Heero was glaring, irritated at not knowing what had set Brat off.
The brat, Heero decided the sub had really earned his nickname,
chuckled even louder when he noticed Heero's glare.
Heero considered leaving the brat but it was a too good a chance to
gather information to waste; so he waited until Brat was quiet and
stated, "I'm nothing like your Master."
"Right," Brat snorted, "You both don't like to talk if it's not
necessary, preferring to use as little gestures as possible, if not
any to show what you are thinking."
That, Heero couldn't dispute. He did think it was a waste of time
talking if he could convey what he was thinking by lifting his
eyebrows or glaring with his eyes. Not comfortable with Brat's
astuteness of his character, Heero decided to turn the conversation to
"What do you mean by I don't look any worse for wear?" Heero asked.
"And they both change the topic when they feel I'm too close to the
truth, " Brat muttered.
Heero pretended not to hear the mutters and stared stubbornly at the
black haired sub.
Brat rolled his eyes again before he relented and followed the topic
change. "You got punished, didn't you?"
"What makes you think so?" Heero voiced his question, not wanting to
be likened to Serpent.
It was a useless effort since Brat gave him a knowing look. His green
eyes twinkled with laughter. "I saw how your Dom looked at you
yesterday after you used your claws. It's the same look my Master
gives me when he plans to punish me."
Heero didn't see any good coming from denying the fact so he stayed
"So he really punished you? " Brat continued. "I'm sorry that you
have to endure more punishment today."
Heero squirmed as his body remembered yesterday's punishment. "I'm
okay, " he tried to reassure his fellow slave then changed the topic
so he didn't have to remember what he had gone through the day before.
"Was your Master okay with you licking my cheek yesterday?"
Brat's grin was enough to rival Heero's Master's grin when he'd just
gotten his Heero fix. "I should do that more often."
Heero stared questioningly at the black haired sub.
Still grinning, Brat answered him, "He jumped me as soon we arrived at
the house and rode me like a horny steed; many times."
Heero didn't need telepathy to recognize jealousy in Serpent. His own
possessive Master had given him a similar experience. And judging from
that experience, he'd better stay away from Brat if he didn't want
Serpent's jealousy to come on him. Unfortunately, that wasn't an
option he could entertain right now, not when he had a mission to do.
Conversation. Heero reminded himself that he needed to keep the
conversation going if he wanted to dig some information from Brat.
"You're walking just fine for someone who's been ridden many times."
Brat snorted. "This is nothing. I only feel a little sore."
Despite not wanting to be likened to Serpent, Heero couldn't help but
raise his eyebrows. In his experience, being ridden by a possessive
Master would make any man, perfect soldier or not, walk slightly out
of normal stance.
Brat noticed his expression and grinned. "Did I tell you that my
Master is a great doctor and is good at mixing medicine, especially
medicine for soreness in 'particular' muscles?"
Heero believed he felt his first touch of envy. If only he had access
to that kind of medicine after his Master was finished with him... "Do
you sell it?"
"I don't think your Master would approve of you buying it, " Brat
pointed out. "He seems to be the type who likes watching you walk with
"And yours doesn't?"
"Most of the time he does, but this time he doesn't want anyone to
know that he is jealous of you," said Brat with a grin.
Heero grumbled but then got a sudden thought. "It's not a drug, it
Brat rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone think I'm given drugs just
because my Master is a doctor?"
"Because it works similar to a drug?" Heero answered the question with
Brat scowled and Heero thought he had stepped over the line but the
green eyed slave then sighed. "And my history as a drug addict doesn't
help my case."
The revelation made Heero study Brat carefully. "I find that hard to
believe looking at you now, healthy and not one sign of an addict."
"Thanks to my Master," Brat smiled fondly. His eyes focused across the
stage and Heero was sure the raven haired slave was looking at
"You care for him very much, don't you?"
Brat grinned and focused his attention back to Heero, "Care? I love
him. I love him with all my heart and soul."
"Love?" Heero felt something he couldn't define with Brat's
"He is the only one who cared about me after my parents died in the
first war. He took me into his custody when other people washed their
hands of me. He stood by me when I fought my addiction. I wouldn't
want to live without him. He is my everything."
Heero saw that Brat's green eyes shone, not just with mere fondness
when he talked about his Master, but with love. Serpent seemed to be a
good Master to have Brat this devoted to him. Heero was having hard
time imagining the frowning and bitter looking Serpent as the caring
person Brat told him he was though.
The more he talked to Brat, the more Heero hoped that Serpent wasn't
the Snake they were looking for. He liked the slave and didn't want to
see him devastated. Now that he had gotten Brat talking about the
past, Heero pushed to get more information with which to put Serpent
out of their list of suspects.
"Does your Master know about your feelings?"
"How can he not know? I tell him everyday."
Despite his resolution to ferret out the wanted information from Brat
as fast as possible, Heero found himself curious about this particular
information. "What is your Master's reaction to that?"
"At first, he kissed me or fucked me rigorously, depending on his
mood," Brat rolled his eyes, "It took him half a year to say he loves
Brat's expression had softened by the end of his sentence. No doubt
the black haired slave was remembering the fond memory. Envy was not
sufficient to describe what Heero was feeling. Brat's words though had
given Heero the opening he'd been waiting for.
"Half a year? It seems your Master and you have been exclusive for
quite a long time," Heero commented curiously. "
"Let's just say I was still underage when Master made me his slave,"
Brat smiled mysteriously at him.
"I was a handful, " Brat said meaningfully.
Heero remembered Brat had mentioned being a drug addict. Still, he
pointed the fact out. "You aren't an addict anymore though."
"That realization sent me to panicking and trying to run away before
he threw me out himself."
Heero looked at Brat. "I took it your escape failed?"
Brat smiled wryly. "He caught me within an hour and I spent the night
on his lap, being spanked while he kept roaring that he didn't need
another slave now that he had, " Brat made a quote gesture, "an
exasperating obnoxious brainless brat."
"And that's the end?" Heero said when nothing more came from the black
"Yup, that's his way of telling me that he will not leave me, ever, "
Heero didn't understand how Brat could accept being called brainless
but he felt there was an inside joke somewhere in there. He knew
though that from Serpent's reaction that the Dom's words were genuine.
His reaction was similar to Duo's when Heero was hurt after
confronting Ross. Duo was angry because he was worried about Heero and
so it had been with Serpent.
Feeling he had gotten enough from Brat, Heero let his brain process
the information. Brat didn't look a day over nineteen and if he was
still underage when Serpent took him in exclusively.... Heero did the
math and figured out Serpent and Brat had been Master and slave for at
least a year. He felt relieved at the result. The information that
Preventer had extracted from traitor Ross told him that Ross had been
in Snake's possession for half a year, max. Since Serpent had only
had Brat as his slave for no less than a year, he couldn't be the
Snake they were looking for.
At least Serpent was 99% not the Snake. Heero reserved the one percent
just in case Brat was lying, though he doubted it. Brat didn't seem a
bad person to him and after going through two wars with scars inside
and out, Heero's instinct was usually adept in telling who was lying
and who wasn't.
"You have a good Master," Heero said honestly.
"The best, " Brat beamed.
"For you maybe, " Heero said diplomatically then ruined it by adding,
"I wouldn't want him as mine."
"You're not the first one who's told me that, " Brat snorted and then
looked behind Heero, "Hey look, it's the sub that disturbed our game
Heero turned his head and saw Dai on the stage with his Master, B.B.
The Japanese sub was removing his one and only cloth while B.B was
asking Kira for his chosen tools. When Dai's back was turned towards
him, Heero could see a series of fresh welts on Dai's ass. No doubt it
was delivered as a punishment for disturbing their ball game
"Ouch, " Brat spoke as he arrived next to Heero, "He wouldn't be able
to sit down for at least a week. I hope his Dom won't punish him too
hard this time."
As much as he liked watching Dai get punished, Heero couldn't help but
agree with Brat's sentiment. None of them liked to receive another
punishment just when the previous punishment was still freshly felt by
them. Heero was glad that his Master had chosen to punish him using
pleasure last night instead of pain.
The word was said calmly by feminine voice. Heero and Brat turned
their heads to see Kira's slave stop near them. She was wearing black
leather shorts that hugged her curves and a silver cloth wrapped
around her breasts.
"Hi Storm!" Brat greeted the female slave with a smile, "What's up?"
"I thought you wouldn't be able to sit comfortably in the near
future," Storm answered calmly.
Face showing confusion, Brat asked, "Why?"
"Serpent has been glaring at you for quite a long time, " Storm
flicked her gray eyes to Heero, "You two seem to have been having a
fun time together."
"He's jealous again, isn't he?" Brat glanced at where Serpent was
standing and winced. "I'd better go to him before he decides to do
"My condolences to your ass." Storm said without changing her
Amused, and knowing from his own experiences of what jealous Masters
usually did to their slaves, Heero imitated Storm's stance and gave
Brat his condolences as well.
Brat left with a glare directed at both Heero and Storm.
Heero watched Brat approach Serpent only to be grabbed and pulled
toward the nearest exit. There was no doubt in Heero's mind what
Serpent would do to the black haired slave.
"You're good to him."
Heero blinked and turned his head to look up at Storm. The female
slave was slightly taller than him, much to his consternation. Now
that Brat was gone, Heero didn't hesitate to raise his eyebrows
questioningly as his response to Storm's statement.
Storm's lips quirked up slightly as she elaborated. "It's not often I
see him in such a happy mood. He likes talking to you."
Heero was surprised that someone liked talking to him, he who was
basically completely antisocial. He told Storm, "I think it's because
I'm like his Master, or so he said."
Storm raised one eyebrow. "He said the same to me."
It figured that Brat liked interacting with someone who resembled his
Master. Heero shared an ironic look with Storm before he realized that
he was being offered a golden opportunity to ferret out information
about Kira from his own slave. He wondered whether he had to thank
Fate or not as he threw the first question he could think of to Storm.
"So you don't like talking much either?"
Storm nodded. After a few seconds of silence between them filled only
by Dai's cries as B.B. punished him, Storm smiled wryly and spoke up,
"I think we would have to talk if Brat wasn't here to do it."
Having arrived at the same conclusion during the few seconds of
silence, Heero nodded in agreement and then remembered he would have
to talk if he wanted the conversation to continue.
"Have you known Brat long?" Heero asked.
"Not really, " Storm answered vaguely then suddenly tensed.
Heero almost missed the grimace that appeared on her face for a second
before it became neutral again.
"I'm sorry." Storm seemed to grit her teeth. "My Master is calling
Heero had been watching the stage whilst he talked to Storm and he
hadn't seen Kira make a gesture toward Storm. He wondered how Kira
could call Storm without him hearing. However, upon watching Storm
heading toward Kira with an unusual gait, Heero decided he didn't want
to know how. Knowing how perverted and sadistic the Doms could be, it
would be something embarrassing like what Duo had done to him using an
egg vibrator and a remote control.
"Well, isn't this the wild kitten?"
Heero tensed as he identified the speaker.
The one who had hurt his Master.
Heero turned toward the redheaded sub and looked sharply at him.
"I heard the kitten had claws. Your Master must have gotten a lot of
scratches whilst making you tame." Wind looked so amused that Heero
was tempted to use his claws again. However, his punishment from
yesterday was still fresh in his mind so Heero reined his temper and
schooled his face into indifference.
"Only Masters who used violence will get such scratches," Heero said
dismissively and watched as Wind's face passed through various
expressions, from anger and surprise, to settle into an ugly smile.
"So he told you about his experience being my slave huh? I'm surprised
you still want to submit to that weak boy. He's submitted himself to
others. He is not a true Master."
"I can say the same to you then. You're just one weak sub." Heero
threw the words and left a red faced Wind. He had to leave him or he
would do something rash, like wrapping his hands around Wind's neck.
This was the first time Heero had come close to breaking his vow not
to kill anymore.
Heero spent the rest of the time until his turn on the stage evading
the redheaded sub. He knew he shouldn't have avoided the very target
that could possibly give him progress in the mission. But he knew
better than Wind and he would never have a civil word to say as long
as Wind kept disrespecting Duo. How dare Wind call his Master a weak
boy. Heero fumed and searched the Dom area. He only needed a second to
find his Master and drank in the sight of him.
Anyone who called Duo weak was either blind or stupid. Duo was strong
and radiated confidence. His stance said so. Arms crossed over his
chest, body leaning slightly on one of the pillars, one foot crossed
over the other, Duo was a picture of a confident young man and in
full control of himself. Violet eyes settled on Heero and a genuine
smile graced Duo's face.
Heero knew he would do anything to keep that smile etched forever on
his Master's face. A smile that not many people had the privilege to
see. A smile which was really a smile, not a fake one that was used as
a mask for outsiders. Heero loved seeing that smile there. He would do
anything to see that smile appear on his Master's face often.
Anything. For Duo was his everything.
Heero felt his breath catch as realization struck him like lightning.
Brat's earlier words echoed in his ears.
'I love him. I wouldn't want to live without him. He is my
Duo was everything to Heero. Living without Duo was not living at all.
Heero took a breath and smiled shakily back at his Master.
He was in love.
Unfortunately, Heero's revelation had to be cut short. Not a few
seconds after he came to realize he had fallen in love with his
Master, Kira called out the number Duo had drawn.
It was their turn.
As he climbed to the stage, Heero tried to assimilate his sudden
change of perspective. Somehow, realizing his love had made Heero see
everything in slightly different light. Duo, his Master, seemed
brighter and more breathtaking to him.
Heero's awe was short lived though. It was replaced with trepidation
when Heero noticed his Master's nice smile had changed into wicked
one. It was the one his Master wore when he was about to do something
sadistic to Heero.
"So GoD, what instrument do you require to punish your naughty
Kitten?" Kira asked the long haired Master.
"I would like a chair to sit on," Duo answered.
"Nah, my hand is sufficient to punish my little Kitten, " Duo grinned
and Kira answered with similar grin. Heero just fidgeted anxiously
near his Master.
It only took a minute or two for the chair to be brought up. Kira gave
Duo a wireless microphone to be clipped onto his shirt and then left
the stage. Duo sat down on the backless chair and gestured his slave
on to his lap.
Heero reluctantly settled over his Master's lap on his customary
position, head and feet dangled on either side of his Master. His
vulnerable bottom was turned up for everyone to see and for his Master
to do as he pleased. Heero squirmed slightly as his half-hard arousal
was trapped between his Master's legs. His cat tail was limp between
his legs though, expressing Heero's lack of enthusiasm for the event.
Without warning, Duo delivered a loud smack on his slave's wriggling
bottom. Heero let out a squeak and stopped his squirming at once. The
loud smack also drew the audience's attention and the noise around the
"My fellow Doms, " Duo greeted the audience, "My Kitten here has done
nothing to deserve punishment." Heero blinked, feeling a flicker of
hope that his Master would try to avoid the punishment. Duo, however,
contradicted his own words by delivering another loud smack on his
slave's upturned bottom. "But of course, we don't need a reason to
punish our slaves, do we?"
The Doms expressed their agreement to Duo's words while the same words
dashed Heero's hope. He felt his shorts pulled down to his ankles
leaving his bottom bare for everyone to see. His shorts were the
special ones which had a hole for his tail to pass through so that
when Duo pulled down his shorts, his tail was still intact, snuggled
between his two round ass cheeks.
"This is one lovely ass, " Duo murmured and caressed his slave's bare
Despite his predicament, Heero couldn't help but like the gentle
caress. He relaxed slightly and relished the feel of his Master's hand
on his bottom. That was why he was unprepared when Duo all of sudden
pinched his bottom. Heero jerked up and let out a gasp. His tail
became straight with the sudden tightness of Heero's inner muscles.
"As much as I like your white ass, " Duo paused to grin down at his
slave, "I like it better when it's red and dancing to the tune of my
hand." He pinched his slave's ass again.
Heero started then threw a glare at his Master which earned him
chuckles from the other Doms.
"You can see he is still a bit rebellious, " Duo addressed the
audience as he soothed the pinched flesh with his hand, "but it will
be corrected soon."
Hearing his Master's words made Heero tense. He expected a loud smack
to land on his bottom anytime now. However, what he got was a gentle
tap on his bare bottom. It made him confused and looked at his Master
over his shoulder. It wasn't surprising to see his Master so focused
on his bottom. What surprised Heero was the look of delight that
danced in his Master's violet eyes as he patted Heero's bottom
repeatedly. It entranced Heero.
As his brain registered the stinging on his ass, Heero gasped loudly.
He was so focused on his Master's face that he'd dropped his guard.
Duo delivered a volley of hard blows that made his slave squirm and
wriggle, futilely trying to escape them.
The blows stopped as suddenly as they'd started. Heero whimpered,
feeling his ass throbbing slightly. He tensed when he felt his
Master's hand on his bottom but then moaned when it started caressing
his throbbing bottom gently. He couldn't help but relax into his
Master's lap and enjoy the caress.
Of course his reprieve didn't last long.
For the second time, Heero gasped loudly as his Master turned the
gentle pat into another volley of stinging blows on his poor bottom.
He wiggled and moaned pleadingly for his Master to stop. His Master
only tightened his hold on Heero's waist and kept spanking him. When
his Master finally stopped the blows, Heero didn't need to see to know
that his ass had turned pink if not red.
He hissed slightly when his Master stroked his spanked flesh
soothingly. He didn't tense up or tried to escape the touch though. It
was too much of a cool balm to his hot bottom to refuse. Heero even
let out a moan and unconsciously wagged his tail approvingly.
"See his tail swinging? It means my little slut loved his punishment,"
his Master announced loudly
Heero flushed red as the Doms chuckled at his expense. But before he
managed to send a glare to his sadistic Master, another series of
blows landed on his bottom. Heero yelped as the slaps felt worse on
his now very sore bottom.
His Master kept alternating between hard blows and gentle caress. It
made Heero feel in heaven and hell alternately as well. It wasn't
until Heero broke down and cried that his Master truly stopped.
"I think I'm done here, " Duo announced. He stripped his slave of the
shorts completely and urged Heero to sit on his lap.
The short haired slave hissed between his hiccups as his very sore
bottom met the leather surface of his Master's pants. Thankfully the
contact didn't last long. His Master stood up. Instinctively trying to
find his balance, Heero slung his arms around his Master's neck and
wrapped his legs around his Master's waist. He didn't hear murmurs of
approval that came from audience.
Duo bowed to the audience, or tried to since he had his slave clinging
to him. He smiled affectionately at his slave and turned to the
audience, showing his slave's red ass to them. "I think I will need to
give him a milk treat to soothe my spoiled Kitten."
That caused most of the Doms to roar in amusement. Heero decided to
just bury his head into his Master's shoulder and ignore the rest of
Duo nodded as he took his leave and went down the stairs connecting
the stage to the ground.
"Nice work, GoD, " Kira greeted them half way down, "I need the
microphone back, please."
Duo detached the wireless microphone and gave it to Kira, "Did you
enjoy my show?"
Kira grinned widely. "Immensely. You made him torn between wanting
your touch and avoiding it at the same time. Most of the Doms like the
way your slave still clings to you even after you punished him hard
and without him deserving it either."
Duo smiled at the compliment and patted his hiccuping slave's back
tenderly. "Can I request something from off the stage?" he asked Kira.
"Depends on your request. What is it?"
"I would like warm milk and a baby bottle sent to my cottage."
"And what you mean by a baby bottle is?"
"The one with the nipple on its end."
Kira grinned. "I think that can be arranged."
"Thank you," Duo grinned back and then returned to his seat.
Unlike the subs, the Doms were given comfortable seats while they
watched the competition. Duo brought his slave back to his seat and
put Heero down on the pillow in the front of his seat. The pillow was
intended for the subs, given to the contestants who had had their turn
on the stage. Since the subs were already punished, it wasn't
necessary to separate them from their Masters. Heero settled down on
the pillow reluctantly. He didn't want to lose his Master's comforting
touch. He also didn't want to rest his very sore bottom on any
surface, no matter how soft it was.
The short haired slave hissed and squirmed as his hot bottom touched
the cool pillow. His cat tail didn't help the matter at this time
either. It rubbed the inside of his sore bottom, adding more pain for
him. His Master's hand caressed his hair and guided his head to rest
on the Dom's lap. Heero followed the guide readily. He shifted to rest
on his side so his poor bottom didn't suffer much and focused on the
pleasure of his Master petting his hair thorough the rest of contest.