Part 45 - Milk for Kitten
Wufei watched his Japanese comrade and wondered whether Yuy was aware
that his ass was bare for all to see. Wufei could see how other Doms
glanced at the bare flesh with either delight or lust. He supposed Yuy
wasn't aware of the attention he garnered since the Japanese slave
seemed content to be held by his Master.
Wufei had been wondering how a strong soldier like Yuy could submit to
someone like Maxwell. Despite having known Maxwell as a Dom, Wufei
hadn't seen him really behaving like one. During their first meeting,
Maxwell had only done some talking with other Doms. At the Preventer
briefing session though, he'd been impressed with Maxwell and Yuy's
performance; Wufei had reasoned that it was because they'd had time to
plan the performance.
His interaction with Maxwell during the contest had been limited so
far. The first stage had been held separately. The second stage had
him and the other subs blindfolded so that they couldn't know how the
Doms performed. The third stage had them acting like pets in which
Maxwell had appeared more like a jolly pet owner rather than a Dom.
Until today, Wufei had still held little belief that Maxwell could
really be a real Dom. He was more inclined to believe that it was all
a pretense, that it was merely an arrangement set up between Yuy and
Maxwell. That doubt, however, was completely gone now.
This stage had allowed the Doms to punish their subs without having to
have a reason. Though the subs knew that the Doms had punished them
because the contest required it, not all the subs could accept the
treatment. Some of them flinched when their Doms touched them after
the punishment. Some of the others just stood with a noticeable
distance between them and their Doms. So far, only a few had stayed
close or clung to their Doms like Yuy had done.
Wufei realized then that this current stage didn't judge merely the
Doms' skill in giving punishment, but it also tested the trust and
devotion the Doms had gained from their subs. The Doms whose subs had
flinched from their touch were the Doms who had performed brutal
punishments, obviously making their subs afraid of them. Wufei assumed
that the Doms, whose subs didn't stay close to them, ought to have
done something unlike what the subs had been expecting and resented
the Doms for it.
The way Yuy clung to Maxwell showed that he didn't hold anything
against his Master for the punishment he had gotten. He didn't flinch
when his Master touched him, on contrary, he seemed to enjoy the
caress his Master gave to him. The way he completely trusted his
Master and showed only submission, not fear, to his Master was an
obvious sign that Maxwell had been one good Dom. It was impossible to
reason that Yuy's reaction could have been planned before. The theme
of the contest had been announced just this morning, leaving no time
for Yuy and Maxwell to plan a show.
Wufei could longer deny that Maxwell, the irritating buffoon, was a
Dom for real.
"Next, LadyS/M!" Kira called out, breaking Wufei's thoughts about his
friends. For a split second, Wufei hoped and prayed for something to
happen; earthquake, fire, a black hole near the colony, anything that
could cancel the contest. However, the ground was solid, the dome was
steady, and the subs near him were looking at him expectantly. It was
obvious that some of them knew he belonged to LadyS/M. With a heavy
heart, Wufei headed to the stage like someone headed to his execution.
Wufei was so not looking forward to this stage. His ass was still
throbbing from his last punishment. And to get another punishment when
he hadn't done anything to deserve it was a total injustice!! When
this was all over, the Doms, especially Dorothy, would get what she
just deserved!...... Or maybe not, Wufei reconsidered as his Mistress
looked at him sharply. It was really ridiculous that he should be this
anxious with a woman. But it was a fact. He couldn't deny it anymore
than he could deny he wasn't Dorothy's slave. The mission required him
to obey Dorothy. His honor made him serve Dorothy, because he had
signed a contract to do so. Wufei was essentially trapped by his own
dedication and honor. There was a little part of his brain that
whispered to him that he didn't protest too much of his enslavement,
but Wufei shoved it aside because it was too ridiculous for a man like
The sound of something cutting through the air made Wufei glance at
his Mistress. Upon seeing the implement she was holding, Wufei
couldn't help but feeling the impending doom. This was complete
Heero hissed as his Master put the shorts back on him.
"Hold on, Kitten. As much as I like watching your red bottom
squirming, I prefer to do it privately." Duo fastened the shorts on
Heero was relieved and dismayed at the same time. Dismayed because his
poor bottom had to suffer more, but relieved because at least now the
other Doms stopped glancing at his behind. He had been mortified at
first when he realized he had settled on his Master's lap naked from
the waist down. Whilst he knew a sub rarely got any privacy, the
reality that he was bare for everyone to see was a bit too much for
him. He had felt his face going warm and had a feeling that it was as
red as a tomato. His guess was confirmed by his Master's chuckles and
the fingertip caress on his blushing cheek.
"Looks like Dorothy has the same plan as mine," Duo said after he'd
finished putting on his slave's shorts.
Heero glanced at the stage and promptly forgot about his blushing
state. There, on the stage, Dorothy was wielding a cat-o'-nine tails
skillfully. She alternated between pain and pleasure, caressing and
whipping poor Wufei with the cat-o'-nine tails. It was similar to what
Duo had done to Heero.
The difference was though, that while Duo had focused his attention on
Heero's ass only, Dorothy ran the whip all over Wufei's body; front
and back. Poor Wufei, he was clearly embarrassed. Though Heero
sympathized with his Chinese friend, there was not a chance that Heero
would help him on this one. He just hoped that Dorothy would be kind
to Wufei afterwards.
Through the remainder of the contest, Heero perched on his Master's
lap. He didn't get a chance to talk with any of the other subs and
after the contest was over, his Master quickly carried him back to the
cottage. Heero clung to his Master and prayed that Duo wouldn't be too
horny. He knew his Master well enough though to predict that his ass
wouldn't have any respite soon.
His prediction came true once they entered the cottage. His Master lay
him on the bed, face down, which Heero was very grateful for. He heard
his Master divesting himself of his clothes and then felt a hand
tugging his shorts. He wiggled his hips to help the hand and hissed as
the shorts scraped over his throbbing bottom. Once the shorts left his
legs, his Master's naked body draped over his. Heero moaned as his hot
bottom met his Master's cool body. Light kisses flew over his
shoulders and back. Hands ran along his body, soothing and caressing.
"You're adorable, Kitten," Duo murmured near his slave's ear, "Do you
know how many times I had to stop myself from using you during the
contest? Having you squirming on my lap every ten seconds wasn't
helping." Duo kissed the back of his slave's neck hard and long,
leaving a red mark. At the same time, his hand went downwards and
pulled his slave's tail slowly from inside Heero's passage. Once it
was removed, Duo lifted his slave's hip slightly, spread the slender
thigh, and pushed inside.
Heero buried his head into the pillow, muffling his moan as his Master
rode him slowly. It wasn't often his Master used him like this. So
slowly that Heero could feel every inch of his Master sliding in and
out. His ass, however, didn't appreciate the slow thrusting since it
prolonged the contact between his sore ass and his Master's front. Of
course, there was nothing he could do to stop his Master. Not that he
really wanted to.
Sore ass or not, Heero liked having his Master inside him. Liked the
feeling of him sliding within him and somehow, now that he realized
his feelings, his senses were more focused on his Master's movement.
Every grunt and moan his Master made, his ears could hear. Every
breath his Master exhaled, his skin could feel. He could also smell
the scent of his Master, a mix of his shampoo, aftershave, and his
natural body odor.
Heero was so immersed in all these sensations that when his Master
tugged on his nipple rings, it came almost like a shock to him. He
jerked up and felt himself tighten around his Master. The reaction
from his Master came swiftly and in the a form of loud growl, followed
by a fierce thrust that changed the way his Master rode him.
The slow unhurried slides changed into a fast and hard thrust. Hands
left Heero's nipple rings and grabbed his hips, pulling him to meet
his Master's rough thrusts. Heero couldn't help but gasp as the
thrusts hit his prostate repeatedly. His cock was already hard, aching
for release. His Master, however, didn't say anything about him being
allowed to come. Heero hoped he would be allowed to come later, but
for now, all he could do was hold on. He grabbed the bed sheet
tightly and burrowed his face deeper into the pillow.
Duo thrust into his slave faster. His hands tightened on his slave's
hips and his teeth left red marks on his slave's shoulders. It was a
few minutes later when he thrust hard and came. His seed filled his
slave as he rocked slowly within the Japanese slave, as if reluctant
to leave him completely. When he was completely finished, Duo
collapsed onto his slave. He lay there for a few moments, scattering
kisses on whatever part of his slave he could reach.
Though Heero liked feeling his Master's weight on him, his current
position made his hard cock press uncomfortably between the mattress
and his body while his sore bottom was in a similar situation, pressed
down upon by his Master's weight. Heero whined and shifted his hips
slightly to indicate his discomfort. He heard his Master chuckle then
felt him withdraw. Heero was immediately torn between the relief of
having his Master's weight gone from his sore bottom and the
reluctance of losing his Master's warmth.
"Sit up, Kitten, facing me," came order from his Master.
Heero sat up slowly, not wanting friction on his cock and bottom any
more than necessary. He hissed when he rested his ass on his folded
legs. This was one of the many positions Duo had taught him. Legs
folded and spread open, the position left his cock open for all to
His Master, meanwhile, had propped his head with one hand and looked
at him lazily. "Do you want to come?" asked his Master.
Heero nodded hesitantly. It wasn't usual for his Master to ask about
his need. Usually Duo either ordered Heero to come or ignored Heero's
hard state completely. Irony struck Heero as he realized that he had
been so used to Duo's domination that he wasn't comfortable when Duo
asked about his needs.
"I want a nice performance from you, Kitten," his Master's voice broke
The Japanese slave looked at his Master questioningly, not
comprehending the order.
His Master smiled wickedly and elaborated with relish.
"Masturbate for me, Kitten."'
Heero flushed in comprehension, garnering a fond chuckle from his
Master. Though this wasn't the first time he'd masturbated in front of
his Master, it was so rare that he still felt nervous doing it. His
Master was more often inclined to fuck him until he came than watch
him masturbate. He gingerly grabbed his cock and hissed at the
friction it gained. Having been in a rock hard state for quite some
time, his cock was very sensitive. Heero knew he wouldn't need more
than a couple of strokes to bring himself over the edge. However, his
Master wanted a performance so he would have to hold on a little bit
Heero cupped his balls and gave them a hard tug. The action brought
him a little pain which was enough to subdue his aroused state. He
winced at his own treatment but was aware that it was only a temporary
respite. Better get on with the show, Heero told himself. He looked at
his Master and was caught with the possessive gaze from those violet
eyes. Not breaking his gaze with his Master, Heero started to move his
hand up and down his hard arousal. His other hand went upward and
played with a nipple ring. He pressed his thumb on the head of his
cock and shuddered with the pleasure it elicited. The tugs he gave on
his nipple rings sent pleasure straight to his cock. In the matter of
a few seconds, Heero was back where he'd started, on the brink of
His Master's violet eyes blazed whenever Heero moaned in pleasure.
Those smoldering looks from his Master only gave more pleasure to
Heero. This would be the quickest masturbation in history, Heero
thought just before he felt his Master's hand over his, together
stroking his cock. The surprise and pleasure did it for Heero. He came
violently over his own hand and his Master's. The sharp pleasure
blinded him, bringing him somewhere between heaven and earth.
It was sometime before Heero floated down to earth. He felt his Master
petting his hair and realized he had gone from sitting to lying on the
bed somewhere during his orgasm.
"I'm sorry I can't last long, Master, " Heero murmured. His voice was
a bit hoarse, with all the shouting he'd done during his punishment.
"I know you can't last long."
His Master was smiling at him which made Heero feel relieved. He was
then ordered to clean up both of them. He left the bed, a bit
reluctant at the loss of his Master's gently petting, and went into
the bathroom to fetch the wash cloth. He returned to the bedroom and
cleaned his Master first before cleaning himself. When he returned to
the bedroom for the second time, after depositing the wash cloth in
the bathroom, his Master was nowhere to be found.
Bewildered, Heero called out, "Master?"
"In here, Kitten, " Duo answered.
Heero went to the living room where his Master's voice had come from.
He stopped short when he saw what his Master was doing. The long
haired Dom was shaking a bottle of milk, with a nipple on top of it.
"Just finished making your reward, " Duo grinned and held up the
bottle to his slave, "A warm milk treat just for my little baby."
Heero remembered vaguely that his Master had requested the bottle and
the milk from Kira. At that time though he'd been too occupied with
his throbbing bottom to care about the bottle. Now he found it was
humiliating. He preferred being regarded as a pet rather than a baby.
He said so as he reluctantly took the offered bottle. "I prefer
drinking it from my plate, Master."
"Ah, but then I wouldn't be able to take a nap with my slave enjoying
his reward in my arms," Duo said and went back to the bedroom.
Heero followed his Master without protest. He decided it was better to
drink his reward from a baby bottle than drink it alone without his
Master. He settled next to his Master on the bed and was soon gathered
into his Master's embrace.
"Enjoy your reward, Kitten," Duo murmured and kissed his slave's cheek
Heero put the nipple into his mouth tentatively. At first he didn't
know what to do to get the milk out of it. He didn't remember whether
he'd ever had milk given to him in a bottle like this when he was a
baby. As a child, as far as he remembered, he had been with Odin. The
soldier treated him like an adult, so no milk in a baby bottle for
him. Following his basic instincts, Heero tried to suck it and was
rewarded with a flow of milk into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the
more milk he got. It was warm and tasted just like the milk his Master
usually gave him at home.
Heero closed his eyes in pleasure and enjoyed his Master's warmth and
embrace, feeling completely at home. He felt his Master slip something
familiar between his ass cheeks. It prodded his opening and slipped
inside. Heero moaned as the butt plug settled inside him, enjoying the
sensation of being filled.
"This is so my baby doesn't ruin the bed, " Duo said with a chuckle
and kissed his slave's forehead.
The kiss spread warmth all over him. Heero was too comfortable to
protest that he wasn't a baby. He just burrowed deeper into his
Master's chest and sucked his reward happily.
The reason for his Master to take nap became clear when in the
evening, Heero found himself following his Master into Haakon and
Grant's cottage. It appeared that the Doms had conferred when they and
their subs were still separated in the contest this morning and had
agreed to meet. Heero didn't know how the Doms organized the meeting
but he trusted his Master and Dorothy to do it without raising
They gathered around the dining table, similar to the one in Duo's and
Heero's cottage and talked about the morning's punishment first. From
the conversation, Heero knew that Wufei had been punished with a
cat-o'-nine tails while Grant had gotten paddled by Haakon. The result
was that all three of them couldn't sit comfortably; if at all. Heero
opted to lay his head on his Master's lap and curled on his side,
therefore sparing his still throbbing bottom from his weight. Grant
was sitting down on a thick pillow but only lasted a few minutes
before he followed Heero's example. Wufei was still able to sit,
though he was squirming now and then since his punishment had been
applied all over his body instead of focused in one area only.
When they deemed it was safe to talk, they all exchanged the
information they had gathered today. Heero told them what he knew
about Serpent and Brat. While that reduced the likelihood of Serpent
being their target, they were still reluctant to cross him out
completely. Grant managed to talk to Storm at the beginning of the
contest but didn't manage to get any valuable information.
"She is so reticent, " Grant said exasperatedly, " The longest
sentence I could get out of her was 'That man was a sadistic bastard'.
That was when I asked what she thought about her Master."
Remembering his conclusion of how Kira called Storm without visible
sign, Heero was inclined to agree with her. He glanced up at his
Master, the other sadistic, but not so bastard. He loved his Master
after all. However, when Duo raised his eyebrows in question to his
stare, Heero decided he was safer with his Master not knowing his
The meeting was over by midnight with them being no closer to their
target than before. They all agreed it was too risky to meet tomorrow
night so they would try to exchange information during the contest. On
their way home, Dorothy and Duo were walking side by side while Heero
and Wufei followed behind them.
"I saw you filling in the requirement form," said Dorothy, "Didn't
bring your own material for this one?"
"I never thought they would do this one, " Duo shrugged, "But I'm sure
they will give me what I require in the best quality. How about you?"
Dorothy smiled wickedly, "I filled in the form as well."
The Doms were talking about the next contest, which Heero knew nothing
"Do you know what the theme for tomorrow is?" Heero asked in low voice
to Wufei, who was walking beside him.
Wufei shook his head negatively and flushed red. He mumbled about
being distracted after the punishment so he didn't notice the theme
Heero had been distracted himself, what with him ensconced on his
Master's lap and all. He wanted to ask his Master about the next
contest but he knew better than to interrupt the discussion between
"So, what do you have in mind for him?" Duo asked Dorothy.
The Dominatrix smiled wickedly, "I'll give you a hint. His origin."
While both slaves were equally confused with the hint, Duo seemed to
know what Dorothy was talking about.
"Looks like we have a similar idea, " Duo said and gave Dorothy a
smile similar to hers, "And I think our slaves have been dying to know
what we are talking about."
Dorothy laughed out loud. "I noticed, " she said, then glanced to her
slave, "Do you want to know about tomorrow's theme, Drake?"
"Of course," Wufei grunted and at Dorothy's narrowing eyes, hurriedly
"You still have long way to go with him, " Duo noted with amusement.
Dorothy waved her hand dismissively. "I know that, it's part of the
challenge I enjoy."
"You surely will have a great challenge to get him dressed for
tomorrow, " Duo said with a chuckle.
Dorothy snorted, "Not really, if he had time to think it over." She
then turned to her slave and smiled gleefully.
Heero didn't like the smile, especially when he noticed his Master
also had a similar smile on his face. He glanced at Wufei. His
apprehensive look told Heero that Wufei also didn't like the smile.
"Well, for your information, tomorrow's theme is...." Dorothy glanced
at her fellow Dom, giving him the chance to finish the sentence.
Duo grinned and cheerfully said one word that made the slaves look
like as if they had swallowed the most vile drink.