Kyou's Biggest Fan

Kyou awoke with a groan, his head groggy, like it was filled with fog.  It didn't take him long to realize that he was gagged, blindfolded, and restrained, so often had he awoken in such conditions before; the difference this time was that he hadn't remember going to sleep bound, and certainly not with the help of drugs, the only explanation for how his head felt.

For a wonder, as he squirmed and tested his bindings, he discovered he was still clothed, at least, wearing the same tank top, mini skirt, thigh-highs, and high-heeled sandals that he'd worn when he'd gone out shopping, perhaps earlier that day, or had it been longer?  He even felt the familiar weight of the slim sky-blue leather collar he'd wore, so that hadn't been removed either.  As his head cleared and his heart rate picked up, Kyou took stock of his position.  He was sitting upright, on a rather plush reclining chair, what he thought might have been a really executive office chair or something like it, and his arms were actually tied down rather comfortably to the armrests, looped over several times with soft nylon rope at his wrists and elbows.  He felt similar rope wound quite snugly around his waist and the back of the chair, and his legs were pressed together and raised atop the footrest of the chair, with ropes wound around his ankles, knees, and thighs, while his feet dangled over the edge of whatever they were secured to.  The blindfold seemed to be a simple cloth wrapped around his eyes, while the gag was your run of the mill ball gag, and from the feel of it, he'd been drooling onto his chest while he'd been asleep.
  
Kyou took a long, slow breath through his nose, trying not to panic.  This was not one of Gloria's games to be sure, and though Grace might pull something like this, he had a feeling deep down that she wouldn't, especially if it meant pissing off Gloria in ways Kyou could only imagine.  The other kerryns wouldn't do anything like this either, so that meant it had to be someone outside the Dungeon.  Instead of struggling against the ropes, which he knew from a quick test with his fingers that he couldn't free himself from, Kyou listened around him and sniffed the air.  With his better-than-human senses, he easily picked up the scent of a human male around him, one that had been there fairly recently, and who had been quite aroused.  Gulping, Kyou focused on the sounds around him, which were surprisingly unremarkable.  He heard air moving through a duct somewhere to his left, which was probably why the room was rather cool, and the faint echoing sound of a larger space somewhere behind him, like a big tunnel or parking garage, something like that, muffled, though, perhaps behind a door.
  
Biting down around the gag, Kyou thought back to what he last remembered before he had awoken.  He'd gone out from the Dungeon as he often did, picking up a few items from the nearby store.  It was such a liberating experience to be able to go out and shop like that, and Gloria not only allowed him to do it, but encouraged it!  He'd taken the same route he'd traveled to the store so many times before, just a handful of blocks away from the Dungeon itself.  It was the middle of the day, so the streets were crowded, and to avoid the large crowd at the intersection, he'd taken off down an alley he'd taken before...and then there was that van parked there, and when he'd walked by it, someone had opened the door and pulled him in, sticking something in his arm.  He'd cried out and started to struggle, but whatever it was that he had injected Kyou with worked fast, putting him out in a minute or so.
  
He'd been kidnapped, but by who?  Was it one of Gloria's rivals, perhaps, or one of the hunters she'd mentioned before, using him as bait?  They'd known his route, and had counted on him going down that alleyway; had they been watching?  Oh gods, what did they have in mind for him?
  
Feeling a sudden panic flare up within him, Kyou actually screamed into the gag and pulled at the ropes, hoping against hope that the armrests would dislodge or that one of the knots he couldn't reach would work loose.  He worked his legs back and forth as much as he could, but only wound up working up a sweat and rubbing his skin raw.
  
As he calmed down and started breathing slower again, he heard quick footsteps echoing somewhere behind him, getting closer.  Kyou froze, though his heart still raced and his breathing came in short gasps.  He heard locks being undone, then a heavy door swinging open, the footsteps entering the room, the door closing a moment later.  He smelled the male scent, the same one he'd smelled before, and perhaps just as excited, if not more so than what he'd smelled before.  With the door closed, Kyou heard him stop, breathing heavily, perhaps trying to calm himself.
  
A few tense moments passed, both of them unmoving but for their heated breathing, and finally Kyou's captor stepped up behind him.  Kyou jumped, squealing when a pair of strong, rather calloused hands touched his shoulders, sliding over them lightly, moving upward.  Kyou let out a nervous whine as the fingers touched lightly along his neck, then brushed through his hair.  They stopped at the blindfold for a moment, but then, almost nervously, they brushed the fur along his ears, making them twitch reflexively.
  
“I uh...didn't know they were real...your ears and tail, I mean,” he said, his voice a bit high and obviously, strangely, nervous.  “You're more beautiful up close, Midnight Rose.”
  
Kyou gulped again.  That was his stage name.  He and Gloria had come up with it when they'd started developing his stage show, which had him dressed as a traditional Japanese geisha, performing a variety of dances, both entertaining and erotic, ending with an intensely arousing strip tease that had him showing off nearly everything, except what he actually was.  He quickly departed the stage after the first round of applause and cheers, mainly serving to pump up the crowd for the rest of the dancers that night.  He'd developed quite a fan base since he'd started, and it was generally accepted that he was actually a woman.  The other dancers and entertainers of the Dungeon never denied it, of course, but they never confirmed it, either; it was all based on what the people observed on stage.  He'd lost count of how many love letters he'd received from men, and until now, hadn't thought it a bad thing.  His fur was standing on end, his tail twitching back and forth off the edge of the seat.
  
“You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you,” he said, a bit gentler, his breathing somewhat more controlled.  Kyou felt his captor's fingers at the back of his head, fiddling with the knot on the blindfold, and a moment later his vision was restored.
  
Kyou blinked in the bright light coming from above, and when his eyes had adjusted, he gasped.  His vision was filled with images of himself as the Midnight Rose:  glamor photos from some of the same magazines Gloria and Grace had been featured in, several copies of the souvenir autographed photos they sold in the gift shop at the Dungeon, even pictures that looked like they had been snapped from his various stage shows from different angles around the stage.  Worse, there were pictures of him as he walked down the street, and judging by the different clothes he wore in the images, this man had been watching him for a few weeks now.  Kyou was too stunned to react.  He had a stalker!  He actually had someone obsessed with him!
  
And now his stalker had him all to himself!
  
“I've watched every one of your performances since your debut, Rose,” the man said, resting his hands upon Kyou's shoulders again, leaning close to breathe in the smell of Kyou's shampoo and perfume.  Kyou whimpered, cringing away from the man as his lips neared Kyou's cheek.  “There there, Rose, you don't have to worry.  You're in a safer place now, a place you won't have to worry about anything at all.  I'll take care of everything, love, you don't have to be afraid anymore; nobody's going to hurt you here.”
  
Kyou felt his captor's breath on his cheek, but then he pulled away and stepped in front of Kyou at the  foot of the chair, finally giving Kyou a look at him as he paused to stare over Kyou's body.  He was surprisingly rather average, with brown hair and eyes, a plain looking face, but was pretty muscular, and was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.  He gave Kyou the impression that he was used to working outdoors, maybe something in his very masculine scent, or just the overall appearance he presented.  He finally crouched down at Kyou's feet, his big hands reverently grasping them, rubbing them lightly through Kyou's heels.
  
“Oh, Rose, I've waited and waited for this for so long!” he breathed, looking up to Kyou, a look of loving delight on his face.  His hands drifted upward, rubbing lightly over Kyou's calves.  “I've seen what some of those monsters try to do to you at the club, how they shout obscene things at you and try to buy your attention for a night.”
  
That was the idea, at least as far as Kyou and Gloria were concerned; something so very desirable that nobody could possess.  He specifically declined all offers to do private dances or other forms of entertainment, except when it came to the special customers, the ones that spent days and weeks at a time in the dungeons below the actual nightclub.  Kyou had learned that the common customers in the club were there for cheap thrills, not the kind of things offered below, and if he could get them excited and up the income a bit, then he was doing his part.  He was still in shock that someone was actually confessing this sort of thing to him.
  
He actually moved his head closer to Kyou's feet, inhaling deeply, then kissed Kyou's toes, right through the open-toed shoes.  “We'll have so much fun together now, Rose.  I've seen how you've looked at me before, how much you needed me.  I'm sorry it took so long for me to save you from all that, but I had to make sure I had everything ready for you.  I've got a room all set for you, Rose, and it's got everything you'll need to live happily forever, away from all those hungry stares and drooling apes.”
  
Kyou swallowed, staring at his captor uncertainly. What to do?  He was crazy, that went without saying, but if Kyou wanted to get out of this alive and unharmed, he'd have to play along.  Kyou closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  Maybe this guy wasn't as bad as some of his old mistress' acquaintances, maybe he was just delusional with the heroic knight thing.  But from the way he was acting and looking at Kyou, he certainly had the look of a man in love with a woman.  Opening his eyes, Kyou worked his jaw around the ball gag while giving her captor a pleading look while mumbling incoherently.
  
“Oh, you want me to take that out?”  Kyou nodded quickly.  “Well, that won't hurt anything, Rose; it's really far away from anyone down here, and sound doesn't carry too far beyond this room anyway.”  His captor stood and went to Kyou's side, undoing the strap and pulling the ball free.
  
As he lifted the gag away, Kyou noticed it was a deep blue color, rather fitting given his hair color.  He sighed, working his jaw about.  “Thank you, mister...” he said, his voice low, a bit frightened.
  
“Just call me Jerry, Rose,” he said, crouching beside Kyou, his finger touching Kyou's hand, circling he top of the hand slowly.  “You okay now?”
  
“Y-yeah, mostly, I guess.  I just, I'm a little shocked I guess, Jerry.  I wasn't expecting this,” Kyou said, blushing as he slowly squirmed in the seat.  “You did all this to save me, right?”
  
Jerry nodded quickly.  “Oh yeah, Rose, that's right.  I've thought about you so much since that first night!  You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.  I can't stand all these modern, big-breasted women; there's something refreshing about a girl with a natural, small chest.  Bet you don't hear that often, do you?  But that's only just part of your beauty, Rose.  Everything about you...damn, I can't just pick one thing!”
  
Kyou blushed more deeply.  Maybe it was worse than he thought as Jerry gushed over 'her' good looks.    “Well, Jerry, yeah, that's not something I get a lot...C-could you maybe loosen the ropes a little bit?  They're uh, chaffing a bit,” Kyou said, smiling innocently.  It was true, he could feel the chaffing against his delicate skin, especially from when he had struggled before.
  
“Yeah, yeah, we'll get to that in a while.  You'd like something a little more strict, I know.”  His smile broadened.  “I read your article in that magazine last month, where you talked about how kinky you liked everything.  I've got all kinds of stuff ready for you, Rose.  You'll be in heaven with me!”
  
Crap!  He'd told Gloria saying that kind of stuff in the interview was going too far; just thinking about some of the other things that they had come up with for the ‘Midnight Rose’ to say made him even more nervous.  He looked down, taking a quick breath, before he managed to smile demurely back at Jerry.  “Oh, yes, that's right, Jerry.  You do know so much about me, don’t you?”
  
Jerry nodded quickly.  “I sure do.  I remember everything I’ve read about you, Rose.  That’s how I knew about your fantasy, to have a nice guy sweep you away from the troubles of the world and tame those wild, kinky passions inside you.”
  
Kyou looked away from him, but hopefully he would see it more as showing embarrassment than revulsion.  He’d never said anything about a guy taking him like that…he and Gloria had specifically kept everything gender-neutral.  And besides, that was just the fantasy for that character, not himself!  Okay, so, if he had to play the role for a bit, until he could find a way out, or someone from the Dungeon found him, maybe that would be for the best… He looked back over to Jerry, who was still kneeling beside him, and gave him what he hoped was an appreciative smile.  “Thank you so much, Jerry…I really don’t know what to say.  I really wasn’t expecting someone as brave as you to come along so soon.  It’s…it’s really like a dream coming true!”  Oh, gods, had he really just said that?  Had it sounded sincere at all?  Had he even managed a straight face at all?
  
Jerry stood, his face brightening, his chest very nearly puffing up with pride at Kyou’s praise.  His hand went to Kyou’s, and clasped it strongly.  “Oh, Rose, my love, I could do nothing less!  And I promise to do so much more for you, to you!  You’ll never have to go back to that life again.”
  
This guy was crazy…didn’t he know what a fantasy was, and that they typically weren’t supposed to come true?  Oh well…  Kyou started a low, content purr, wiggling his bound feet as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.  “Then I guess we shouldn’t wait to start the fun we’re going to have together?  I’m starting to get really excited; I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in mind for me.  Um…Jerry…since we’re going to be together like this…should I…would you like me to…call you master?  You are going to tame me and make me completely yours, right?”
  
Jerry considered it for a moment, a subtle change coming over his face, his prideful smile turning into something a bit more superior, somehow…darker.  “Y-yes, of course, Rose, that’s a very good idea.  Yes, call me ‘master’ from now on.”
  
Kyou lowered his gaze, and not only because it was appropriate of one submitting himself, but because he needed to quickly hide the worry that slipped onto his face.  Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested that… Still, he couldn’t exactly take it back now, could he?  “Thank you, Master Jerry.  How might this slave serve you, master?”
  
Jerry actually chuckled, leaning down, his hand moving to Kyou’s cheek, where he cupped it and began stroking it with his thumb, his eyes looking deeply into Kyou’s.  There was instability there, and no doubt a growing desire to dominate and indulge in something sadistic.  “You can’t fool me that easily, Rose.  I know you’re still wild; you’re trying to play with me.  But don’t worry, I won’t punish you too hard the first time.”
  
Kyou’s barely had to act at all to feign the worry look that spread over his face as he pulled again at the ropes.  “Oh, no, master, please don’t punish your loyal slave!” Kyou begged, whimpering lightly, and not just for show.
  
“But that’s what a slave like you wants, isn’t it, Rose?  To be punished, beaten, whipped…you said so yourself.  Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of that and more,” Jerry said, his voice taking on a sinister edge as he continued to rub Kyou’s cheek with his thumb.  “Of course, slave, I may be convinced to lessen your punishment…if you can please me to my satisfaction.”
  
“Oh boy, here we go…” Kyou thought, wiggling in the chair a bit more, fluttering his eyes innocently. “How may this slave please you, master?” he asked, his voice low and submissive, and also wanting, the way he’d been trained for so long as a pleasure slave.
  
“I’ve got some ideas where you can start,” Jerry replied, releasing Kyou’s face.  His smile seemed to get a lot slimier, but Kyou had expected that.  Also not entirely unexpected, Jerry adjusted his position beside Kyou slightly, and guided Kyou’s hand to the crotch of his jeans.
  
Kyou could already feel a growing erection there, and, though the ropes held his wrist to the arm of the chair, obediently began working his fingers over it, and felt it getting bigger under his touch.  “Yes, master, this slave will please you for sure,” he said, completely confident in his abilities; he’d done it countless times before, though this was the first time he could recall doing it on a man who didn’t know that Kyou himself was actually man as well.
  
Jerry sucked in his breath, groaning.  “Oh yeah, baby, that’s right…fuck, I can’t believe how hard I’m getting.  Take it out already!"
  
“Yes, master,” Kyou replied softly, working his fingers around his crotch a bit longer before tugging his zipper down and reaching inside.  His tight underwear parted easily after a bit of manipulation, and his hard cock sprang upward as Kyou pulled it through the opening, making Jerry breath louder and faster.  Without even being told, Kyou let his fingers slip down the throbbing shaft, rubbing lightly over and cupping Jerry’s balls.  “My new master is so big!”
  
“Damn right I am, slave, now less talk, more hand job,” Jerry commanded, his eyes alight with newfound intensity.
  
“Yes, master,” Kyou replied quickly, bringing his hand back up the shaft.  Jerry was moving himself along well enough to help Kyou out, even without being prompted, so that gave Kyou just enough play in his bindings to work his hand up and down, slowly to start.  His fingers squeezed the shaft gently as he moved it upward toward the head, squeezing a bit more firmly around its base, his thumb pressing down and sliding about, not unlike using a joystick.  Jerry groaned again, setting his feet wider and pressing his legs against the chair to steady himself as Kyou started moving his hand more quickly up and down.  It wasn’t long before Jerry’s pre-cum had moistened his shaft and Kyou’s hand, which served to make Kyou’s job easier.
  
Suddenly, as Kyou felt Jerry’s climax building, his captor snarled, pulling himself away from Kyou, shaking his head and breathing deeply.  “No, no, no, not that way, not this time, not just yet.  Damn, Rose, you’re good, but I know how I want this to go right now…”  Jerry, his erect cock swinging in front of him, disappeared from view for a moment.  Kyou turned his head, and just barely saw him as he dug through some nearby drawers, finally returning with a shoestring, going down to Kyou’s feet.
  
Even before he started removing Kyou’s heels, Kyou knew what Jerry wanted, and really couldn’t fault him for it; Kyou’s feet were quite lovely, like the rest of him, and he prided himself on keeping them that way.  Jerry removed Kyou’s shoes, leaving his stocking-clad feet hanging over the edge.  He paused, kneeling down to breathe in the scent of Kyou’s feet before looping the shoestring around Kyou’s big toes, pulling them tightly together.  He wound the string around them, tying it off with a firm tug.
  
“You know what to do, right?” Jerry said, looking up toward Kyou, who nodded and wiggled his bound toes.  Jerry smirked and stood, his hands rubbing over the tops of Kyou’s feet before his stiff shaft pressed between Kyou’s soles.  Kyou could still feel Jerry’s pre-cum through the stockings, and once Jerry had pressed his length all the way though, so that Kyou’s feet actually rested against him, Kyou began working his feet back and forth, up and down the base of the shaft, squeezing and relaxing.  Jerry groaned loudly, and started thrusting his hips back and forth slowly so that Kyou could work the rest of his shaft.
  
Kyou squeezed most firmly when the head of Jerry’s cock was against the tops of his feet, rolling his erection up and down as much as his bound toes would allow.  “Oh, fuck!” Jerry said, grunting as he began thrusting more forcefully between Kyou’s feet.  Jerry grasped Kyou’s feet to either side and shoved himself even more forcefully between them, working his hips back and forth at a faster, stronger pace.  Kyou saw him start to sweat more profusely, and smelled his sex scent strongly.  Even though he was the victim here, Kyou felt himself getting aroused, and silently thanked Gloria for buying him those tight little panties that helped keep his own erection contained, though if he wasn’t careful to control himself, it wouldn’t matter; you could only hide so much in a miniskirt.
  
Thankfully it didn’t take Jerry very long to blow his load.  With a loud grunt, Jerry came, his load covering the tops of Kyou’s feet and ankles, the scent mingling with the musk already filling Kyou’s nose, threatening to arouse him even more.  He continued thrusting himself slowly several times, working out the remainder of his cum, making sure he rubbed the head on the very bottom of Kyou’s soles before he stepped back, breathing hard.  “Holy fuck, Rose, that was…damn, I don’t know, that was fucking great!  You’re some kind of sex goddess or something, aren’t you?”
  
Kyou blushed, lowering his head just slightly; yeah, he was some kind of sex goddess alright…  “Thank you for saying so, master.  This slave is-”
  
Before Kyou could say more, Jerry had his head between his hands, and was kissing him forcefully upon his lips.  Kyou gasped, jerking at the ropes, but quickly submitted to Jerry’s insistent tongue, letting it into his mouth, where his own tongue entwined with Jerry’s.  Damn it, he’d been around Gloria too long!  He was getting turned on!  One of Jerry’s hands moved downward and pressed against Kyou’s neck, then over his chest before slipping inside Kyou’s shirt.  His captor’s fingers squeezed Kyou’s pectoral area, and apparently didn’t notice anything amiss, and soon brushed against Kyou’s hard nipples.  With Jerry’s tongue filling his mouth, Kyou’s surprised yelp when Jerry pinched his nipple came out muffled.
  
After what seemed forever, Jerry pulled his tongue from Kyou’s mouth, their lips finally separating, though his hand continued squeezing and rolling Kyou’s nipple.  Jerry’s grin was pure sadistic glee now.  “You did great, Rose, but you made me come too damn fast.  So I’m going to have to punish you.”
  
Kyou whimpered, tugging at the ropes, and gave his best innocent look to Jerry.  “Please, master, this slave begs for mercy,” Kyou pleaded.  “This slave didn’t know master’s limits yet, but can do better if given a chance!”
  
“Don’t worry, Rose, you’ll have plenty of chances while we’re together.  But a good slave does what her master says, doesn’t she?” Jerry asked, his finger coming up to stroke along Kyou’s chin.
  
Kyou nodded slowly.  “Yes, master.”
  
“Good, that’s the right answer.  Now, I think you should beg to be whipped, don’t you?”
  
He wasn’t wasting any time stepping into the big boy’s shoes, was he?  Maybe things were starting to get out of hand.  Kyou gulped, but nodded.  “Yes, master.  Please, master, will you punish slave Rose?  Whip her until she can’t take any more, master!  Please, whip this slave until you are satisfied she has been punished enough!”
  
Jerry laughed, taking hold of Kyou’s jaw, forcing him to look up.  “Why Rose, how could I say no to that?  I have something I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”  Jerry patted Kyou’s cheek affectionately, then guided his mouth open and pushed the ball gag back in, securing the buckle behind Kyou’s head.  He then took a moment to strip down, his cock still showing his excitement by standing at attention, before untying Kyou from the chair.
  
He allowed Kyou to stand on his own, but once upright, Jerry brought Kyou’s arms behind his back, bending them painfully, making Kyou squeal into the gag.  With Jerry’s powerful hands holding his arms crossed and together behind his back, Kyou had little choice but to move in the direction Jerry pushed him, through a door that had been hidden by Jerry’s Midnight Rose wallpaper job.  On the other side was a brighter room, and more tastefully done, but altogether more frightening.  It was decorated like the dungeon rooms at the club, with black and red being predominant, and indeed, there were various pieces of dungeon furniture there.
  
“This is going to be your new home, Rose.  I made it just for you, and it’s got all those things you talked about and more,” Jerry said proudly, pausing to give Kyou a chance to look the room over.  Kyou whimpered, struggling with renewed energy, but Jerry wasn’t letting go.  In fact, he pulled Kyou close to him, his large erection pressing against Kyou’s backside almost teasingly.  “I knew you’d like it.  Come on, it’s punishment time!”
  
Fearful, but surprisingly finding himself still aroused, Kyou whimpered into the rubber ball filling his mouth as Jerry guided him toward an open spot in the center of the room, a pair of hooks hanging ominously from the ceiling, each with a few bundles of nylon rope hanging from them, each a different size.  Jerry took down the first and smallest bundle and spun Kyou around, pressing his hands and wrists together.  He unwound the rope and soon had it doubled over, and began looping it around Kyou’s wrists in a shibari-style bind.  Smiling all the while, he lifted Kyou’s hands and snapped one of the hooks over them.
  
Next, he took up another pair of ropes, and soon had Kyou’s ankles bound to a pair of rings set into the floor, leaving his legs spread a couple of feet apart.  Turning a nearby crank, the hook rose, forcing Kyou to stand on his toes within a few moments and leaving him unable to move very much at all.  Jerry was behind him once he had finished, pressing himself against Kyou, one hand wrapped around his chest, the other rubbing downward along Kyou’s side, toward his hips.  “Rose, you’re beautiful, but you look even better when you’re tied up.  I’m going to whip the clothes right off your back.”
  
Kyou whimpered and shook his head as Jerry kissed his neck, nibbling his flesh softly.  The arm around his chest shifted, allowing Jerry to pinch and roll Kyou’s nipple through the thin material of the shirt, while his other hand caressed Kyou’s thigh.  For a moment, Kyou tensed, because Jerry’s hand pressed toward the front side, toward Kyou’s crotch.  But then Jerry changed direction, his hand groping Kyou’s shapely ass through the skirt.  All the while, Kyou felt Jerry’s hard, throbbing prick brushing his back.
  
With a final nipple pinch and a slap to Kyou’s ass, Jerry pulled away.  Kyou sighed with relief that his secret hadn’t been found out just yet, and turned his head to watch as Jerry went to one of the walls where the whips and floggers hung.  He should have been terrified, but for some reason he was still excited, and it took every bit of self-control he could muster to keep his own cock under control.
  
Jerry returned a moment later, a dark leather strap, about two inches wide, in one hand, and a coiled whip in the other.  As Kyou begged for mercy into the gag, his words distorted and mostly incoherent, Jerry’s sadistic smile only grew.  He tossed the whip atop a nearby table and flexed the leather strap between his hands.  Kyou’s eyes widened, and his breathing quickened.  Jerry gave a few test swings, the wide strap whooshing through the air behind Kyou.  Kyou quickly turned his gaze forward and bit into the soft rubber ball, sweat beading on his forehead.  He never cared for the rough stuff, but years of training made it difficult for him not to find enjoyment in the pain he had so often been forced to endure.
  
Without warning, Kyou yelped, the strap crashing into his backside with a loud slap, rocking his body forward.  Jerry laughed as Kyou squirmed, a patch across his left buttock stinging from the blow.  Jerry wasted no time in delivering another hit against the same buttock, just a bit higher.  “Gotta tenderize the meat!” he said, laughing again as a stronger blow his across Kyou’s right thigh, this time making him squeal from the more intense sting that was left in the strap’s wake.  Kyou whimpered, biting into the rubber ball as more blows landed, powerful hits that forced Kyou forward, only to have gravity and the ropes pull him back for the next strike.
  
By the time Jerry tossed the strap, Kyou was panting, his backside red and throbbing everywhere, his teeth set firmly into the ball gag.  He even had his eyes squeezed shut with tears streaming down his cheeks.  It hurt, each buttock and thigh were no doubt covered in welts, but still, Kyou’s training had kicked in, and all that pain was quickly turning into arousal.  He could feel his cock growing between his legs, pressing against the soft material of his panties, demanding release and further attention.
  
But Jerry was groping Kyou’s ass, making him squirm and whine, much to his delight, as his rock-hard cock, which he pressed between the crack of Kyou’s ass several times, attested to.  After a good feel, his hands came around Kyou and pinched his likewise hard nipples through his shirt and twisted hard, again making Kyou cry out.  “You just keep getting more radiant, Rose.  I’m gonna take your clothes off now, love.”
  
Kyou moaned softly, watching from the corner of his eyes as Jerry picked up the whip, the man’s body covered in sweat, but his stamina was fueled by his need to abuse Kyou, and that gave him plenty of reserve strength to call upon.  Kyou took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he heard the whip uncoil and play across the floor behind him.  All he had for a warning was the briefest of whooshes as the whip sliced the air, and in the next instant his back exploded, a line of white-hot pain across his lower back, just above the skirt.  Kyou flinched, groaning as he bit into the ball gag.  Damn, that hurt!
  
“Huh, a little lower than I was wanting,” Jerry muttered, and in the next instant, Kyou felt the whip bite into his back, this time a diagonal cut lit up his left shoulder blade, this time making him let out a short cry.  “That’s better, just a hair off from the strap; I think I can get it next time.  Feel free to scream as much as you want, my dear Rose,” Jerry said, cupping a handful of Kyou’s ass for a moment before he stepped back again.
  
Kyou did scream when the next bite of the whip met his flesh, the strap on the tank top easily sliced through.  Emboldened by his success, Jerry cracked the whip again, right down Kyou’s spine, leaving a cut in the back of his tank top.
  
Kyou screamed with each successive blow and cried fresh, hot tears as the pain mounted.  He knew from experience that his back wasn’t bleeding, well, maybe not much, and that Jerry’s strikes wouldn’t cause any permanent damage, and he also knew that he was more than a little excited, his cock throbbing in his panties.  His tank top was in tatters in the floor, and Jerry was teasing him with the coiled whip by rubbing it against his still pained behind, but all Kyou could think of was trying to reign in his erection.  He could have sex for hours, endure torture like this for longer, but to actually hold himself back, to try and keep himself from giving into the pleasure…that was real torture.
  
Jerry struck out with the whip again, this time landing it across Kyou’s right thigh, the levels of pain compounding immensely, his skirt now with a fresh tear.  Kyou yelped and groaned, biting the ball gag for all it was worth, but Jerry was relentless, landing another searing strike across his right buttock, then another across the left, and just kept going, perhaps a dozen more times.
  
When Jerry finally stopped, breathing hard himself, Kyou hung limply from the ropes around his wrists, breathing in short gasps, his body covered in sweat.  His backside was on fire, to put it mildly, and each time be breathed it only flared p worse.  And yet, with his skirt and panties hanging in tatters on the backside, held up by only the barest of threads about his hips, he was feeling horny as hell.  When Jerry wrapped his arms around him, and began roughly kissing his neck and pinching his nipples, Kyou moaned with delight.
  
“Oh, fuck, Rose, I’m so fuckin’ hard now!” Jerry said, his hard cock pressing against Kyou’s tortured backside again.  His hands left Kyou’s chest, his fingers gliding agonizingly slowly over Kyou’s lashed hips, then his ass.  “I want your ass, Rose; I want to cram you full!  You want me inside you, don’t you?” he asked, and Kyou nodded eagerly, more than eager for some enjoyment.  Jerry laughed, and slapped Kyou’s ass, producing a squeal.  “I knew you couldn’t resist.  But we can’t go in without some proper prep, can we?”
  
Jerry knelt down and quickly untied Kyou’s ankle ropes from the floor rings, leaning up behind him and after some minor struggle, managed to free Kyou’s bound hands from the hook.  With another forceful kiss, this time on Kyou’s cheek, he pushed Kyou toward a nearby horizontal bar with a light foam padding wrapped around it, and promptly had him bent over it, then just as quickly unbuckled the ball gag and plucked it from Kyou’s mouth.  His erect cock was pressing against Kyou’s lips before he knew it, and without prompting, Kyou opened his mouth wide and allowed Jerry to thrust himself inside.
  
Jerry eagerly worked his hips back and forth, and Kyou just as eagerly ran his tongue up and down the shaft as it powered in and out of his mouth.  Kyou even raised his tied hands and worked his fingers along Jerry’s shaft, squeezing and stroking him, making him grunt and pant even more excitedly, and seemingly grow even harder.  He soon moved to squeezing and massaging Jerry’s balls as his thrusts became more forceful, and Kyou continued working his tongue along the shaft, but focused mainly on the head, flicking it in a way he knew men loved.
  
“Damn it, Rose, not yet!” Jerry cried suddenly, snatching Kyou’s hair, jerking Kyou’s head back as he pulled out, a line of saliva momentarily hanging from Kyou’s lips to the slick head of Jerry’s cock.  Jerry let go of Kyou’s hair and moved around behind him.  As he did, Kyou raised his rear, wagging it back and forth enticingly, his tail raised out of the way, and his thighs pressed together.  This not only gave Jerry the best angle to get what he wanted, but it kept Kyou’s own hard cock out of sight.
  
As Jerry ripped away what was left of Kyou’s skirt and panties, Kyou moaned excitedly.  “Oh yes, master, please, please give it to me!” he cried.  Kyou felt the head of Jerry’s penis pressing against his anus a moment later, and had his hands been free, he would have spread his cheeks wider to help Jerry in.  No point in denying himself now; he was too worked up and horny to care by now.
  
Jerry pushed himself inside Kyou’s anal opening slowly, and with Kyou’s experience, he relaxed himself so that Jerry could squeeze himself inside a moment later, and had his hands been free, he would have spread his cheeks wider to help Jerry in.  No point in denying himself now; he was too worked up and horny to care by now.
  
Jerry pushed himself inside Kyou’s anal opening slowly, and with Kyou’s experience, he relaxed himself so that Jerry could squeeze himself inside with little difficulty; he was far from the largest man Kyou had entertained in his time.  “Rose…oh god damn!” Jerry groaned, pressing himself inside slowly until he was all the way in, his balls pressed against Kyou’s ass, and all the while, Kyou moaned with excitement as he was filled up.  “You’re so tight!  Fuck me, that’s too good!  No woman should have an ass this fucking great!” he said, slapping Kyou’s left buttock soundly.
  
It was then that Jerry began moving himself in and out, working his cock with more confidence after each full thrust.  He started slow, obviously struggling to prevent himself from coming too soon.  Kyou did what he could to prolong the experience, not working his ass as he normally would, allowing Jerry full control of him.
  
As Jerry became more forceful, his thrusts rocking Kyou against the bar, he wrapped a hand into Kyou’s Hair and pulled him upright, turning his head so that their lips could touch once again while his other hand moved down to tweak Kyou’s nipple, giving it a few quick rubs, then a solid pinch.  Kyou screamed with carnal joy, finally deciding to squeeze himself around Jerry’s cock, and Jerry let out a loud, intense moan as he neared a climax.  “Oh, master, yes, I can feel you, you’re so close!  Please master, more, more!”
  
“I’ll give you more, slave girl!” Jerry panted, pounding at Kyou’s ass harder, actually lifting him off the floor.  Kyou’s cock stood at full attention by now, yet Jerry still hadn’t noticed, and in an effort to get some attention, Kyou’s bound hands drifted downward, intent on stroking himself.  “You want some attention up there, don’t you, Rose?  What the fuck, huh?  I’ll be nice this once,” Jerry breathed, his arms slipping below Kyou’s arms, his hand sliding down over Kyou’s stomach, going for his crotch.
  
For a moment, Kyou forgot what was happening, lost in the haze of pleasure that had consumed him, the only important thing being the orgasm he so desperately needed.  He squirmed and squeezed himself around Jerry’s cock, and the man very nearly roared as he shot his load into Kyou’s ass, at just about the time his hand reached Kyou’s own erection.  Jerry continued thrusting, slowing as he did, but his hand firmly rubbed around Kyou’s cock, even reaching down and cupping his balls, giving them a firm squeeze.  He repeated the motion several times, and Kyou could just barely see a look of confusion on the man’s face as he slowed and stopped, though with Kyou’s extremely aroused state, the light touches upon his cock were enough to send him over the edge, and he screamed as he too came, shooting his load to the floor in front of them.
  
It was then that Jerry finally pulled out, and Kyou fell to the floor on his ass.  He turned quickly, and watch as Jerry staggered back, a look of undeniable horror on his face.  Kyou gulped as he panted for air, raising his hands to wipe some strands of hair from his face.  “Um…master Jerry?” he asked meekly.
  
Jerry continued walking backward, his erection fading quickly.  “Y-y-y-you…R-R-Rose…c-c-c-cock and b-b-balls…” he stammered, shaking his head.  “OH MY FUCKING GOD!  YOU’RE A MAN?!”
  
Kyou nodded slowly, blushing.  “Y-yes, I am,” he said simply, rising to his knees, making no effort to hide himself now.
  
The scream that Jerry let out was very high-pitched, almost feminine as he hit the wall and slid downward, shaking his head and muttering madly.  “ohmygodohmygodIfuckedaman! ohmygodohmygodIfuckedaman! ohmygodohmygodIfuckedaman!” he said, over and over again, curling into a fetal position and rocking, his eyes squeezed shut, shaking his head ‘no’ as if it were all a bad dream.
  
Sighing, Kyou got to his feet and worked the knots in the ropes loose with his teeth and looked around the room, wondering if he could find a phone somewhere nearby to call Gloria.

* * *
  
“So what happened to Jerry, Gloria?” Kyou asked, safely back in his room at the Succubus’ Dungeon, laying on his stomach after Gloria had rubbed some of the healing creams onto his whip lashes.  He’d found Jerry’s cell phone and made a call, but Gloria and the others were already looking for him, and managed to find the place soon after.  That had been a few days ago, now.
  
“I didn’t press charges against the brute,” Gloria said, massaging Kyou’s shoulders lightly as she sat next to him.  “Apparently, all the police could get out of him was that you were a man and he had a good time with you, sweetheart.”  She chuckled in that cruel, sadistic way she did sometimes, when she was having really naughty thoughts.  “I thought about sending him to some people I know, to get him more in touch with his feminine side, but instead I actually recommended a good hospital for him.  He’s right crazy, you know, gone completely mad apparently.  He just couldn’t accept the fact that you’re such a sexy guy, I guess.”
  
“I sort of feel bad for him,” Kyou said, sighing.  “I led him on, and even got off at his expense.  It was a terrible thing for me to do.”
  
“Don’t beat yourself up too much, my sweet little kitty boy,” Gloria said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.  “There’s no way to know what a crazy stalker like him would have done to you if he’d managed to keep you there all along, or had found out what you were sooner.  You should be thankful he’s going away for a long time to a nice padded room; it’s better than what Melody and Galatea had in mind for him.”
  
Kyou actually shuddered, only imagining a fraction of the kinds of tortures those two would have put him through.  “I guess so.  That feels really good…I wish you could stay longer.”
  
“Me too, but you know how business is; I hate these kinds of meetings,” Gloria said with no small amount of distaste.  Her hands lifted from Kyou’s shoulders and gingerly patted his ass.  “Still, at least I’ve got something to look forward too when I get back.  You’ve healed up quite nicely, sweetheart.  And I’ve got you all to myself tonight,” she purred, slipping off the bed and moving in front of him, giving him a deep, forceful kiss, her tongue meeting his halfway, entwining, wrestling, only a preview of what she had in store for him later.  After a good long kiss that had Kyou hard as a rock, Gloria pulled away, licking her lips before kissing his forehead and taking him into a quick hug, pressing his face into her huge breasts.  “Oh, sweetheart, this day just can’t go quick enough.  I’ll see you in a few hours,” she said, standing.  Her tight red dress swished as she turned, her heels clicking on the tile as she neared the door.
  
“Um, Gloria, can you untie me, please?  I really would like to get up and walk around and see how everyone’s doing,” Kyou asked, looking up to her as she walked away, tugging at the handcuffs and leg irons that held him spreadeagle atop the bed; he’d not been out of his room for two days now, restrained in some form or fashion by Gloria.
  
As Gloria opened his door, she grinned back at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.  “Oh, no, sweetheart, not a chance; I’ve got to make sure you’re all healed up and safe and sound.  You’ve got a whole week’s worth of vacation to take, and I’m going to make sure you’re taking it just how I want you to.”  Gloria blew him a kiss, and with an amused chuckle, she slipped out of his room, closing and locking the door behind her.
  
Kyou sighed, but continued smiling at the door for a few moments before resting his head on the pillow and trying to ignore the erection Gloria had managed to work up with her kiss.
  
She was such a good mistress.