Bondage Escape
Title: Bondage Escape
Length: Oneshot; 2992 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Kink: Bondage, toys, spanking, master/pet
Requested by
sleepy_ef ! :D
Prompt: Jaejoong tries to run away.
A/N: Okay, finally a fic that has plot in it! :D The plot isnt very wonderful or anything, but at least there is plot. I didnt feel like writing mindless smut today, ohwell. :D Hope you like it,
sleepy_ef ! <3 And I hope your request for a super uke!Jae is fulfilled in this way. :D Thankyou for reading, guys, and comments really mean alot to me. :D
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Jaejoong hesitated as he stood before the heavy steel gate. He knew every moment of delay would highly decrease his chances of being able to escape successfully, yet he couldn’t help it. Gazing over his shoulder, Jaejoong took in his last sight of the magnificent manor, his home for close to three years. It was difficult leaving this place, but he knew he had to. For his own sake.
Fingering the leather collar around his neck, Jaejoong sighed. It had become such a part of his daily life the past three years, that he felt naked without it. Still, he quickly undid the clasp at the back, removing the collar. He reached for the gate, getting ready to push it open. “This is it,” he murmured to himself, “There’s no more turning back.”
However, as he unlocked the steel gate, a loud alarm pierced through the still night, causing him to fumble slightly. Then all of a sudden, numerous headlights shone on him, drenching him in their blinding brightness. Jaejoong lifted an arm to shield his face, heart thumping rapidly. He had been found out.
“Who is this daring person?” A voice mocked, heavy steps coming closer and closer to Jaejoong. The man stopped just in front of him, chuckling deeply. “Ah, so it is The Boss’ pet!” Jaejoong wished a hole would open up in the ground, swallowing him; the scornful laughter of the bodyguards ringing incessantly in his ears.
“Kneel down and put your arms behind your back, pet,” came the command, and Jaejoong knew it would be wiser for him to obey, instead of taking whatever chances he had left and escaping through the ajar gate. He dropped to his knees, arms behind his back, head bowed to the ground. The leader of the bodyguards roped his wrists together, before holding his hand out to a subordinate.
The subordinate bodyguard handed him a syringe, which he proceeded to inject into Jaejoong’s arm. Jaejoong shut his eyes tightly, feeling the world spin as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
****
It was a few hours later that Jaejoong awoke, finding himself in a dark cellar. He blinked, trying to get used to the apparent lack of light. Shifting slightly, Jaejoong realized he was bounded. His wrists were now tied together above his head, slightly higher than his height, forcing him to stand on tiptoe. Jaejoong glanced down; his ankles were bound as well, close to metre from each other. There was a metal bar holding them apart, and he could not help but sigh.
Jaejoong knew very well what awaited him. He had tried to escape. It was the worst crime that a pet - like him - could commit, and he knew the punishment was severe. His Master would most likely interrogate him, find out why he had attempted to leave, and what could he say then? Jaejoong was worried that the truth would cause hurt, disappointment in his Master.
Master had been exceptionally nice to him the past few months, buying him more toys and trinkets, allowing him to stand unless otherwise commanded, and giving him the luxury of wearing clothes. Presently, Jaejoong swept his gaze over himself. The collar was back, and he was fully naked once more. He expected this, though; Master must be infuriated with him.
Some minutes later, Jaejoong heard a door behind him click open, and he shut his eyes again. The door was locked behind whoever had entered, Jaejoong’s head instantly dipping. Somehow or other, he knew that his Master had arrived. Arrived to punish him. And he resigned himself to this fact - he had tried to escape, failed, been caught, so now he was to pay the price of his wrongdoing.
“Ah, Jaejoong, my pet,” Master strode up behind him, fingers gently grasping his butt cheek, kneading the soft flesh. Jaejoong gasped, the feeling of it all was so familiar, so good. “You were so audacious today. Trying to run away?!” At that, Master swatted his ass hard, leading Jaejoong to moan.
Circling him, Master stood in front of Jaejoong, head cocked in an intimidating stance. “Yes, Jaejoong?” he demanded, two fingers under the pet’s chin, lifting his face up, “Haven’t I been a good Master the past months? Why then do you want to run away?”
Jaejoong remained silent as Master continued. “You live well, don’t you?” he let go Jaejoong’s chin, “You’re my favourite of all the pets, Jaejoong! Unless you’re regretting it now; regretting that you agreed to be this gang leader’s pet.”
Shaking his head, Jaejoong dared not answer his Master out loud. “Then tell me, Jaejoong!” Master took a step back, folding his arms over his chest, “Tell me, my pet, why do you want to run away?”
Jaejoong inhaled a deep breath, mind racing. Should he tell Master the truth? Or should he just stay silent and accept his punishment? Biting his lower lip, Jaejoong decided. He would be punished anyway.
“The reason why I want to escape is not important, Master,” he replied softly, eyes trained on the cold floor, “I will take my punishment willingly.” From where he is, Jaejoong could hear his Master grit his teeth in anger.
“I did not instruct you to answer me like that, pet,” Master grinded out, threading his fingers in Jaejoong’s hair and tugging his head up forcefully, “But very well, since you would rather receive your punishment first, I’ll give it to you.” And Jaejoong nodded as much as he could, cock already starting to react to the promise of harsh treatment.
Yunho stepped away from Jaejoong, releasing his hold on the pet’s hair. He sighed inwardly. Why was Jaejoong so stubborn? Couldn’t he see that he loved him? Yet, he strode over to the wall of the cellar, picking a few items from the low table set there. He reached for the small lamp, switching it on and shining it on Jaejoong.
The position that Jaejoong was in left his groin and trunk widely exposed, and Yunho smirked as he swept his gaze over his pet. Sauntering back to the middle of the cellar, Yunho stood chest to back with Jaejoong, reaching in front to show him the items he had picked.
Jaejoong’s breath hitched as he saw what Yunho had in store for him. His Master had chosen a large butt plug, six inches long and unbelievably wide. In his other hand, there was a long scarf. And Jaejoong knew this wasn’t all. Yunho definitely had much, much more. Punishment was never so light in Jung Manor.
“You like this, my pet?” Yunho questioned, tone slightly mocking. Jaejoong nodded, watching with wide eyes as Yunho trailed the tip of the plug over his torso, rounding nipples and dipping into his belly button. Soon, it dropped between Jaejoong’s legs, teasing the sensitive skin of his thighs.
“Master…” Jaejoong let out, momentarily wishing that Yunho would move faster. He could almost feel the plug in him, and he wanted it so bad, wanted to be filled all over again. Yunho grinned, stepping away a little so he could press the toy between Jaejoong’s butt cheeks, pushing firmly.
Jaejoong was fully erect as Yunho seated the butt plug inside of him, and he knew every slight movement would cause the bulbous tip to rub against his prostate, bringing him intense pleasure. Then Yunho gagged him, tying the scarf securely around his head, thick knot in his mouth. “Be quiet, Jaejoong,” his Master ran fingertips down his spine, lightly caressing the small of his back.
Yunho walked to the small table once more, retrieving another item. He returned, this time standing in front of Jaejoong. “My pet, this is how your punishment’s going to go,” he started, keeping the toy out of Jaejoong’s sight, “You’re going to be locked up here till tomorrow morning. Yes, in your current state. Then I’ll return and decide what else I should do to you. Should I flog you, or should I parade you around the estate, humiliating you in front of all the pets that have come to respect you as their senior?”
“Just imagine, all those young ones watching you,” Yunho continued, noting the expressions flashing across Jaejoong’s face, “Watching you crawl by my heel, naked and leashed, more submissive than you’ve ever been.” He chuckled, sighing, “Makes you reminisce those times when you were first caught, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Master,” Jaejoong answered. Yunho nodded in acknowledgment, reaching out to fist Jaejoong’s arousal. “But first, Jaejoong,” he held the item before his pet’s eyes, “We have to make sure you don’t come before I say so.”
With that, Yunho pushed the cock ring onto Jaejoong’s length, sliding his balls into the second attached ring. Jaejoong said nothing, taking his punishment in stride. Yunho smirked as he admired his handiwork, before starting towards the steel door.
“Remember this, Jaejoong,” he unlocked the door, “The punishment I’m giving you isn’t even half of what it should be.” And he reached out, flicking the switch of the plug, before leaving Jaejoong alone in the cellar.
****
Yunho sauntered through the halls of Jung Manor, slightly nodding his head to every person who greeted him as he passed by. He was the head of Jung gang, holding more power than any of his minions could ever comprehend. Arriving at his private quarters, Yunho stepped in, instructing his personal bodyguard to disallow any visits that night.
He shrugged off his coat, striding to his office. There, Yunho switched the television on, pressing a few buttons on the remote. Sinking into his desk chair, he grinned as the feed from the cellar came on the screen, giving him a perfect view of Jaejoong. His pet was slightly restless now, the vibrations shimmying up his spine intense, yet not intense enough to drive him insane.
Yunho had always found much favour with Jaejoong. The pet had been easy to train, since the very beginning, and Yunho lavished care on him. Jaejoong had quickly become his favourite, and held an unofficial position as a high-ranking member. But deep down, Yunho knew why Jaejoong had attempted escape.
Jaejoong had believed, or rather been taught to believe, that a Master and his pet could never be lovers. Master was Master, pet was pet. And when Yunho had relaxed many of the rules a pet should live under, Jaejoong begun to realize that his Master had special feelings for him. It wasn’t right, Jaejoong had reasoned with himself, and to right it, he had to run away. Get away from his current life, so Yunho wouldn’t be disgraced by everyone else.
Yunho knew he had been planning to escape, but had never mentioned anything. He knew exactly when Jaejoong would run, had tracked all of his movements that night. He understood that Jaejoong wanted to escape because he was showering too much love. Still, Yunho could not watch his favourite pet leave him just like that.
This resulted in Yunho alerting the bodyguards, specifically instructing them to only capture Jaejoong when he was just about to exit. And it had worked, his pet had submitted, allowed himself to be taken back to the manor. Yunho now concluded that perhaps, Jaejoong felt the same way, and was escaping to run away from his true feelings.
Spinning his chair around, Yunho slid over to his computer, clicking furiously with his mouse. He entered his password, sending the command towards the cellar. In no time, Jaejoong gasped, moaning, as the vibrations increased in speed. Yunho grinned. His pet obviously didn’t know that even the cellar was wired up, and any activity could be controlled from his computer.
Jaejoong whimpered as the plug vibrated incessantly, rubbing mercilessly against his prostate. He glanced down at his cock; it was hard beyond belief and dripping precome. Squirming, Jaejoong bucked his hips into the air, needing friction, needing to relieve himself.
Yunho went about his normal routine, checking his email, making sure the gang activities were running smoothly. He took a shower, stroking himself to orgasm as he thought of Jaejoong, tied up and teased callously in the dark cellar. After brushing his teeth, Yunho sank into his desk chair again, taking one last look at Jaejoong.
His pet was quieter than before, but still writhing as the vibrations continued to rack through his body. Yunho turned the vibrations up one more level, grinning as Jaejoong screamed, already approaching his limit. Standing up, Yunho strode out of his office, towards his bedroom. “A punishment is a punishment, Jaejoong. Good night.”
****
The next morning, Yunho ate his breakfast leisurely, deliberately dragging Jaejoong’s penalty. He had flipped the vibrations to their highest as soon as he woke up, ensuring that his pet was still awake and aware. Jaejoong was; he had screamed once again as the vibrations hit him, Yunho smiling. His pet’s stamina had not decreased, even with the pampering and luxury.
After breakfast, Yunho strolled towards the cellar, excited. It had been quite some time since he had been so rough and harsh with Jaejoong, and truthfully, he had missed it. Upon arriving, he unlocked the steel door, stepping into the dim-lit cellar. Yunho waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting coming from the lamp, before advancing on Jaejoong.
Jaejoong held his breath as the door was unbolted, knowing that his Master was here to complete the punishment. He hoped he had been good enough, not protesting too much to the increasing vibrations. His ears perked up as Yunho stepped in, leather boots click-clacking on the hard cement floor. Yunho stood in front of him, hands folded across his chest once more.
“So Jaejoong,” his Master began, gaze running over his body. Jaejoong could feel the shivers running up his spine as Yunho’s stare lingered on his erection, which was impossibly hard, red and weeping a river by now. He knew his precome had leaked, dripping onto the ground, and was pretty sure there was already a puddle.
Yunho lifted his gaze to stare right into Jaejoong’s eyes again, continuing, “You’ve been reasonably good. Didn’t come as I punished you last night. Were the vibrations fulfilling?” Jaejoong chewed his inner cheek, before nodding. Truth was, the vibrations did pleasure him immensely, but the simple fact that he wasn’t able to release had dampened his spirits greatly.
“Good,” Yunho strode to the small table, picking up the riding crop he had left there the previous night, “I’m going to whip you, then you’ll follow me around the manor today.” When there was no answer, he rounded Jaejoong, standing behind him.
A whip through the air, before Jaejoong felt the crop land harshly on his back, causing him to yell. Yunho raised the crop again, noting the red line that had appeared on his pet’s back. Lashing Jaejoong again, Yunho reveled in the screams elicited, admiring the marks starting to mar his back.
He continued to whip Jaejoong, each time making sure the crop landed solidly on his pet. Before long, Yunho had flogged Jaejoong at least thirty times, his back a deep red, skin slightly torn from the force of Yunho’s blows. Setting the riding crop back onto the small table, Yunho strode towards Jaejoong, gently tracing the red lines.
Jaejoong hissed as Yunho caressed his injured back, every single touch proving to be extremely painful for him. The plug was still incessantly vibrating in his entrance, and Jaejoong whimpered again as Yunho twisted it. He expected his Master to leave it in, further torturing him, but Yunho only switched it off. Gently, he then pulled it out, pressing a kiss to Jaejoong’s abused pucker.
Yunho then released Jaejoong’s hands and feet, catching his pet as he crumbled, muscles tired from being in one position for close to twelve hours. Sitting on the ground, Yunho cradled Jaejoong in his lap, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t run away from me, alright?” he whispered, taking Jaejoong’s arousal into his hand, fisting.
Jaejoong squirmed, not comprehending why Yunho was so tender all of a sudden. His Master slipped off the cock ring, stroking a few times before Jaejoong stiffened, opaque fluid spilling all over his hand. Yunho fisted Jaejoong through his orgasm, other hand running itself through his pet’s hair.
“Jaejoong, my pet,” Yunho smiled, “I love you, and I know you love me too. It’s difficult, being in love while we’re in this Master and pet relationship, but I still love you.” Jaejoong’s chest heaved, trying to process what Yunho was muttering. His Master continued, “You’ll still be my favourite pet.”
“Now get up, on your hands and knees,” Yunho’s tone was harsh again, as if he had never cuddled Jaejoong and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Jaejoong scrambled to obey, and his heart lifted as Yunho reached for the leash on the table. Perhaps, what he loved most about Yunho was the initial roughness and dominance.
Perhaps, the real reason why he’d wanted to escape was so he’d get caught. And when he was caught, Yunho couldn’t run away from punishing Jaejoong harshly, just the way his pet wanted to be treated.
Jaejoong sighed as Yunho affixed the leash to his collar. He was still gagged, but he didn’t care. Yunho was finally treating him the way he had longed for the past few months. His Master patted his head, explaining, “Now Jaejoong, you will walk at my heel the whole day, and be on your hands and knees unless otherwise stated. All the rules that applied when you were first captured now apply.”
“You need to be trained all over again, pet,” Yunho clucked his tongue, grasping another butt plug. He pushed it swiftly into Jaejoong, before tugging on the leash. “Come on, I have lots of business to do today.”
Jaejoong nodded happily, following Yunho out of the dark cellar. He had gotten what he wanted. In one of the most bizarre methods ever.
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Alright, in case not all of you read my previous fic, I have decided to take a break from writing LC for awhile. I will be updating chapter ten either this week or next, and after that, you can expect about three weeks break before I start writing LC again. It will not be a total hiatus, you will still see my works around. I just wont be writing LC.
And ohyeah, is anyone keen to make me a layout? :D I will give you details if you say you're keen. :D
Length: Oneshot; 2992 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Kink: Bondage, toys, spanking, master/pet
Requested by
sleepy_ef ! :D
Prompt: Jaejoong tries to run away.
A/N: Okay, finally a fic that has plot in it! :D The plot isnt very wonderful or anything, but at least there is plot. I didnt feel like writing mindless smut today, ohwell. :D Hope you like it,
sleepy_ef ! <3 And I hope your request for a super uke!Jae is fulfilled in this way. :D Thankyou for reading, guys, and comments really mean alot to me. :D
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Jaejoong hesitated as he stood before the heavy steel gate. He knew every moment of delay would highly decrease his chances of being able to escape successfully, yet he couldn’t help it. Gazing over his shoulder, Jaejoong took in his last sight of the magnificent manor, his home for close to three years. It was difficult leaving this place, but he knew he had to. For his own sake.
Fingering the leather collar around his neck, Jaejoong sighed. It had become such a part of his daily life the past three years, that he felt naked without it. Still, he quickly undid the clasp at the back, removing the collar. He reached for the gate, getting ready to push it open. “This is it,” he murmured to himself, “There’s no more turning back.”
However, as he unlocked the steel gate, a loud alarm pierced through the still night, causing him to fumble slightly. Then all of a sudden, numerous headlights shone on him, drenching him in their blinding brightness. Jaejoong lifted an arm to shield his face, heart thumping rapidly. He had been found out.
“Who is this daring person?” A voice mocked, heavy steps coming closer and closer to Jaejoong. The man stopped just in front of him, chuckling deeply. “Ah, so it is The Boss’ pet!” Jaejoong wished a hole would open up in the ground, swallowing him; the scornful laughter of the bodyguards ringing incessantly in his ears.
“Kneel down and put your arms behind your back, pet,” came the command, and Jaejoong knew it would be wiser for him to obey, instead of taking whatever chances he had left and escaping through the ajar gate. He dropped to his knees, arms behind his back, head bowed to the ground. The leader of the bodyguards roped his wrists together, before holding his hand out to a subordinate.
The subordinate bodyguard handed him a syringe, which he proceeded to inject into Jaejoong’s arm. Jaejoong shut his eyes tightly, feeling the world spin as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
****
It was a few hours later that Jaejoong awoke, finding himself in a dark cellar. He blinked, trying to get used to the apparent lack of light. Shifting slightly, Jaejoong realized he was bounded. His wrists were now tied together above his head, slightly higher than his height, forcing him to stand on tiptoe. Jaejoong glanced down; his ankles were bound as well, close to metre from each other. There was a metal bar holding them apart, and he could not help but sigh.
Jaejoong knew very well what awaited him. He had tried to escape. It was the worst crime that a pet - like him - could commit, and he knew the punishment was severe. His Master would most likely interrogate him, find out why he had attempted to leave, and what could he say then? Jaejoong was worried that the truth would cause hurt, disappointment in his Master.
Master had been exceptionally nice to him the past few months, buying him more toys and trinkets, allowing him to stand unless otherwise commanded, and giving him the luxury of wearing clothes. Presently, Jaejoong swept his gaze over himself. The collar was back, and he was fully naked once more. He expected this, though; Master must be infuriated with him.
Some minutes later, Jaejoong heard a door behind him click open, and he shut his eyes again. The door was locked behind whoever had entered, Jaejoong’s head instantly dipping. Somehow or other, he knew that his Master had arrived. Arrived to punish him. And he resigned himself to this fact - he had tried to escape, failed, been caught, so now he was to pay the price of his wrongdoing.
“Ah, Jaejoong, my pet,” Master strode up behind him, fingers gently grasping his butt cheek, kneading the soft flesh. Jaejoong gasped, the feeling of it all was so familiar, so good. “You were so audacious today. Trying to run away?!” At that, Master swatted his ass hard, leading Jaejoong to moan.
Circling him, Master stood in front of Jaejoong, head cocked in an intimidating stance. “Yes, Jaejoong?” he demanded, two fingers under the pet’s chin, lifting his face up, “Haven’t I been a good Master the past months? Why then do you want to run away?”
Jaejoong remained silent as Master continued. “You live well, don’t you?” he let go Jaejoong’s chin, “You’re my favourite of all the pets, Jaejoong! Unless you’re regretting it now; regretting that you agreed to be this gang leader’s pet.”
Shaking his head, Jaejoong dared not answer his Master out loud. “Then tell me, Jaejoong!” Master took a step back, folding his arms over his chest, “Tell me, my pet, why do you want to run away?”
Jaejoong inhaled a deep breath, mind racing. Should he tell Master the truth? Or should he just stay silent and accept his punishment? Biting his lower lip, Jaejoong decided. He would be punished anyway.
“The reason why I want to escape is not important, Master,” he replied softly, eyes trained on the cold floor, “I will take my punishment willingly.” From where he is, Jaejoong could hear his Master grit his teeth in anger.
“I did not instruct you to answer me like that, pet,” Master grinded out, threading his fingers in Jaejoong’s hair and tugging his head up forcefully, “But very well, since you would rather receive your punishment first, I’ll give it to you.” And Jaejoong nodded as much as he could, cock already starting to react to the promise of harsh treatment.
Yunho stepped away from Jaejoong, releasing his hold on the pet’s hair. He sighed inwardly. Why was Jaejoong so stubborn? Couldn’t he see that he loved him? Yet, he strode over to the wall of the cellar, picking a few items from the low table set there. He reached for the small lamp, switching it on and shining it on Jaejoong.
The position that Jaejoong was in left his groin and trunk widely exposed, and Yunho smirked as he swept his gaze over his pet. Sauntering back to the middle of the cellar, Yunho stood chest to back with Jaejoong, reaching in front to show him the items he had picked.
Jaejoong’s breath hitched as he saw what Yunho had in store for him. His Master had chosen a large butt plug, six inches long and unbelievably wide. In his other hand, there was a long scarf. And Jaejoong knew this wasn’t all. Yunho definitely had much, much more. Punishment was never so light in Jung Manor.
“You like this, my pet?” Yunho questioned, tone slightly mocking. Jaejoong nodded, watching with wide eyes as Yunho trailed the tip of the plug over his torso, rounding nipples and dipping into his belly button. Soon, it dropped between Jaejoong’s legs, teasing the sensitive skin of his thighs.
“Master…” Jaejoong let out, momentarily wishing that Yunho would move faster. He could almost feel the plug in him, and he wanted it so bad, wanted to be filled all over again. Yunho grinned, stepping away a little so he could press the toy between Jaejoong’s butt cheeks, pushing firmly.
Jaejoong was fully erect as Yunho seated the butt plug inside of him, and he knew every slight movement would cause the bulbous tip to rub against his prostate, bringing him intense pleasure. Then Yunho gagged him, tying the scarf securely around his head, thick knot in his mouth. “Be quiet, Jaejoong,” his Master ran fingertips down his spine, lightly caressing the small of his back.
Yunho walked to the small table once more, retrieving another item. He returned, this time standing in front of Jaejoong. “My pet, this is how your punishment’s going to go,” he started, keeping the toy out of Jaejoong’s sight, “You’re going to be locked up here till tomorrow morning. Yes, in your current state. Then I’ll return and decide what else I should do to you. Should I flog you, or should I parade you around the estate, humiliating you in front of all the pets that have come to respect you as their senior?”
“Just imagine, all those young ones watching you,” Yunho continued, noting the expressions flashing across Jaejoong’s face, “Watching you crawl by my heel, naked and leashed, more submissive than you’ve ever been.” He chuckled, sighing, “Makes you reminisce those times when you were first caught, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Master,” Jaejoong answered. Yunho nodded in acknowledgment, reaching out to fist Jaejoong’s arousal. “But first, Jaejoong,” he held the item before his pet’s eyes, “We have to make sure you don’t come before I say so.”
With that, Yunho pushed the cock ring onto Jaejoong’s length, sliding his balls into the second attached ring. Jaejoong said nothing, taking his punishment in stride. Yunho smirked as he admired his handiwork, before starting towards the steel door.
“Remember this, Jaejoong,” he unlocked the door, “The punishment I’m giving you isn’t even half of what it should be.” And he reached out, flicking the switch of the plug, before leaving Jaejoong alone in the cellar.
****
Yunho sauntered through the halls of Jung Manor, slightly nodding his head to every person who greeted him as he passed by. He was the head of Jung gang, holding more power than any of his minions could ever comprehend. Arriving at his private quarters, Yunho stepped in, instructing his personal bodyguard to disallow any visits that night.
He shrugged off his coat, striding to his office. There, Yunho switched the television on, pressing a few buttons on the remote. Sinking into his desk chair, he grinned as the feed from the cellar came on the screen, giving him a perfect view of Jaejoong. His pet was slightly restless now, the vibrations shimmying up his spine intense, yet not intense enough to drive him insane.
Yunho had always found much favour with Jaejoong. The pet had been easy to train, since the very beginning, and Yunho lavished care on him. Jaejoong had quickly become his favourite, and held an unofficial position as a high-ranking member. But deep down, Yunho knew why Jaejoong had attempted escape.
Jaejoong had believed, or rather been taught to believe, that a Master and his pet could never be lovers. Master was Master, pet was pet. And when Yunho had relaxed many of the rules a pet should live under, Jaejoong begun to realize that his Master had special feelings for him. It wasn’t right, Jaejoong had reasoned with himself, and to right it, he had to run away. Get away from his current life, so Yunho wouldn’t be disgraced by everyone else.
Yunho knew he had been planning to escape, but had never mentioned anything. He knew exactly when Jaejoong would run, had tracked all of his movements that night. He understood that Jaejoong wanted to escape because he was showering too much love. Still, Yunho could not watch his favourite pet leave him just like that.
This resulted in Yunho alerting the bodyguards, specifically instructing them to only capture Jaejoong when he was just about to exit. And it had worked, his pet had submitted, allowed himself to be taken back to the manor. Yunho now concluded that perhaps, Jaejoong felt the same way, and was escaping to run away from his true feelings.
Spinning his chair around, Yunho slid over to his computer, clicking furiously with his mouse. He entered his password, sending the command towards the cellar. In no time, Jaejoong gasped, moaning, as the vibrations increased in speed. Yunho grinned. His pet obviously didn’t know that even the cellar was wired up, and any activity could be controlled from his computer.
Jaejoong whimpered as the plug vibrated incessantly, rubbing mercilessly against his prostate. He glanced down at his cock; it was hard beyond belief and dripping precome. Squirming, Jaejoong bucked his hips into the air, needing friction, needing to relieve himself.
Yunho went about his normal routine, checking his email, making sure the gang activities were running smoothly. He took a shower, stroking himself to orgasm as he thought of Jaejoong, tied up and teased callously in the dark cellar. After brushing his teeth, Yunho sank into his desk chair again, taking one last look at Jaejoong.
His pet was quieter than before, but still writhing as the vibrations continued to rack through his body. Yunho turned the vibrations up one more level, grinning as Jaejoong screamed, already approaching his limit. Standing up, Yunho strode out of his office, towards his bedroom. “A punishment is a punishment, Jaejoong. Good night.”
****
The next morning, Yunho ate his breakfast leisurely, deliberately dragging Jaejoong’s penalty. He had flipped the vibrations to their highest as soon as he woke up, ensuring that his pet was still awake and aware. Jaejoong was; he had screamed once again as the vibrations hit him, Yunho smiling. His pet’s stamina had not decreased, even with the pampering and luxury.
After breakfast, Yunho strolled towards the cellar, excited. It had been quite some time since he had been so rough and harsh with Jaejoong, and truthfully, he had missed it. Upon arriving, he unlocked the steel door, stepping into the dim-lit cellar. Yunho waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting coming from the lamp, before advancing on Jaejoong.
Jaejoong held his breath as the door was unbolted, knowing that his Master was here to complete the punishment. He hoped he had been good enough, not protesting too much to the increasing vibrations. His ears perked up as Yunho stepped in, leather boots click-clacking on the hard cement floor. Yunho stood in front of him, hands folded across his chest once more.
“So Jaejoong,” his Master began, gaze running over his body. Jaejoong could feel the shivers running up his spine as Yunho’s stare lingered on his erection, which was impossibly hard, red and weeping a river by now. He knew his precome had leaked, dripping onto the ground, and was pretty sure there was already a puddle.
Yunho lifted his gaze to stare right into Jaejoong’s eyes again, continuing, “You’ve been reasonably good. Didn’t come as I punished you last night. Were the vibrations fulfilling?” Jaejoong chewed his inner cheek, before nodding. Truth was, the vibrations did pleasure him immensely, but the simple fact that he wasn’t able to release had dampened his spirits greatly.
“Good,” Yunho strode to the small table, picking up the riding crop he had left there the previous night, “I’m going to whip you, then you’ll follow me around the manor today.” When there was no answer, he rounded Jaejoong, standing behind him.
A whip through the air, before Jaejoong felt the crop land harshly on his back, causing him to yell. Yunho raised the crop again, noting the red line that had appeared on his pet’s back. Lashing Jaejoong again, Yunho reveled in the screams elicited, admiring the marks starting to mar his back.
He continued to whip Jaejoong, each time making sure the crop landed solidly on his pet. Before long, Yunho had flogged Jaejoong at least thirty times, his back a deep red, skin slightly torn from the force of Yunho’s blows. Setting the riding crop back onto the small table, Yunho strode towards Jaejoong, gently tracing the red lines.
Jaejoong hissed as Yunho caressed his injured back, every single touch proving to be extremely painful for him. The plug was still incessantly vibrating in his entrance, and Jaejoong whimpered again as Yunho twisted it. He expected his Master to leave it in, further torturing him, but Yunho only switched it off. Gently, he then pulled it out, pressing a kiss to Jaejoong’s abused pucker.
Yunho then released Jaejoong’s hands and feet, catching his pet as he crumbled, muscles tired from being in one position for close to twelve hours. Sitting on the ground, Yunho cradled Jaejoong in his lap, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t run away from me, alright?” he whispered, taking Jaejoong’s arousal into his hand, fisting.
Jaejoong squirmed, not comprehending why Yunho was so tender all of a sudden. His Master slipped off the cock ring, stroking a few times before Jaejoong stiffened, opaque fluid spilling all over his hand. Yunho fisted Jaejoong through his orgasm, other hand running itself through his pet’s hair.
“Jaejoong, my pet,” Yunho smiled, “I love you, and I know you love me too. It’s difficult, being in love while we’re in this Master and pet relationship, but I still love you.” Jaejoong’s chest heaved, trying to process what Yunho was muttering. His Master continued, “You’ll still be my favourite pet.”
“Now get up, on your hands and knees,” Yunho’s tone was harsh again, as if he had never cuddled Jaejoong and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Jaejoong scrambled to obey, and his heart lifted as Yunho reached for the leash on the table. Perhaps, what he loved most about Yunho was the initial roughness and dominance.
Perhaps, the real reason why he’d wanted to escape was so he’d get caught. And when he was caught, Yunho couldn’t run away from punishing Jaejoong harshly, just the way his pet wanted to be treated.
Jaejoong sighed as Yunho affixed the leash to his collar. He was still gagged, but he didn’t care. Yunho was finally treating him the way he had longed for the past few months. His Master patted his head, explaining, “Now Jaejoong, you will walk at my heel the whole day, and be on your hands and knees unless otherwise stated. All the rules that applied when you were first captured now apply.”
“You need to be trained all over again, pet,” Yunho clucked his tongue, grasping another butt plug. He pushed it swiftly into Jaejoong, before tugging on the leash. “Come on, I have lots of business to do today.”
Jaejoong nodded happily, following Yunho out of the dark cellar. He had gotten what he wanted. In one of the most bizarre methods ever.
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Alright, in case not all of you read my previous fic, I have decided to take a break from writing LC for awhile. I will be updating chapter ten either this week or next, and after that, you can expect about three weeks break before I start writing LC again. It will not be a total hiatus, you will still see my works around. I just wont be writing LC.
And ohyeah, is anyone keen to make me a layout? :D I will give you details if you say you're keen. :D