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Fundamentals
"I think," said Dr. Tanaka, setting down his tea cup. "That we need to go back to some fundamentals."
Tommy's brain was still processing, but his knees had already obeyed.
Sensei chuckled. "Very wise to kneel, Tommy. Listen carefully. Your performance will determine your punishment. My only guarantee for tonight is that I will do nothing to impede tomorrow's dinner or cause you embarrassment tomorrow."
Tommy shuddered in relief. He had once been on display as a living Christmas ornament when Pol and Rinnie had been guests. It had been a transcendent experience, but he wasn't ready to be seen that way by anyone else on the guest list. Had he been thinking clearly, he'd have known he'd be safe -- Dr. Tanaka was very decorous and would not cause a guest to be discomfited. Tommy was even allowed to call him "Katashi" in front of visitors.
Tommy sat back on his heels. Dr. Tanaka was toying with the dish of fruit, despite having told Tommy to listen carefully.
Sensei finally selected a peach and rolled it around in his palm allowing his thumb to caress the seam of the peach. Tommy controlled a squirm. Sensei was petting it like a rump.
"A little fuzz is charming," said Dr. Tanaka, running his thumb around the peach's 'cheek' and sliding his thumb nail along to score the skin. He picked up his fruit knife and skinned the peach. Slowly. Strip by strip.
Tommy moaned, and felt his ass clench.
The flayed fruit dripped juice, and Dr. Tanaka dropped the limp skin onto a waiting saucer. He used the knife to swiftly halve the fruit, and then pulled the flesh apart from the stone with a twist. Juice ran down to his wrist.
Tommy knew Sensei usually never peeled peaches, and would certainly do so with less mess. He was torturing the fruit to make his boy's imagination run wild. And it was working.
"Yes, charming, but I think I prefer a smooth skin." Dr. Tanaka put the peeled, stoned, and halved peach on his dessert plate, and picked up a nectarine. He ran the back of his knife along the skin doodling an invisible design. "Go upstairs, Tommy-chan, and return with your body as smooth as this fruit. Shave everywhere. Chest, ass, cock and balls, armpits, legs. Shave your face too. The only hair on your body will be your eyebrows and braid. Keep your hair dry. Do not hurry, but I will be waiting."
"Hai, Sensei," whispered Tommy. He stood and backed out of the room. He glimpsed Dr. Tanaka biting into the ripe, peeled peach and seemingly not caring that sticky moisture glazed his chin.
Called annoyingly obedient, and dumped for a less submissive bottom, my attempts to recover from Dave have led me to a place where those same traits could mean my survival. An alien holding cell turned out to be a pound, and my new owner is a seven-foot tower of jet-black muscle with raptor legs and shark teeth. I'm getting the training and discipline I longed for from my Earth lovers at the claws of my alien owner. If only I can make him want me... Warning: this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, violence, alien-man sex, D/s, and human pets. Excerpt: When I wake up, I’m alone in a cage. It’s a nice cage: 6 by 6 feet but only 3 feet high. I can lie down and stretch fully, but I can’t stand up. The floor is a smooth vinyl, and the mesh is big enough to stick my arm out to the shoulder. I have a bowl of cold water. I have a blue canvas covered cushion. I’m curled up on it when I wake up. My collar is still on, but I can see my leash hanging on the outside of the cage door. The room is dim--the daylight had been dazzling when I was transferred to the car so I guess it must be evening now. I can see most of the room. It’s large but very plain, although everything in it is high quality. No one comes to the room, and it gets dark. I can just sit up cross-legged on my cushion without bumping my head, and I wrap my arms around my knees. I rock a little and the moment of self-comfort unleashes my tears. I’m terrified both by my situation and the memory of his face, and I’m soon bawling as if I were six. I’m crying too messily to hear him come in and the first I know of his presence is a hand on my collar and the leash drawing me out. He has to pull--not because I fight, but because I can’t uncross my legs fast enough or gather my sobbing wits. He doesn’t hit me again, but drags me to the bed. He sits on the edge and I sensibly stay at his feet. He’s making a lot of his hissing noises. I can’t distinguish between them, but they sound soothing. He rubs my head with his palm, and then uses his thumb to smear away my tears. I put my head on his knee and tremble more at the feel of his thigh. It’s like rock. I force myself to think. He seems kind in his way and I imagine what a good owner would do on a pet’s first night. Surely he’ll just let me adapt to my new space? I dare not let my mind run further. I’m an animal to him, but I suddenly find him unbearably desirable. I feel more hot tears flow as I see myself as a hump-happy little terrier pestering his legs. He’s still petting me and my cock stirs. I hope to hide it, but he stands and lifts the leash to make it clear I should too. It’s the first time I’ve been on my feet in his presence and the height difference between us is all too clear. He’s enormous. He may be average for them, but he’s seventeen inches taller than me, and he’s all muscle. He loops my leash around one wrist and starts checking me over. His hands wander and tweak. I try to accommodate his exploration. His hands fondle my balls. He weighs them in his palm for a moment and watches my cock strain towards him. I want to hide it with my hands, but dare not. He lets go, then has me walk back and forth in front of him, and then stop. I still can’t discern what his different hisses mean, but I watch his hands instead. He makes certain motions with his left when he hisses and tugs the leash. I must be getting it right because, after thirty minutes of trying to obey what I think his hand signals mean, he sits back down and has me sit by his feet. He scratches at my scalp for a minute and then nothing happens for a long time. I cautiously look up. He’s entering some info into a tablet. I wonder if it’s my training log. I nearly ruin it all by balking when he leads me back to my cage. I want to stay with him. He gives me a swift snap to the ass with the leash end and I crawl in. I watch, intent, as he prepares for bed. I whimper at the sight of his nakedness. He turns to looks at me and I bow my head. He’s obsidian all over. He seems almost featureless and his body is smooth. It looks cool, but his hands scorched as he investigated my body. His basalt eyes have vertical eyelids and nictitating membranes. I can’t see ears or nose. What look like ritual scarification bumps trace his cheekbones, and his hairless skin and bone blend like armor. Black on black. The lights go out before I see enough heavy cock. Jake is an ex-military top who needs some healing – and not just from his physical injury in Excerpt: In this scene Matt is trying to restore his Sir’s sense of self -- Jake has come back from Jake was quivering and it took a second before they both realized it was a laugh--a genuine, happy, not self-mocking, plain old laugh. “Boy, get kinky! That’s an order.” “Yes, Sir! I’ll be right back!” Matt hurried into the bedroom, and pulled out his bondage stash. He knew Jake wasn’t ready to tie him up yet, but surely, they could play some? And this had buckles--no knots for Jake to stress over. Matt was convinced that Jake’s clumsiness came from trying to use his left hand too much. He’d have Jake put it on him--that was half the fun. Jake had restarted the movie. Matt didn’t ask if he’d skipped the rest of the gimp or not, but Jake looked intrigued enough by the leather straps Matt dangled at him. “What is it?” Matt started arranging the leather to display it better. “It’s my pony boy bridle.” Jake snatched it from him, and started tracing the lines. Matt was relieved that he was fascinated, not shocked. “Kneel.” Matt knelt, and waited patiently while Jake fitted the headpiece on. It took him just a moment to figure it out, and just a slight fumble. He really could do all he needed with a thumb and two fingers. He adjusted it a little so the blinders sat right. Matt felt himself settle into a peaceful place. It was not just the leather and the sense of ownership, but he loved the focus--literally! He could only see what Jake allowed to be in his direct line of vision. Matt didn’t like blindfolds--in fact, the Pulp Fiction gimp kinda freaked him out--sensory deprivation wasn’t what he wanted. Jake circled him, inspecting him and running his fingers along the lines of Matt’s bridle. “Do you want to be a pony again?” “No sir--I really just liked the bridle part.” Matt’s head jerked as Jake gave a light tug on the reins. “You looking fucking hot, boy. Jake entwined his remaining right fingers in the reins, and pulled Matt’s head to his crotch. “So no pony play, but I can control you with it?” “Yes sir. And the bit can be used as a gag.” “Excellent--you talk far too much, boy. But right now I’ve other uses for your mouth.” Jake used his left hand to unzip--he was getting better with his left hand too. He’d complain to Matt that he wished it had been his left that was half gone, but Matt disagreed. He knew better than to say so of course, but he suspected that Jake would have not worked a half left hand very hard at all, since it was his weak hand anyway. Matt thought Jake would have had only one functional hand then, instead of the one and a half he had now. With his side vision blocked, all Matt could see was Jake’s prick. It was filling his world and his mouth. He sighed happily before settling in. It was like being in a tunnel and then becoming the tunnel as Jake thrust. Nothing existed except Jake’s cock. And that was perfect. What else could he want? Jake had settled into a rhythm. He wasn’t getting a blowjob: he was fucking Matt’s mouth and holding him still with the bridle. Matt’s cock felt over swollen, but Jake had made no indication he could touch himself. His head was jerked back suddenly and he was staring at the dripping end of Jake’s cock. He bit back a cry of disappointment, and was rewarded when Jake said: “Pants off. Hands and knees, boy.” Jake’s half hand stayed twisted in the reins as Matt scrambled round into position. He’d prudently, or rather optimistically, lubed himself earlier when he got his bridle, and Jake simply needed to work his own slicked cockhead against Matt’s hole for a few seconds, and it slid in sweet as anything. Matt knew Jake would never take him dry, but he knew he also really got off on his boy being ready. Knowing that he was already learning how to anticipate and please his Sir was almost as satisfying as Jake’s pounding prick. Jake’s left hand reached forward and worked the leather bridle bit into Matt’s mouth. The leather mouthpiece had been his old master’s concession. Matt freaked over rubber in his mouth and metal was too brutal. The taste of wet leather could get Matt rigid in a second. “I want a quiet sub for this fuck. No alerting Carl.” Matt gulped as he realized Jake had caught him out on his last little attempt at manipulating his man. “Uck,” he managed as Jake fumbled and then pulled back on the bit. “Indeed, Boy. Now Carl didn’t care, but I’m not pleased. We need a conversation.” Matt tried to hang his head, but he was kept in position as Jake hammered away at his ass. His mouth was sore from the bit, but, oh fuck, it was heaven. Aw hell--Jake was slapping at his ass and thighs--hard--not little love slaps--Matt was gonna be marked. “Who’s in control? You remember your place boy. No passive aggressive shit gets tolerated--got it? You have something to say, you ask permission to speak freely, and you fucking say it to me, not the whole house.” Matt’s eyes started to water from the blows and mouth tugs. He felt drops of Jake’s sweat land on his back as Jake leaned forward and stroked his neck. “Got it boy?” he whispered in Matt’s ear a second before landing an almighty slap on Matt’s chest. Matt yelled and bucked as Jake shot his load--he tried to fight free of the bit, but Jake still had a firm hand on the reins. Matt stopped fighting--he knew full well all the bit pain came from the struggle. He knelt there quivering as Jake withdrew. His own hard on waved forlornly. Jake stood up behind him and used the reins to walk Matt across the room on his knees. He looped the reins loosely around the arm of a chair and then moved away. Matt whimpered. “I know I said conversation boy, but I’m not interested in your side. Just shut up and listen.” Jake pulled his jeans back on and got himself a beer. He sprawled on the sofa and smiled at Matt. “You’re awful cute when you can’t talk.” Matt rolled his eyes, and then amended his expression to contrite, with downcast yet flirty eyes. Jake laughed. “Yeah, boy. I know you’re sorry about Carl, and yeah, I know you wanna come, and yeah, I know you can take your own bridle off. But you’re not going to, are you? Or touch yourself.” Matt shook his head no. The changing portions of the room in his vision made him a little dizzy as he did so, so he stayed still. Jake took a pull of his beer. “You’ve a big cock for such a short guy. That tough little body makes a grand backdrop for it.” Matt squirmed. Jake was exaggerating a bit. His prick was on the generous size of average, but it was true that it looked impressive on him. Even after Jake had left him kneeling for so long, he was still rigid and his head was shining with pre-come. “Okay boy, let me see you beat off. Nothing fancy. I just wanna see your spunk fly.” Matt needed no urging--he wasn’t a shy boy after all--and he put on a show. Without permission, he started pinching his own nipples as he pulled at his cock. Fuck, but he wanted to yell. He could spit out the bit if he tried, but that would be dumb. He’d tried that once with his chariot master and had been beaten soundly. “I could order you to stop,” said Jake when he saw Matt’s neck start to cord. “But I won’t. Remember that kindness.” Fuck, thought Matt, as he came, what kinda Sir have I unleashed on myself? Jake had Matt crawl back over to him, and rest his head on Jake’s knees as he undid the head buckles. He stroked his hair for a minute. “Good boy. I think we understand each other better now.” 
What Worse Place Can I Beg in Your Love?
A good bottom can obey any master.
Outtakes
This was from Paper Cranes and it didn't quite fit the over all mood. Dr. Tanaka has arranged for Tommy to get a tailor-made suit, and now Tommy is setting off to pick it up taking his friend Rinnie along for company. Not, Tommy stresses, for fashion advice since he is a designer, and Rinnie thinks chinos and polo shirt are snappy dressing!
Tommy idled his car in Dr. Rønne’s driveway. He squirmed as he remembered honking for his friend once. When he got home he found that Pol had called Dr. Tanaka who had thrashed his ass for having no manners. Today, he had called Rinnie to say he was setting off, and now he waited for his friend to trot out.
“You know we do have a doorbell, boy,” said Dr. Rønne.
Tommy yelped. “Oh, Pol! Sorry. If turn Whitney off so soon after starting her she won’t start again.”
Dr. Rønne rolled his eyes. “I heard you coming from the backyard. And I won’t even ask why your car has a name.”
“She’s a diva,” beamed Tommy. “And I love her! It was so kind of Sensei to let me buy a car.”
Pol eyed the beater doubtfully. “I find it hard to believe Dr. Tanaka approved this -- uh -- junker. Was it more than $500?”
Tommy giggled. “Sensei thought I was going to get a loan for used car. And it was $1000, Sir! Sensei thought that was my down payment, not the whole car! He makes me hide Whitney in the garage. She’s a sweetie though! When she runs, I mean. Dr. Fell’s Dave is going to teach me how to look after her this summer.”
Pol snorted. “I think you should go to the parts store after your suit fitting. I’ll let Rinnie ride there with you, and he can tell you what to buy and how to nurse it along. It won’t make it until the retreat otherwise. Just promise me you won’t embarrass yourself with spinners or anything.”
“Phat dubs!” said Tommy cheerfully. “Don’t worry, Pol. I won’t get rims. And I already got new ordinary tires. They match and everything! I’ll get some Bondo and then go to Maaco. And Sensei paid for the oil filter after I dripped on the garage floor!”
Pol cast an anxious look at his driveway. “I’ll tell Rinnie you are here.”
The door opened and Rinnie hurtled down the path. “Hooptie, Tommy! Whitney is a hooptie!”
“Oh God,” said Pol. “Boys: only two stops. Pick up Tommy’s suit and go to the auto parts store. Rinnie, if Tommy buys anything flashy or silly, I will hold you responsible.”
“Pop the hood!” said Rinnie.
“No! I want this beater off my driveway. Rinnie, listen to the engine while you drive, and check it out at the auto store. They’re used to it.”
“Yes, Dr. Rønne,” said Rinnie sweet as pie, and pecked his owner on the cheek before sliding into Whitney.
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