Punishment (Ai no Kusabi, Iason/Riki)

Riki wondered, not for the first time, what he had done to deserve this. He had Iason had argued, only briefly, but Iason had never reacted this badly before, and he’d never involved anyone else. It was humiliating, knowing that Katze was watching him, that Katze was doing this to him and not Iason.

The whip cracked down on his back again. Riki bit his lips, barely holding back a scream. He was crying, but he couldn’t help it. His back felt like it was on fire.

“19.” Katze counted. The whip cracked down again.

Riki closed his eyes. He was shaking but that was as much as he could move. Thick cuffs bound his ankles and feet to the bed frame, with a matching collar tight around his neck. Though he couldn’t see the Blondie, he knew Iason was watching. Riki could feel Iason’s eyes on him, intent as always.

“20.”

He groaned, fingers tightening on the bed sheets. He wasn’t going to be able to stay silent for much longer. Behind him, Katze shifted, the mattress dipping with his movement.

“That one,” Iason spoke from not far away.