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Subject: Journal Entry 159 / 1028  [ Planetfall: Minding The Ropes ]
Date: 17 Jul 1996 01:32:43 GMT
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Elenya, Cerim 12, 1028

    "Come here, Tonni," Aaden said, his voice low, even, and full 
of malice.

    Tonni didn't need to be told twice, which was something Aaden 
had respected in him from the very beginning of their 
'relationship.'  Even now, Aaden's mind put quotes around that 
term; he didn't think he would ever think of Tonni in terms other 
than that.  The tall, physically imposing Felinzi knelt down in 
front of his Mephit master's feet and looked up into his eyes, 
waiting.  Aaden smiled and slowly petted Tonni's head forgivingly.  
"I'm here to tell you that tonight is our last night together."

    Tonni's face fell.  "I told you this day was coming, and coming 
soon," Aaden reminded him.  "We both agreed that this arrangement 
wouldn't last past the voyage, and the voyage is now officially 
ending.  We crossed into the known territories this morning and 
will be home in very few more weeks."  His chest expanded in a deep 
sigh, then he reached down and lifted Tonni's chin.  "Playing with 
you has been both a wonderful game and, sometimes, a lot of work.  
I've learned a lot from you, Tonni, don't you forget that, and I 
hope you've learned a lot from me.  Have you?"

    Tonni nodded.  "Yes, sir."

    "Excellent," Aaden grinned.  "I can't think of any grand 
finale' I would like to try with you, no great scene to end this 
arrangement with.  But I do want to hear you scream, one last 
time."  He stood up and locked a leash onto the collar he had made 
Tonni wear regularly for the past two years.  It had seemed to 
Aaden a strange thing for Tonni to want, since Tonni had always 
seemed so independent.  Besides, they played rarely enough.  Tonni 
had originally asked for it on the third day of the homeward 
journey, and Aaden had held him off for a few months before finally 
agreeing.

    Still, there was something ineffable about the way Tonni 
behaved while in his presence, wearing the collar and the leash, 
something outrageous in the way he dominated another male, 
especially one so strong and handsome as Tonni.  The proud male 
instantly became silent, subservient.  Aaden had had to fight hard 
to find the insolence he knew was buried deep within Tonni's soul.  
But getting Tonni to agree to wear 'female' clothing had been one 
of the crowning moments of their relationship.

    Tonight, though, he had Tonni naked.  Tonight he wanted nothing 
more than service and suffering from the proud, grey-furred bundle 
of sinew and testosterone that knelt on the floor before him.  

    Standing before the anxious, nervous submissive, Aaden smiled 
down at him.  With his free hand, he reached down and slowly pulled 
on the velcro clasp of his leather pants, the costume that turned 
both he and Tonni in panting animals at the right moments.  He 
smiled down at the open-mouthed and anxious mel.

    While he worked hard every day to make the best of the large, 
powerful body chance had given him on decanting, Aaden was 
sometimes proud of and ofttimes embarrassed by the size of his 
cock; a large shaft of flesh with a slight downward bent even when 
rock-hard, people chased after him just to make love to *it*.  That 
didn't bother him at all; he often chased other mels merely for 
some physical quality he desired in them.  What bothered him were 
the men who admired *him* for his cock; he felt he should be 
admired for something he had created, something he had worked for.  
His body was something to be admired, for the sweat of the 
gymnasium created that.  His skills as a pilot, his talents as a 
botanist, these were things he wanted to be admired for.  His cock 
was the providence of chance, not something to be admired for.

    But the look in Tonni's eyes as he reached in and pulled out 
his sensitive shaft, already semi-hard, was hard to deny.  Tonni 
feared and adored his cock, as did quite a few of the mels he had 
played with over the centuries.  Even Ken adored his cock and made 
no qualms about that, but Ken and he loved each other as advisors, 
friends... mates of the soul as well as the body.

    Aaden closed his fist about the upper half of his cock, the 
head of it peeking out behind the closure of thumb and forefinger.  
He held it out to Tonni's eager mouth.  "You want this, don't you?"

    "Yes, sir!" Tonni gasped.

    "Beg for it," Aaden growled.  "Tell me you want it."

    "Aaden, sir, please, let me suck your cock.  Please, let me 
taste it, touch it with my tongue.  I need it, I crave it."

    "Do you now?" Aaden chuckled.  "Why?"

    Tonni stopped, and Aaden chuckled again, evilly.  He had never 
asked Tonni this question before.  Tonni's mouth opened, and a soft 
gasp of desperation escaped his throat.  Aaden could almost feel 
the gears turning in Tonni's head.

    "Sir," Tonni gasped finally, "Your pleasure is my every need, 
my every wish.  I want only to please you, sir!"

    "And if I gave it to you, your need would be fulfilled?"

    "Yes, sir!"

    "And if I did not?"

    Tonni hesitated.  It was the opening Aaden had waited for.  He 
grabbed Tonni by the collar and hauled him into the room next door, 
which had all the trapping and toys Aaden has sought.  He pushed 
Tonni up against a padded leaning half-rack, getting a satisfying 
"Oof!" out of the Felinzi as his chest impacted with the widely-
spaced bars of wood.  

    Grabbing four lengths of bright-red nylon rope, Aaden worked 
quickly and in less than a minute Tonni was fixed down to the rack, 
his hands restrained to eye-bolts even with his shoulders, his feet 
spread to the width of the rack and tied down.  "Sometimes, Tonni," 
he growled softly, "I think you're beginning to understand what 
submission really means, and sometimes, like tonight, I think 
you're just an amateur who doesn't even know what the word 'love' 
means."  Tonni whimpered, and Aaden smiled.  "In either case, I'm 
going to enjoy myself and fulfill my pleasure the way I want.  And 
right now, I want to see you in pain."

    He stepped over to the bench covered with his toys and selected 
a thick leather lace and a one kilogram steel ball.  Stroking his 
chin thoughtfully, he turned back to Tonni and said, "Wait here."

    Chuckling to himself, Aaden stepped out of the dungeon and 
crossed the hallway back to his bedroom, making a quick stop at his 
freeweight bench.  Then he returned back the to Simaculae and 
dungeon, moving as fast as he could.  He disliked leaving Tonni 
alone, even for long.  

    Tonni was resting against the rack as Aaden entered.  He picked 
up the steel ball and lace and walked around the rack, facing Tonni 
through the grille of wooden supports.  The Felinzi looked up to 
see Aaden smirking at him.  "You're not going to like this."  
Kneeling, he grabbed Tonni's balls through one of the many gaps in 
the rack's woodwork and laced the leather around it in a dozen 
quick winds, then pulled the two ends of the leather through the 
gap.  At about Tonni's knees he tied the one-kilo weight, then 
draped the laces down to the floor, where he tied them around the 
five-kilo weight he had brought from his bedroom.  If Tonni tried 
to pull away from the rack, he would be supporting six kilos from 
his scrotum, a pain Aaden had endured very few times and did not 
relish ever again.

    Then he told Tonni about the weights, and the MelFelinzi's eyes 
widened.  He whimpered softly.  "What?" Aaden said, menacingly.

    "Nothing, sir!" Tonni replied, nervously.  

    "Good.  Try not to move too much anyway; that one-K ball is 
heavy enough, Tonni."  He stepped back and picked up a flogger made 
entirely of latex laces.  It was stretchy, inaccurate, and snappy 
as hell.  Ken called it his Flogger Of The Damned.  He had learned 
to make these a long time ago, and had to replace them every time 
he used them.  The latex had a tendency to stick to itself when 
clean, and he had two choices to correct that: powder, and oil.  He 
preferred oil, but it destroyed the latex.

    He dipped the flogger into a bowl of mineral oil, them looked 
at Tonni's back.  He deliberately started while too far away from 
Tonni, to get his range.  He began spinning the flogger slowly, 
allowing droplets of oil to spray about the room for a second 
before slowly closing in.  He watched until the fur on Tonni's back 
began to flutter slightly, first with the wind created by the 
spinning tails, then by the actual touch of latex.  He extended his 
arm, exercising his wrist carefully until he felt comfortable with 
his range.  Every flogger was different, every one took a little 
getting used to the first time.  And when his floggers were "one 
use only," he needed to be especially careful.

    Then, with an evil grin, he let fly with a direct strike to 
Tonni's back, allowing the tips to fall with a loud and resounding 
CRACK against his back.

    Tonni screamed.

    And Aaden pressed his chest to Tonni's back, his hand grabbing 
the Felinzi's jaw.  "Do you see?" Aaden said.  "Your needs don't 
need fulfilling.  Your needs *are* fulfilled by your accepting my 
every wish.  I don't want you to want my cock, Tonni.  I want you 
to want my wishes.  *That* is what your submission is.  Do you 
understand?"

    Through his restrained jaw, Tonni gasped, "Yes... yes sir."

    "Good," Aaden said.  He stepped back and worked on Tonni's back 
for just a few minutes.  He wasn't really interested in whipping 
Tonni too much, but watching him squirm against the rack was making 
Aaden very hot and hard and we really wanted to fuck Tonni's sweet, 
tight asshole.

    He stepped forward and pressed his hard cock against the crack 
of Tonni's ass as he hissed into his ear, "Tonni... you want this 
up your ass?"

    "Yes, sir," Tonni whimpered.  Aaden knew that Tonni regarded 
being fucked as something of a punishment.  Tonni never allowed Dao 
to fuck him, which he knew had made Ken more than a little amused.

    "So do I," Aaden said.  He grabbed the bowl of oil and poured 
it down over Tonni's buttocks, working it between his cheeks and 
inserting a finger into the grabbing flesh of  Tonni's asshole.  
Tonni groaned.  Aaden's hand was now soaked with oil, and he spread 
the oil over his cock, then took it and aimed between Tonni's 
asscheeks.  He slid his cock up and down slowly along the skin of 
Tonni's ass, searching for the younger mel's asshole, and when he 
felt it under the head of his cock, he pressed inwards.  Tonni 
groaned softly as Aaden's cock pushed into his guts, stretched open 
the tight channel of his rectum, and slid up into him until Aaden 
literally hit bottom, his cock pressing up into the delicate bend 
into Tonni's colon.  Tonni shivered, whimpering in pain.

    Aaden smiled as Tonni bent his head down against the rack, a 
patently submissive gesture, and slowly slid his cock out.  Then he 
pushed it back in, sliding it back home.  "You like this, don't 
you, Tonni?"

    "If it pleases you, sir," he gasped.

    "It... amuses me," Aaden said.  He held onto the rack and began 
fucking Tonni.  He was not gentle and not interested in being 
gentle.  His cock pounded against Tonni's asshole, feeling the grab 
of Tonni's tight sphincter stroking his shaft with every thrust.  
He heard dark, evil growls, and it took him a moment to realize 
they were coming from him, not from Tonni.  Tonni was silent, 
taking his punishment, his suffering like a man.  The feel of 
Tonni's molten-hot asshole, the silky sensation of Tonni's insides, 
all pulled him along until he shot his own hot, sticky come deep 
into Tonni's guts.

    He slid out, carefully, examining his cock.  "You're clean 
inside."

    "Yes, sir," Tonni gasped.

    "Good."  He reached around Tonni's waist and pulled on the 
leather strap.  It dropped off of Tonni's balls with a loud THUMP 
as it hit the ground.  He then untied Tonni's hands and feet.  
"Kneel."

    Tonni fell to his knees before Aaden as Aaden grabbed a towel 
and wiped his cock off as well as he could.  Turning, he presented 
his now-soft cock to Tonni's mouth.  "Suck," he said.  "My pleasure 
is to use you tonight, Tonni.  Get me off again."

    "Yes," Tonni gasped, shaking violently, "Yes, sir."  Aaden 
recognized that shake as the one of someone who had been fucked 
harder than he was ready for.  Aaden knew the poor mel would 
survive.

    Tonni's mouth around his cock quickly brought his attention to 
the here and now.  He looked down to see the Felinzi taking most of 
his cock into his mouth, his eyes closed in helpless passion.  He 
knew that the burning feeling in Tonni's gut functioned only as a 
reminder of who was who.  Aaden smiled and thought that maybe, 
after tonight, that relationship would be better described as "Who 
had been who."

    Tonni sucked with ardent desire, his tongue and teeth sending 
strong, almost painful charges up Aaden's nervous system into his 
brain.  "That's it," Aaden growled.  "Suck on that thing, Tonni.  
Suck my cock until your jaw falls off.  I am your master and you 
are my toy."  Aaden grabbed his head and forced it down onto his 
cock, making Tonni gag as he tried to force down even the last four 
centimeters that Tonni never managed to take.

    He felt blood pumping into his melhood again, felt his cock 
growing harder under the undeniably erotic attentions of Tonni's 
tongue and throat.  His cock surged with lust, and he growled 
softly as he felt the first hints of a second orgasm.  His second 
orgasm was usually stronger than the first, and if the first had 
nearly blown off the top of his head, he wondered how the second 
would feel.  Tonni was here to satisfy his curiosity on that 
account.  "Come on, boy.  Take more."

    Tonni worked hard on his cock, trying to take all of it, 
forcing himself to go faster, to suck harder, to purse the thin, 
feline lips of his muzzle around Aaden's cock even tighter.  Aaden 
appreciated how hard the poor boy was trying, and soon his body 
started to wind itself up, to get ready to spring.  He growled as 
his frustration overwhelmed his senses and grabbed the back of 
Tonni's head.  "Hold still!" he barked, fucking the poor melFel's 
throat roughly until he reached his climax.  He screamed as he 
came, blasting his come down Tonni's throat.  The second *was* 
better than the first.

    He stood back away from Tonni.  Tonni did as he had been 
trained, looking down at the ground, coughing slightly as he tried 
to clear his windpipes.  Finally, he succeeded.

    Aaden watched him closely, and he started to notice that Tonni 
was... crying.  "Tonni, stand up."  Tonni did as instructed.  
"What's wrong?"

    "I'm going to miss you," Tonni said.  Aaden smiled.  Tonni 
said, "I know you don't feel the same way."

    Aaden's smile waned.  "I can't say that you were what I was 
looking for, and I can't really say that I'm going to remember you 
the way you think you will me.."  He reached out and unclasped the 
collar about Tonni's neck, tossing it aside, then pulling the mel 
into a hug.  "But I wouldn't have taken you as my own if I didn't 
want to, Tonni."

    Tonni nodded, then pushed away slightly.  "Aaden, I think  I 
want to be alone."

    "Then go," Aaden whispered.  "I'll clean up here."

    Tonni took his opening and left, the doors to the Simaculae 
opening up to let him out.  Aaden watched his retreating back with 
a mixture of sadness and relief, then said "Lance, help me put this 
stuff away, would you?"

--
"Journal Entry 159 / 1028  [ Planetfall: Minding The Ropes ]"
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