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Preamble

I fucked up. Big time.
My name is Inuyasha Umezu, and I have been living in Minneapolis, MN, for the last eight or so years. I�m a supervisor at this movie theater in the Downtown area, and I live in the Uptown area.
But when I came over from Japan, it wasn�t to Minneapolis. My best friend Miroku and I entered the country through Seattle less than a week after my current identity turned 20, back in 1995. We might have stayed in Seattle, but uh, let�s just say that after the shit that happened to me, which was not my fault, might I add, it would have been very, very stupid.
I had a one night stand. Picked up a girl at an 18+ club. Went home with her. Fucked her. Got walked in on in the middle of the night by her own goddamn father. He called the fucking cops on me because she used a fake to get into that club. She was only 15. He was gonna get my sorry ass arrested for statutory rape.
You think I knew that girl was only 15?
::snorts::
Well, the bitch seemed to think it was pretty fucking funny, cuz being a goddamn immigrant, I didn�t know what statutory rape was. And she laughed when she explained it to me. As if she had planned this, intentionally set me up. As if she and her father were partners in crime, trying to catch unsuspecting �older� guys like myself.
All I know is, that girl had definitely been no virgin, and despite the fact that she was horrifyingly vanilla and hesitant to experiment� oh man, she was one girl who I could tell had been around. Why go after me? It�s not like I had corrupted the frigid little bitch or anything.
Back to the point. That damn conniving Kawarazaki daddy-daughter duo and the threat of being arrested for fucking a 15 year old girl and being found out, in captivity and police custody, to be a hanyou� that is why I ran for my fucking life, right out her window, glass shards sprinkling everywhere, wearing nothing but my pants.
Amazingly, I found my way back to the motel where Miroku and I were staying, and as soon as I could get the flustered little fucker to shut up and pack our shit together, we were on our way to leaving the state. And eventually we came to Minnesota.
Fast forward to April 10, 2003. As I left work with my paycheck, I slammed right into this nice looking girl. Cute, feisty, witty, a little snarky, and laced with the potential to be a deviant, a deviant like me. I eventually got her to accept my phone number.
Of course, as luck would have it, the very next fucking day, I was walking down the hall when I saw Naraku, the General Manager at my theater, handing that very girl a floor staff uniform shirt. I�m her goddamn supervisor now! Great, just my luck. Please note that sarcasm was absolutely and positively dripping off of that last comment. Dripping like acid. Like my half-brother�s poison claws.
Now, I have no intention of getting demoted after being a supervisor for more than four years at this place. Hence, I got this plan to do whatever it takes to get her made a supervisor. But the real shit-kicker, as I found out two weeks later after taking her out to breakfast, is that she�s only 17. Using my current identity, I�m an old man at 28. You honestly think I�m going to make the same mistake I made eight years ago, especially since I am actually aware of her age? Look, don�t answer that. I�m not an idiot.
So, it�s now May 29. I�ve managed to control myself around her both at work and outside of work. Even managed to behave my deviant self while we were gorging down sushi while high on hash brownies. At least, up until now. Up until now, I�ve managed to keep my hands off the tempting piece of jailbait that she is. But now�.
I slipped in my control, and I fucked up.
This bloated bag of Coke syrup exploded while she and I were trying to carry it between us over to the dumpster bin in the prep room behind the concession stand, and the syrupy junk just coated the both of us.
It�s absolutely tantalizing to tease her, even about the stupidest things. And, I told her she looked like absolute shit covered in Coke, and I started licking the stuff right off her cheek, choking back giggles all the while.
That�s where I lost it. I couldn�t stop. I lost restraint. My mouth was all over her neck, kissing and licking away.
But she�s the one who embraced me and brought her lips to my Coke-covered ones. All I had been doing was a simple tease. She brought it to the level that now causes deep guilt and self-loathing to boil inside me.
As much as I wanted to stay right there, firmly clasping her against me while we partook in that forbidden kissing, I couldn�t. Not after my close brush with disaster long ago. I shouldn�t have given in to my lust, to my desire for her. But I did. And I loathe myself for it. It cuts me up inside that I could have ruined my life, and even hers, in that very moment, if someone had walked in and seen us.
When it comes to demotion, I would only become agitated at the pay cut. But I could get arrested for laying a single suggestive finger on her, just because she�s only 17. Arrest would mean police custody. Police custody would mean I would get seen without a hat or a bandana to cover my ears. Being seen with my ears uncovered would mean� I don�t know, but there�s no way it could be good.
It�s nothing for me to come out as bisexual. So what if the occasional guy incites desire in me? Who the fuck cares whom I want to fuck, huh?
It�s also nothing for me to come out as a sexual deviant. When you�re as old as me, you get pretty damn bored after a while, and you experiment. And the nice thing about pain and pleasure is that you can be so much more creative, and you don�t even have to physically fuck to get an orgasm. Hell, just imagining Kagome in a submissive kneeling stance, naked and her wrists lashed together behind her back, wearing a succulent smelling leather arm binder� oh kami. Everything about it is erotic.
The problem is, coming out as hanyou, as half-demon. In this day and age, youkai are practically nonexistent. And everyone knows how rare it was for a hanyou to exist several centuries ago. I can�t risk being discovered. Only a few people here are what I would call �privileged.� I�m extremely picky and paranoid about who �gets to know.� Most of the women, and some of the men, that I�ve been with never found out what I really am. They would have screamed and run. My last girlfriend, Dawn, did that. I came out to her, and she screamed and ran. Left the state.
::sighs::
Where was I?
Shit.
I can no longer trust myself to keep my filthy hands off of Kagome. After all my self-restraint over the years, it all went down the drain, just like that. I shouldn�t blame her, even though she�s the one who kissed me. Because I enjoyed it. Every single bit of it. I wanted to take her home and make her never want to leave my bedroom again. To make her, mine. Even after reprimanding her for being so daring, it still didn�t change things. Fuck, I think it made things worse, since I spanked her for it, and it�s hard to punish someone when not only is it ineffective but both you and she end up enjoying that.
So, to keep myself in check from now on, to ensure that I don�t slip up again� I�m going to punish myself. And it�ll work, because as much as I enjoy pain, both receiving and giving, I can�t enjoy it if I loathe the person administering it with all my being. That�s why I finally agreed to bottom for Jakotsu at Ground Zero, the club I frequent twice a week. For a deviant like me, that is the ultimate punishment. To experience something like this, and not be able to enjoy it.
And it�s what I deserve. I shouldn�t fuck things up anymore just because I can�t control my desire for someone who is untouchable for the moment.

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June 5, 2003: Thursday, late night

Closing and locking the restroom stall behind him, Inuyasha unzipped his hot pants and sighed in annoyance. At least he was already aroused; less work. He pulled out a condom from his back pocket and tore it open, careful not to ruin the contents by accident. No, he was not intending to fuck anyone. It was just a precaution, in case his body were to betray his mind during the session. He�d rather not accidentally soil his garments. It had almost happened last time.
Once the condom was rolled properly down the shaft, with a good enough amount of room left at the tip, he stuffed his cock back into his hot pants in as comfortable a manner as he could before zipping back up. Anyone walking by whose line of sight might dare cross him at the waist or lower later on would definitely notice the bulge, but seriously, he didn�t give a shit. He wasn�t planning to get involved with anyone until she was legal. And with her only.
As he left the stall and then the men�s room, ignoring the current occupants quite blatantly as most users do, he strode through the crowds, passing by the bar with its slick, worn, wood-stained counter. His friend Janet looked up from behind the counter as she was pouring a Sex on the Beach for her customer and smiled as she saw him walk by. She knew he would be wanting a drink before the end of the night. She�d get a chance to talk to him later.
Past the crowded and sweltering dance floor that was merely a sea of darkly clothed dancers, he climbed the stairwell that led to the upper level. The tail-end of a Seabound song gracefully transitioned into something he didn�t recognize, even after attending this club for more than seven years. Beneath his bandana, his dog ears flattened against his head, and he visibly winced due to the high volume of the current song playing. The irritating thing about the second level was that he was much closer to the speakers for the PA system than if he were to remain on the dance floor like usual.
As he neared the Cage, he glanced around and then put his hair in a binder at the neckline, watching for Jakotsu to finish with his most recent client. Seating himself at the booth in the corner where the other week he had first made discussions concerning the set-up of the� arrangement, Inuyasha patiently watched the session finish in the Cage.
The Cage door swung open as the dom lifted the latch and out walked he and his finished client, a young, well-figured woman. As she went toward the other booth near Inuyasha�s, Jakotsu averted his eyes with disinterest, his face practically drooping while he scanned the area for other potential clients. When his eyes landed on Inuyasha, his spirits lifted and he smiled mischievously, walking over and stopping mere feet in front of him.
Without speaking, Inuyasha closed his eyes with a sigh, stood up, and readjusted his hot pants. He wished he had worn a belt, just to cinch them a little bit tighter. They weren�t the most comfortable to wear when he sported a mokkori like he had been since he�d left work. Lately, it had been becoming more and more difficult to last a work day alongside Kagome without getting one by the end of the night. Ever since he�d gotten a taste of her for himself�.
The song overhead began to taper off and blended in with the beginning measures of �Corporate Slave,� by Snog. Great, such impeccably annoying timing, the disgruntled hanyou thought to himself. Jakotsu was squealing over seeing him, but he filtered out the words and non-word sounds, suddenly paying attention to the lyrics that began to growl out over the traipsy trip-hop industrial beat:

I�m just a hard working corporate slave

my mind does hate what my body does crave

If it weren�t for the current situation at hand, he would be downstairs in the mob of dancers grooving slowly to the song and any that followed. Jakotsu was still talking to him, and he finally turned his attention to the overexcited dom.
�--totally wasn�t expecting you this early in the evening!� Jakotsu jabbered on, not quite noticing the lack of attention that had been turned to him earlier. Inuyasha merely grunted and flared his nostrils, his eyes mostly blank.
Placing his hands on his hips and tapping the claw of each hand�s pointer finger in annoyance, he glared directly into Jakotsu�s eyes, as with his boots he was actually somewhat at eyelevel with the taller man. �Listen, before I do anything, put anything on, or go anywhere, you are to repeat to me my absolute rules. And this will occur each and every single fucking time I go through with this.� He narrowed his eyes to almost a squint. �Do you understand?� he finished off with a growl, making sure his fangs were showing from between his pulled back lips.
The dom merely batted his eyelashes and smirked before answering, �Anything to keep you as my submissive, Inuyasha--�
�I am not your anything, fucktard! I�m just�� he paused in exasperation, �bottoming for you. And that�s it. Now repeat my goddamn rules.�
Jakotsu sighed and set his head back with an eye roll before looking the hanyou in the eyes again. �Number one: no touching your cute little ears.� He made sure to include the word cute just to see Inuyasha squirm about it because, well, they were cute, and it was just too bad that the guy wouldn�t flaunt their cuteness. �Number two, your pants don�t come off, and I only touch you with my hands or with toys. Number three, you�re here for punishment, not enjoyment, and I�m merely helping you out with that.�
�Thank you,� Inuyasha curtly replied. His hands smoothly went to the hem of his shirt as he quickly shrugged himself out of the upper clothing he had decided to wear clubbing that night. He couldn�t really care less that he was giving Jakotsu a partial strip-tease, his well-developed torso muscles flexing as he removed his top over his head, careful not to disturb the bandana tied tightly around his scalp to hold down and hide the very obvious sign of his demon heritage.
Jakotsu led him to the Cage after he had tossed aside his shirt. Inside the fenced-off area, which was approximately 14�x20�, was a large padded mat spread out over most of the floor, a large wooden narrow-X-shaped frame known as the rack at the far end, and a long cabinet with shelves along the main chain-link wall.
Jakotsu walked over to the cabinet and opened the first door to pull out a pair of fleece-lined wrist restraints and a blindfold. The usual gags would not do for someone with as strong a bite as a hanyou, so Jakotsu had firmly decided to use only the dental jaw retractors, the kind that would ratchet the gagged person�s mouth open. It definitely made for easier breathing, though unfortunately a bad side effect was a greater likelihood for the mouth to lose moistness. But, c�est la vie. The dental jaw retractors, made of strong metal and finished off with a leather binding strap, were in another section of the cabinet.
Inuyasha stood patiently with indifference as Jakotsu buckled the leather restraints about his wrists and locked them with small Master locks. He swept his makeshift ponytail over his shoulder so that it rested alongside his neck and trailed down his chest.
He tried to be as agreeable as he could when Jakotsu fitted him with the dental retractor and adeptly adjusted the setting so that it was not too wide and that it was firmly braced, though initially, the first time, the dom had made the damn thing too tight. Jakotsu set the retractors so that Inuyasha would be unable to spit them out due to his fangs locking them within his jaws and then buckled the leather strap that went behind his head, locking it with a small Master lock as well.
Jakotsu decided to wait until later to blindfold Inuyasha. He walked him over toward the rack and had him spread his legs a bit for comfort while he locked his wrists to the upper beams of the X, one wrist at a time. Then came the blindfold, once the bottom was situated into position.
Smiling to himself and hungrily eyeing the well toned muscles in Inuyasha�s back, almost as if he had never seen them before, Jakotsu finally turned and traipsed over to the cabinet once again and selected a fairly light flogger with a full set of falls. Despite his �client�s� request for something painful and brutal, he just couldn�t bear to start out exactly like that. And last time, he hadn�t complained.
Inuyasha leaned his naked chest against the cool, smooth finish of the rack and sighed, desperately wishing he could see, but knowing that being able to see would only distract him in the wrong way. Plus, later on, he did not want to see Jakotsu with his own eyes unless it was absolutely forced. It hadn�t happened last time, but who knew? Jakotsu was an unpredictable bastard, even with a written contract drawn up.
He sniffed the air from where he hung, his wrists lightly cushioned by the lining but the width of his hands beginning to bite into the leather. Jakotsu was behind him somewhere, with something made of suede that had been colored with a nasty smelling dye. He listened intently for footsteps and dunked his head forward, his chin pointing downward severely. The tension was killing him slowly. The anticipation, it bit at his arms as he tugged lightly, needing a focus point of distraction but being careful not to pull too hard. He was hanyou, after all, and he had gotten out of stronger binds before in the past.
There was a shifting of clothing, the sound of imprints made on the mat spread upon the floor, and then he felt the dull thud of suede falls upon his upper back, viciously dusting him over and over again in a steady rhythm. His back muscles flexed and reacted with each heartbeat of the flogging, and his shoulders quivered. His claws started to dig into the wood with fierce grips, and he bit down lightly onto the dental retractors.
Once he got bored with the warm-up flogger, Jakotsu quickly stopped and tucked the toy into his belt with a simple wrist movement like a revolver into a gun-slip as he turned and walked back toward the cabinet door in which the other whipping toys were kept. He quickly switched the flogger for something a bit heavier, with sharply pointed-cut fall tips, licking his lips with a smirk.
The bound hanyou waited with boredom for the punishment to resume. Just skip the light shit and get on ahead with the goddamn whippings, fuckhead! he grumbled to himself as best as he could, what with the current gape of his jaws, rolling his eyes underneath the blindfold strapped across his face. He was so busy bitching to himself inside his head that he hadn�t noticed the approach of footsteps again.

He did, however, feel the sting of the pointed tips as they lashed out at his back in what could only be an overhand swipe, landing upon the supple and rosy skin in a tightly bunched stingray bite. And he reacted in quite an abrupt manner, as it had caught him off-guard. As the lashes came more quickly, one after another, the fall tips stinging in the same two spots each time, he only continued to react to the repeated stimulations, openly receiving the pain with almost a mental image of open arms, like he beckoned the punishment to pour forth.
Inuyasha jerked his head upward and tried to stifle a moan, his muscles stiffening with tension. Only a small slit of light from the dance floor�s ceiling far in front of him peeked in from beneath the lower edge of the blindfold, and for a mere momen it piqued his interest. The whistle of the flogger whipping through the air and landing to bite into his back again startled him right out of interest with it, though. The area where the leather had most often come in contact with his skin was now an itchy, highly sensitive rash-like patch that no doubt looked flustered and rosy. The flesh of his back was already starting to bead up in sweat from the physical exertions and the heat in the club.
He grimaced and stifled a cough, his breathing labored.
The flogger came down upon his back in powerful super-eight strikes as Jakotsu expertly twirled the handle with quick wrist movements, beating down upon the quivering muscles of the hanyou practically chained to the large wooden X-shaped rack before him, delighting in every painful recoil and shudder that came as a reaction to his whippings.
Searing pain began to sprout from the mostly wildly beaten sections of Inuyasha�s back, and he began to feel disgusted and sick. Jakotsu was starting to get off on whipping his sorry ass! How dare he! He could detect the slightest change coming from the very man whose leather goods were beating upon his back, and the scent of it sent his stomach churning. If it didn�t go away, he would eventually develop indigestion.

C�mon, Inuyasha, I want you to make more goddamn noise than this! Jakotsu watched closely as he saw the blindfolded figure turn his head slightly and shift to a more comfortable position, not that he would have much room to shift within. No matter what foot placement he chose, his wrists would stay bound to the rack, stay there so he could not escape the punishment that continued to await him, the punishment he himself so dearly felt he needed.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Inuyasha trembled as he felt his skin break from sheer force upon a particularly bruised area. He shook his head wildly to will away some of the pain as it traveled up his spine. The only sounds from his mouth were muffled, unintelligible gibberish due to his inability to properly enunciate anything what with the retractor prying his jaws open, his tongue mostly depressed. Anything he tried to say or emit was mostly guttural. Beneath the blindfold, his eyes were tremblingly wide-open and his brow furrowed in shock.
The beating trickled down to a pitiful swish of the glossy, tapered falls of the flogger every few seconds, longer and longer in between whipping contact, until the dom finally stopped altogether, footsteps heard going farther away from the hanyou along a familiar and expected path.
Jakotsu selected a new item, this time a leather braided cat o� nine tails. Its handle was braided leather with a gold inlay and sealed with a Turk�s knot at each end, and the nine falls were tightly braided and ended in small knotted points. Within moments, the tails began biting into the hanyou�s sweaty and bruised back, and each pelting drew half-stifled whimpers and trembling body shifts that were of no use as there was no way he could escape Jakotsu�s aim short of ripping his wrists free from where they were clamped. The clawed fingers dug more deeply into the wooden frame, causing large gouges and cracks.
With each pelt and pound upon his flesh, Inuyasha bit back his screeches as much as he could until he couldn�t hold them in any longer, his chest in dry heaves and empty sobs. He desperately tried to find a new focus point for distraction, but the only thing he could detect was the sound of the cat cutting through the air and coming in contact with his upper ribcage area and his shoulder blades, and the stinging sensations that sprouted all over his upper back.
The beating became so brutal that Jakotsu even hesitated a few times, unsure if he was going too far or not. There was more skin breakage occurring, and the hanyou seemed to almost curl up against the rack in a desperate embrace as he trembled and sighed and whimpered and� and just allowed himself to go through with the punishment he had specifically requested. Welts began to form in thick, finger-like ridges, branching off in all directions, some still rosy from the flushed beatings, others darkened from bruises and open cuts where the skin had split apart.
From where he hung and clung to the rack like it was his lifeline, a comfort, Inuyasha shivered and choked back a sob, his eyes squinted shut beneath the covering. The pain was spreading across all parts of his body like pins and needles, even to places where the whips hadn�t touched, like his arms and even his legs and ass.
The overhead music didn�t even reach his ears anymore; he had tuned it out long ago. The only music he heard now was the sounds of the whoosh, snap, and crack of the previous floggers still echoing and now the hiss of the cat swooping and needling its way onto his back, interspersed with his own supplied percussion of stifled outcries and audible winces.
His thoughts raced quickly as he tried to steady his breathing for pain management. Every pore stank of abuse, and his ears twitched back and forth to masochistically track the braided tails as they came close in proximity with each overhand and sidelong wrist-stroke. As he quivered and shuddered, mostly stuck in one place due to his restraints, he groaned and let loose of his intense grip, hugging the rack lightly, his hands and fingers opening and closing over and over again like a heated mantra.
Everywhere, his body was dripping with sweat, and his nose wrinkled in distaste at the scent of it intermingling with his blood and� something else. As much as he had tried, his body would just not listen. He had grown harder during Jakotsu�s whippings, and he could only hope that he would soften by the time he was unhooked from the rack, or he knew--
The cat o� nine tails made its last bite into his lower back before it finally was quelled. Inuyasha stilled in place with dread, anxious about how long it would take before he could be distracted from the thoughts he was having trouble purging from his mind.
His ears flattened against his hair, damp even beneath his bandana, the fur on his demon heritage definitely mussed by now. No, don�t stay hard� think icky thoughts, think icky thoughts� think of your brother naked, think of Sashka surrounded by teenagers, anything but Kago-- The taste of Coke returned to his mouth.

No! Think of cold things! Think of ice, think of freezers, think of� He visualized the ice makers in the prep room, imagined misty waves of cool air wafting out of the mini-sliding door window toward the top and greeting his nostrils with a tickle. He thought of ice bins, which made him think of cold pop, which made him think of--

Shit! Stop it! You didn�t want her heat melting into yours, warming you up with her spicy warmth! It was just, it was just�.
His eyes ached with the sudden flash of light that now poured into his pupils as Jakotsu removed the blindfold. He squinted them shut and cried out at the sensory overload in a stuttered gasp. His blood was pumping rapidly with adrenaline. A lightly callused hand slid along the lower area of his ribcage on the left side, and he flinched and blinked his eyes rapidly in response.
�Inuyasha, turn your head and look at me.�
He could almost hear the grin itself, and he stiffened. The hand pinched the skin between trimmed fingernails. He ignored the voice and tried to remain silent.
�I said, turn your head and look at me, you insubordinate freak.�
Inuyasha voiced his disgust in what came across as something between a staccato, open-mouthed cough and a growl, his eyes open now but tensed. He huffed and snorted for good measure. Just because he was bottoming for Jakotsu did not mean he would listen to every order he was given. Last time, Jakotsu had been smart enough to just give him what he had asked for during the flogging part. What the fuck did he think he was doing, demanding mental submission as well?
The hand slipped away from his torso, and the next thing he knew, a gloved hand came around from his other side and smoothly trailed from his waist over to the middle where his navel was hidden by the band of his vinyl hot pants, slowly coursing south before coming in contact with the bulge that Inuyasha had hoped would have deflated a bit by now.
Nope. It hadn�t. He wanted to crush it into the wood of the rack, but he daren�t do anything of the sort for fear of disturbing the latex sheath that covered his engorged length. In fact, he�d made a point of keeping his pelvis off of the wooden frame.
Jakotsu�s leather-covered fingertips immediately recognized what was beneath the vinyl material, and while he knew he was treading on thin ice by doing this, he just couldn�t resist. Feeling the warmth of the blood-hardened appendage that stiffly snaked its way upward, he fondled it lightly, earning a harsh and flinching shy away from his touch from the bound hanyou.
�Ooh, I thought you were here for punishment, not enjoyment, you horny little boy,� he drawled out with seething amusement, baiting the insubordinate.

Get your filthy hand off my cock, Inuyasha mentally grumbled, or I will call out my safeword as best as I can with these damn retractors preventing my speech. He snorted and huffed before letting a growl escape his throat, his eyes narrowing.
�Oh, wait, could it be, you were thinking about her this whole time? You sick little bastard!� He squeezed the hardness tightly and painfully before letting go and smirking at the reaction he was bound to receive.
In shock, Inuyasha silenced himself, turned his head and glanced over his shoulder at the dom standing directly behind him, a look of horror in his eyes. Shit, he really knows what he�s doing, the way he�s setting me up!

Jakotsu patted the distressed hanyou�s other shoulder and quickly snapped his hand up to grab his chin before he could twist his head back away. His next words were venomous whispers. �I�m about to unlock your restraints. You are not to move except to follow where I put your limbs.� He pressed a finger from his left hand firmly onto one of the red welts, earning a mournful huff and a full facial flinch. If Inuyasha could have spat at Jakotsu, he would have done it at this point. �I expect no resistance from you whatsoever. Do you fucking understand?�
Golden eyes peered into the dark recesses of Jakotsu�s, and the silver haired hanyou closed his eyes, sighed, and nodded his head firmly. Anything so that Jakotsu would not think to grope him again. His mokkori ached and throbbed with lust, for once again his body had betrayed his mind, just like a week ago. And this time he had no cold water.
The hands upon him disappeared, and the dom turned and walked to the cabinet shelving to return the used cat and retrieve a pair of thigh cuffs, a foot-wide spreader bar, and a fancy leather arm binder with separate sleeves and carabiners for locks. Bringing them back to the rack, he laid them out on the mat off to the side before unlocking Inuyasha�s left wrist carefully and eloquently from the swivel clamp and gently bringing his aching arm down at his side, his muscles no doubt stiff from the prolonged exposure to that particular position. After repeating the same with his right arm, Jakotsu softly ordered the hanyou to step back once with each foot and then wait to be led.
Inuyasha�s muscles felt weak, and he stumbled slightly in his highly thick-soled footwear, as during the flogging he had leaned against the rack for much of the time in order to relieve pressure from his feet. Slowly, the dom walked him backwards a couple feet before stepping around and in front of him. He unlocked the leather restraints from his wrists and lightly threw them off to the side.
Stepping behind him again, he picked up the leather armbinder and began to clothe Inuyasha with it, one arm at a time, making sure that the leather harness straps that connected the two sleeves crossed in front just below his collarbone. Once each arm was sheathed in the thick, fragrant garment leather and the buckles firmly locked with Master locks, Jakotsu tied off the mitt ends of the sleeves and locked them shut as well. Next, he carabined Inuyasha�s left wrist to his right elbow and then did the same with his right wrist and left elbow.
Standing in front of the hanyou again, Jakotsu promptly ordered him to kneel, being sure to catch and steady him by the shoulders should he trip or stumble on accident. Upon kneeling, Inuyasha spread his knees farther apart than was traditionally comfortable. He knew from last week just how far apart the spreader bar would keep his legs during stance. He closed his eyes and tried to appear as calm and blank as possible while those hands, one gloved, one bare, strapped a restraint cuff just above each of his knees.
The overhead song was very mellow, and it helped him zone out for the moment while Jakotsu set up the spreader bar and hooked it up between both leg bindings. His head bowed forward almost automatically, and once the dom was finished with the bindings, he settled his rear back onto the floor between his ankles, breathing heavily and choking back dubious thoughts that were beginning to leak in despite his resistance.
Despite his attempt at meditation and self-reflection, Inuyasha could not block out the footsteps leading toward the cabinet and back again. When they stopped, he looked upward and saw Jakotsu standing before him, his reddened lips forming an ominous grin that showed off his human porcelain, an old-fashioned schoolmaster�s tawse firmly gripped the same way Kagome had held his riding crop more than a month ago. The gloved hand was on the handle, while the bare one lightly cupped the stiff tips.
Jakotsu massaged the tips with his thumb as he began the first of many insulting strings of humiliating terms and accusations. �You sick fuck. You lust after jailbait, don�t you?� After receiving no response, not even a change in expression, he requested one quite vehemently. �Answer me, damn you!�
Inuyasha swallowed as best as he could and nodded his head, his eyes becoming flooded with a sea of sorrow. He truly lusted after his younger coworker, and there was no denying it. When he had been pressed against her body back there, he had desperately wanted to go much farther than taking in the taste of her mouth. Feeling the curve of her waist as it connected with her hips had not been enough, either. He needed to acknowledge and accept these facts, or he could never move on.
Straighten your goddamn posture, right now!� Jakotsu stepped closer until he reached the bound hanyou�s side and got down on one knee, glaring at him all the while.
Inuyasha sat up straighter, as best as he could what with the spreader bar keeping his crotch open at such an uncomfortable angle, trying to stare forward.
Grabbing the pretzel branch of his sheathed arms around the middle with his left arm, Jakotsu yanked him upward and set about abusing his now upraised, vinyl-covered ass with downward swipes of the tawse. He kept the slaps far apart, as they stung fiercely, and each contact brought out a soft, screechy howl. After four hissings, he jerked him back into posture and ordered that he keep his ass off the ground, his shoulders back, his chest puffed out with feigned pride.
Straining to stay in place, Inuyasha bowed his head again as Jakotsu flipped a Whartenburg wheel out from his belt by the handle and firmly placed the prickly pinwheel end just behind the bony nub of the chin to keep his head up, the metal spiky pins pressing firmly into the hanyou�s skin with clear intentions of causing skin breakage should he disobey the latest silent order.
�Listen, sick fuck. You are a no-good cradle robbe, and this world would be better off without your freakish predation of underage girls. Oh, wait, I forgot. You�re somewhat bisexual. Have you gone after underage boys as well?�
Inuyasha shuddered in place and shook his head in the negatory, closing his eyes for a moment.
�Just the females?� The abbreviated question almost seemed to slither out of Jakotsu�s throat with a hiss.
After a pause, Inuyasha nodded in the affirmative.
�This one, this girl you want. Have you� violated her in any manner? Touched her in a manner that--�
He shook his head up and down with somber eyes and a sob before the dom could even finish his sentence.
�Feeling guilty?� Another forced nod that reeked of self-pity came forth. �Did you� like it? Enjoy it?� On and on Jakotsu pressed with the demeaning and humiliating questioning, and always receiving an affirmative or at least truthful admittance from the bound hanyou kneeling before him.
The next comment that came from those lips, Inuyasha had not been expecting. It was not part of the list of things he had listed on his contract sheet for the humiliation part of the session. And why he did not immediately kill Jakotsu for saying it, he did not know.
�Even if you ever do fuck her, do you honestly think she�d stay with you once she finds out what you are, you worthless half breed?! Look what happened to Dawn. Can we say, �Bye Bye Birdie�?�
While he did not kill the dom who had just thrown the cruelest and most backhanded statement at him, he did stiffen and growl before letting go altogether and finally succumbing to the total lack of resistance that Jakotsu had been trying to achieve all evening. There was a lost look in his eyes.
On and on, Jakotsu continued berating the bound and restrained figure who was no longer spirited, insubordinate, or feisty. �You�d outlive any lover you might ever come across! You�ll be alone for the rest of your life! There�s no point for you to find someone, other than just to have a warm body, a fucktoy, someone to get you off, so I guess that�s why you�re going after the seventeen year olds, isn�t it? Hook �em while they�re young and keep them till they grow old, huh? If they don�t run away screaming long beforehand, that is.�
Each additional word squeezed Inuyasha�s internal organs more tightly until he couldn�t take it anymore. He called out his safeword, though he knew that Jakotsu probably could only half understand what was actually uttered.
In his head, however, he could hear it as clearly as his own racing heartbeat.
�Kagome.�

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A/N: This is a special oneshot companion piece to the Inuyasha AU fanfic Movie House Hanyou. It can be read separately from the fic, but for the best impact, you should have read through chapter 12 of MHH. For those who have not read MHH, the preamble contains the most important information for what leads up to the situation you just read.
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BDSM vocab-

Tawse - type of slapper/paddle with two distinct biting tails (kinda) that schoolmasters used to use on disobedient students

Fall/falls - the loose strands of a flogger that extend from the handle

Flogger - whip with many blunt-ended tails

Cat o� nine tails - famous type of whip that stereotypically features 9 tails and is made of tightly braided leather

Whartenburg wheel - medical device that looks similar to a pizza-cutter w/ a smaller, prickly disclike wheel

Spreader bar - metal pole with restraint clips at each end, used for keeping two restrained body parts a certain width apart, no closer, no farther

Carabiners - those metal clips that mountain climbers use with their harnesses and ropes
Japanese vocab-

Mokkori - erection, or the tent in one�s pants or bed sheets caused by an erection
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