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     Journal Entry 159 / 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?"

--
"Planetfall: Minding The Ropes"
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