CLAIMING KIN by Salome and Talon

Kin Gets the Spank

By Salome and Talon

Warning: Shota. Smut. Kinks of many varieties. Don’t read it if you don’t want to.


Sesshoumaru stalks back into his office, furious that he’s had his morning fuck with Kin interrupted by something as trivial and irrelevant as a servant’s sudden death in the kitchen. True, it could have been a poisoning intended for the royal family, but as Jaken was already managing things and he did not eat, anyway, it wasted his time and ruined his mood.

Then, upon returning, he beholds a far more troubling site. The little imp of a hanyou is crouched on his desk, and tiny wood chips fly from the top of his magnificent oak desk. Before Kin can turn, he is behind him, staring at the dreaded handiwork. He has carved something in the precious wood, just beside the place where Sesshoumaru’s inkwell rests. “Kin,” he says, his voice rough with the edge of a snarl. He prizes that desk, made from one of the oldest oaks in the land, a perfect slice of its circumference, a slab of solid beauty, polished to a rich shine, and free of stain or mark…until now.

Kin yelps at Onii’s voice. He did not notice his presence, so engrossed has he been in his efforts. Onii would see “Kin” whenever he was working now. But Onii does not sound as if he is appreciating the gesture…

“This is how you ‘wait’ for Onii, is it? By defiling his desk?” he asks, voice low.

He leaps down, bows low, and presses his nose to Onii’s slippers. “Forgive me, Onii-sama. Kin was only…Kin wanted…” His voice catches in his throat. Sesshoumaru does not respond. “Please… Kin is…Kin is SORRY,” he bawls, clutching his brother’s ankles and pressing his face in tightly. “Do not send Kin away, Onii-samaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” he begs.

He looks over at the desk. Blows away the shavings, dug out with the hanyou’s sharp little claws. The engraving is…the character for Kin’s name. Perfectly rendered. Now there, forever, on his desk. He sighs. The work is beautiful, precise. The boy has learned so much in so short a time. And yet he is still willful. Still such a child. “Do not speak of being sent away, Kin. Onii has told you that he will take care of you—one way or another. Reward you for your patience or punish you for your impatience.”

Kin’s ears go flat. Sometimes Onii is so gentle he forgets Onii has such teeth. “Kin was not patient,” he whimpers.

“No, he was not. He strokes the little head. And fear not. You will come to crave Onii's punishment as well as his rewards, pet.”

He pouts. “Punishment hurts Kin’s bottom.”

“Is that so,” he asks without emotion. “Then why does Kin get hard right now when he thinks of it?”

“Kin is not hard!!”

“Prove it. Strip for Onii. Hold it out for him. And if you are hard...you will be punished. But if you are soft, we will sit together and Onii will take his out too and make it hard...and then we will see if you get hard, Kin.”

The pup obediently unties his obi and takes off his robe, then stops at his trousers with big eyes. “Punished?”

“For what you have done to Onii’s desk without permission. And for lying to Onii, saying you are not hard.

Kin is actually not hard, but he is starting to feel that way thinking about Onii's big cock getting hard.

“Understand this, little inu,” Sesshoumaru continues, “Onii is pleased best when Kin is aroused, and punishing Kin arouses Onii.”

He twists his claws in the waistband of his trousers, squirming. “Kin is very confused.”

“Truly, Kin? What is so confusing? Onii enjoys every facet of owning Kin, and Kin should relish every aspect of being Onii's. When Onii punishes, he is showing how he cares for Kin - making Kin just what Onii needs him to be.”

He swallows. “Yes Onii.” He bows his head. “Kin...Kin is confused because Kin was not hard...not when Onii said. But...but....” Slowly, he removes his trousers, revealing an unmistakably half hard little dick.

“Onii has power, Kin. It is Onii who made you hard. And how did he do so, Kin?”

“Kin...does not know. Because Onii is owning Kin?”

“Kin knows that being hard right now”—he reaches a hand forward and takes the puppycock lightly in it, toying casually—“is likely to get him punished, and yet Kin is hard. Why?”

He whines. “Kin does not know...” He squirms as Oniisama rolls his little cock between his fingers. “Kin does not want to be punished. But Kin is bad...bad Kin should be punished, because Onii says so.”

“Kin,” he says, holding the cock firmly. “You are not bad. You will never speak of yourself so before me again. Do you understand? What you are is Mine. And Lord Sesshoumaru would not claim a ‘bad’ child for his own. But Kin sometimes misbehaves, does not obey. These are ‘bad’ things, but Kin is not bad.”

“Yes, Oniisama. Kin understands.”

“Onii is proud to have Kin understand. Now let Onii show you how one can be punished and erect at the same time.”

He pales slightly. “Yes, Oniisama.”

He sits on his favorite oversized chair, pats his lap for Kin to approach, and puts the child over his knees when he pads quickly across the room. Once in place, he presses on his lower back gently to hike his ass up, and reaches beneath to stroke his cock and balls.

Kin whines loudly as Onii strokes him and touches and rubs.

Sesshoumaru feels the softness of the boy's flesh, relishes its innocence, its size, its plump firmness; his hand caresses it all delightedly. “Does Kin like Onii's touch?”

Onii's hands feel...SO big on small Kin... “Y...yes Onii. Kin likes Onii to touch him.” His ears are half down, and he tries very hard to be still. But there is no hiding that he is completely hard now.

“Even knowing Onii is going to spank you? Not because you are bad. Not even because you have done something bad, for Onii loves the way Kin has carved himself onto Onii’s desk and into Onii’s life. And you were not hard when Onii said you were. You are only hard now. So why will Onii spank you...and why is my child hard?” His hand continues to soothe the soft flesh and to fuel the tiny, hard cock.

“Onii..." He thinks..."Onii said he would show Kin how it is to be hard and punished at the same time?"

"Yes, Kin," he says, voice calm and even. And then the strike: his hand raises and smacks the perfect ass the second he has stopped speaking. He returns to the soft stroking, watching as the pink flush comes to the surface. Oh, his child will be so much pinker before he is through. He will redden and small welts will give his hand pleasure as he feels them between spanks. He is hard and so is his Kin.

He cries out as the hand smacks him and he jerks, whimpering as Onii strokes softly after the hit. He whines and buries his face against Onii's thigh.

Sesshoumaru could come right now. That yelp that demands he slaughter the individual who could make his pet cry out so. That whimper and whine that has become the sound of sex personified to the youkai. "Yes, my Kin...let Onii punish you and comfort you and arouse you...like no other. Keep your face pressed to my thigh and know you are safe." He raises his hand and strikes again: once, twice, three times, his large palm almost covering both cheeks at once. He is panting, and not with effort. He caresses the welts he produces. Beneath, the little cock is still hard in Sesshoumaru’s hand, and oh how it jumps when he spanks the boy.

He shrieks and yelps with each strike. He obeys, keeping his face pressed to Onii's thigh as he keens. It hurts...it hurts SO MUCH, but he is still so hard...and...he is not afraid. Not afraid like when other people hit him or punished him. He sobs now, tears staining the silk of Oniisama's hakama...but he does not shy away from his touches.

Sesshoumaru feels the tears soak into his robes, touch his thigh; they are so sweet to him. He removes his hand from the reddening cheeks and pauses to wipes the child's eyes with infinite tenderness. He brings his fingertips to his lips, paints them with the salt-love offerings, then licks them as he returns the hand to spank a little harder, once on left cheek, once on right, then back and forth rapidly, until he loses count. He pumps the little cock with earnest devotion to the child's arousal as he spanks. "Suffer for Onii, my Kin...show Onii your dedication to his pleasure, to his need of you..."

Kin sniffles loudly as Onii wipes his eyes, breath hiccupping, and then...he wails loudly, louder with each strike, and if he jerks, it is into the stroking of his little dick. His ears are slicked completely back to his head, flush to his soft-coarse hair as he screams. Most of his screams are wordless, but at Oniisama's words, he manages to shriek for his brother, once, then twice before losing his ability for speech to his yowls and bawling.

Sesshoumaru stops the strikes and brings his mouth to the beautiful redness he has made. He laps at it as he feels the cock so small and so erect in his fingers. He sucks on one of his own fingers a moment then slips it between the swollen cheeks and right into his boy.

His crying doesn't stop when Onii licks him. It does slow slightly, but then, he's entered so suddenly he gasps and keens in a sort of shocked surprise. "Oh...Oh...ohhhhhhhhh...."

He wants his boy disoriented...lost and desperately clinging. While he fingers the ass and strokes the cock he bites that perfect little ripe fruit of an ass...hard, only stopping to avoid breaking the skin.

His scream echoes around the walls of the chamber with shock, surprise, pain...he barely knows which way is up. He has no idea what will happen. He can still feel Onii's touch on his cock, but his bottom is so sore, and hurting and sharp now, and he flails slightly. "O...o...o...oniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...."

Sesshoumaru’s fur comes to wrap around the child's wrists and ankles and holds him with firm softness. He releases his teeth as the child's cry crests then begins to fall—ah, just then, that perfect moment when he has taken all he can... He would do more...so much more...and he will; when the child is older. But for now, he goes back to spanking his boy. Firm, easy, right. He removing his finger from within him a bit less than carefully...but the spanking is so good.

"Take it as Onii gives it to you, my Kin,” he murmurs, “...to you and no one else. You are owned and cherished by your brother, by Lord Sesshoumaru, and you take his punishment like the perfect brother he knows you are..." He lets the spanking settle into a rhythm now, listening for the child's cries, panting, to his knowledge that this will not stop and he can give in to it, give over to it.

Moko-sama is there...and he can't move now, he can't jerk at each strike, and he doesn't realize even that the finger is gone from inside him. He pulls at the soft fur around his wrists and ankles almost desperately to try to get away from the PAIN but it keeps coming and he wails, trying to hide his face in Onii's thigh. He TRIES to be still and be good...he really IS trying. Snot litters his face as do his tears as it continues. "O...oniiiiiii," he manages to wail between his sobs.

The last cry tells Sesshoumaru what he needs to know, and what he has known all along. The child will take anything he gives, as much as he gives…and so it will always be. He brushes his fur with a gentle hand, and it releases Kin's limbs yet hovers close, brushing softly against him, caressing his tear-stained face, his tense limbs, his cherry-red ass.

Sesshoumaru still holds the tiny cock and strokes it gently. His other hand moves to softly caress his hair, to watch his ears for signs of distress that reach beyond the superficial pain he has given. Controlled pain must not bring trauma to the child...to his child.

It stops. The tightness around his arms and legs stops, and the softness ghosts over his face and his body. And slowly he realizes Onii is still touching his hardness, even as he gulps and whines and whimpers.

"Kin," he says gently, as if he has just come upon his wounded pet and not been the one to cause the pain, "Would you like to cum for Onii...or shall he hold you close and make the pain go away?"

His voice is shaky and tear-thick, but for all that he answers without hesitation. "F...for...Onii..."

"Good boy...Onii is so proud of his strong child. Shall Onii take you in his mouth?"

"W...what Onii..”—gulpwhine—“wishes..." His arms cling to Onii's strong thigh.

"Come, child," he says, as if he is not lifting and positioning the child as he wishes. He goes to lie down on the divan at the far end of the room, and holds the child over him, positioning his cock directly over his mouth, so his painful behind need not cause him further pain by sitting upon it. Before lowering him completely, he says, "Fuck Onii's mouth. Show Onii that pain cannot stop his boy from being hard, from satisfying his desire…and Onii’s desire." And then he releases him and the cock is in his mouth, Kin's feet on either side of his neck, his hands over the youkai's head, where his silken hair fans across blue brocade.

"H...hai Oniisama..." He whines loudly as his cock is sucked into Onii's warm, wet, soft mouth. He is probably the only male in existence who never once thinks about Onii's fangs when he has his cock in his mouth. It takes him several seconds of jerking, childish movement before he manages a comfortable humping rhythm, moving his stiff little prick in Onii's mouth.

If Sesshoumaru’s thoughts have devolved into a mantra of "give Onii your fuck, Kin, give Onii your fuck" as he sucks and is humped by the small, determined, deliciously aroused little hanyou, then it is no one's business but his own. He pumps his own cock as he sucks, and though he is not going to cum as easily as his eager pup, he is terribly, painfully aroused.

His breath graduates from sniveling hiccups to broken pants as his fingers clutch Onii's hair and he pushes his prick in and out. His bottom is SO hot...SO hot and he can feel Onii's tongue when he pushes forward and the little head inside his skin peeks out just enough to touch that soft slickness.

The tug on his hair is exquisite. It is so astonishing that he can experience this much heat and pleasure now and know that as the child grows he will experience new and more... When the child is old enough to pull his hair in earnest, to beg to fuck his mouth.......so much for them both. He humps into his own hand as the child begins to swell in his mouth.

He whines loudly, pressing his face down on Oniisama's forehead as he jerks hard and spasms into his brother's mouth. It is...pain and pleasure and Oniisama...mostly Oniisama, and he cries a little bit, but only a little because mostly he is shivering and trembling and clinging to his Onii's head.

How easily the child overcomes pain to achieve pleasure. And how good it will be to test that, increasingly, as he grows. For now, he drinks down the ambrosia only his hanyou treasure can produce...and delights that the flow is growing more ample with time. While he is still dizzy (for he no longer passes out completely when he comes—and Sesshoumaru tries not to lament the passing of this "tradition"), he releases him from his mouth reluctantly and raises him up overhead. He wants to see that precious face, which he quickly brings down to kiss and lick— making the tears vanish and acknowledging the sad puffy eyes that are so belied by the beautiful little climax.

His mouth is still trembling, but his arms go around Onii's neck as he brings him down to kiss him and make lickings on his face. "Onii..." His voice is whisperish, but still, without question worshipful. "Did...did Oniisama come yet?"

"Not yet, Kin," Sesshoumaru says, withstanding the child's affectionate onslaught with characteristically stoic delight. "You would like to see Oniisama come?"

"Yes...please Onii...Kin came, but not Oniisama. That is not fair for Onii."

He cannot resist continuing the lesson, and he cherishes the way the child is more concerned about his climax than his own burning ass. "Kin: Oniisama does not need to release. If he does so now, it will be a gift...." He threads his fingers through the child's tousled hair as he continues, in casual tone: "How will you earn that gift, Kin?"

"A...a gift? A gift for Kin?"

Sesshoumaru would laugh at the misunderstanding if he were one given to the expression of mirth. "My cock and my release are your gift, child. Now make Onii come...hard."

He pulls himself up to his hands and knees and crawls down to kneel beside Onii's hips and straining cock. All his stripes seem to point to it!!! He leans down and licks up all the leaking fluid and feels the heat of it on his tongue as he does so.
Sesshoumaru looks at the red, welted ass before him, how it has faded to a dark pink already. Perhaps he was too easy on the pup. But oh, the circle of his teeth is still nicely visible on the far cheek. He draws his claws down the back and ever so lightly over that delicious plump behind.

His yelp is a high pitched yip as the claws rake down his bottom. Onii's cock is NOT so hot as his bottom end!! He presses his mouth down over Onii's cock and begins to suck.

He reaches his hands beneath to toy with the tiny, slack genitals, contemplates fingering that ass again. But his hands cannot help returning to that hot, spanked ass before him. He touches it lightly, reverently, longs to spank it for hours. ...And suddenly his cock is scraped by tiny teeth. The sensation on his sensitive, exposed head is exquisite. He yelps before he knows it and is immediately incensed at his own reaction, outraged at his display of weakness. The teeth did not hurt him. He has felt both worse and better (and thoughts of Kagura come instantly to mind). So what is happening here? He does not feel as if he is about to come. But he is panting. He had not even noticed it. The child is doing what he always does...and does with delightful zeal.

Onii...Onii made a sound! He does not know if this is good or bad at all. He wishes to make him come though, and Onii did not say to stop, and he loves to suck Onii's cock. He loves the taste and the hotness, even though sucking is hard and stretches his mouth and makes his jaw tired, and his bottom...he wriggles it a little, because Onii touched it again.

"Fuck," Sesshoumaru spits, trying to control his voice. "Use your teeth. Now." Perhaps it is their size, the needle-like quality of those undeveloped fangs. But he knows he wants it. A hand's clawed tips reach up and dig into child-scalp and press him forward. The other hand kneads the genitals that were so recently so ripe and coming so sweetly down his throat. He knows it is not right to be so hungry, so full of need...but he is. He analyzes no further but surrenders to the mouth upon him.
He makes a muffled noise, but obeys at once. He bites...carefully at first, but then he realizes that it is silly to think that he could possibly hurt Onii...he bites harder.

Sesshoumaru growls, and rides the wave of a delicious desire to retaliate, to kill the creature causing him “pain.” But the pain is so unbelievably good. It rushes through every nerve ending in his body at once. He feels electrified by the sharp pain of those sharp little teeth. "Yessss," he hisses, arching his hips up into the child's mouth...needing more of the perfect pain this perfect child gives.

His eyes are very wide, and he sucks and scrapes his bite upwards, then down, then up again. He grips the base of Onii's cock with one clawed hand and sucks harder, submitting to the push against his head with every suck.

Sesshoumaru knows he must retain enough control not to hurt the child in earnest. He bucks into his mouth and feels the tiny claws dig into the base of his shaft while the damned mouth teases and torments him with unknowing precision. His flaming red cockhead feels truly on fire with Kin's scraping, sucking, biting worship. He feels the climax building, reaching out beyond the tiny yet overwhelming pain. "Hurt me, Kin," he howls, and the words themselves—their inappropriateness, their desperateness, their excessiveness, and their obvious indication of his longing for his father’s dominance drive him beyond the last shreds of thought into the oblivion that is orgasm.

Kin is...he wants to say...just like Onii wants...but he can't because Onii is coming so hard and so much it might come out his ears. Well, maybe not, but his nose is definitely in danger even though he sucks hard, he has to pull off and cough and gag a little, because Onii's hand is still heavy on his head.

He releases the child, roars out his climax, shoots the child's face, his own body, the bed, the damned ceiling with his release. He gasps for air, pants, glances for a moment at Kin to be sure he is all right... and then…flees. There is no other word for the way he vaults across the room and to the window. He flings the window wide and looks out on the night as he continues to pant. He is sticky with his cum and undressed, the child needs his reassurance and comfort for his red bottom: these thoughts and a dozen others should prevent him from leaving. But the need to escape into the darkness is great. He hears his voice whimper “Papa,” and then he is upon the window casing and leaning forward into the night.

He...he is not at all sure what has happened. And Onii is standing in the window and panting. He is very still on the bed, and very very quiet. Onii will not leave. Or if he does, he will come back. He...he...Kin belongs to Onii. Kin is good. Onii said so. Kin is owned. He...he does not quite dare to say anything though. Onii...he smells...afraid. But that is not right, because Onii...is Onii.

He will go. He will fly. Take himself away, somewhere, anywhere. Where he will be no one. Or...someone. Someone who is not him...not an Alpha and yet his father’s son…not a creature of power and control and silence. Someone who can declare and display what he feels—be it pain, love, anger, or need.

He turns, sees Kin's eyes, full and round, the boy’s emotions seeming to hover between confidence in his "Oniisama" and fear that he has been betrayed by an illusion. Strangely...more than strangely, he is stepping back into the room. Where those eyes could have inspired self-doubt, or the burden of responsibility that he so wishes to throw off, they do not. Instead, they reflect back to him a need that does not judge. In Kin's wide golden eyes, he sees the one soul he can be fully himself with--and never judged for it.

He holds his arms up as Onii comes back to the bed. He smells more settled now...different, but more like Onii. Kin belongs to Onii. Only Onii. And...Onii said Sesshoumaru belongs to Kin. He said it real soft...but he remembers.

Is this not enough? he asks himself, grasping the child close, careful of his sore, tender rear. He is who he is. And there are worse selves to be. "Thank you, Kin, for giving your Oniisama what he desires...and what he needs."

He smiles so big when Onii's arms close around him and he snuggles into his embrace, moko-sama stroking his leg and foot. "Kin will always give Onii what he desires and needs," he declares in the confident voice of a small child. "Kin belongs to Oniisama. For always, yes Onii?"

"For always, Kin," he says, his voice obeying his desire once again for calm and poise. "Now let's get some cool wet cloths on that spanked behind of yours."

He reaches up and touches Onii's face gently and smiles a bit. "My Onii. Yes please. My bottom is like fire," he says with all the seriousness of his years.