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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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5,096
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2
Recommended:
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Father
Written for IYHedonism's Week 28 Prompt: Shouta/Loli with a word LIMIT of 500.
Title: Father
Author: Talon
Rating: Adult++
Characters: That would be telling.
Genre: AU
Words: 500
Summary: That would also be telling.
Warnings: Guys…really. This is my week. You get no warnings. But I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised anyhow.
Author’s note: Written with gakusei in mind, and also Abraxas. Written for IYhed though, for.
And for myself, cause I am intrigued by this scenario and have not written it yet.
Crack!! CRACK!!! Wet rawhide is unforgiving in the best of circumstances. I can smell my blood as the final blows are applied to my bare and upturned bottom, my wrists rubbed raw with my inability to keep still for my much-deserved punishment.
My father…how easily I have moved from calling him my foster-father to just father…holds the punishment strap at his side now. Other hands unbind my wrists from where I am bent over the rock. My tears and snot mix with the dirt pups naturally pick up in the course of a day’s play.
“Make your proper apologies.” Daddy’s voice was firm and calm, like always. I stumble to my feet, and kneel, lifting my neck to the bitch whose food I had stolen from her pot on a dare from my packmates. She looks down at me, considering, and then her tail flicks once and she leans down and strokes my face. “I’m satisfied.” And I am forgiven. There are no grudges, here. I had wronged her, been caught, punished and apologized. And this is the end of this matter.
The rest of the pack, most of which had gathered to watch my punishment disperse, and my father helps me stand. I put my arms around his waist and beg, cry for his forgiveness too, because my father is pack leader, and my actions shame him. I do not want to be sent away.
“So silly my pup,” he says as he takes me back to our cave. There my cousins greet us joyfully, bounding up and down on their paws, their noses and tongues trying to soothe my welted bottom. They lick my leather covered hand, bound with intricate knots and beads without fear.
Kneeling on the bed of furs and fluff, he licks the welts he himself has just given me, and another shame appears. But it isn’t shame. Daddy says it’s love. No matter what the monks in the monastery said when they cast me out. I whine, like my pack mates, and he hushes me, pressing my shoulders down, and my bottom up higher. His calloused hands caress my small hardness; I hear him flip away his kilt.
“Daddy,” I implore. I don’t know if I am begging for forgiveness, or for something I yet have no words for. He shushes me again and I feel the slick, blunt head of his wolfcock press against my hidden hole.
“Howl for me, pup,” he says softly as he presses his thickness inside me with tenderness and love even through the pain. I howl as he mounts me; as my ookami brothers do. His hands stroke me soothingly as he sheathes himself.
I am no longer Miroku, shamed, cursed, human orphan. I am Miroku, the son of Kouga Prince of the Mountain Wolf Tribe.
He mounts me as though I were born of his seed, and loves me as though I were born to his pack. Here I belong; accepted unconditionally. Once human, now ookami. Forever.
Owari
Title: Father
Author: Talon
Rating: Adult++
Characters: That would be telling.
Genre: AU
Words: 500
Summary: That would also be telling.
Warnings: Guys…really. This is my week. You get no warnings. But I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised anyhow.
Author’s note: Written with gakusei in mind, and also Abraxas. Written for IYhed though, for
And for myself, cause I am intrigued by this scenario and have not written it yet.
Crack!! CRACK!!! Wet rawhide is unforgiving in the best of circumstances. I can smell my blood as the final blows are applied to my bare and upturned bottom, my wrists rubbed raw with my inability to keep still for my much-deserved punishment.
My father…how easily I have moved from calling him my foster-father to just father…holds the punishment strap at his side now. Other hands unbind my wrists from where I am bent over the rock. My tears and snot mix with the dirt pups naturally pick up in the course of a day’s play.
“Make your proper apologies.” Daddy’s voice was firm and calm, like always. I stumble to my feet, and kneel, lifting my neck to the bitch whose food I had stolen from her pot on a dare from my packmates. She looks down at me, considering, and then her tail flicks once and she leans down and strokes my face. “I’m satisfied.” And I am forgiven. There are no grudges, here. I had wronged her, been caught, punished and apologized. And this is the end of this matter.
The rest of the pack, most of which had gathered to watch my punishment disperse, and my father helps me stand. I put my arms around his waist and beg, cry for his forgiveness too, because my father is pack leader, and my actions shame him. I do not want to be sent away.
“So silly my pup,” he says as he takes me back to our cave. There my cousins greet us joyfully, bounding up and down on their paws, their noses and tongues trying to soothe my welted bottom. They lick my leather covered hand, bound with intricate knots and beads without fear.
Kneeling on the bed of furs and fluff, he licks the welts he himself has just given me, and another shame appears. But it isn’t shame. Daddy says it’s love. No matter what the monks in the monastery said when they cast me out. I whine, like my pack mates, and he hushes me, pressing my shoulders down, and my bottom up higher. His calloused hands caress my small hardness; I hear him flip away his kilt.
“Daddy,” I implore. I don’t know if I am begging for forgiveness, or for something I yet have no words for. He shushes me again and I feel the slick, blunt head of his wolfcock press against my hidden hole.
“Howl for me, pup,” he says softly as he presses his thickness inside me with tenderness and love even through the pain. I howl as he mounts me; as my ookami brothers do. His hands stroke me soothingly as he sheathes himself.
I am no longer Miroku, shamed, cursed, human orphan. I am Miroku, the son of Kouga Prince of the Mountain Wolf Tribe.
He mounts me as though I were born of his seed, and loves me as though I were born to his pack. Here I belong; accepted unconditionally. Once human, now ookami. Forever.
Owari