The skin that hadn’t yet healed bunched up, causing a different kind of pain than when he was hit, and Yan grimaced.
“If you get hit here again, it might burst open.”
“That’s true…”
Yan murmured in a small voice. It wasn’t just because he had to respond to his master’s words—he genuinely meant it. Even now, it throbbed whenever he sat down, and getting hit there again would truly be unbearable.
“Then we can’t have that. I don’t want you to break.”
Procion spoke in a deliberately merciful voice. Yan felt relief but also an inexplicable uneasiness. He wasn’t foolish enough to hope this would really be the end of it. That meant he would receive some other punishment, and whether that would be better for him remained uncertain.
“Let’s do this.”
“…?”
Procion pulled on Yan’s right wrist. This caused his bent-over posture to collapse. Yan supported himself with his shoulder and glanced back slightly. The blond handsome man wore a pleased expression.
“Since you came prematurely because of your overly aroused hole, we’ll have to punish the hole.”
Yan was horrified. Procion was speaking as if he was going to hit someone other than Yan. But the “overly aroused hole” in question was Yan’s.
“P-Procion… Ah!”
Yan couldn’t finish his sentence. A thin switch had struck his buttocks. Only then did Yan realize his mistake.
“…Master.”
“Yes.”
At Procion’s tone that suggested nothing was wrong, Yan’s lips merely quivered. He wanted to ask if there wasn’t some other punishment instead, but he couldn’t for fear of an even worse penalty.
“If you think you can’t endure it, tell me now.”
A husky voice whispered in his ear. Procion had grabbed Yan’s hair and pulled his head up as he spoke. The voice, as wicked as a devil’s, was simultaneously seductive. But Yan shook his head slightly.
“No, I can endure it.”
Yes, all of this was training to become a man worthy of Sirius. Hadn’t he heard just hours ago, “If you’re truly prepared to accept everything, you’re free to like me as much as you want”? Sirius had even encouraged him by saying, “Good luck.”
He could endure it. Thinking about it, the hole had a smaller area than the buttocks, so it might hurt relatively less. Yan firmly resolved not only to endure but also to transform into a masochist who could even find pleasure in this.
Procion found Yan amusing and smiled deflated, but he didn’t deliberately frighten him further. He pulled Yan’s wrist, making him spread his own buttocks.
“Next time we should do some grooming.”
He had prepared according to what he’d learned on the internet, but what did “grooming” mean? As if reading Yan’s curiosity, Procion pressed the tip of the switch against the tender flesh and said:
“I’ll have to shave your hair.”
Well, there’s no need to postpone that, is there?
It seemed Procion had changed his mind in a short time as he muttered this. Then he got up from the bed and went somewhere, apparently to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Yan remained in the position Procion had specified, spreading his buttocks.
“Let’s start lightly for now.”
When Procion returned, he held a razor in his hand—not an electric one, but a disposable razor from the hotel amenities. When the razor blade touched his buttocks, Yan’s back twitched. But realizing that moving would only hurt himself, he tried hard to stay still.
“Much better.”
Procion muttered as he roughly removed the hair around the hole. Although Yan couldn’t see it directly, he could feel the body hair being shaved. It might have been his imagination, but his flesh felt cold as it was exposed to the air. The fact that an already exposed area was being made even more exposed nearly brought tears to his eyes.
“Now. I wonder how many strikes this hole needs to learn its lesson?”
Yan hesitated whether to answer. It was phrased as a question but somehow felt like a soliloquy. His instinct was correct, as a real question followed belatedly.
“Do you believe in superstitions, Yan?”
“Um, I guess I’m pretty average about it.”
Yan answered vaguely. He wasn’t greatly interested in the occult, but he had tried tarot reading before, so he wasn’t entirely disbelieving of superstitions. Above all, dealing with non-human intelligent species like vampires and werewolves made him unconsciously rely on superstitions. This wasn’t just Yan’s tendency but also that of his fellow police officers.
“Good. Then you must also know about the superstition regarding the number ’13’?”
“…Yes.”
’13’ is an unlucky number. There’s even a famous superstition about avoiding Friday the 13th. Although he’d never had such a jinx himself, Yan suddenly felt the number 13 ominous.
“Since thirteen strikes might make your hole unfortunate, let’s add two more. How does that sound, good?”
Yan squeezed out his voice and barely answered, “Yes.” What was good about it? From now on, the most ominous number in Yan’s world would be 15, not 13.
The whoosh of the switch cutting through the air sounded similar to a snake flicking its tongue. Yan’s palms were sweating with fear of the pain to follow. He had been holding his buttocks apart in this position for several minutes already. Realizing that it was difficult to maintain the posture with just his right hand, Procion pulled Yan’s left hand to help spread his buttocks as well.
The freshly shaved hole was slightly exposed. Procion leisurely admired everything from there down to the perineum and connected dick. Then came the moment.
“Aagh!”
The vertical switch struck Yan’s hole. Yan let go of his hands. But even in the midst of this, remembering how he had been sternly instructed to count, he quickly added, “One.”
Procion waited until Yan resumed his position. Feeling the silent pressure from behind, Yan had no choice but to spread his buttocks again.
With a whoosh, the second strike fell.
“Two…!”
This was truly a kind of pain he had never experienced before in his life. It was a part of his body he normally forgot was even there, a part he never expected could hurt like this. It seemed that even having his rear torn by a monstrously large dildo wouldn’t hurt this much.
“Th-three!”
Yan managed to count, all while wriggling his shoulders and trying to crawl forward. It was a pitiful attempt by instinct to escape the pain. But the distance was less than a few centimeters, and the fourth strike lashed Yan’s hole.
“Four…!”
The fifth and sixth strikes followed in quick succession with barely any interval. Yan finally shed tears. His hole and perineum were certainly inflamed bright red by now. Perhaps because it was such a sensitive area, it seemed to hurt more than being hit elsewhere.
“Hng, ungh…”
As he rubbed his face against the sheet to cool down, Procion mocked Yan.
“You look like a male dog in heat, not knowing what to do with itself.”
Whether he was a male or female dog, what did it matter? He needed to do something to disperse the burning pain. Perhaps it was because he was shaking like a dog in heat, as Procion said, but his dick also ached slightly as it shook. It was because of the catheter.
“Se-seven!”
Yan screamed the number and curled his toes. Both his back hole and front hole hurt too much. In the midst of the overwhelming pain, resentment toward Procion began to emerge. No matter how much he had failed his homework, to give such a punishment was going too far even by human standards.
“That’s why you shouldn’t let your hole wander around without your master’s permission.”
At that moment, Procion rebuked Yan’s behavior. He was rubbing the hole with two fingers as he spoke. This made the pain somewhat less intense. Yan responded with a tearful voice, “Yes, yes.”
“Eight…”
The switch struck again. This time he nearly let go of his hands, but Yan steadfastly kept his buttocks spread. He barely endured the ninth and tenth strikes as well.
Procion’s words about not letting his hole wander without his master’s permission echoed in his mind. Yes, he was receiving this punishment because he had failed to complete his task. If he had endured well in the bathroom, he might not have suffered this pain. Perhaps he might have received a reward instead of punishment.
Making such assumptions, Yan felt foolish for ejaculating in Sirius’s hand without any shame. At the time, he had thought, “It doesn’t matter,” but if he could turn back time, he wouldn’t do it. Even if it meant rejecting Sirius’s touch, he wouldn’t have ejaculated…
“Ah!”
Yan couldn’t continue his thought. At the thirteenth strike, that ominous number, he let go of his hands. It was because of the sweat on his palms. Yan hurriedly wiped his right hand on the sheet and quickly spread his buttocks again.
“Good boy.”
Though Yan expected to be scolded for the slip-up, surprisingly, Procion didn’t seem displeased. He patted Yan’s buttocks as if he were a playful puppy. The vibration traveled to his back hole and dick, making Yan clench his teeth. Not only was his rear a problem, but his front with the catheter was also an issue. Besides the pain, the foreign sensation was strange.
“Fo-fourteen…!”
The unexpected strike erased all other sensations. Yan forgot about the foreign feeling in his dick and all other pain. All he could feel was the pain in his hole and perineum. From the middle of the punishment, the numbness had actually made it hurt less, but now it hurt more, perhaps because the flesh had swollen.
Yan’s chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily. Procion let Yan calm down before saying:
“This is the last one.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now, why are you being punished?”
His mind was in complete disarray from the pain, which overshadowed even his shame. Yan tried hard to recall.
Why? Why was he having a catheter with a crystal inserted in his dick, having the hair around his back hole shaved, and being hit with a switch…?
“I-I didn’t complete my homework… I ejaculated in the bathroom…”
The answer came out. But Procion didn’t say whether it was correct or incorrect. Yan sobbed and added, as if explaining a formula:
“A dog that sh-shits anywhere… needs toilet training…”
He was quoting Procion’s words. Finally satisfied with the answer, Procion lightly flicked the switch against Yan’s hole.
