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Ros wasn't one to make demands of people, especially not his mistress, Ivaka. That's not to say Ros didn't have needs, it's just he kept them to himself. He tried to be proactive, attentive and hard-working on the basis that people respected those who put in effort, but being well-behaved had unintended consequences - namely, you didn't get noticed. Ivaka had styled herself as a mother to the Kyyreni boy, but it was the toublemaker, Hafn who got all the attention.

The only person who really seemed to notice Ros was Kas, the Medicalos. Like Ros, he was a Rejuve; a boy returned to childhood by marvels of technology. He liked to act tough and in control, but he was physically seven. Puberty was at least three years away for Kas, and true adulthood was seven or more years down the line. Ros, now six, was even more vulnerable and separated from adulthood; not just by age, but by his wholly different station. He was a Penitatas - a criminal, sold into indentured servitude to pay off his debt to society, and made a child... well, that he still wasn't certain of. Nobody was, really. Maybe it made him easier to control? Maybe it was humiliation?

Such concerns were worlds away when Kas came to visit. It had been a hectic time; Ros had been pushing extra hard to be noticed, Ivaka had taken in a runaway Penny who was about to be turned over to the Enforcers Guild, and his friend Lyy had been subject to a public punishment that sounded like torture. Whether he knew it or not, he needed an out - an escape from duties, worries and the general pressure of life. That was Kas.

It all happened so quickly. One minute they were sat in a group of Kyyreni Rejuves: Skal with his master, Kadan; Kas, like Kadan, representing the Guild; Lyy seeking comfort and Hafn awkwardly trying to rebuild a friendship. The next thing he knew, Ros and Kas were headed upstairs. He couldn't even pin down why he'd done it, especially as he knew he risked getting in trouble. In the moment, the prospect of being selfish - of running to his room with someone who wanted his attention and no-one else - was intoxicating.

"Finally, alone at last!" Kas chuckled as he did a slow twirl in the middle of the bedroom. "I've been dreaming of this moment!"

"Oh?" Ros asked quietly. He flicked his tail aside and sat himself on the bed. The grin of Kas' muzzle showed he liked Ros' choice of seat.

"Oh yes, I have been longing to get you alone again, to show you how much I missed you..."

Kas leaned in close with a hungry look upon his face, but Ros planted a paw firmly on his chest to halt his advances. "I've told you before I'm not a prostitute."

The grin faded instantly. "I... I'm sorry, I was just trying to be playful. I thought you'd like it." Kas knelt down between Ros' legs, placing his paws on the younger boy's knees. "I really did miss you, and not just because of what we did in the steam room. The truth is I get lonely. Skal has his girlfriend, and Kadan called him 'son' in front of me. I felt... left out, you know? The kid who's supposed to be punished gets love and family, and here I am with no-one."

Ros slipped off the bed to join Kas on the floor. "I know exactly how that feels," he said, and nuzzled against the older boy. They held one another tightly, sweetly, wordlessly. After a short time, Ros felt Kas squirm in his grip.

"One second, I'm a little confined," Kas chuckled as he popped the button on his pants and allowed the tip of his boyhood to poke free. With a light blush he added, "I did say I'd missed you!"

"And you want me to take care of that?" Ros asked, brushing a finger over Kas' sensitive, swelling tip.

The boy shuddered at the touch, but answered, "No, I want you to feel good first. I got my fun last time, so it's only fair. Up on the bed!"

Ros giggled at the order. He rose to his feet and pulled up his shirt, revealing his soft, blond belly fur. While tangled, Kas lunged for his shorts and tugged them down, revealing Ros' sac. Before Ros could free his head, Kas flicked his tongue over the tip of Ros' sheath, and the sudden sensation made him lose balance. The boy tumbled onto the mattress, only to be pounced on while still blindfolded by his shirt. "You are going to stay right there!" Kas purred.

Ros had no intention of arguing. The feeling of warm breath on his tip, combined with the ad-hoc blindfold and Kas' assertiveness was making his boyhood swell, and it was greeted by the soft, wet touch of Kas' lips. Ros murred with pleasure as lips gave way to tongue, and the wonderful roughness of his partner's tongue made the swelling ever faster and more urgent. Careful fingers teased his sac, tickling as the tongue's motions became more forceful. Coaxed by Kas' eager attention, Ros gave a yelp of excitement as he felt his knot begin to form, first as a pressure within his sheath before rising free and swelling rapidly to full girth. The Kyyreni boy squirmed free of his shirt and watched as Kas eagerly took his whole length into his mouth, sucking lovingly and sending shivers of pleasure racing up Ros' spine. "Oh Gods, I'm close!" the boy yelped, looking down into Kas' hungry eyes as the boy pulled back to leave his meat twitching desperately in the open.

"Popping already?" Kas chuckled as he massaged the tip of Ros' cock with his fingers. "How many times have you popped since your rejuve?"

"N-never!" Ros gasped. His fingers clawed at the bedsheets as Kas held him cruelly on the edge of climax. "P-please let me cum!"

"Oh I will," Kas purred as he released Ros' member. "I'm going to tease you to the edge of madness and then, when I let you, you'll cum so hard it'll paint the ceiling!" Ros whimpered as Kas leaned in once more, running his tongue over Ros' knot. The sensation made the boy's eyes roll up, and all he could do was lie still and pant as his mind drowned in ecstasy. He couldn't even form words, so lost was he in the bliss of Kas' tongue. His pent up, desperate need for climax only grew with every stroke and squeeze and lick, but somehow he could never reach the peak he longed for. It felt as if his balls would burst, but his sensitivity only grew as he was edged, making his need for release almost painful.

"Oh, someone's ready!" came a teasing whisper from between Ros' legs. "I want you to count down from five. When you finish counting, you get to cum. Ready?"

Ros nodded urgently. "F-five!" he gasped, the word almost lost between lustful whimpers. "Four... t-t-three... t-two..."

"What the Hell is going on here?" came a furious cry from the doorway. Kas bolted upright in sheer terror, but Ros was near paralytic and could only open his eyes and turn to stare into the enraged glare of his mistress, Ivaka.

Kas raised his hands in surrender, "I-I can ex-"

"Get out!" Ivaka snapped at him. "Get out right now before I have you barred for life!"

The Medicalos needed no further prompting. Kas bolted for the stairs and was halfway down before he remembered his pants were undone, and he vanished completely moments later. Ros lay where Kas had left him, shaking and beetroot with shame. Ivaka kept her gaze firmly on his face as she approached, thin-lipped and fuming. "I can't believe this. If it were Hafn I'd not be surprised, but you're supposed to be the good one!"

Ros gave no reply. Nothing he could think of seemed to be worth saying. He didn't even bother to try and cover himself, remaining pinned to the bed by his mistress' narrowed eyes. "Stand up and lean against the bed," Ivaka said at last. "You might forget sometimes, but I expect you to act your physical age when it comes to... relationships. I'm going to make sure you remember that."

With his engorged boyhood still throbbing between his legs, Ros did as he was told. He knew from the rustling and creaking behind him exactly where Ivaka was, and guessed the implement of choice long before it smacked across the fur of his backside; a heavy, sturdy leather belt. It delivered a broad, thudding pain that was bearable in small doses, but with repeated use grew to an intolerable intensity. Ros braced as he heard the belt's whoosing approach and yelped loudly as it found its mark, leaving a wide, red line across both cheeks. With a paw firmly holding his tail and the bed preventing him moving forward, the Penny boy had no choice but to stand and whimper as the ache of the belt slowly faded, only to be suddenly, harshly refreshed by another stroke.

"Ow! No-aow! Ple-aaah!" Ros tried to plead his way out, as so many Penitatas had before, but it was clear no words were going to halt Ivaka's belting. Nor, he learned swiftly, would tears. Each stroke of the belt drew another yelp from his throat and caused fresh streaks to form down his muzzle as he blubbed and cried as he was supposed to, and with each snap and jolt of his hips his shameful erection bounced and twitched.

The spanking wasn't making his hard-on recede. Ros remained as pent-up and desperate as ever. Worse, as the belt smacked his backside again and again, he felt that mind-numbing desperation growing once more. He tried to squirm away, but his wriggling only made Ivaka swing faster and harder. "Ma! No-o-o! Pleaseyougottasto-o-op!"

"There's nothing you can say or do to get out of this, so just accept it!" Ivaka scolded, but she was wrong.

The pressure grew deep inside him, bubbling upwards. Ros felt his sac tighten, his cock bulge, and as the belt snapped against his rear once more the pain was all the sensation his body needed. The Penny boy flung his muzzle open and howled in pain and humiliation as a thick, pent-up load shot over the bedsheets. There was no hiding what had happened. Ros closed his eyes and bawled like a newborn as his boyhood pulsed of its own accord, emptying his young orbs of seed while his adoptive mother stood and watched in awkward silence. Ros' whole body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, which almost made his legs buckle with its ferocity. At last, with one last twitch and a final blob of cum, his knot began to shrink and his boyhood fled back into its protective sheathe, leaving Ros to suffer in the mess it left behind.

For the sobbing boy, the silence was the worst part. He clenched his eyes shut and turned his head away so as not to have to look at his mother, who hovered mute behind him. It felt like an eternity before she moved away, still not speaking, only to return soon after. A paw came to rest upon his shoulder and Ivaka said softly, "here, wipe yourself down."

Ros accepted the damp flannel with a trembling paw. While he did his best to clean his own mess out of his fur, she wiped down the bed and carpet. "I'll clean this properly later," she said, noting his shy glances. Once Ros stopped brushing at his fur, Ivaka took the flannel, placed it aside and settled onto the bed. With a soft grunt, Ros was lifted into her lap. "Are you alright? Do you want to talk about what just happened?"

"No!" the boy squealed, burying his muzzle in his paws out of shame. His reaction made Ivaka squeeze him all the tighter.

"Alright, hush now. We'll talk about this later," the Nightsider assured him.

"C-can Kas still come ar-round?" the boy whimpered as his crying died down to a few sniffles.

Ivaka considered the request. "So long as you keep your paws to yourselves, he can still visit. Promise me?"

"I promise," Ros replied with a nod.

"Okay. Get dressed then. Your friends are going to be wondering about what's happened to you."

The comment made Ros blush. "I... I think I'd rather not tell them."