Exorcism and Punishments
When you can’t punish two Yokais, use them for your purposes.
Story for an anonymous commissioner
Exorcism and Punishments
When you can’t punish two Yokais, use them for your purposes.
“That puny trinket will not-“
_ Snap __!
I did not have to see to know the enchantment had worked. The lips were tight, the jaw clenched, the body tense but at the ready. I still had my fingers up, prepared for another snap. Oh, I could feel their gazes upon me… Their fears, too. And the hatred of me while I sipped the wine in my domain, enjoying the luxury many a lifetime would not have produced.
To the outside world, I am a nobody. To those in the know, I am known as the Jackal. But to them… To the two Yokais who had joined my collection? I was their Master.
And I relished the feeling as their eyes were on me, watching and…_
_ Snap _!
_They coughed and retched, their hands going onto the golden collars wrapped around their necks, the same collars as the ones I wore. The same assemblage of rich gold, intertwined, that protected my so sensitive nape and descended to my collarbone.
Theirs were similar, though bigger and far more costly than what I wore. Far more than the jewels imprinted in the flesh were heavy with formulas, with seals inscribed within the rich, precious gems. But the return was bountiful and exciting as I aerated my wine and sipped it.
“It will not last as long. Jackal. Your failure lies in thinking we will gladly submit to your treatment.”
“Isn’t he stupid? We’re yokais. And he’s… him. Nothing can be done.”_
_The sweet irony was when I held them in my grasp. But their attempts at taunting me were for naught as I crossed my legs, letting translucent blue veil covering my hips flow over my black and gold fur while I focused my eyes, the four of them, on my two toys. My two actors.
“Madara… Misuzu…” I began, their bodies growing stiff as I spoke their names. “Open your legs and keep your hands on your nape.”
“I- Spiteful, Jackal.”_
_Spiteful. Maybe.
But I had the upper hand and they were… Mine.
Madara, the Wolf. So cold and haughty with his white fur dotted with red along his gold eyes and fluffy cheeks. His forehead was adorned with a red symbol, like a scythe or a staff. Large, massive even, he towered above me when on his legs.
As for Misuzu. He looked closer to an equine in many ways: black fur, elongated muzzle. But his eyes, painted red, were savage and brutal. Same as the protruding horns from his unruly fur, a threat the Yokai must have been using in the past.
But gone were the gold earrings with the bells attached. Gone were the kimonos. Gone was the pride…_
_Instead, the two Yokais had to bend and kneel, sitting down with their legs as spread as possible, while their hands were locked, unable to release them. Unable to cover their bodies, of black or white fur. I admired the tension going underneath the coat, as the pectorals tensed and the abdominal muscles coiled. When I stood up and stepped closer, my gaze had lowered to the prizes.
To their genitals.
To those powerful genitals that could have sired if they were not so… Brutish and arrogant. Instead, I held power over them as I pried my eyes away from the human-liked black cock and one foot landed on Misuzu’s right testicles, almost stomping on it while the Yokai neighed.
“Y-You bastard!” hissed the Horse, while Madara seemed to restrain a chuckle at the display. There was no sympathy between the Yokais._
_“Bastard indeed. I tire of your defiant glare, and for the incoming presentation, I need more than unruly toys,” I said, putting more weight on the testicles and watching the Horse Yokai quiver, the eyelids close.
“Abuse will not break me. Or make us willingly admit you are our master. You bound us, yes… But what else can you do but torment us?” said Madara, his head tilting with that same condescending attitude.
“Yes. You… Are not our masters.”_
_I scoffed. I laughed, emptying my wine and throwing it away.
The shattering glass broke the room’s silence while I walked around them… Then behind._
_ Snap __!
I kept my presence behind them, forcing the two Yokais to tremble and guess as they could not turn their heads towards me. I knew they were afraid, deep down. Terrorized like a beast about to be caught or culled.
But I would not… Torture them. More than necessary.
“Somehow. It was easy to catch you both. Perhaps it was your attitude or your dealings,” I said, snapping my fingers and holding a rope. Madara bent forward, and the Wolf hissed as I attached the rope around his precious low-hanging jewels, cinching the rope until the scrotum was pulled down and certainly raw to the Yokai.
“But everyone was keen on pointing your direction. Giving me advice. Or even begging for my help,” I continued, snapping the same way for Misuzu, admiring the large horse bending forward and neighing in despair when I yanked his precious jewels down before tying them._
_Then… Satisfied, I walked around. And returned to my seat, keen to receive another glass from one of my servants as I watched the two Yokais on their knees, trembling, quivering… drooling as if they were sick or rabid.
I admired the view, as much as noting their erection poking from either groin…
The red on the white. Black on gray.
“You attracted the ire of so many… But. I know how to ease their spirits.”_
_ Snap _!
_I heard the whine. I heard the howl. I heard the cries as they were forced to crawl forward, their fur scintillating with sweat as they were already breaking down from the boulders they had to carry with their testicles.
The teeth gritted, the eyelids closed, the tears ran. I took another sip.
“Let’s make a spectacle for our enemies.”_
-
“_You heard about this? Madara and Misuzu? Impossible.”
“But have you heard of them? It has been weeks. And they’re here?”
“Who’s that guy? I never saw his face.”
“He’s from the west, I heard.”_
_The place was crowded, and I was ready by the stage, hearing and watching through the curtains. It was easily a hundred… Or thousands. Nevertheless, they kept piling on in the theater and eagerly waiting for the ‘punishment’ of Madara and Misuzu.
“The place is positively full of people wanting to see you. Aren’t you proud?” I asked. And I heard a shameful gulp, as well as a shuffle.
“Yes. Sir.”
“We are, Sir.”
The demure voices had a remnant of spite. But it was something I preferred to keep at that moment; it is more intriguing to have a shameful toy than a mindless trinket. I chuckled, snapping my fingers to get their attention before I walked on the stage._
_The lights, reflected by mirrors, were blinding.
My four eyes blinked, the time I adjusted to the crowd of Yokais and Exorcists. The latter must have been curious to see what happened to two of the most powerful Yokais around.
That was my moment.
“Greetings! Greetings, dear witnesses! The West heard your tales of woes. Of the tempestuous horse, Misuzu, capable of devouring entire fields. Of the raucous wolf, Madara, whose strength served his dominion!” I declaimed, my chest burning while I silenced the crowd… And had all the eyes on me.
Parvenu was written on their faces, but I was not afraid as I bowed.
“You heard of their absence lately. As shameful as it is, they were my guests in my humble abode. As unruly as they were, I kept them fed, I protected them, and I taught them… Humility.”_
_A bell sang behind the curtains, one single note. But it was almost my cue as I chuckled, turning to the curtains.
“You might not believe me. Hence, I shall offer you a spectacle. Madara and Misuzu will present you… The virtues of Humility!”
I stepped aside, eager to savor the reaction to what I had prepared. And so, with the curtains pulled open, awe swept across the crowd.
Awe, stupor, consternation, fear… And excitement as the two powerful Yokais, powerhouses in their own right, advanced together._
_Their lithe bodies were for all to see as their sole garments, an open haori. The vests flew as they approached, the red flowers imprinted on the black fabric almost beautiful as the two monsters looked flustered.
For reasons. With each step, the enormous and weighty bells attached to their testicles sang. They hit their thighs and, should they run, would hit the precious testicles.
The Yokais approached, the hands close to their bodies, and so began the… Story._
_Theater. Drama. I was about to import it from the West. And I had for that the most intriguing actors. They were not professional performers, but it mattered not, since the crowd’s eyes were fixated on the dangling genitals and the bells swaying with each step.
Under my gaze, Misuzu and Madara donned the masks for the scene… And began their dances, aware and flustered, their genitals were flailing left and right with each movement, and their low-hanging testicles following._
_They had to dance.
The musicians I bought for the play were giving the pace, and the first scene was a mimic of Madara assaulting and bullying a fox spirit, impersonated by Misuzu.
I wanted them humiliated and reduced to pets, but not only. I wanted everyone to admire the feat of teaching them humility. I taught them their proper place… And satisfied, I let the two continue the theatrical scene of Madara, balls free, trying to act harsh and cold without a word while making Misuzu appear like a pitiable farmer.
I grabbed an inconspicuous donation box and began my route across the audience._
_“That’s… A feat you managed to do,” said an ox spirit from the audience.
“It is? They were pretty weak. But if you want to thank me, I accept any donation,” I said, extending the donation box with its coin slot.
“Are you a con artist?”
“Maybe. But I promise, the reward is beyond what you dream,” I said, trying to be suave.
Still, the ox spirit shrugged and slotted one coin, unaware of what would happen._
_A yelp.
On stage, Madara was holding onto his balls. Even the shamisen player I paid stopped while Madara’s eyes were red, his cock hard, and his precum dripping on the floor. And those eyes, they directed at me as I shrugged.
“Alas! I forgot to tell the audience the true importance of this spectacle,” I shouted, raising the donation box. “This spectacle is participative! For each coin you put in this box, Madara and Misuzu will feel the weight of two stones on their precious pride!”
“Fake!” “Impossible!” “Con artist!”_
_“If you do not believe me, believe them,” I chuckled as I pulled one coin from my purse and slid it into the slot.
There was another yelp, from Misuzu as the ‘fox spirit’ was suddenly on his knees and muzzle, holding dearly onto his dangling and painful pride.
“Is that true?” asked a human exorcist, unsure but yet so close to me.
“If they were such good actors, that’d be known to all. Plus… What is the value of one single coin against such delicious pain?”_
_The exorcist, old and aged, still frowned but produced a coin while eyeing Madara and Misuzu. He slotted it, and Madara dropped to the floor, prostrated much like Misuzu. He hissed and groaned pathetically. And begged.
“Please… N-No more!” he pleaded with one raised hand._
_But I denied it as I moved back to the stage, climbed on it, and put the donation box at the edge.
By then, all the audience’s eyes were on me and the box, the coins almost ready to be slotted.
“Alas for you, Madara! There will be more! The show must continue, my dear pets, or else your punishment will be worse. But our… Esteemable audience will have the right to make tonight’s entertainment more enjoyable! Pets! If you may!”
I clapped my hands and heard the pained grunts from Misuzu and Madara. The enchantment linked to the donation box wouldn’t wound them, only make them feel miserable.
And miserable they looked, even though the music resumed.
“Go on! We are at the first act, and there are four more!” I said, my sadistic glee uncontained._
_I saw the fear they had in their eyes, the hatred, the… Disdain.
But soon, Madara resumed the posture of the aggressor and Misuzu the poor victim. And I sat by the box, watching the delicious sound of the coins sliding in and increasing my fortune.
Each coin was a yelp… And soon, with that sadistic glee spreading to the whole audience, the flow of coins shifted.
At first, most went to pour their coins in, turning the spectacle to a stop with the two Yokais dripping, groaning, and prostrating on the scene from the pain.
But the more it went on, the more the audience decided to follow… The scenes._
_It truly became an interactive piece, with the most wounded bastards throwing a coin whenever the song reached an apex. Or whenever Misuzu was about to beat Madara with a stick for the representation. Or when Madara cackled, smug.
Even to this day, I remember this representation as the beginning of my art. And that day, I wasn’t only the ‘Jackal’, frowned upon and kept at an arm’s length.
I was… The artist. The creator of such a peculiar and enthralling piece.
And the acts continued._
_They continued when the yelps from Madara, the neighs from Misuzu marked each scene.
They flowed endlessly, showing all their crimes as bullies to their peers. It was a despicable demonstration of how those two had abused the people who worshiped them, stealing and lying. Of devouring and taking for granted what was the others’ treasure.
And I smiled… I smiled, much like the crowd that began to chant along the Shamizen, to clap their hands in rhythm, and stomp on the ground whenever a scene was about to reach the climax of the Yokais’ crime.
Only for a yelp to mark the chute, for the hoorays to echo through the expansive room, and for the cheers to follow the daring bastard who added a coin to the box._
_That night. I became right. So rich, I would later learn I couldn’t move the donation box on my own due to the sheer number of pieces in the diminutive box.
But the hours passed without me breaking a single sweat and enjoying the offered sake during the interludes.
Madara and Misuzu? They had no such respite as they had to move away and change their masks, exchange their roles between victim and bully. In their wake, they left trails of precum as I taught them the shameful pleasure from having their genitals abused.
And as such… The air was thick, pungent, marked by the growing lust amidst the jubilation.
The eyes were wandering, the lips smacking, the tongues licking, the mouth ravenous.
And I… Admired it as much as my work, finding pleasure and satisfaction in the echoing changes while Madara and Misuzu showed signs of exhaustion.
But… As the fifth act was coming to a close. I was not done._
_Not at all when I left the stage for a second and returned with two toys in hand.
For a second, Misuzu and Madara tried to leave the scene, but I signaled them to return and doff their masks, exposing their sweat-caked faces to the crowd as I placed the toys between their legs.
“Sit.”
Steadily… Slowly, I watched them sit down, and their faces contorted when something rigid and metallic met with their assholes. It was no spear, but they impaled themselves on those toys nonetheless. Phallic, massive, heavy. They were oversized representations of my pride, and adequate as they continued to lower themselves.
I even poked at their napes, ordering them to keep their hands behind their heads while the audience was in awe… And lustful.
Except for the humans who seemed disgusted and keen on leaving the place, unable to see more. During that era, the customs were different, but it did not affect me._
_Not at all as I advanced, watching those other Yokais playfully pleasing themselves. Some visibly and without shame. A few with shameful gropes here and there.
By then, I had advanced and embraced the crowd while my two pets were trembling behind me, quivering, and pathetically huffing. Their legs shook so much, they seemed on the verge of giving out in a matter of seconds. But I needed more time.
“Well! Well! Well! Dear audience! Did you enjoy such a spectacle?” I asked, gleeful as I summoned coin-filled purses in my hands.
“Yes!” “Finally! Someone who took those bastards down!” “Thank you, Sir Jackal!”_
_Their admiration was unfeigned. Years, decades even, of frustration and bullying had turned them antipathetic to Misuzu and Madara’s pleas.
The Wolf’s pelt was sticking to his skin from the sweat, and Misuzu was glistening under the reflected light.
The manes were undone, caked, grimey. And their genitals were hard, pointing up, with beads of white precum at the end as they kept the posture, the dildos rubbing against their needy spots._
_“I am glad… Thrilled you enjoyed such spectacle,” I continued, gleeful and mocking, weighing the coin purses. Thousands of coins were inside the tiny pouches.
“It is such a pleasure to please a public that has been so hard on me at the beginning. I was sadly afraid my art wouldn’t be recognized here, even with my two favorite actors. But I am glad I was wrong. I was wronged,” I said, gleefully.
“It was thanks to a few of you, Yokais, that I managed to find such two admirable performers. Alas, my guides couldn’t come tonight. Might I say they got… Lost?”_
_There was a nervous chuckle. They didn’t know how far I would go as I turned to Madara and Misuzu. The two were eying me, anxious, afraid… Terrorized even. They knew what kind of treatment I could do to anyone who wronged me. No, worse, to anyone I fancy.
They so desirably tried to speak, but one finger at my mouth and they were silenced. Unable to say as the fear began to appear on their faces, different masks they wore. For me. For my audience, I raised my arms in the air.
“But fret not. Because this spectacle is yet to be done, for years, I have devised a way to capture Madara and Misuzu, to tie down two powerful Yokais. And for what? For pleasure, my friends. For the joy and satisfaction of watching the powerful drop and beg.”_
_“This day? It is no different. But I am sharing it with you. You, my audience. You, who shares the same distant blood as I. And this day… Well. I offer you a vision unseen by anyone else. So… beg. Beg my Yokais!”
The crowd’s attitude shifted, in fear and consternation. Then awe when I turned my palms, and from my pouches, a cascade of coins rolled directly into the donation box’s slot.
Followed then the most heart-wrenching and powerful yelp from Madara, and a deafening neigh from Misuzu._
_The two Yokais' legs had fallen, and the two were found impaled on the sex toys, their testicles tortured and pulled down by the enchanted bells. Even on the floor, the two would feel the pull. And they felt it as they cried and shouted and hollered to the covered sky…
While from their erected cocks, a flow of cum spurted free.
Like a river, the rich and steamy cum went out and flowed outward without a break. It was like two fountains at once, their scrotum clenching and pulling on their enormous testicles while their cocks, hard and red, kept spewing and spewing._
_They gave their all. And it was, like I said, two fountains.
The liquid was so rich and dense, it formed dollops before the stage’s slight inclination forced the cum to flow outward, towards the audience, as I continued to add more coins to the box, more pain to my toys, and more intensity to their orgasms.
Their whines and cries were intensifying, in a crescendo I listened to with my teeth glimmering._
_And I saw the crowd that was already getting handsy and anxious as the cum flow went closer and closer, the steam emanating from the burning-hot semen attracting the eyes as well as the noses.
I admired the tension in the clenched fists, gritted teeth, and flailing tails. But just as well, I admired the tension releasing, the traits relaxing, the limbs going limp. I was mesmerized by the smiles appearing, the hands drifting, the bodies meeting.
Lust appeared and permeated the room while my two Yokais continued to scream and cry, their tears streaking across their faces as their testicles were still pulled and hadn’t changed in volume or size._
_It would take a lot to milk them dry. But that night, I did not intend to milk them dry.
Just enough to prove how much power I had over them._
_ Snap __!
Madara’s howls went higher, and Misuzu’s neighs were practically deafening as they followed the order I’d given them… The moment they snapped, they were to experience everything I gave them… To the true value. The pain in their genitals, the soreness from the constant ejaculation, the prodding in their assholes.
They were not free to move, but I offered the experience of true pain as I dropped the pouches and approached them, passing a hand over their necks and shoulders.
“You… My- My ass! You told us!”
“I told you?” I cooed.
“You told us! We’d be free! And unaffected!” shouted Misuzu, his voice going higher a second as the dildo again teased his prostate, and another shot came free.
“I did? No. I wouldn’t. I said you’d be free from your worries,” I answered, kissing Madara’s neck and finding it trembling. “There. Your worries. They will be gone.”
“Wh-What do you imply?”
I turned to Misuzu, following the question, to kiss his neck and hold onto his face… Stroking it while watching the tremors going through that massive body as another orgasm was milked from him.
Their balls were still pulled, perhaps from the enchantment that had reached its limits to the point of having a buffer._
_Nevertheless, I stroked that exposed chest, then descended my fingers to that shaft, to that organ that was redder and burning under my touch, more so as I had my claws dancing along the corona, slightly pulling on it.
“What do you mean, Jackal?” hissed Madara, with a hint of anger and of that fire he possessed, before.
“What do I mean?”_
_I scoffed, turned to Madara to kiss his cheeks. With the collar, he couldn’t fight me. Couldn’t fight my embrace as I grabbed his face and guided him into a kiss. Soft. Gentle. Barely me. Then I forced him to look towards the audience, guiding his chin with an iron grip.
“What do you see?” I asked.
“People…”
“Yokais.”
“Fucking.”_
_Oh yes. They were fucking. The air was thick with the odor of sex and abuse. The audience, devoid of humans, had degenerated into a fuckfest. Cocks were dripping freely or inside someone else.
The lips met, the hands touched, stroked, and explored. The assholes were taken, plundered, and abused. And they were all too busy to even care what was on the stage as I led Madara into another kiss.
“Fucking, yes. You don’t know how powerful you are. The two of you,” I chuckled to Misuzu, reaching to kiss him, to forcefully toy with his tongue as he came again, his eyes rolling.
“N-No.”
“Your fluids are powerful enough to make them savage and needy. Pliable, even. They don’t care about what I’m doing. And they won’t care when they’ll have them all collared and at my service.”_
_The fear ran cold through the Horse’s spine.
It ran faster when he held onto his testicles.
“They dared to refuse me. To mock me and my art. In return… I will capture them, turn them into mindless toys like you. But thank you for being the best baits I could have.”
“Don’t…”_
_ Snap __!
“Cum… More. Without a stop.”_
-
“From there, it was quite easy to progress. I had the attention of the Yokai underworld and the most powerful servants at my beck and call,” I chuckled, accepting the sake from my servant’s white hands.
“Still. Such actions could be considered as cruel… And abusive. Have you not been… Pursued for enslaving them?”
“Pursued by whom? Their families?” I smile, showing my white teeth as I sip the acrid beverage. “No. They know if they do, they expose themselves to my ire. They know better than to be foolish.”
“Still. Some people consider you to be controversial, sir.”
“Maybe. Perhaps. But they were so keen on accepting me, for once, when I tortured someone else. Everyone has a price, whether paid in blood, fear, or gold. You must have one, too.”
“Sir! I-! I am but a reporter! You promised you wouldn’t do anything to me.”
“Yes, I promised. I promised I wouldn’t raise a hand or finger against you, unless asked. But surely, you are not so… Unaffected, are you?”
I peer at the little mouse reporter before me, a young Yokai whose talent is lacking and whose name shall die down even if he’d been raised to his current role through nepotism. The legs crossed and clenched, he is doing a poor job at hiding the boner in his pants.
But again… He is funny and enjoyable.
Snap!
“Madara? Misuzu? Would you help him get more comfortable?”
There is no answer. It is not like they can answer my orders. They are but my puppets, and as usual, the naked, except for bowties, Yokais move closer to the reporter.
“You-! You can’t!”
“Can’t what? Let you enjoy the most fearsome and powerful Yokais of the former era? I wouldn’t dare do something against you and your pleasure.”
I smile, watching the poor rodent tremble as my servants already cover him with kisses and attentions, their glazed eyes barely focusing on the body they’re stripping bare. Layers… After layers.
But the Mouse barely resists. The voice trembles and shrills, the squeak comes when the cock is grabbed by powerful hands. But I hear no more refutal when the mouths meet… And I watch Madara and Misuzu’s cock coating the mouse’s arms with cum, drenching the gray fur in that pungent odor.
One odor that seems to ease the mouse’s mind while I take another sip, smiling.
“There’s no need to be afraid. I provide pleasure to my staff. As long as they are ready to give their all to me.”