Chapter 31

Reunions and Cleansings

Ten Minutes Later...

After Tommy had explained how Mick and Jet had rescued him from the brothel, and how kind, welcoming and understanding they were, Bishop was greatly moved. Not just at the fact of how they were with his son, but also how they were intent on fighting Cailus tooth-and-nail. That, and after seeing how happy Tommy was at the beach before he swooped in left Bishop feeling guilty for having to put his son through that violent display.

"I see... I must apologize to all of you." Bishop said. "Ever since we came into Cailus's servitude, I have had to do everything in my power to try and keep Tommy safe... I would even go so far as to alter the schedules of his conditionings behind Cailus's back after I submitted, so Tommy would not go through as much pain as I had."

Tommy looked up at his father, clearly surprised. "You... You did? Dad... I didn't know..."

"It's alright, Tommy. Don't feel bad. I could not tell you, for fear Cailus would find out." Bishop reassured. "You have always been on my mind, though it may not have seemed like it... I've always had you in my prayers to The Five Paragons, even after I broke..."

Mick raised an eyebrow. "The Five Paragons? I assume those are figures in your religion?"

Bishop nodded. "Unlike on this foreign world where there are many different faiths, there is only one on my home world of Sepharth. It is a very old, ancient religion that has been passed down from generation to generation, for thousands upon thousands of years... We call this religion Aryndo - The path of light."

"Interesting." Mick said. "Go on..."

"As I said before, Aryndo is the only religion on Sepharth, and it is widely practiced by my people. Unlike other known religions, there is no stigma or sin in this faith's texts against being gay or bisexual. The religion of Aryndo strives to embrace love, understanding, peace, and justice for all against evil. The symbol of this religion is a gem wrapped in gold wire, worn around the neck like a pendant on a string of small beads, like the one I wear now..." Bishop parted his wings slightly, raising his head and showing his neck, allowing everyone to view the pendant: A large, sapphire blue gem wrapped in gold wire, hanging from a piece of common necklace string adorned with small, colorful beads.

"Also, practicers of Aryndo have a very deep, sacred code that we take to heart: We call it 'Specia Eracism.'" Bishop continued. "It is the removal from existence of the belief that one race or species is superior to another. To the Aryndo faith, the lives of every race and species that exists in the mortal plane are all created equal, no more and no less."

"Well, yes I find that very fascinating, but can we pause this discussion of theology for a little bit?" Symon spoke up, letting Hatred lean on him while Xen supported Zarch. "Because I would _really like_to get back up to the villa, and make sure Zhal, Zarch, Chaos, and Hatred don't have any broken bones from that crazy, dragon kung-fu gun-fu fighting fiasco!"

"That is a good point. Let's go back up to the villa and look them over, just in case." Egad agreed. "Apologies, everyone. I'm afraid we will have to try having the beach day again tomorrow."

"It's alright, Master. We all understand." Jet said, the coven nodding in agreement.

"Symon, please... You don't need to worry-" Zarch grunted, then tensed up holding his side.

"Zarch, don't start." Symon said flatly as they all started to walk, Chaos being carried by Amon, and Hatred holding onto Symon's arm with a slight limp. "You and your sons are getting a look over, along with a quick medi if you need it, and that's final~!" The fox finished in a singsong voice.

Hatred grunted a bit as he was helped up the path. "...I guess we don't have a say in the matter?"

"No~!" Symon answered again with a singsong voice.

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Two Hours Later...

After they got back to the villa and Bishop had brought his Harley-Davidson into the garage, Symon examined the wolves in one of the bedrooms. He took his time, and was very thorough, passing over their bodies with a variety of med scanners. It may have taken two hours, but they knew Symon was just looking out for them. After that, Symon set them up with supportive body braces on their injured limbs.

"Well... None of you have any broken bones, thank god. Just some strained ligaments and tendons, the worst-case scenario is you will also end up with some very large and tender bruises. I can only assume your durability has something to do with your demon blood and characteristics. Also, I would like to give you three some chiropractic adjustments later. Keep those braces on please, with the exception of when you have to bathe. It will help with the healing process and keep everything lined up proper. You guys will have to take it easy for a few days, though. Meaning no extreme athletic activities or pushing yourselves physically."

"That's good to hear. Thanks, Symon." Zarch and his sons thanked the fox doctor.

With that, they stepped out into the living room and into the kitchen, seeing Bishop sitting in one the chairs near the table talking with Egad and Tommy. Bishop was fully naked while Xen and Jet worked on removing his obedience equipment with some tools. The collar, manacles, and cock ring were secured with electronic locks and would need some of the circuitry bypassed to unlock them, making it a tedious, difficult task. Bishop sat still, regardless.

"I'm not surprised at the lengths you went to find us after Tommy went missing from Pete's brothel." Egad said. "If I had any children, I would end up doing the same thing... Anyways, you were saying something earlier about an ability to make psychic connections with people just by physical contact?"

"Yes." Bishop said. "That is an ability some of my people can use, if we are chosen. We learn how to harness it during our manhood ceremonies when we turn 20 and are no longer recognized as children. My manhood ceremony was ten years ago, as I am only 35 years of age. I still need to put Tommy through his manhood ceremony, since he is one year late. Also, even after we master the basics of these abilities, we can continue to develop and refine this ability as our lives go on-"

A sudden discharge popped from Bishop's manacle on his left foot while Jet was working on the bypass, zapping the fennec with a mild shock, and showering him with sparks! "Augh! Ow, dammit!" Jet dropped his circuit router, jerking his hand away, waving it about from the after-effect of the current. "Geez, that hurt!"

"You okay, Jet?" Xen asked, pausing in his work to look down.

"...Yeah, I'll be okay." Jet said, nursing a few fingers on the hand that took the current. "It's only a little zap. I'll have Symon look over it later." He then picked up the tool and resumed.

"Still, judging by how sensitive and touchy they are, these chips are super-advanced, nothing like the collar and ring we removed from Tommy when he was brought in. Hell, those were child's play. But these... These are in a class of their own." Xen said while he worked on Bishop's collar. "The most time I can estimate for us to finish is two more hours, and we are already two hours in. Cailus must have a large cash flow to afford things like these..."

Egad nodded. "We are both self-made billionaires and business entrepreneurs, so that's not a surprise. However, even though he is successful in business ventures, my brother isn't a pleasant guy to work with. A good number of his deals end up going south due to his abusive personality and over-aggressive attitude-"

Suddenly another discharge went through the collar, sending a moderate shock of three seconds through Bishop's body as the dragon tensed up, his eyes closing tightly as he clenched his teeth with a sharp grimace! He was left panting in pain afterwards.

"Oh my god!" Xen exclaimed, he and Jet dropping their tools to check the dragon's vitals. "Bishop! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry amigo, I must have accidentally tripped a wrong pathway..."

Bishop recovered, opening his eyes. "Trust me, Xen... That pain is nothing, compared to the past five years we've endured..."

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That Evening...

6:00 PM

Once his obedience equipment had been removed, Bishop walked down with Tommy, Zarch, Amon, and Galen to the commune bath. Once Zarch opened the door, Bishop viewed the bathing pool with an impressed expression. "That looks very luxurious, but I assume I'm not going to be cleaned in there due to my... contamination from the dumpster routine I mentioned?"

Zarch nodded with a sigh. "I'm afraid so. Even though the bathing pool is self-cleaning and maintaining, it wouldn't be able to handle the... Particulates covering some of your scales. Come with me."

Zarch led Bishop into the room with the sinks, the others close behind. Stepping into the room revealed a heavy-duty commune shower, with plenty of utensils for scrubbing and decontamination: loofas, sponges, and medium-strength bristle scrub brushes that were not too harsh but could still provide a good clean. Standing inside was Jet, Chaos, and Hatred. They had stripped down and were holding some of the cleaning utensils and disinfectant soaps in their hands.

"...Okay, I'll bite: Why are they in here?" Bishop asked.

"Jet, Chaos, and Hatred are going to help clean and disinfect you." Zarch explained. "They will also file your horns and talons a little... Get them to shine."

"Like hell they are..." Bishop started to turn and leave, but Zarch, Galen, and Amon quickly blocked the door and cut him off.

"Get in the shower." Zarch said, kindness and concern in his tone.

"No." Bishop said flatly. Zarch then brought a hand up above Bishop's shoulder blade, holding it karate-chop style as his eyes started to slightly glow, ready to defend himself and strike pressure points if he needed to while standing his ground.

"Get. In. The shower." Zarch repeated, his tone more commanding.

Bishop shot Zarch a glare. "Or what?"

"Dad, please... Just get in the shower..." Tommy said with a slight whine. Bishop looked over to his son. Tommy was looking at him with a classic, pleading, and sad-looking pout, his eyes twinkling a bit as he stood with his hands behind his back in a feminine, twink-like pose.

Bishop's heartstrings were once again being tugged as Tommy gave him his "Daddy's-Boy" eyes. Bishop looked at Zarch, both eyebrow ridges raised. "Really?"

Zarch's only response was a slight smirk tugging at one side of his mouth.

Bishop finally relented as he rolled his eyes. "Fine..."

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As Bishop was bathed with help from Jet, Chaos, and Hatred, he couldn't help but feel weird: The water from the shower was hot and comforting, melting away the tension and stiffness in his muscles, the soap smelling a very nice scent of beechwood despite being disinfectant. Not only that, but Chaos, Hatred, and Jet were taking great care while they helped to scrub down more of the difficult and offending particulates, being gentle and soothing in their touches. The entire shower was very sensual, almost erotic for Bishop. Nothing like what he had to go through with Cailus, when he was cleaned with cold, spraying hoses... It was a welcome change, and Bishop embraced it. He even ended up letting Hatred clean and scrub his cock down with a soft sponge. Granted, he ended up getting hard while Hatred did this, showing off his impressive length of 22 inches. Bishop, being bisexual, wasn't embarrassed in the slightest though, even when he noticed Jet, Hatred, and Chaos staring at his long and hard wood with awe and even sexual hunger. In fact, Bishop even became a bit flirtatious and deviant, asking them if they "Saw something that they liked" in a teasing tone, and to go ahead and stare if they wanted. Other than that, the pleasant, steamy shower went on without a hitch.

After he was showered, dried and groomed, Zarch presented Bishop with his cleaned up jewelry, as well as some new clothes: Some gray-colored cloth wristbands and anklets with silvery, form-fitting mesh leggings that went down to his ankles, with only the waistband, ankle bands, and crotch area being solid cloth in a thong-like style that would clearly show off his ass region. Bishop didn't care, however: Anything was better than his now-contaminated, itchy-as-hell fighting pants, which were most likely going to be disposed of anyway due to their condition. Bishop dawned the new apparel, and stepped up into the living room, seeing Tommy in a red speedo, sitting with Egad and Mick watching a nature and geographical channel on the television, showing a segment on tribal cultures in isolated regions from all over the galaxy.

"You look nice." Mick complimented, smiling as Bishop sat down next to Tommy. Bishop nodded to Mick, placing a loving arm around his son as he lounged on the couch. Tommy, in response, snuggled up against Bishop with a smile, happy that both he and his father were now out of Cailus's sadistic clutches.