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"I'll give you a blow job if you let me stay." The red panda boy said it so innocently, like it was a meaningless thing for him to offer. He obviously knew there was value placed on the act but it was as if the boy didn't feel he was giving anything of value away. The bouncer blinked in surprise, the boy waiting expectantly.

"You want to get beat, boy? I'm not gay!" The little panda actually seemed confused, putting the bouncer more off balance. The big bear ran his fingers through his hair to keep his shaking hands busy, trying to decide what to do with the kid.

"But I thought this was a gay bar?" The glow sticks hanging from the boy's clothing made it hard to take him seriously, like some sort of float in a parade, not to mention the glowing green marks on his cheeks.

The bouncer shook his head, working up a stern expression, "Aint a gay club. Just a club." The bouncer bit back a disparaging comment about ravers, keeping focused on the issue at hand.

The boy's friend, the one who bought him the drink, was lingering half a block from the door, waiting for the raver panda to run out of indignity and spunk. The bouncer had no idea if they really knew each other but the older donkey took off fast, just glad the police weren't getting involved. But still the little red panda stood there, hands on his hips and defiant like some sort of cartoon.

"But I heard the owner was gay!" The boy gave a challenging look to the bouncer, like this was some sort of trump card. His blue dyed hair changed colors in the club's shifting lights.

"He can still run a regular club, kid!" The bouncer was working up some anger again, hoping it got the kid moving. "And being gay doesn't mean you get to drink underage! Move it or I call the cops, fag!"

"You know that sort of language is my bête noir, mon ami." The panda's jaw dropped as he watched the bear go pale with shock, turning fearfully as a tall crow walked up, white blazer and purple shirt looking somehow casual and formal at the same time, an old fashioned white fedora festooned on his head. Despite his stature, far smaller than the muscular bear, this crow radiated power.

"I'm sorry, sir. I lost my temper. It won't happen again." The crow gazed at him steadily, piercingly... and then broke off his gaze with a suddenness that belied all the inherent threat in that gaze. He waved a taloned hand dismissively to the bouncer, "I'll handle it from here, Rick."

His gaze turned on the little red panda imperiously but the boy didn't shrink. He seemed more curious than cowed, really. "So you tried to drink underage? You know that the police would charge me quite a bit if they caught you before we did...."

The boy shrugged, unconcerned, standing his ground like there was some sort of fight to be had. The crow laughed, shaking his head. "So you thought this was a club for gays only?"

"I heard the owner was gay." The boy held to the statement like a handhold. "I also heard he's an asshole." He folded his arms, trying to look tough and strong willed, a glow stick bracelet popping open from his wrist and falling to the floor.

Again the crow laughed, a harsh squawking noise, "Come with me, boy."

"Mori."

"Pardon?" The crow had already begun turning, assuming the boy would obey. As he looked back over his shoulder he thought the green, neon streaks under Mori's eyes looked like war paint. He must have cracked open a glow stick to get the iridescent goop.

"My name is Mori. Not boy." He looked around at the bouncers and guests near enough to have taken interest, all making way for him to follow.

"Of course. Now come, tout de suite." The crow started walking away. As Mori rushed to follow he wasn't sure if it was obedience or anger at the crow's dismissal, some need to continue the fight even if it meant following his orders. All the boy knew was that he was an adult now and he wasn't going to let anyone ruin a night on the town for him no matter what their rules were.

The crow sauntered in a peculiar fashion ahead of Mori, a sashay in his walk that spoke of effete and refined background, his billowing tail feathers lifting the back of his coat, hands thrust deep into his pockets. As Mori trailed behind he grew self-conscious of his attire; billowing, black jeans festooned with chains and glow sticks hanging from every loop like a lantern. Ten minutes ago Mori had thought he looked awesome. Now he began to wonder who this was that could make him feel like a dumb kid so easily. The head bouncer? The rumored owner? A gangster? He somehow seemed larger than life.

The crow led him back into the staff area, past the DJ booth and up a narrow flight of stairs, entering a sealed room with tinted windows overlooking the dance floor, plush couches lining the walls and a minibar against the wall. This was clearly a private room, the sort accommodating for girls to hang off some big-shot's arms.

There were no girls, though. Or guys, either. Mori suddenly felt nervous being in the room all alone with this man. The room itself bespoke power. "Would you like a drink?"

Mori eyed the bar and then the crow searchingly. "You just told me I couldn't drink."

The crow swept his arm toward the window, indicating the people below, "rules are for them. I can do whatever I want." Without another word he began mixing ingredients, some sort of fruity chilled drink, and handed it to Mori. "Kids like you tend to like the chick drinks, yes?"

Mori blushed at the veiled insult; though macho was the last thing he would call himself the implication stung anyway. But he kept the drink, sipping at it too quickly, the chill causing the roof of his mouth to ache. The crow was right, after all, about his taste in drinks. "Who are you?"

"I'm an asshole, apparently." The crow began pacing slowly around Mori, looking over the willful boy with mounting curiosity. "But you can call me Fabien. I'm the reason you're able to go out and enjoy a night in a club."

"If it wasn't you then it'd be someone else," Mori sulked. "So why did you call me back here, mister? I thought you were going to call the cops."

"Please, Fabien. Don't talk to me like I'm someone's dad." He dropped onto one of the plush, leather couches. "Let's start over. Enchanté, Mori. I'm Fabien. I own this club."

"Enchant? What?" Mori felt like he was missing the conversation somehow.

"It's French. I'm saying it's nice to meet you." Fabien could see the question in Mori's eyes. "I'm a Cajun. We tend to mix our languages."

"So what did you want to take me back here for, huh? Trying to impress some new kid?" Mori was feeling more out of his element all the time. All he could figure was the man must be trying to seduce him.

"A blowjob." Fabien kept staring at Mori, silent and unflinching, as the words hung in the air.

"What?" Mori grinned awkwardly, "You can't be serious."

"You told the bouncer you'd give him a blowjob if he let you stay. Well, you're here still. And you offered a blowjob." With that Fabien calmly unzipped his pants, pulling out a half hard shaft of dark and ruddy flesh, flopping thickly against his leg.

Mori shook his head slowly, not in refusal but disbelief. "You really are an asshole." But he crossed the room to the crow, setting the drink down on the floor and kneeling in front of the older man, his fingers sliding around the hot flesh of his member and inclining his head, licking at the tip. He pressed his teeth gently around Fabien's plump tip and slid his lips around his cock. Mori didn't understand why but he wanted to impress this man. For all that the bird infuriated Mori he also excited the boy. Mori could feel his plush tail waving about, betraying his eagerness.

It certainly wasn't the first time Mori had gone down on someone. Among his crowd it was pretty common, in fact. He liked to think that the experience had made him rather skilled at it and the crow's moans seemed to confirm his assessment. He sucked in against the hot flesh, stroked his lips over the veiny erection and caressed his tongue over the head with relish.

When Fabien put his hand on the back Mori's head the boy thought nothing of it, the gesture fairly common during oral sex, but suddenly Fabien was pushing his head down, the tip of his cock battering the back of Mori's throat, fighting his gag reflex and winning. Mori was forced to swallow the avian's erection, his eyes bulging as the bird's pulsing flesh pushed his Adam's apple out. He raised his arms to push away but Fabien snatched them with his free hand, the scaly talons encircling Mori's wrists firmly while his shaft throbbed in the poor boys throat, soon depositing thick warm jets of semen straight down to the red panda's belly.

Fabien kept the boy's wrists secured, held high above his head as the bird's orgasm faded, pulling Mori's head up by a handful of hair to save him from suffocation. Mori flinched, yelping at the tug on his hair and his aching throat as he gasped for breath. Fabien released his hair and patted it down gently, still constricting his wrists. "That's a good boy, roux. Did I... hurt you?"

Mori shrank inwardly at the excitement hiding in Fabien's voice, the older man suddenly a lot more frightening after that experience. "N - no, I'm ok. I can take it." He looked down at the drink on the floor, somehow tipped over in his struggles, and realized he was again trying to seem tough and impressive to Fabien. But he wasn't.

"In that case, maybe you can earn a few more drinks, my little wah?" The possessiveness in Fabien's voice sounded dangerous. Mori was nervous but he didn't want to seem weak and he still wanted to impress this seeming Cajun gentleman. He simply nodded silently.

Fabien stood up and walked to the bar, Mori's eyes following him cautiously. When Fabien returned he was holding a mismatched bunch of leather items which he began to spread out on the couch. "Undress." It was a simple command, quick and sharp. Mori almost fought against it but found he didn't have the will. He slipped out of his pants and his ratty shirt, leaving only the fishnet shirt underneath. When Fabien turned around to scrutinize him Mori blushed, not from shame but fear he might disappoint.

Fabien gave no indication, though, of what he thought. He merely held out a pair of cuffs and waited while Mori extended his arms, fastening the restraints tightly around the boy's wrists, uncomfortably so. Fabien pulled Mori's arms behind his back before he linked the leather cuffs, then following up with another pair around his upper arms. It sent Mori's heart racing and, surprisingly, his arousal growing. Then the ankles followed suit, another pair of cuffs attached like anklets and clipped together in kind. Fabien looked over him a moment and then came out with another cuff, securing it around his tail about three quarters of the way up and latching it to the clip binding his wrists, securing the panda's tail against his back.

Fabien turned his back on Mori, loudly ordering him, "on your knees, roux. Now." Mori wobbled, not even sure how he'd manage to obey trussed up as he was. As Fabien began turning around he meeped and dropped down, the soft carpet keeping his knees from hurting too much at the fall. "I have a very important question, Mori."

"I want to make you mine. Will you consent?" Fabien stared down at him with a burning intentness in his eyes.

"You mean, like... you want to do it?" Mori immediately knew this wasn't what Fabien meant but he didn't understand where this was going, either.

Fabien shook his head. "I want to collar you. I want to put my name around your neck. I want to own you." He kneeled down, lifting Mori's chin in his taloned fingers, "I want you to be my pet. Otherwise, we're done here and you go outside."

"You want to date?"

Again Fabien shook his head. "No, no I don't. Not exactly. It wouldn't be like a romantic relationship. And you wouldn't be the only person in my life. I have other pets and I have other lovers. But I want you to be one of them. If you say yes I won't be asking for your consent anymore. I'm asking you to consent... to no longer having consent to give."

Mori's ears laid back. He didn't really understand any of this. The boy had never understood bondage as more than bedroom play but he had the sense that what he was being asked was something much bigger than that. He wanted to know more about this. He wanted to know why he was being asked after such a short time. But bubbling up from underneath all of his fears and doubts was one simple certainty. Yes, he wanted to do this, whatever it was. He nodded his head.

Fabien knelt down, clipping a thick, leather collar around Mori's neck, a name tag already dangling from it. It was soon followed by a rubber ball gag rudely pressed into his mouth. He resisted, briefly, fearing the tool's effects but soon he relented. The taste of rubber was strange and having his mouth held open had his mind screaming against it, like an itch he could not scratch. He could already feel saliva slipping down his lips with no way to stop it; he bit down on the gag and tried to seal his lips on it, but all he managed to do was tire out his jaw.

"You are now my pet, mon chouchou, to do with as I please." Mori never even saw him lifting up the flogger, thin leather strands tickling his muzzle as it teased his whiskers and nose.

Mori was afraid of the pain he knew would be coming from the flogger but instead the leather straps just kept tickling him, dozens of points at a time just barely touching him, down his chest and over his nipples, down his belly. He squirmed involuntarily, the sensation far more intense than mere tickling, the many sensations all at once too much for him to handle. He felt like he was going to explode and still it kept coming. They danced around his shaft, hard and bobbing in front of him, tickling a dozen times with each little flick of the wrist and eliciting a deep, groaning whimper fighting out around the ball gag.

Suddenly the flogger was gone and Mori thought he had been spared finally. Then, with no warning, he felt the pain he'd feared before as a dozen points of thin fire lashed across his back between the shoulders. As he bent over to escape the lash it struck again, over his rump, and he yelped against the gag. Despite the intensity of the lashes the pain soon dulled, suffused throughout his flank into a dull throb. The lashes struck again soon after, the leather chords biting into his plush flanks, his eyes shut tight as he sobbed. Yet still his erection throbbed as hard as ever.

When the flogger finally ceased its assault Mori felt himself being hoisted back up to his feet, Fabien fumbling with his wrists. Mori looked back to see a leash dangling from the ceiling from some unseen clip just as it drew his arms up taught, forcing him to bend back over, legs straight and trembling as his arms grew sore. Somehow, through all the torture, Mori still felt excited to see what was next even though he was afraid. It was as if all of Mori's thrill seeking had been a game and this was the real thing he'd only been playing at. Drugs, sex, trespassing, everything... none of it was as real as having this man abuse him and not knowing what would happen next or how far it would go.

And then Fabien simply walked away, leaving Mori dangling there sore and pained, welts making themselves known under his fur as he waited gagged and helpless. There was no clock, only the dull thud of music through the walls and the lights of the dance floor through the dark windows. Mori wondered just how good that tinting was, displayed as he was. Mori suspected he had only hung there for minutes but it felt like hours had passed all alone, fearing Fabien had really abandoned him.

When Fabien returned he put out the lights and Mori could only hear him shuffling around until the faint light of candles rose from the floor, one after another completing a ring around his feet. Within that ring Fabien began to poor salt in a complex pattern that somehow managed to also look like a childish drawing, followed by two more, forming a triangle of arcane patterns around Mori. As he wondered at the strange behavior and began to really worry about this man he'd put himself into the clutches of Fabien's head rose, the visage of a bird's skull painted over his face and beak.

"I have some more secrets yet, mon petit." He rose, rubbing his beak affectionately against Mori's muzzle, "I also practice voodoo. And now that you are my pet, I will be using you in it."

Fabien worked his way around behind Mori, the ruffle of feathers the only noise as his wings expanded for the first time. He leaned in against Mori, Fabien's feathery chest pressed to the panda's bound paws and his wings encircling the boy like a shroud. He gripped Mori's thick tail and spread his butt cheeks, anus exposed to the prodding of Fabien's swollen member, recovered from the interlude down Mori's throat. It drove into Mori, the older man's shaft spreading his ass open surely and smoothly, his experience put to work as the erection somehow rubbed and worked through areas Mori hadn't realized were hiding inside him, coaxing out secret pleasures Mori had never suspected he'd feel. The soreness of his limbs was forgotten as he strained at the penetration, up on his toes and arms pulling tight on the leash, moaning around the ball gag.

Fabien's talons raked through Mori's back, parting his fur in waving rivulets as he was reminded who this was entering him. No pleasure from this man would have no price, after all. His hands slid over Mori's trembling body, up his shoulders and neck, a finger hooking into the gauged piercing in his ear and tugging gently at it, still painful with even that slight pull. Mori turned his head to escape the pain and Fabien leaned in to whisper, "this binds you to me. There's magic working here. After this, you'll always be called back to me." His beak clicked menacingly, his tongue licking along the hard rim, "I own you, now."

And then Fabien released his tortured ear, a finger instead looping into the ring of his collar, tugging it back to choke the boy. The panic as he labored for breath somehow made his cock pulse all the harder, his heart bursting in his chest, the thrill and sensation more than he could bear yet still coming harder all the time.

Then he heard the snap of a clip. The leash hanging from the ceiling had been disconnected from his wrists and suddenly he was driven forward, stumbling with Fabien buried inside his flanks, shoving him up against a tinted window. Mori's breath fogged the glass from around the ball gag and his naked body was shoved up tight against the tinted window, his arms straining at their binds to try and catch himself against the hard surface. As his shaft rubbed up against its reflection and Fabien drove hard into his body, a trill song of the bird's pleasure cawing into the air, Fabien climaxed deep into the boy's ass.

The building sensations, the confusion of overstimulation and the heat of fear swirling in his mind and body, had Mori teetering on the edge of sanity when the glass finally provided some touch on his straining member. The throbbing of Fabien's shaft, buried so tight and thick in him that every little twitch sent spasms through Mori's body, left him spraying his seed over the glass and his own belly fur, thick white globs running down the dark surface of the window. He could feel the bubbling, steaming fluid of his new Master spreading through his body as Fabien emptied his cock into his new pet.

As they calmed down, breath slowing to normal and legs shaking with exertion, Fabien led Mori back to the couch. He sat down with a lazy flop and pulled Mori down onto his lap, laying sprawled sideways across the soft leather. Fabien idly stroked Mori's chest as he stared at the ceiling, the death mask painted on his face standing out sharply with the black feathers. Finally he looked down at Mori, his wings cocooning the boy with a tender brush of feathers, and undid the ball gag.

"Regretting saying yes yet, mon cheri?" Fabien inquired as he drew out the gag, lines of saliva stretching from it to Mori's lips. He could see the red indents from the gag at the edges of Mori's mouth as his breath labored. Fabien seemed cocksure, like no one could withstand the intensity of his assault but Mori just shook his head. He thought he should explain but the swirl of needs and desires in his head were too confusing to put into words.

"How good is that glass?" Mori asked, seeing his semen glow on the glass in the black light from the dance floor.

Fabien clicked his beak with a little laugh, "I don't know... I've never looked in from the other side. But with you up against it, I'm sure someone saw." He laughed again at Mori's dejected look.

"Now my little pet, you must understand... there's no point to me owning you if I don't abuse that power sometimes." Mori nodded in responses, squirming against his restraints. "No... I won't release you yet. There's one last thing to finish my spell."

Fabien pulled out a tiny knife from his shirt pocket, flipping it open with a smooth motion. Mori froze at the sight, eyes wide and ears laid back. As Fabien lowered the blade he squirmed to try to escape but to no avail. Fabien nicked his shoulder, Mori drawing a sharp hiss of breath, and Fabien leaned down to lick over the tiny trickle of blood that escaped.

"There, now it's complete."

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As Mori exited the club, limping slightly at the bruises and sore muscles Fabien had left him with, the boy from before called his name. Mori looked over, the college aged man running toward him with a prancing jog, waving his arm theatrically. The flaming behavior had none of the refinement of Fabien's, just forcefully feminine and classless in a way Mori hadn't realized before.

"You actually waited?" Mori asked as the boy joined him. He struggled to remember the donkey's name. They'd only met that night, after all. The older boy's braying laugh came all too easily for Mori's nerves. Mori was shocked at these new insights. Earlier, in the bar, this boy had seemed like a descent catch for a night of fun. He bought Mori a drink to start, and that was always a good start, but then they went to the dance floor and he ground a jeans clad erection against Mori's butt and reached around to slip a paw into the panda's pants to tease his shaft. Mori had assumed they'd be slipping off to his dorm later for some casual sex.

Now Mori looked at the boy and saw his forced femininity, the flamer voice too high to be natural and the needless wrist movements coming off insincere, and he didn't seem as cool. He saw the paunch of too much beer on his gut. He saw the clinginess in the boy's eyes as he looked hungrily at Mori. After who knows how long with Fabien this boy didn't seem as exciting. Still, Mori had spent the evening with him and didn't want to blow the donkey off.

"So what was the owner like?" The donkey seemed to be searching for more than just an answer. "I hear he's an ass."

Mori nodded his head. "He was an ass... but he was fun." He looked over to see the hurt and suspicion in the donkeys face. Did his name start with a J?

The Donkey, who Mori now only thought of as J, took him to a late night diner for a quick bite of food. They avoided Fabien as a topic but Mori could see the jealousy in his eyes. Mori wondered just how long he'd been in that private room, J the donkey just hanging around waiting outside. Mori never saw a clock but it felt like hours. After the sex they had hung out for quite a while. Why would the boy wait so long?

When they left the diner the older boy pushed him into an alleyway, kissing him and pawing at his clothes. Mori didn't resist, the donkey's lust for him its own kind of aphrodisiac, instead reaching down to stroke J's sizable bulge through his pants before unzipping them to release it. The danger of the public setting was getting him excited. J pushed Mori up against the brick wall of some closed business, the panda's pants pulled down to expose his ass, rubbing the bruised flesh with a sensation between pleasure and pain. It was curious how the bruises made him so much more sensitive to good sensations as well as bad.

The donkey pushed into Mori, his member far larger than Fabien's as one would expect from a donkey, but the lack of skill made it feel smaller and less impressive. The donkey rutted with him quickly, needfully. He moaned and whispered in Mori's ear sweet nothings that merely sounded false from a boy he'd known hours and that Mori couldn't even put a name to. His love making only made Mori sore and when he came Mori was nowhere near satisfied. Mori pulled his pants up, the sizable load of seed inside him already spilling a bit and hardening the fabric of his pants. His untended erection bulged against the zipper.

They exchanged an awkward goodbye, pointing out their opposite directions to return home, and parted. The donkey wasn't just known as J to Mori anymore. Now he was also a disappointment.

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Fabien stood alone in the dark room the next night, watching the blur of color from glowsticks and lights bellow. Last night had been fun. The young boy had been fun. He had other pets he'd see occasionally but they were all a part of the bondage scene, coming in knowing what they wanted and what they expected. There was no excitement in that for Fabien. They were playing a game, tightly controlled and scripted. That power was preplanned and could be revoked at any time. He was sick of the way safe words and experience throttled his inner darkness.

Mori was different. He was new and inexperienced and oh so abusable. Mori he could train himself, introduce to everything and taste the boy's fear and excitement. He hadn't stopped thinking about Mori all day, in fact.

But it was over. They never came back. There's a reason they have safe words and rules in bondage, after all. When Fabien wasn't restrained by them he was frightening. Mori wasn't the first cute boy he'd dragged up to his private room and taken advantage of. Most never went anywhere near as far as Mori did, either, before checking out. But the humiliation, ritual sex and blood play scared off even the bravest boy. That was half the reason he did it, in fact; he wanted to be too much for his partners to handle. He was, after all, an asshole. He knew he deserved the title. He knew there were boys down in that club he'd taken up here that would flinch and move away if they saw him on the floor.

Fabien turned suddenly at a knock on the door. "Who's there?" The reply was a name he had to think about, some bondage slut he'd fooled around with before. They were on the list allowed up to his room, now, but he honestly didn't have that much of an impression of them. It was the same thing every time with the subs, after all. What made one different from another?

He let them in, a short fox with shy looks and soft features. He trussed the boy up, paddled his ass, pulled his hair and slapped his face. He even broke out a small e-stim kit, sounding the fox boy and running a light electric charge through his shaft. He rarely broke out the machine and few had the courage to try it. He thought the thrill of something so extreme might banish the doldrum he was feeling. But it didn't.

As he looked into the eyes of his willing victim he only saw the contentment that this treatment gave to a long time sub, a mixture of familiar pain and soothing endorphins to combat the pain. He briefly thought about doing something more, something exciting, but he feared being marked in the community for breaking the rules and pushing things too far. He slid the tingling metal rod from the fox's urethra, playfully tapping it to his nose and undoing the vulpine's restraints. The boy left, shaken and pleased, but Fabien had already forgotten his name. He was so bored of this game.

The disappointment had his mood in the dumps. He looked out on the club bleakly, the only business he'd been able to run successfully. He bought business a few times a year with his profits, trying to diversify and build up money and prestige, but every business lost money. He'd fix up the properties, set out a business plan and hope for the best. Unfortunately it was his forceful personality that let him succeed rather than his business sense and his personality could only carry him so far before the business just couldn't turn a profit. He'd resell it, pretending that turning over the property had been his plan all along, but each failure stung him. Each failure made it harder to pretend he was the kingly person he carried himself as.

Looking out he saw a concentration of movement at the door, usually indicating someone being thrown out. He headed downstairs to take control of the situation, glum and hopeful of a chance to take out his anger on some drunkard. He might actually call the cops this time, even. His mood was black and he wanted to feel power over someone, one way or another.

When he reached the door he did a double-take, convinced he must be seeing it wrong. "Mori?" The red panda and the bouncer, Rick, both looked at Fabien. One had a broad smile and the other was merely surprised.

"Same kid as yesterday, boss. Went right to the bar and asked for a drink." The bear was gruff, offended at the audacity.

Mori laughed, slipping past the bouncer to hug Fabien. "Don't worry, I know what the payment is, Sir."

Fabien raised his scaly hand to pet Mori's head in shock. "You came back? After all the things I did to you?"

Mori nodded his head and buried his muzzle into Fabien's chest, "you own me now, remember?"

Fabien quickly directed Rick away, leading Mori back up to the private room. The bouncer seemed offended that the boy was getting away with breaking the rules. Fabien pulled off his fedora and brushed his hand through the feathers of his head in disbelief. "Are you really sure you want to come back, mon chouchou? Knowing the kinds of things I'll do to you?"

Mori chewed his lips, looking down, "You aren't acting like yourself today, Sir. You aren't acting powerful."

The words shot right through Fabien's mind and instantly the uncertainty and shame vanished. He was Fabien. He was a businessman. He was the standard of cool in this city. He controlled people. "Don't speak out of turn, roux." He snapped.

Immediately Mori dropped his head but Fabien could see the smile creeping up his lips. The boy liked him like this. The boy had seen Fabien's darkness and wanted more. Mori was a rare find indeed.

"It seems I'm going to have to train you, pet." He went back to the bar and retrieved the collar from the night before, the tag stating the wearer was property of Sir Fabien. He returned to Mori and fastened it back around his neck, tight enough to press in his Adams apple, raising the pitch of his voice just a little. "This time you keep the collar and you don't let me see you without it." He fastened a leash to it in turn, ordering Mori to his knees. The boy seemed confused and didn't immediately comply and only got down to his knees. Fabien thrilled at the opportunity to abuse him.

Fabien planted his foot on Mori's back and pushed the boy down, sprawling to his hands and knees with a shocked meep. Fabien began walking past Mori's head and tugging on the leash, the boy forced to follow after him on all fours.

"You need to understand, though sex is involved with this it's not the point. This is about something deeper than that. It's about raw power." Fabien looked out over the dance floor from his familiar vantage, Mori following and looking out from his much lower vantage. "I have taken complete power over you and you have surrendered it. You're going to find out things about yourself. I'm going to teach them to you. But the very first thing you must learn is that you aren't going to be in control. Ever. You will be submitted to my will and what you want doesn't matter."

He looked down at Mori, still staring out the window, listening intently. "When I'm done training you, roux, you'll obey without even thinking. You won't even have it in you to resist."

Still Mori stared out the window. Fabien shook his head slowly.

"Don't stop resisting."

Mori looked up suddenly, uncertainly.

"Your resistance and your excitement and your fear are what make you so much fun. I don't want to ever be finished training you. I want you to stay like this forever." Fabien was surprised at the confessions coming out of him. This wasn't like him. "There's no point in me abusing my power over you... if you aren't actually abused. Never loose that."

He walked back to the couch, dragging Mori along by the neck. When Mori tried to get on the couch Fabien put his hand on the boy's face, pushing him back down to the floor to curl up at his feet. "You'll have to stop seeing other people, of course. I'm not going to share you."

"No."

Fabien was silent for several seconds. The boy that had silently listened to everything he just said couldn't have been the source of those words. He looked down, seeing the panda curled up at his feet still like a puppy. "Did you say no?"

"I won't stop seeing other people. Or fooling around with other people. Or sleeping with other people." Mori was cool and impassive but Fabien could hear the spunk rising in his voice, preparing for a fight.

"I'll beat you." Fabien made it cold, matter-of-fact rather than a threat. He wasn't starting a fight. He was stating a fact.

"That's your prerogative, Sir, but I still won't do it. I'm 18. Don't expect me to act your age. If you don't like it don't take pets so young." Mori raised his head, eyes open and sharp with defiance.

"Not all 18 year olds are sluts." Fabien was still caught off guard. He hadn't thought this would be a sticking point.

"Are you going to give up all your pets and partners?" Mori asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Of course not. I'm the Dom. I make the choices." To Fabien it sounded like a math lesson, the logic so solid it could not be argued. "You're the sub. You take the orders."

"My life is about partying and excitement. That's not going to change, Sir." Mori seemed determined, stirring from the floor. "I want to be your pet because it's exciting but if you don't want me then I'll go."

Fabien grabbed Mori's arm, keeping him from heading toward the door. "I suppose I have to live with it. For now. I'll change your mind, though."

Mori shrugged, obviously not taking the promise seriously. "You can try, Sir."

"Call me Monsieur. I like the sound of the French better. And get on your knees." Fabien stood up, Mori falling to his knees.

"What for, Monsieur?"

"I told you. If you refuse to be faithful to your Master, then I will beat you." He drew a riding crop from the bar and slapped it against his palm with a sharp crack. The fear returned to Mori's eyes at the sound and the fire inside Fabien rekindled at the sight of it.

He lay the crop across Mori's shoulders, his forearms, down his back, sharp cries of pain meeting each smack. He kicked Mori over and laid into his side, his ass, then over his stomach as the boy raised his arms to block the taught strip of the crop. Fabien finally relented, tossing the crop aside to sit and watch Mori writhe on the ground in pain. "Still defiant?"

Mori shivered on the ground and gave no response. Fabien finally slid down off the couch, sliding his hands over Mori's body, a little shiver passing through the panda each time Fabien stroked over a fresh bruise. "There there, it's alright..." he whispered, a smile breaking Mori's lips. "I'll try again tomorrow."