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Master of Hearts

Three more days had passed since Connor finally found a place where he belonged, his heart set, and beating for the male and mate bound by brand. They avoided sex, not because they didn't want to, but because it just didn't feel right. After everything that happened, Connor being disowned, recovering from his injuries, the branding; they had both agreed to wait a little bit longer for their first time. The first knot in the ropes, the sound of a lock clicking shut, they should be like a first kiss. The first time should be something so much more than that, it was the first time Connor had really had sex with anyone. He had played around, done a little spanking here and there, diapering, but he had never been penetrated, so why waste the first moment? This was their life together, and hopefully forever. Thankfully, Connor escaped the tragedy of his cage finally.

Master of Hearts

The first day they spent together, it was about adjusting, just getting used to the familiar space and letting the reality finally settle, no tension, no playing, just talking, unwinding, and relaxing. Master Newport helped in all regards, making lunch and dinner, and even giving Connor a massage, something he had tried to return but failed. He just wasn't strong enough to manipulate the organic brown marble that was his Master's muscles. In a way, it hurt, Connor would never be able to return the favor. Master Newport couldn't even feel Connor's hugs or his kisses; he was numb to Connor's featherweight strength. Yes, Master Newport could feel everything through his fur, but it wasn't the same, the most Connor could ever do is pet his Master. Connor had fallen asleep dissatisfied with himself, sleeping out under the vine wrapped pergola in the backyard, Master Newport insisting on being the big spoon by curling up around Connor's shoulder blades.

The second day was less about recovery and more about actions, Master Newport was already up and ready, making breakfast and setting a soup to the side for dinner in a crockpot. With a waved down a group of Mincridarins, they were capable of carrying Connor's stuff back home from Dagia's garage. Box by plastic box, everything was sorted, there was no need to keep all of the spare clothes, Master Newport had already made enough, Connor did keep some shirts he did like though, mainly just old pajama shirts, Aaron's football jersey, his rock t's: Steel Maiden and Cerberus, Cerberus is one of the first Mincridarn rock bands. They regularly tour the Sanctuaries across American to push creativity for Cubs and other Mincridarins. Connor had planned on seeing them with Aaron before he died, he still had the tickets, folded printer paper dotted with new and old tears. Something Connor had left buried deep in his closet for a reason, and that's where they were kept when all was said in done.

After lunch, Lilen had stopped by, it was Friday, and Master Newport had set a meeting with the shark last Sunday. Connor served tea and cleaned up in the kitchen while Master Newport talked about rules and expectations, if Lilen was going to be a pervy Trainer, he needed to know Connor's limits and absolutes. Their conversation had taken most of the day, and since Connor didn't need to be apart of it, he went to his room and started with trying to piece his computer back together, making a list of expenses he would have to add to the already daunting 'debts' he felt he owed to Dagia and her family, and Master Newport for all of his 'gifts'.

Lilen only stopped by to plant a sharp kiss on Connor's ear, nipping the soft flesh, before making it clear that he expected Connor to be at the elementary school on Monday morning for his first training session. He helped Master Newport diaper him, and tuck him into bed before whispering his goodbyes as he left.

The third day, the third day was the day the Tribunal came to say 'hello'.

The Governor of Sanctuary Hills left a message, a summons, that neither of them could prepare for, Master Newport was being called forward to be tried for breaking the Anti-Slave laws. There was nothing civil about the summons, they had a single hour before the hearing; there was nothing they could do; the Tribunal had already made up their mind. They were done, they would never see each other again. Master Newport saw the finality of the decision and shut down, saying little and doing nothing to get ready, while Connor couldn't stop from fuming. He was too pissed to be submissive, there had to be something else they could do, after everything that happened the Tribunal couldn't just separate them, he wouldn't allow it.

The Bell of the Judgement hall tolled for them, the final hour struck, pulling not just them forward but a quiet and obedient crowd of spectators that parted like a sea of fur, flesh, and blood. Stepping aside and showing respect with the faintest of bows and nods of the head. They said and did nothing as the guards took Connor and Master Newport away by their forearms, pushing them into what easily could have been a throne room if it had but a single chair.

Instead, the two-story hall was made for the viewing and a torrential crowd, with church pews that slowly filled with quiet attendants as they passed. The mirrored roomed was centered on a cleanly designed and simple silver thread rug, marked by revolving lines of rising night and lunar twilight. The revolving lines creating a path to the front of the room warded off by guards and short steel walls, spiked with daggers of Silver Line Crystal. With clanking plate armor, Master Newport and Connor were thrown to the floor in front of three silver shrouded figures.

Though cloaked, they sat with poise and purpose beneath the mark of the gray god, an oppressive spiked round that was hung like a cross above their heads. Keeping their heads low, Connor only mimicking his Master at the moment, they sat on dichotomous black and white split floor pillows. No one spoke, the hall filled with the noise of clamoring feet and stifled breaths, as the balcony above them filled with standing viewers. While the towering stained-glass windows depicting the heavens and the underworld were shadowed by those that tried to view from the outside and listen through the glass, avian wings flapping bashfully appeared like specters on the floor.

The gate to the sparse and empty gray speckled marble floor opened, Connor tried to look at who entered, but a heavy hand came down on the back of his head and pushed him into the stone floor, a warning hissed on a female's sharp tongue. “Show some respect to the Tribunal." She warned before walking away, the thin white fur of her legs only coming to the corners of Connor's teared vision. Connor didn't see much, but the voice was that of the Governor of Sanctuary Hills, the Knighted Mountain, Anara Banel. A feline of slim and tattered beauty, her real power hidden in plain sight, as Master of Dimen magic, she was no one to be trifled with.

But the gate opened again, and there was only silence as a black foot stepped in view, the smooth sway of a gray side split dressed, and the telltale sign of singing gold chains faded, as Ravinith sat down on the left side of the floor with the Governor no more than a few inches to his right. Connor couldn't help but stare at the familiar face who barely took a momentary glance back at him, saying nothing, he instead took his time to focus on the Tribunal, who finally spoke up after a momentary pause.

Connor watched as the middle figure in front of him, only flexed their green-scaled hand out to silence the entire room, it had been quiet before, but it was as if everyone stopped breathing, “Banavi Newport, do you understand why you have been called before the Tribunal of Sanctuary Hills?" The middle being asked, setting his hand smoothly and slowly on their lap.

“Yes…" Master Newport answered raising his head, seeing his Master finally move, Connor teased his head up, not sure if what he should be doing was wrong or right, before looking at the Tribunal; mimicking his Master's posture as uncomfortable as it was to sit on his knees.

“It has come to our attention that you have claimed ownership over another being, Connor Mason…" The centerpiece of the Tribunal asked his veiled head-turning to Connor. “Is that your name, Human?"

“Yes sir," Connor answered formally, feeling out of place as mumbles echoed through the crowd. Had he said something wrong? Did he do something wrong?

“Connor Mason, is the being sitting beside you, your Owner?" The figure questioned, and Connor shook his head.

“He doesn't own me, he is my master, because I give him permission to be." Connor stiffly answered, somewhat sick of the formalities and the Tribunal who were planning on stealing Master Newport away from him. Subtle conversations were silenced with a mere sweeping gesture.

“Connor, don't argue, just answer the questions. Yes or No only." Master Newport countered.

“No…this is wrong Master, and you know it," Connor whispered, Master Newport, closed his eyes, and breathed, falling silent as he kept his head low.

The right figure raised his hand only for a moment, finally exposing the avian black talons of a large black bird, “IF you gave your master permission to treat you as a slave as you say. Then why has it come to our attention that he has otherwise personally claimed you as his property by branding you without your permission?" The right figure questioned, and Connor's attention snapped forward.

“I'm sorry, what the fuck did you just say?" Connor asked losing his tact completely, because no one was supposed to know about the brand; it was invisible in the first place.

“Connor!" Master Newport snapped back with a guttural whisper, trying to silence the human.

“No… I want to fucking know who the hell told you that because there are only three fucking people who know about that. Me, Master Newport and Dagia Volvin…" Connor drew his breath because that wasn't entirely true as he cast a glance Ravinith; he knew too, but had he said anything? Connor shook his head, Ravinith's head was on the line, he could talk about that matter later, for now, he turned his attention back the bird, his rage building at the shrouded sight of the Tribunal in an instant.

“Because if you took the time to ask us about the branding, you would already fucking know that we…" Connor, shook his thumb back and forth between him and his Master, “Already worked that out. I don't forgive him for branding me, but I understand why he did it, and I still am willing to live with him and make things right because I love him. And if Dagia told you, she would have been fucking able to tell you that. This branding shit was dealt with days ago." Connor snapped back furiously, glaring at the tribunal member who dared speak to him.

Connor reached over and grabbed Master Newport's left wrist, much to his weak, struggling protest only watched as his forearm was exposed. Connor brushing back the fur to reveal a white brand painted on the tips of Master Newport's fur, Connor's name written in dragon dialect, “I demanded if Master Newport ever wanted to make things right with me, I would get to brand him the same way. That is what this is. So, if you think I give a fuck about that anymore, your clearly mistaken."

“This isn't about what you want Connor, it is clear that there may be something different about your relationship, as we have come to understand. However, Master Newport still broke the law, branding someone without permission, let alone the third seal of the willow. That is a violation of the rules Master Newport had sworn to uphold when he became a Slave Trainer." The left head of the Tribunal countered, but Connor crossed his arms.

“Then why the fuck are we here about Earth's of anti-slave laws? I thought the primary rule was about owning someone not branding someone; because if that's the fucking case, I can just call the brand a permeant tattoo just as easily." Connor countered, and the entire room became eerily silent, so much so that if a dagger fell, it would echo like thunder on the stone floors.

“We had thought you wanted to be free of your abuser, but if you insist on staying with your 'Master', then let us start the review for your strange relationship under oath." The head of the Tribunal hissed in frustration, as a green-scaled finger drew a glowing white circle on the floor, that once completed, exploded outwards with a ripple of white light that cascaded across the floor in seconds, before running up the fence. The energy seeming to collapse inside the crystal blades anointing the corners of the wall.

“Oath?" Connor asked, looking at Master Newport, who seemed to recover ever so slightly as he rubbed his face, seeming to break formal protocol, “Connor, what have you done?" He whispered as a guard was waved forward carrying a wooden box; kneeling before the Tribunal, scrolls capped with stone were handed over.

Rolling the curled parchment out like mirrored triplets of varying height, the documents were laid out on the floor, a metal bar laid out on end to keep the paper flat. Their actions were ceremonial, beyond merely practiced, it seemed there was only one to unroll the scrolls, and that's what they did. Left hand on the stone knob, while the right hand flicked out metal bars from beneath the billowing sleeves draping their arms, and with two delicate fingers pulled the scroll down to expose the contents completely before laying it flat. The bar laid flat right in the bottom center; a perfect one-inch margin surrounding the three sides of the paperweight.

Though there was also something different about each scroll, each one had its own theme to it, black speckled marble, with black parchment and white writing, went to the one on the right, a gray, black and white speckled granite, was laid out in the center with stiff gray paper marked with undecipherable gray iridescent ink. Then a clean white marble with snow-white paper and black writing was handed to the left.

Connor had heard about this pattern before, it was the pattern of the three primary gods of creation, the white representing heaven, the black the Mincridarn underworld, and the middle was the mortal border between them. The three acting as one must have been a reflection of the Gray God, the judge who determined where one went when they died. This wasn't just a judicial trial, it was also a religious ceremony. That must have been why everything was so refined and why everyone was so quick to obey the smooth gestures.

That subtle realization finally dawned on Connor, who capped his lips with his hand realizing how out of turn he was and looked at his Master, saying a thousand apologies with his eyes. Newport rubbed his face, rolling his eyes as if to say, “now you shut up?"

Connor shook his head, “I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know," Connor silently returned.

“You need to listen to me when I'm telling you to do something." Master Newport fumed, glaring at Connor.

“But-“

“That is enough Connor-“ Master Newport cut short with his silent swinging hand, “I'm in charge, you are done talking." Master Newport declared with his angered slicing gestures kept low, and to the point before shaking his head and looking forward at the Tribunal, who were watching their silent conversation unfold.

“Are you two done?" The head questioned and Master Newport nodded.

“Yes, Voice Bearer, please allow me to take the lead. Connor has never taken an oath of truth before. Please allow me to speak for him." Master Newport apologized, silencing Connor with a smack to the chest, his veiled smiling saying nothing but Connor's doom when this entire thing was over.

“I'm sorry Newport, but these questions can only be answered by your slave. We need to review the consensual nature of the relationship and see if there any flaw in it that might make us consider that Connor Mason is acting as a slave against his will through coercion or any other means of magical control and or manipulation."

“What is that supposed to mean?" Connor asked, earning him a bruised kidney.

“Only answer the questions Connor, speak clearly and from the heart, you are now in a magical zone where lying is impossible. Trying to do so will only cause you pain. That is what it means to take an oath." Master Newport finished and Connor nodded, “Alright, I get it, but what do they mean by magical control?"

“Hypnosis, mind control, soul puppeteering, magical contracts… things of that nature… and No… before you ask me if I ever performed anything like that on Connor. I haven't, and I would never do something like that unless he gave me permission to do so." Master Newport declared.

The right head of the Tribunal scratched out a white line with his talon.

“Wait… you can do those things?" Connor quietly asked.

“It isn't hard, Connor." Master Newport finished, his sharp tone making it sound as if he impart wished he could use some kind of magic to control him at that moment, before he pointed Connor's attention forward, “Now answer the tribunal's questions."

“Yes… of course." Connor nodded.

“Connor Mason, is that your real name and have you ever changed your name for any means, such as marriage, social separation, relationship, status and or title?" The head figure asked, and Connor shook his head.

“Speak Connor, all answers must be spoken for them to be taken into consideration."

“No sir," Connor answered, a line was cut across the thick parchment.

“Are you twenty-one years old?"

“Yes sir."

“Connor Mason, have you ever lied about your age to gain benefits otherwise not admitted to your age group?"

“Yes…" Connor spewed from his lips like verbal vomit. The word rolling across his tongue without intention; why the fuck did he even answer like that? He'd never done something like that.

“And can you list the reasons why you have lied about your age?" Connor was probed, and before he could even come up with an answer, Connor felt his throat gurgle, cupping his lips, he couldn't stop himself from answering. “I lied about my age to watch porn and play games." Connor cupped his lips again, those ideas hadn't even crossed his mind. Was the truth magic really that fucking specific? and then a horrifying memory crossed his mind, and Connor cringed, holding his tongue until he felt himself struggle to breathe, starting to suffocate on his silence. “and I've lied about my age to get drinks at a fraternity party."

The Head of the Tribunal seemed to add a line of questions with his waving finger, gray light shimmering on the paper as he wrote before they faded after a moment, “Do you drink alcohol often?"

“No… That fraternity was a one-time thing-." Connor keeled over, grabbing his chest, feeling as if he had been stabbed through the chest, but there was no damage or blood, his voice stolen once again. “I would drink whenever my dad offered me a mixed drink." Master Newport couldn't even look at Connor as he rubbed his brow, shaking his head.

“Have you ever consumed enough alcohol to impair your ability to think and or render yourself unconscious?"

“No… never… at least I don't know if I did." Connor answered, feeling no pain or suffocation as he spoke; in fact, the words felt like his own for once.

“Were you ever under the influence of alcohol when preforming any acts for Banavi Newport? Sexual or otherwise?"

“No… Master Newport and I both agree that a slave shouldn't consume alcohol, and I'm ok with that," Connor answered with a comforting relaxed nod as he steadied himself back on the floor pillow.

“Master Newport, have you ever consumed Alcohol while managing your property?"

“I abstained from alcohol as was my oath when I became a slave trainer, and Connor isn't my property sir, he is my mate." Master Newport answered, and a line was scratched through one of the newly written lines.

“Have either of you used drugs to influence your mind, or the mind of another in any way?"

“No…" Both simply answered in unison.

“Connor, have you ever coerced master Newport into performing some kind of act, magical or non-magical?"

“Well… I can't use magic, so I can't magically manipulate him…" Connor felt the rising urge to speak, and Connor feared what he might say until Master Newport knocked it out of him, maybe to his own detriment; “Connor stop holding back, just speak-

“For Master Newport to make up for branding me, I asked him to wear diapers as a means to humiliate him, because I know how much hate looking like a cub." Connor exhaled covering his lips, looking down at Master Newport, who seemed visibly horrified, wide-eyed and shivering in panic.

Lowering his head, he cowered, not even trying to defend himself or counter Connor, probably praying to any god right now that would listen to either kill him or kill anyone that might have heard. “Did he agree to this?"

“Yess…" Connor whimpered as he watched his answer crush Master Newport like a three-ton boulder.

A line was cut across the paper, and then the head raised his hand and gestured to the guard to approach, and once he did, the head flipped out a plain brass and yellow parchment scroll from his sleeve and handed it over. The guard took this scroll and handed it to Connor saying nothing, and left with a click of the gate.

The Tribunal said nothing as Connor examined the gold-threaded knot sealed with red wax, his Master said nothing to him as the seal was broken and the scroll was unfurled. “Before you is a list of what you're master calls 'fetishes' and 'kinks,' we will require a definition and explanation of everything on that list." The head of the Tribunal declared as Connor shuddered at the wall of text in front of him, the black mass leaving his neck warm; his heart racing in a panic that echoed in his smile as he agreed.

“Yeah…ok… but everything? You don't need to know everything, do you?" Connor asked, handing the list over to his Master, who quickly understood Connor's terror.

“We, the Tribunal, must understand everything on that list, to see if anything breaks not only the rules of Earth Residence but mortal law back on Ecorein. You may begin anywhere you want, but this review will not be finished until everything on that list is defined." The head declared with the silent agreement of the two hands beside him.

“At least it's in alphabetical order…." Connor cringed as he took back the list, and shuddered as he started with the first one, “Agoraphilia is closely tied with exhibitionism as both relate to having sex in public locations…" Connor exhaled before quickly snapping out a defense, “Of course I wouldn't ever do it in front of everyone… it's more about the thrill of nearly being found out, so mating in bushes, public bathrooms, vehicles… Things like that."

“Anal penetration is just taking it up the tail end…Anal training is just preparing for penetration, mainly to help someone like me take larger shafts." Connor started to read off, the mere act of speaking helping him roll through the list and shed his inhibitions; as in part, he was comfortable talking about this kind of stuff, and once he started focusing on the list and not the Tribunal, Connor felt like he could finally breathe.

“Anonymous sex is about mating with someone you don't know, or masked; Aquaphilia, the pleasure of having sex in water… That, that actually has a funny story behind that; I was-." Connor was snapped back to reality because of his Master, who jabbed at his hip; Connor took the hint much to the muffled protest of the audience.

“Autofellatio is about sucking your own shaft," Connor tapped the parchment with his thumb as he could only bring himself to look at the next line on the list, but he looked at Master Newport and steeled himself for what came next. He was doing this for him; so they could be together, “Bathroom Control is where my Master, or someone in control of me at the time, regulates when and how I use the bathroom, and where I relieve myself. It's mainly used as a precursor for another fetish call Omorashi, which is about the release, whether it be by accident or on purpose."

“Now…" Connor skimmed the entire list pulling out another kind of kink on the list as he came to the next one, “Bondage is about binding another being, cuffs, blindfolds, shibari which is an artful practice of rope binding, anything that can be used to limit the movement or abilities of a person can be put under the bondage category. The reason it's on this list is that I get excited by the lack of control. Unlike on Ecorein, Bondage isn't just about controlling someone but trusting someone as well. Just like in combat, you have to trust your partner or mate to keep you safe, yes it's about pleasing and not fighting to stay alive, but Bondage can be just as deadly if your not careful and your with someone who doesn't understand what the hell their doing."

“Have you, Connor Mason ever had a reason to be scared of physically being harmed while bound by Banavi Newport." The head Interrogated

“I have yet to be bound by Master Newport, so I really can't say, but I trust him to take care of me because he studies binding methods and safety."

“Is this statement true, Banavi Newport?"

“It is, ever since I came to Earth, I have been fascinated with the BDSM community here on Earth. I have been studying them in my spare time to see if there is anything I can learn from them so that I may be a better master, and I have been stunned by humanity's explicit creativity. And their diverse sexual pleasures. It's why I love Connor, he's willing to practice just about anything I come across." Master Newport nodded as he reached out and patted Connor's lap, the comfort making Connor smile, he would have hugged Master Newport, but his hands were otherwise occupied.

“And, you steal my breath away…" Connor joked the idea coming to his mind thanks to the next line on the list: “Breathplay is about chocking or preventing someone from breathing in some regard."

“And this satisfies you, Connor Mason?" The head asked, Connor just shrugged.

“Never done it before, it was Master Newport's idea, he wants to try it out. Though I have seen porn of it and it does look like fun, though I don't think I would do it with anyone but Master Newport because he knows when to stop thanks to the brand. He knows my physical limits, and since I've been branded, I've been thinking I might be willing to try more dangerous things with him. Things I would otherwise be too scared to do because I would otherwise be gagged or unable to stop him. Which is why I am capable of living with the brand even though I didn't want to wear it in the first place."

Connor tapped the list in his hands, “This list doesn't have battle mounting on it."

“They know what that is Connor, you don't need to define it." Master Newport noted before Connor moved to the C's “Well it seems they want us to review every-… fine, I'm moving on." Connor grunted after Master Newport struck his side once again to silence him.

“CBT, otherwise known as cock and ball torture, is the abuse of one's genitals, I'm not into this too much, but I'm ok with tugging and pulling; Chastity is about locking up those genitals so they can be played with. Consensual non-consent… oh well, this is a category that's very gray, and if done wrong, it could be one of the few things that can outright violate laws, because it commonly deals with 'raping' another person." Connor air quoted, flipping the list into one hand.

“You could say battle mounting is part of that category, you're consenting to mate with your combat partner, but they are, in a sense forcing you to submit to them. That's kind of the same thing with consensual rape, where you agree to be violated and abused. I don't think I could ever do rape play, but I think battle mounting sounds more my style… though, I doubt I'll ever win." Connor explained with a flirtatious glance to his Master, who nodded.

“You are always welcome to try." Master Newport quietly approved, forgetting for a moment where they were.

“Cuckholding, or letting another person mate with your partner, and finally," Connor glanced back down on the looking at the final 'C,' “Cunnilingus, is just licking and satisfying a female and or a male with a slit, with your muzzle our mouth… That's all the C's on the list; D's…. Degradation is just verbal abuse, being mocked and talked down to, and-“Connor's face paled falling silent, his courage shattering as he saw the next line. His stomach turned just thinking about explaining himself in front of the crowd of Mincridarins, who suddenly became all too intrigued with his silence, leaning closer to watch him.

“Is there something wrong?" The head asked, and Connor tried to smile, before a regurgitated “Yes," was thrown from his lips.

Connor kicked himself for trying to lie, and collapsed the list in his hands, rubbing the tension out into his knees, trying to force himself to answer, his heart throbbing in his chest.

The left hand swept their list in front of the Voice Bearer.

“Is there something wrong with defining why you are sexually intrigued by diapers?" The head asked without remorse, Connor didn't answer, he just looked down at his Master for help.

A warm hand Came on Connor's back, “Connor, just tell them what you told me when we first met." Master Newport assured, but that barely helped, not with the audience that surrounded him; but Connor nodded as the murmuring in the room was silent with a wave of the hand.

“It's easy to define diapers; you pretty much explained what they are yourself, but to me, it's more than just sexual enjoyment; it's more about what they represent… Diapers to me aren't just an infantile garment used to contain a mess, they're a commitment and a test. Originally, I enjoyed wearing diapers because of how taboo it was, to want to wear something so infantile, and use them as intended; to be forced to use them in some cases. But now, I use them to test if my mate is really a valid option for me. Because I can't bring myself to be with anyone who isn't willing to change them or put me in them. I know it's strange, but it's about faith and trust in my mate to see if they will stick beside me even if I can't take care of them myself." Connor reluctantly answered, emotionally drained as he looked up at the Tribunal, the but the head and the hands were silent, much like the crowd who watched Connor from the balcony speaking with voiceless gazes; a mix of disgust and confusion, some seemed just strangely impressed… No… that was only Warren and Lilen on the balcony, who seemed all too pleased with his Connor's pain.

The tail-wagging bastard waved, saying a silent hello, probably just wanted to remind Connor that he was watching and that he was right there listening to everything he said.

Connor moved on, whispering his definitions for discipline, double penetration, and Dracophilia before moving down into E's to talk about edging, electrical stimulation, and enemas. F's were a simple category, the only things sticking out were fellatio, Femdom, fire play, fisting, and then tying up with Food play. G's were nearly bypassed, except for the mention of gerontophilia, and group sex. Other then Hypnosis, H's came and went. Impact Play was the only thing in the I's, while J's were completely skipped, to 'K's, Knife play was the only other interesting one that spawned conversation from the Tribunal and Master Newport who explained that it would best be categorized under weaponized mating.

Latex and rubber were glossed over in the L's, masochism opened a pandora's box of questions directed almost entirely at Master Newport, focusing on how he enjoyed sexually dominating larger partners and being rough with his slaves… The Tribunal even called out previous cases of physical abuse, several times where slaves under his tutelage had been thoroughly beaten. However, Master Newport was able to explain under oath, something he hadn't done prior, that it was all in self-defense and containment. His slaves had been trying to escape, so he had to put them in their place.

M's had Massage, Medical and military play, military play dealing t more with the fasciation of authoritarian abuse of position and power, and less about the uniforms that were in part a great help to finalizing some of Connor's fantasies. Micro and Macro play weren't realistic, but Master Newport did say that it wouldn't be impossible thanks to magic if Connor was actually interested

N's were skipped, and O's only had Omarashi and Orgasm Denial. Pet play was an exciting topic in the P's because it dealt with being treated like a feral animal, something that clearly hit close to home with the other Mincridarins who were more than baffled with the idea; Pegging made quite a few females cast glances at their male mates who shuddered at the idea. There were no Q's that Connor knew of, and Rimming was the only thing interesting in the R's… Mincridarins didn't seem very keen on the idea of being degraded, because the mere mention of eating ass, brought out soft laughs of shock and confused whispers.

Sadism, unlike Masochism, focused entirely on Connor, as the Tribunal probed and interrogated Connor on how he wanted to be abused. In what way was too much; and Connor's limits on physical harm. But the worse had yet to come from the S's as Connor was shackled by shame and embarrassment.

“Now what is Scat, Connor Mason?" The Voice Bearer asked once again since Connor found himself emotionally caged.

Connor shuddered at the very question, his knuckles cracked with his anxiety, his fingers threatening to tear the scroll in front of him. Still, he resolved himself looking at his Master, too terrified to see the reaction of the crowd as he answered, “Scat, is the sexual fascination of shit; some humans find pleasure in being debased by consuming it… or by smearing it on their body." Connor cringed at the stifled conversation that shuddered through the air, shocked and barely muffled laughs, but what was said, Connor could never take it back, so he continued. “I'm not like that though, I can't stand smearing scat on my body, and I've never eaten any either…." Connor collapsed the scroll in his hands, clutching it with enough strength to bend the hollow rods. “But I want to…. I see Scat eating not as a way to debase someone but as an act of dedication; ever since I found myself sexually excited by scat, I found myself drawn to a saying I once heard, “I would eat shit for you." Since then, I've told myself that I want to be trained on how to eat shit…" Connor rolled his tense fingers and clutched at his cargo shorts with his free hand.

“Never say you're willing to do anything unless you willing to eat literal shit; that's what I tell myself, and I tell myself that because I want to find someone I would do anything for…. Even eat shit if it meant saving their life. So, if that day ever comes where I have to do anything and everything to save the person I love, at least I'm prepared to do one of the most disgusting acts." Connor exhaled with a soft relief as he smiled at his Master, his words spoken more like a vow than a definition. The crowd's anxiety seemed to settle down as Master Newport reached out and stroked Connor's back.

Connor opened the scroll once again, his heart lightly settled as he came to the next one; sensory play and deprivation, are about controlling what your partner feels and senses. And a…" Connor breathed as he looked at the next one, “Sounding… Sounding is where you take a sterile metal rod, and you push it down into the opening on your blade of flesh."

The head of the Tribunal visibly cringed at the explanation so hard his body shifted, legs stirring, hands clenching at the unpleasant idea. “And why would you want to do this, Connor Mason?"

“If you study anatomy, you would understand that the penis of a male is actually an extended and shaped vagina… So when you insert these rods… it's kind of like being mated like a female. I've barely done it to myself, but I struggle with doing it because I'm so sensitive."

“Of course…" The head answered, his statement a mere formality; there was no doubt in Connor's mind that the head of the Tribunal was psychologically reeling, probably imagining the painful situation himself.

“Suspension deals with hanging me up with ropes, chains, and or other kinds of objects," Connor explained with a bit of excitement as he answered, he loved the idea of hanging in the air in front of his Master, ass exposed and deeply penetrated.

With his heart settled, Connor whipped through the T's: Teasing, Technophilia, Tentacles, Tickling, transformation; the transformation was called into question because of what Connor wanted to turn into, a Mincridarn of course, and that led Connor into revealing that he was also a furry. The crowd was a mixed bag of responses, some cringed, some seemed excited, but everyone remained quiet so Connor could continue.

U's had Underwear and uniforms because sometimes the best fantasy is imaging what was beneath and striping out of everything. V's had another set of oddballs, because of Vore and voyeurism for two distinct reasons, one could be illegal in some contexts, and the other was being about being consumed. Connor had to go on a long spiel about how there were different kinds of Vore, and that he'd never do hard vore; He had to explain one of his old soft vore fantasies, about being in the gut of a dragon, or being forced to lay in the bottom jaw, smothered by a wet and slimy tongue. However, they were, for the most part, impossible because nothing on Earth was big enough to swallow a human whole in the first place.

The very fact that Connor wanted to be consumed and or eaten just left the crowd staring down at the human-like he was some deranged psychopath; they were running from a world so they wouldn't be hunted and eaten, and Connor wanted to be eaten? The idea made no sense to them, but they've never seen vore porn, so they probably wouldn't get the appeal anyways.

Then came the W's with watersports aptly soiling the mood, the playful and intriguing word hiding a horrible and degrading sexual act. Connor explained just like scat, watersports was about dedication, though he couldn't help but admit, he'd enjoy being marked with Master Newport's scent. Wax and Weapon play, ended the W's, and thus the list because X, Y, Z's had nothing to note.

But just because Connor had finished the list, didn't mean the Tribunal was finished with their questions; the last one was directed as Master Newport and was maybe the most important one out of all of them.

“Banavi Newport, Have you ever took actions to own Connor as if he was a slave on Ecorein?"

Master Newport rubbed his hands together, his nerves eating at his anxiety as he nodded, “Yes, I have. I had grown to love Connor while we were still chatting online, he wasn't ideal, very rough, and fragile, but he was perfect because he was open-minded and willing to obey. I… I had once written up a Slave Contract so that I might own him… OF course, I didn't give it to him or have him sign it. I wrote it more out of pleasure, writing it both with my personal dagger and quill in hand…. I do want to own Connor, to rightfully be his Master, but I want him as my mate. If I ever made Connor my slave, it's because I don't want anyone else to have him or have someone take him away from me." Master Newport explained, confessing painfully, his words stabbing him as he turned away from Connor as he spoke, ashamed of what he was saying.

He glanced back at Connor, who wasn't sure how to take the explanation because it explained so much, especially why Master Newport branded Connor, but he also, for the most part, restrained himself. Connor couldn't bring himself to say or do anything before the Tribunal spoke again.

“Banavi Newport, do you see Connor as your mate first and slave second as you have written in submission for our review?"

“I do, even though that line may be blurry, I never want to break him." Master Newport answered with a nod of his head before bowing, the finale cut being drawn across the gray scroll before the bars were removed, and the scrolls were tightly woven with the smoothest turns.

With the Scrolls taken back by a guard and locked away in the box, the Tribunal became quiet, the entire room holding their breath, while Connor leaned over to his Master, “Sir… what's happening?"

“Deliberation, the Tribunal is convening telepathically, they will give the final verdict when they are done. Now be silent and bow, wait for them to call us to attention." Master Newport instructed before bowing his head, lowering himself to the floor as if in prayer; Connor mimicking him as he sat his forehead down on his hands like a pillow.

Minutes passed, a solid ten minutes, maybe more, until their names were called.

“Banavi Newport, Connor Mason, we have come to an agreement…" The head of the Tribunal called out, waiting for Connor and his Master to raise their heads and settle back into position.

“We have come to agree that your relationship is in violation of the Anit-slave rule." The verdict was cast, and gasps cut through the crowd, not out of shock but out of the same anguish and pity, Master Newport and Connor shared.

“What?! Fucking Why!?" Connor asked, and Master Newport reached out, grabbing Connor's hand to hold back the enraged human.

“Connor Mason, silence yourself or be muzzled?!" The head finally roared as a guard jumped over the railing to pin the human to the floor, with heavy metal clanks, and ribbed chain mails gloves digging into his flesh. Connor looked at Master Newport, who regained his defeated expression and turned away, saying nothing.

“I challenge this verdict." Ravinith interrupted, raising his hand, the room taking a breath to listen as all eyes fell on the panther.

The head of the Tribunal turned to Ravinith, “Explain yourself, Lord Minor."

“After hearing the facts and the dynamics of their relationship, I have come to realize that I conduct business in much the same way, though far less sexual because of American standards. I higher my workers, I train them much like I would any slave, but everything I do is consensual. I don't own any of my workers, but they still accept the title of slave. They are even willing to refer to me and their clients as Masters in much the same way. My only concern is that there is no written protection for Connor Mason's well being, I have business contracts, the rules of ownership, the Tribunal's oversight and American law protecting my workers from abuse. But Connor, he has nothing but sheer faith and promises. So I challenge your judgment, and say that Connor Mason and Master Newport should be allowed to remain together if there are some manner of contracts to establish the rules of their relationship." Ravinith tactfully answered, and the Tribunal was silent for a moment.

“The tribunal hears your concerns and agrees, we too will accept Connor Mason and Master Newport's relationship if you both agree to our terms." The Tribunal agreed, and Connor furrowed his brow, Master Newport had made it sound like the verdict of the Tribunal was absolute. Nothing was supposed to stop it, but one counter and they changed their verdict? It didn't make any sense.

“Master Newport… what just happened?" Connor whispered as his Master reached out and tapped Connor's hand with a bright and warm smile, “Lord Minor, Ravinith is the son of the royal slave trainer of Matra, his father organizes the laws and regulations of Slave training and trade. His validation holds weight."

“So, he used his political power?"

“No, Connor, if anyone's word is to be considered, it should be the one who makes the rules in the first place." Master Newport finished before turning to the Tribunal, “What would you have us do?"

The head of the Tribunal nodded before speaking, “In order for you're relationship to continue two things must happen, first," The head of the hall raised his finger in counting, “A slave contract must be written and agreed upon by both Connor Mason, and the Tribunal. This contract is not a deed of ownership but a statement that you Banavi Newport will adhere to the same rules and regulations of a Slave Trainer and take on the responsibilities thereof, even though your ownership over Connor Mason is merely by title and permission granted by your slave. Secondly; If you Banavi Newport see this human, Connor Mason as your mate as quoted “First and foremost," then to establish this, Banavi Newport and Connor Mason are to be Joined. Only after you have both been joined will we accept your relationship as an exception to the Anti-Slave rule of American residence. IF you cannot agree to this, then you will be in violation and will be treated as such. This matter has hereby been ordained by the Tribunal, this review is now over!" The head declared with a loud clap of his hands.

With that defined sound ringing out, unrestricted conversation filled the room, while the light in the crystal daggers around them lost their glimmering shine.

Connor exhaled, finally catching up to the suffocating silence, but it was finally over, the tasks couldn't be any easier, and his giddy energy caused him to pull Master Newport into his arms, “We can be together Master Newport!"

“Yes, we can." Master Newport answered as he returned the embrace, a deep sigh of relief billowing out across Connor's shirt.

“I wouldn't celebrate; there are still things you have to do, Connor." A familiar voice corrected through the silence, Dagia. Connor looked up at the wolf and watched she removed the Tribunal Veil from her head.

“Wait! Dagia, you're a member of the Tribunal?" Connor fumed as he got to his feet, “What the hell Dagia? I told you about the branding because I trusted you; you fucking stabbed me, us in the back. How could you?"

“Connor-“ Master Newport tried to counter, but Dagia waved for the male to be silent, shaking her head.

“Connor, you told me, and as a Member of the Tribunal, I can't hold anything back, especially in this case. I am to act as an impartial witness Connor, no matter what, even in things I may or may not benefit from, including friends and family. This is my duty; please respect that. I didn't do it out of spite. I had to tell the council about branding. What Banvi Newport did to you breaks several Mincridarn laws; the only reason he is being spared is that you still love him regardless." Dagia explained as she held the thick veil against her stomach.

But Connor wasn't satisfied even though he knew why, he still wanted to be angry, and he looked at every facet, crack and seam in the wolf's character, and fell silent as it didn't seem like she was done. “What are you not saying Dagia?"

“Regardless of whether or not you want Banavi Newport to be spared, we, the Tribunal cannot. Banavi Newport swore an oath to follow all rules and regulations when he became a slave trainer. He broke one of the highest-ranked rules when he branded you. Therefore, as punishment, we the Tribunal are forced to act and hereby strip Banavi Newport of his Title of Master of Chains. Do you understand Newport?" Dagia asked, looking down at the rabbit who nodded.

“I understand?"

“The judgment will be mailed to you tomorrow, along with a list of requirements for the Slave Contract and a deadline for submission."

“Wait, does that mean I can't call Newport, 'Master' anymore?"

“That is correct Connor, to call him a Master when he isn't, is a punishable offense. As of now, Banavi Newport is merely a slave trainer." Dagia declared like a heavy gavel.

“Can he ever earn back his Title Dagia?"

“I am sorry Connor, but no, the only way to reverse such a verdict is to get pardoned by the King of Mincara." Dagia turned her gaze down on Newport, “Banavi Newport, you are no longer able to wear the gold chains of your art, so you may either remove them or change them to brass."

“Yes Dagia, I understand." Newport accepted with a nod of his head, quiet and formal.

Dagia waved down the plated guards, “Please take these two home, and keep the citizens away from their yard." Dagia ordered, and with the silent bows from the guards, blades were drawn, and shields were raised, as Mincridarins were pushed back, not that many were trying to get at them like paparazzi, but it was crowded; some did try and get close because they had inaudible questions. The guards wouldn't let them past. Connor wanted to stay and talk to Ravinith but they gave no leeway, going so far as to even grab his arm and push him forward. Dragged and pushed forward, the guards led them back to their home, nearly threw them inside before the guards slammed the door shut behind their own tails.

Newport arrived with a tray of tea and sat down next to Connor and offered him a fresh cup of honeysuckle tea, but Connor couldn't bring himself to drink. “Master-"

“Connor, you can't call me Master anymore." Newport corrected, not even taking a sip of the sweet flower scented tea.

“Right… sorry Sir." Connor exhaled as he sat the cup on his legs. “Well, what should I call you then?"

“I'm nothing more than a trainer anymore, so Trainer Newport is fine."

“It doesn't feel right-“

“But that's what it is now, and I can't change that." Newport settled as he sipped from the porcelain.

“Why didn't you tell me Dagia was a member of the tribunal?"

“Because I thought you knew who she was."

“I didn't know and-“ Connor felt a soft hand hold his arm.

“This needed to happen regardless, I could never hide what I did forever, and it's better that it was exposed sooner rather than later. None of this is your fault, but thank you for staying with me. I don't deserve you." Newport exhaled painfully, his hand digging in because he didn't want to let go, his fear seeping through his touch, he was still so scared.

Connor shook his head and wrapped an arm around Newport's back and pulled him closer, “I love you Sir. I feel like I'm finally living my own life when I'm with you, and I don't want that to ever end." Newport leaned into Connor's side and just pulled himself into the valley under Connor's arm, and he took a breath, his body relaxing as if it was at complete peace.

“So, what now Trainer Newport?"

“Live for tomorrow, and take the blows as they come. We'll get through this, and I won't ever abandon you again. I promise I'll fight for us, no matter who it is, I don't want to lose you, never again."

“Does this mean we don't have to hold back anymore; can we finally start playing?" Connor asked, and Trainer Newport looked up at Connor and smiled, though his gaze drifted down and as he stroked Connor's groin, the subtle sensation making Connor moan the softest sound of pleasure as he leaned back into the couch.

“Almost-"

Connor let out a guttural groan of annoyance, that not even Newport's touch could alleviate; Trainer Newport chuckled under his breath, “I promise I'm not blue balling you Connor. I just don't want to do anything until our little contract is accepted by the Tribunal; and then there are several more things I need to do before we do anything."

“Like what?" Connor sighed as his newly titled trainer took a sip of the tea before counting out a list on his fingers.

“First off, you're still a human; your body is weak and fragile, so I got to get enchanted cuffs that will sap my strength, so when we mate, I don't end up tearing you apart by accident. Secondly, I need to claim you as my mate for insurance purposes. Then I have to get your medical records transferred to a trusted doctor and get you examined to get your records up to date. Create a joint bank account, so you can buy supplies and perform the functions of the slave you agreed to be. Then we have to go over the planning for our joining ceremony, and prepare you for the ceremony-“ Connor pulled Newport's face up to him and kissed his nose.

“Sir, you're running away, you're scared of mating with me, aren't you?" Connor asked, and Trainer Newport shut down and clutched his cup.

“I've done nothing but hurt you, you got disowned by your own family. I branded yuuu-" Newport moaned as Connor's hand, dipped between the tight thighs of his Trainer's legs.

“Sir, you don't have to explain yourself. I don't want to force you to do anything, but don't keep me waiting. I can't keep holding myself back, I need to cum. I'm so damn horny all the time, just watching your fluffy butt gets me horny now." Connor admitted, speaking under Trainer Newport's ears, while the small bun butt chuckled as he trapped Connor's hands between his legs and pulled Connor's face closer, and kissed his cheek.

“I promise, just wait a bit longer."

“Just a 'bit' longer sir." Connor agreed with a returned kiss, continuing to fondle his mate's loins. However, that lasted no more than a few moments as Connor poured his tea onto his thigh. He was just wearing shorts, so the hot liquid ran down the back of his calves and over his knees.

“Fuck!" Connor cried out in pain as he rubbed the burning liquid, dropping everything, and he didn't get a breath until the pain subsided.

“It's hot Connor." Newport so slyly added, with a soft laugh as he sat his own cup down for good measure.

“No shit sir." Connor snapped back as he got up from the couch, looking as if he had pissed himself.

“Well, at least it isn't one of your other 'accidents'." Trainer Newport added, and Connor shook his head, “Really?" Connor questioned, rolling his eyes at his Trainer's unamusing antics.

“Do you want me to change you into a diaper Connor?" Newport asked hopping up on the couch to comfort Connor by pulling him closer and examine the damage

“Actually, I think someone is long overdue for one themselves." Connor countered, and the warmth in Newport's smile turned into something far more terrified, as he looked up at Connor silently begging to do otherwise and apologizing all at the same time.

“Nope… no amount of begging is going to save you today, you're my little kit tonight." Connor declared as he hiked up his Trainer on his left shoulder and carried him away to the bathroom.

“Do we have too… tonight?" Newport whined, in pitiful retaliation, just hoping for an escape.

“You know sir, since your so akin to waiting, how about this; little kits don't get to mate, so until your ready to play, you're going to stay in diapers?" Connor proposed, but there was no turning down his word, Newport was stuck, and all he could do was stiffen and accept his demeaning fate.

“Connor…" Newport so softly begged otherwise, but Connor shook his head, patting Newport's ass to remind him who was really in control. He couldn't hurt Newport, but Connor could at least silence the 'dom'.

“You know I should send a picture to Dagia when I'm done, to thank her for the diapers. I'm sure she'll get a kick out of seeing such a cute little kit." Connor cooed as he shut the bathroom door, smiling at his power and Newport's shaking submission. Such a bashful little guy, he had his face covered the entire time.