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Shen Jiu took the whip out of Ming Fan's hands, ignoring the boy's surprised look. What was he surprised for, ah? Shen Jiu always handled the Beast's punishments himself, hadn't he?
"Leave us," he ordered.
His head disciple seemed hesitant, but a sharp glare hastened his retreat. The doors were left ever so slightly ajar after his departure, but Shen Jiu didn't care.
Sometimes, he whipped the Beast publicly. Everyone knew about that.
When he turned his attention back to the kneeling boy, he was met with a naked torso. Yes, that was right, he started ordering that in order to save the clothes from getting damaged. Pants, too; The blood leaking down would be hard to wash out and, Beast or no Beast, a Qing Jing's disciple had to look their best.
What his underpants looked like was not a concern of Shen Jiu.
Uncoiling the whip, he tested it against the air and took a few steps closer. Yes, this was what he loved: leaving his mark on the boy's body. The scars from their previous sessions crossed over the knobs of Luo Binghe's spine and made a possessive heat grow in Shen Jiu's abdomen.
It's been far too long since the last time; All the wounds were long healed. Shen Jiu couldn't quite remember when was the last he punished the beast in this way. Nor what the boy had done to deserve it. The memory was blurry, slipping out of his grasp. No matter.
He swung the whip down.
Ten strikes, he had decided at first. But then it had been too easy to continue on till fifteen, till twenty, till the boy's back was all red and slick with blood-
Shen Jiu's arm halted in the air, having been winding up for another hit. He could have kept going, had every intention of doing so... Except that the Beast had twisted slightly, one red eye visible below the fall of his hair-
It was time for the second part of the punishment.
Shen Jiu let his arm drop limply by his side, the whip clattering carelessly to the ground. He watched as the Beast climbed to his feet, as he turned around-
His eyes were drawn to the impossibly large shape straining against the fabric of the Beast's underpants. He... knew that. Of course he had. He's seen that cock before, touched it, sucked it, had taken it inside him...
He had, right? He remembered that he had. Why had he...?
Shen Jiu gasped, thoughts scattering, as the Beast latched onto his neck. High, way above what the collar would hide.
"Beast!" Shen Jiu slapped him. "Not where it'll be visible!"
It felt like the Beast smiled against his skin, pushing Shen Jiu until his back hit the door and closed it with a soft click.
"Of course, shizun." He demurred. "Forgive my eagerness."
What did the beast had to be eager for, ah? It was all part of his punishment! He was there to serve Shen Jiu, not pleasure himself!
The boy's hands fell to Shen Jiu's belt, oddly clumsy as they worked on untying it. Why was the beast so useless? He's been unrobing Shen Jiu every time, he should be more practiced!
Eventually, the Beast had managed to untie the belt and get the robes open - only three layers, as was customary these days whenever Shen Jiu expected to punish the boy.
They hung open, pushed off his shoulders but catching on his elbows. Shen Jiu leaned his head against the doors as the Beast went right back to his ministrations, biting along the clavicle and making his way down to suck on his nipple.
The Beast had some kind of obsession with Shen Jiu's non-existent breasts. Fondling them, biting them, sucking on the nipples; It was a wonder they weren't sore all the time! Shen Jiu supposed his cultivation wasn't in dire straits just yet. It always managed to heal him overnight.
It did feel good, though. Shen Jiu threaded one hand through the boy's curls - hadn't he told him before to take better care of his hair? Maybe he should remind him - and pressed him closer against his chest.
His other hand wandered towards the boys underpants, grabbing the waist and carelessly ripping them open. What use had the Beast for underthings? He was made to serve Shen Jiu.
Service him with that absurd cock of his. Shen Jiu ran his hand up and down the shaft, pressing the flat of his hand against the leaking tip and rolling it firmly. It felt so... wet. So unfamiliar in his hand. Had the Beast hit a growth spurt, and hadn't informed him? Preposterous.
Shen Jiu let go of that massive pilar, pushing Luo Binghe's head downwards.
"You know what to do," he huffed primly.
"I do," the Beast agreed with a glint in his eyes, reaching for Shen Jiu's feet one at a time, removing his boots. Then, he took off his pants, folding them carefully and putting aside. There were no underpants to receive the same treatment; Shen Jiu went without on punishment days.
It felt oddly revealing to stand in the woodshed mostly naked, only his robes at his elbows, despite the fact that it was routine. Colder than usual, too.
The beast put Shen Jiu's thigh on his shoulder, nuzzling against his balls as he went to lick the asshole. Shen Jiu flinched at the feeling, immediately scolding himself for that. They've done that tons of times! Why was he acting like a virgin?
The tongue invading him was thick and hot. It felt wrong, but Shen Jiu loved it. He held on to the beast's mane as he arched his back, one foot slipping against the bloodied back. Vindicatively, Shen Jiu dug his heel in and the beast moaned into his ass.
Two fingers pressed against his rim alongside the tongue; large and dry. Usually, the boy had oil! Shen Jiu never saw him apply it, but it was there, easing the way! Did he forget it today?
Shen Jiu swatted at him.
"My left sleeve," he gasped out. "Oil, moron!"
Luo Binghe pulled away, expression serious as he looked up, despite the fact that his face was all messy with his spit. Did Shen Jiu have to do everything himself? He fished out the jar of oil, thrusting it at the boy.
"Shizun was just carrying it around?"
"Since I knew you couldn't be relied on, yes!"
The next time the fingers pressed against him, the slide was easier. It was still hard to take two at once - how long had it been, to render him this tight? - but Luo Binghe didn't let that stop him, swiftly stretching the canal with three, then four.
Deeming himself ready, Shen Jiu pulled on the boy's hair, ordering him up. The Beast didn't drop the leg from his shoulder as he stood, merely letting it shift so that the ankle rested against it, leaving Shen Jiu in a wide split.
That monster of a cock brushed against him. Impatient, Shen Jiu took hold of it, aiming it at his hole. He had to fist it right below the head to force it to slip in, groaning as that first inch sunk in.
Luo Binghe was absolutely useless, merely holding on to Shen Jiu's hips and watching as Shen Jiu was trying to fuck himself on his cock.
"Do your job!" Shen Jiu reminded him. "Useless boy."
Luo Binghe looked up at him and, unceremoniously, pulled the hips closer, forcing the cock as deep as it would go in one slide.
It still left half of it outside.
Shen Jiu's stomach tightened at the sight. So big... How did he ever manage to take it? He had to start doing it more often, if taking a break like this caused him to tighten all up again...
The beast didn't need another reminder to settle into a rhythm, slowly working his cock deeper and deeper inside. Shen Jiu grunted, trying to keep quiet, scoring new lines all over the beast's torn back. It felt so intense, so much more real than he remembered.
Loosing the fight against his thin face, Shen Jiu was left mewling at every thrust. The doors behind them rattled in the frame, threatening to crack open at a particularly hard thrust.
Would it be so bad? Everyone already knew Shen Jiu was especially hard on Luo Binghe, that his punishments were special. Shen Jiu punished him publicly often, too! And yet, the thought of someone seeing this filled him with-
Luo Binghe bit down on the base of his neck, jolting Shen Jiu out of his thoughts.
"Beast," Shen Jiu snarled. "For that, you're not allowed to come!"
The beast laid his head on Shen Jiu's shoulder, nosing against his neck. "When am I ever allowed to come, shizun?"
That was right; Shen Jiu never allowed him to come inside. It was why he never had to deal with that pesky cleanup. Today, however, he was feeling generous.
"You'll bring me to completion," he ordered, hand moving to cup the beast's cheek, nails digging into his skin and leaving the beast's own blood smearing over his face. "You will not come yourself. You'll run me a bath, and I'll finally deal with that rat nest you call hair." While sitting on the boy's cock, of course. No reason to waste time when all Shen Jiu wanted was to be split by that thing. And since they'll both be in the bath... "If you're good, I'll let you come then."
"Yes, shizun," the boy said, and put his back into fucking him.
There was no benefit to holding back, so Shen Jiu let himself drown in the sensations. Like that, it didn't take long until he was coming, his spend trapped between their chests.
At least he didn't have to remind the beast to pull out, though he had clearly done it reluctantly. Shen Jiu would need to train him better than that!
His hips hurt when his foot dropped. No longer supported by the cock up his ass, Shen Jiu stumbled, leaning hard against the doors.
Luo Binghe obediently fetched his pants, pulling them on. Shoes followed after. The boy tied up his robes, and made an effort at putting the belt on how it was supposed to be.
Only then did he turn towards his own clothes, remembering that his underpants were torn and his back was still too bloodied to wear robes.
Shen Jiu watched as the beast put on his pants, his cock clearly straining against the fabric. His torso was bare, showing off both the wounds on his back and the cum on his chest.
Producing a fan, he fanned himself gently. No, he couldn't order Luo Binghe to keep going, he had other plans!
"Get moving," he waved dismissively. "I want the bath now."
He watched Luo Binghe leave before walking out himself, appearing no worse for the wear.