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Gaku should consider changing the policy of his gigs. Not only did he let his dick speak for him, agreeing to a service that will likely shred what little of his dignity he has left, but the person who explicitly made the request, cash in hand, is one of the biggest sadists in the SDU. One he usually steers away from due to their domineering aura often crushing him.

He could cope with the fact that at least it's not Kurara, or Yugamu... but he's not sure this one is any better than them.

Curiously, though, he never expected Hiruko of all people to approach and ask him to be her pet for one day. He kind of thought she deemed him too repugnant to even talk to; heck, he didn't even imagine she'd acknowledge his existence at all. That's why, when she spoke to him with that penetrative gaze he couldn't look away from, he listened to the twitch that occurred between his legs instead of turning to his common sense. And the money did the rest, sealing his fate.

Thankfully, they're doing this in the privacy of Hiruko's room. The sweet scent of lavender wafts under his nose as she orders him to use the bathroom to take his clothes off and wear the mass of ribbons and frills she's given him. Embers of humiliation burn hard into his face. If he didn't get paid beforehand, he would have turned heels and left immediately.

If a girl didn't need him, he would have also slammed the door on his way out. Hard.

Putting on the lingerie piece turns out to be easier than he imagined. The bra fits his flat chest and isn't tight around his torso to the point of being uncomfortable. Same for the panties, which aren't too snug around his small cock. Did she take his measurements in secret or something?

After pulling up his stockings and attaching the garters to them, he looks into the mirror and sees a man who's wearing something that was meant for women. He looks like a gross pervert with too much pale skin and greasy hair. And teal looks good on him.

Once he steps back into the room, the air shifts and he knows he's now got the role draped around his shoulders. He's now Hiruko's pet, waiting at her beck and call. Showing her what a man with no qualms about pride will do for money.

Hiruko hasn't moved from her position on the bed. She uncrosses her legs. Behind her glasses lies a predator.

“Come here, Gaku.”

First name. They barely ever spoke and she uses his first name? Is it a pet thing? His heart starts thrumming.

He knows how he's supposed to act, what he's supposed to say. She had made her instructions very clear earlier.

“Yes... m-mommy.”

God, he feels so dirty. Of all the things she demanded he calls her.

Hiruko fishes for something behind her back as Gaku reduces the distance between them. She opens her hand to show a collar that is usually made for dogs. Teal, of course. Seeing his name on the tag makes him feel both queasy and... and kind of excited, and sort of creeped out, and pretty damn horny at the same time because his erect dick said so.

Just how long has she been organizing this? How long has she been targeting me?

“Put this on,” she says.

Gaku doesn't realize he wasn't breathing properly until he has to part his lips, air seeping through. He accepts the collar and latches it around his neck, feeling its weight on him like a noose. It's not that dramatic, Gaku, get over it. Then he sees her scan his body up and down—emphasis on his cock—and he sinks deeper and deeper into burning shame.

“Give me your hands,” she also says, and he obeys without questioning. A pair of fuzzy teal handcuffs snap around his wrists. He widens his eyes.

“Wait, what the he—”

Hiruko pins him down with a cold glare that undresses him from whatever shred of bravery made him speak out of line. Scrambling to figure out a way to fix it, he shrinks, hunching his shoulders as he blabbers, “I'm s-sorry mommy, I-I didn't mean to—”

“Save your breath, Gaku,” Hiruko cuts him off, her voice just as cold. “I was told you've been a bad girl while I was away, so I decided that a harsh punishment is in order.” She pats her own lap. “Get over here and show mommy your butt.”

Gaku gulps. She called him a girl. A girl. Why is that making him throb? It shouldn't. He's not a girl, but somehow being called that is making him excited, and he feels this new discovery about himself is so unnecessary when all he wants is to get this job done and walk away with heavier pockets. Curse you, Shizuhara. I hope you fall... s-somewhere.

Nevertheless, he obeys and moves to lie across her lap, on his stomach. He sticks his ass out, his face probably beet red from how hotly it's burning. Anxiety wraps him in an unwilling embrace, chills running down his spine, his bound hands trembling as he can only lace them together in a prayer so she won't see him writhe too much under her. Even though she'll love to see that. She seems to have a liking for ugly, pitiful things. Is that why she's doing this to him?

He doesn't get to focus his thoughts on that, the first smack landing on his right asscheek. The crack from that echoes across the room, and his yelp follows right after. Suddenly he's reminded of his low pain threshold and how he really freaking hates pain. It hurts so, so much already... but more than anything, his cock reacts too strongly at that.

Shit. Am I seriously getting into this?

“Bad girls get punished,” Hiruko says, landing another smack, doubling the pain and earning another yelp. “I thought you learned your lesson the first time, or the dozens of other times I've done this to you, Gaku. Mommy is so disappointed in you.”

Right... This is just a scenario she had in mind. She never literally beat Gaku's ass before. The thought that it could have happened, however, hurts his cock something fierce, and he whimpers when the strikes focus on his single asscheek instead of both. Smack after smack, his body finds some way to feel pleasure despite the harsh throbbing he deals with in between. His nipples brush against the bra, hardening and aching as well. If his hands were free, maybe he would—

Hiruko delivers her harshest smack yet, tutting, “Are you even listening?”

“Agh—! I-...” Gaku shakes whole, tears making his surroundings a blur. “I'm sorry, mommy-yyy...!”

“Sorry won't cut it this time,” Hiruko says with a sigh. “But mommy feels generous this time: I'll forgive you if you manage to count each smack until ten. If you fail, the count resets and you'll have to do it all over again.”

Well... That sounds simple enough, Gaku thinks, sniffling pathetically at the short moment of reprieve he gets.

Hiruko suddenly swings at his other, untouched asscheek, and he doesn't regain his bearings fast enough before yelling, “O-One!”

“Too late. Again.”

This time, he gets it quicker, the tears now streaming down his face. “One!”

Smack.

“Two!”

Smack.

“Thr-... Three...”

Smack

“F-...” Gaku suddenly stirs, distracted by how tight the panties now feel around his cock. “Five...?”

“Wrong,” Hiruko says, chuckling darkly. “Again.”

A feeling of... what, despair? overfills him just as she forces him to restart the count. It's not quite like that, though. He's surely crying and sobbing, prey of the whims of a cruel woman who revels in his suffering and lays down her punishment like he really does deserve it. However, beyond the surface, he's... admittedly enjoying this, and he can at least pride himself in the fact that Hiruko is also having fun, albeit in such a messed up way. He must have gone crazy.

The count resets a few more times, each punishment harsher than the last one. It's only when the pain starts dulling out that Gaku finally regains enough focus to take the game seriously. His moans have become screams, each number carried out with scarcely a stutter until the very end, when pain flares up anew and he struggles to spell words out.

Eventually...

“T-... T-Te-ee-nnn.!”

His mouth full of drool, he spits the last number like a plea, now lying flat on her lap, his cock pressed against her thigh. He needs to cum, but that wasn't part of the agreement. Only the dressup and the spanking were included. Fuck.

“You've made it! Good job!” Hiruko coos at him, and if he wasn't out of it, he would find her shift in tone quite creepy. “I hope you've finally learned your lesson this time. Mommy hates doing this to you, you know? Mommy is also hurt that she has to punish you.” She strokes his ass, gently and smoothly. "Will you promise me you'll be a good girl from now on, Gaku?"

Gaku lifts his head with no little difficulty. He doesn't know what he's supposed to learn from this... aside from the fact he's more of a masochistic pervert than he thought he was, and he kind of likes being dominated by Hiruko, and maybe he could accept another gig from her soon—

“... Y-Yes... mommy...” He croaks with his hoarse voice, halting his rush of thoughts. “I won't d-do it again, I p-promise...”

Hiruko hums in approval. Then, out of nowhere, she gently cradles his chin in her hand, lifting his head. Gaku feels a pair of soft lips pressed against his scalp, and his heart skips a beat.

“Besides, if you're a good girl next time..." Her finger lingers over the crack of Gaku's ass, then presses it against his hole through the fabric. "... I could give your pussy lots and lots of love.”

Gaku's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head hearing that. And maybe he came a little, too.

He's too deep into this, isn't he? Maybe he should start counting his prayers once he comes down from his high.