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The Digital Age	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Digimon > General Views: 5965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I do not make any money from writeing this.

Chapter List
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Chapter 5

Awaking a good while before the sun was up, Mystimon sat up slowly and stretched a bit. Slipping out of the bed he went into the bathroom to relieve himself and freshen up a little. Returning to the bed room once he was done, he went over to his wardrobe to pick out something for the day.

Remembering he’d hadn’t asked for one of the other slaves to fill in for Ryan this morning he considered calling for Mikemon and having him send someone up, but decided he’d be fine on his own this morning. After all he mostly dressed himself anyway. He likes having help with things like ties (no matter what he did they never looked right if he tied them himself) and some of his fancier outfits had odd bits that he also liked to have some help with, but what he was going to wear today was plain. Well for him they were plain. To others they might be considered finery. The material was high grade and it was finely made.

Once he was dress in the blue outfit he’d picked out, save for the tie as he didn’t want to get annoyed this early in the day, he left his rooms. On the way he ran across the servant that normally took his breakfast to him. He paused to tell her to take it to the dining hall instead.

As he entered the entry hall he spotted Strikedramon leaning against the stairway waiting for him. He was holding a worn, but cared for leather bag in his right hand. As his lord approached he looked up. “Good Morning.”

“Morning.” He said looking at the bag in the dragon man’s hand. The digimon often seemed to know what he’d want and have it before he’d need to ask.

Coming up to the two, GrapLeomon also saw the bag. Having an idea of what was in it he looked to Mystimon. “My lord, I know he needs to be punished for trying to run, But… please don’t be too hard on him. This is the first time he’s ever caused trouble. If I hadn’t been here and gone with you to get him, I’d never believe it if you told me he’d ran.”

Turning to his friend, Mistymon considered the lions words. The night before he’d likely have just ignore his plea in his anger, but he listened now. He knew he’d likely have to keep a close eye on the teen for a while, but he didn’t believe he was a trouble maker. He didn’t think he’d need to completely break him to get obedience.

Nodding he started towards the door. “Alright, I’ll go easy on him.” He said as he pulled it open. Relieved GrapLeomon followed him and Strikedramon out. As they walked around the manor the sun slowly started to rise, its golden rays lighting the way.

~~~

Even though he ached terribly, sometime during the night Ryan had drifted off into a fitful sleep. Standing over him Mystimon watched him twitch and mutter something unintelligible before bending down to pull his cloak off the sleeping boy. As it was wrapped around him a bit, the act pulled him forward a little. It was enough though to cause him to slide off the beam he was still leaning against and fall on to his side.

Groaning Ryan opened his eyes the best he could, the bruised one was swollen half shut, and looked around in the dim light of dawn. Spotting Mystimon standing over him he went still. His mind was still a bit fogy and all the details to the night before hadn’t come back to him yet, but he remembered enough.

Moving closer Mystimon unlocked the end of the chain from the ring. When he was done he grabbed Ryan by his right shoulder and hauled him to his feet. Spinning him around to face the beam the elf digimon pushed him against it as he unlocked one of his hands. Ryan didn’t have long to enjoy it though. The elf digimon ran the chain though the top ring, pulling his left arm above his head as it still had the restraint locked around it. Once he’d fixed the chain on the ring he took a hold of Ryan’s other wrist and raised it above his head and locked the manacle back around it. The last thing he did was pull down he boys pants and bunch his shirt up around his shoulders before stepping back.

“I’m going to punish you with the cat now.” Mystimon told the boy, “It’ll be a simply flogging. I had planned on using it to teach you a lesson you’d never forget, but I’ve changed my mind.” Turning to Strikedramon he held out his hand. “Don’t make be regret my leniency. If this happens again I won’t go easy.”

’A cat? Is he going to beat me with a CAT?’ Totally confused as to what the Elf digimon was talking about, Ryan twisted around to look over his shoulder with his good eye in an attempt to see what the digimon was doing. Strikedramon was pulling something out of a bag that didn’t look very ‘cat’ like, but may have been a whip of some kind. From his angle of view it was difficult to tell.

Noticing Ryan was trying to see what Strikedramon had handed him, Mystimon moved to where he would see him better and held up the item. It was a whip, but unlike one Ryan had seen before. It was completely made of leather and had multiple ‘tails’. Nine in fact. “This is a Cat o’ nine tails. It’s something you humans came up with to punish each other with. It’s pretty effective for the most part. Even a light flogging is enough to get grown men to obey.”

Looking at the ‘tails’ he believed what the elf said. As he looked it he couldn’t help but tremble slightly as he thought of what kind of damage the whip could do. And he’d come close to learning first hand…

Moving out of his range of vision Mistimon returned to stand behind the teen, “You may want to hold the chain.”

Before Ryan could say or do anything in response Mystimon flicked the whip at him. The sudden fire that spread across his back caused him to cry out and brought tears to his eyes. As it stuck him again a few moments later the tears that had been building up in his eyes spilled over and ran down his cheeks, but he didn’t cry out this time. He’d clenched his jaw shut. Stretching his arms up a little more he twisted his hands around and grabbed a hold of the chain the best he could as Mystimon had suggest before he’d started.

Pausing to allow him to get a hold of the chain, Mystimon looked at the angry red lines that had spread across the boys lightly tanned back. He hadn’t hit him hard enough to draw any blood, but still it was obvious to him the teen was in pain, even after only two hits. Once he thought he had a good grip the elf digimon raised his hand and flicked the whip across his back and rear a third time, then a fourth. As the fifth hit him, Ryan couldn’t stop a gasping hiss of pain from escaping between his lips, and his legs started trembling. The shaking got worse with the sixth and seventh strikes of the whip, and he was unable to hold back his cries of pain anymore. By the twelfth strike he was sobbing between his screams and trembling badly.

Stopping again Mystimon watched the trembling boy. By now his back and ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts and he could barely stand on his own. He knew from experience he could take a few more hits before he risked cutting and scaring him. So he held the whip up for a few more strikes.

Flicking his wrist three more times in quick secession he brought the total amount of strikes to fifteen. Finished he handed the whip back to Strikedramon. Walking up to the sobbing teen that was basically hanging by his wrists now, he picked him up as gently as he could and unlocked the manacles. “I’m done now.” He whispered. “Be good and I’ll never have to do this again.”

“I… I…” Ryan managed between his sobs, but couldn’t get out anything more. The whipping may have ended but he still was in pain. The welts stung and burned and his throat hurt a bit from have cried out.

Placing a finger on his lips Mystimon ‘shushed’ him. Still carrying him, he turned and started walking towards the house. Grapleomon’s other three slaves and most of the servants were standing along the wall near the back door watching.

He gestured for Apemon to come take the boy from him. Hurrying over she took Ryan, cradling him in her furry arms. Turning back to the house she barked orders for everyone to get back to work, save for Kat who she told to come with her.

~~~

Laying Ryan down on the bed in the small sick room, Apemon pulled the teens clothing the rest of the way off. Even thought she’d tried to be careful he whimpered and tensed a bit as she worked. Turning him down so he was lying on his stomach, Apemon looked at the red welts for a moment. Shaking her head she walked over to one of the shelves and pulled out few jars and a bowl.

“Go get some cold water and a few cloths.” She ordered Kat, not looking away from her work. Nodding, the dark haired woman did as she was told.

When she returned a few minutes later with a large bowl of cool water Apemon had most of the ingredients for the salve she was making gathered and had started mixing them together in a small clay bowl. Motioning her over the ape digimon added a little of the water to the mix, then waved her over to the boy. “Soak the cloths and set them on the welts. It should help with the pain.”

“Alright.” Setting the bowl down next to her, Kat knelt on the ground by the bed and started wetting and wringing them out one at time. Not wanting to cause anymore pain to Ryan, she placed the cool cloths on his back and rear as gently as she could.

The cool cloths did help a little. It didn’t take away all the pain, but it did sooth the terrible burning some. Twisting his head a bit so he was looking at Kat, Ryan wondered what she was thinking.

“Sorry…” Ryan muttered hoarsely as the woman carefully picked up a cloth to re-cool it.

“Hmm?” Pausing she looked at him.

“I’m sorry.” He said a bit more clearly, though still sounded a little hoarse. “You must have been worried… and now you have to do this on top-“

“Yes I was worried; we all were, even Darin.” Kat cut in, dropping the cloth in the water. “And I don’t mind looking after you, even if it means I might be late getting my work done. You should now that by now. I have for the past four years after all.” Looking back at the cloth in her hand she sighed before dropping in it the water.

She wanted to chasten him for not coming to her with his problems. She didn’t though. She’d gotten the story out of Greg last night and understood why he hadn’t. If it was her she wasn’t sure she’d have said anything either.

“Even so… I’m sorry.” Ryan said again as she started ring out the cloth again before placing it on his back once more.

“If you sorry then tell me I won’t have to fear you being flogged again. Tell me you won’t anger Lord Mystimon.” She asked in soft but demanding voice. “It won’t take away all my worries about you, but it’ll help me sleep little better.”

“I have no intention of antagonizing him, or being difficult.” He told her honestly. He had no desire to be whipped again or worse. Still that didn’t take away any of his fear or dread of being owned by the powerful digimon. ’There’s no way to escape him though…’ He though closing his eyes when Apemon came over, waving Kat out of the way, and started applying the paste she’d made to the welts.

~~~

Ryan spent all morning lying on the bed in the sick room. Apemon had spreading the paste on his back, and then had cat help him stand so she could rub some kind of cream gently into his bruised stomach and eye. It still hurt even though she was being careful. Still he thanked her.

Nodding she told him to lay back down and not move too much. Turn to Kat she told her to go back to work now before left she for the kitchen herself. By the time she’d returned a few hours later to check on him and clean off the dried past on his back, Ryan’s bladder was aching with need. He stayed in the room for two reasons, one he’d been told not to move and two he’d not been sure he could even walk when he first realized he needed to go.

Luckily after she was done washing it off gently with a cool cloth she helped him into clean cloths and allowed him to go to the servants’ bathroom on his own. While slightly wobbly he was able to get there without aid. When he was done he’d returned to the sick room. He found Mikemon waiting for him when he got there.

“Mystimon wants you to go clean his suite.” The calico told him, sympathy obvious in his voice.

“Alright…” Ryan nodded. Work of any kind was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but wasn’t about to complain, and definitely not refuse. Not like he could anyway. All that would do is get him in more trouble, and he didn’t want or need that.

His ears dropping a little and an unhappy look on his face Mikemon watched as the boy did as ordered and started down the hall. Sighing he turned and made his way to his office. He had his own work to be seeing too.

~~~

Normally cleaning the suite wouldn’t have been hard at all. Mystimon was a fairly clean person, so he didn’t leave the rooms in mess, and he had the rooms cleaned daily by one of the maids. So all Ryan had to really do was straighten up a few things, and do some light dusting. Still with how his back hurt even that wasn’t going to be quick and easy. And it wasn’t. He started by just tidying up the elf digimon’s belongs and then taking duster over everything in the first two rooms, using a stool to reach places too high to get otherwise. He decided to save the bathroom for last as he thought if might be more to do there.

After maybe 30 minutes of dusting his back was killing him again. He kept cleaning though. He was scared of Mystimon coming to check on him and thinking he was slacking off. Which likely was good thing as Mystimon did come to check on him after a while.

Entering the suite quietly Mystimon passed thought the sitting room, checking to see how clean it was as he went. Everything seemed to be as it should be, and he couldn’t see any traces of dust so he was pleased. Walking over to the door that led to the bedchamber looked to see if the boy was in that room. He was. He was working on just finishing getting the bed made.

“That’s good enough.”

Jumping slightly, and gasping at the pain that caused, Ryan turned to look at Mystimon who was leaning in the doorframe and watching him.

“I’ll have the maid come finish in a bit, so put that down and come here.” Mystimon said nodding at the wash cloth. Dropping the cloth in the sink Ryan walked over to Mystimon. Stopping before him he looked at his new master and wondered why he’d decided not to have him finish the cleaning. He wasn’t about to complain though.

“Take off your shirt and lie down. I want to see your back.”Mystimon ordered, waving towards the bed.

He didn’t really want to take off any piece of clothing for the digimon or get on the bed, but Ryan wordlessly did as he was told. He started for the bed, pulling his shirt off as he went. He hiss slightly in pain as the shirt touched his back. Climbing up on the bed he lay down on his stomach.

Having followed the teen as he’d gone to the bed, Mystimon sat next to him and looked at the red welts. They weren’t quiet as big as before thanks to Apemon’s care, but they were obviously still painful. Reaching down he gently ran a finger down own. Even so the touch burned. Tensing and biting his lip to keep quiet Ryan lay there, as that was all he could really do. Other then wish Mystimon would stop or that he was elsewhere.

“You won’t give me a reason to punish you like this again will you?” The elf digimon asked pulling his hand away.

“No. I’ll be good and do as you want of me.” Ryan told him. Knowing the kind of things the digimon would likely want made him feel ill, but he really didn’t want to be punished again so he’d behave. He just didn’t see the point in it. In the end he’d just be made to do whatever it was the elf wanted anyway.

“Good. I won’t tolerate obvious disobedience. I do have a temper, but I’m not unreasonable. I normally deal out fair punishments, and won’t give impossible tasks.” Mystimon told him. Going quiet he just looked down at Ryan for a bit before getting up and leaving him alone on the bed. “Lay there for a while."

Nodding Ryan shifted a little to get more comfortable and closed his eyes. He heard a tap on the suite door and Mystimon tell someone to enter. As the scent of freshly baked bread reached his nose he realized if must be dinner time as it was well past lunch by now. He looked over as the maid brought the tray into the room and set it at the table.

Having not eaten since early the day before his stomach decided to inform him of his displease of the fact. ’Has it really been that long? It must have taken me longer to clean then I’d realized.’ He thought miserably as Mystimon sat down to eat. The smells made his mouth water, but he tried to ignore it. If Mystimon wanted to let him have some it would be after he was finished.

After few minutes Mystimon stopped eating and looked over at Ryan. His sensitive ears picking up the sound of the boys increasingly growling stomach. “Have you eaten at all yet today?”

“No sir…” Ryan answered a little hesitantly. He didn’t want Apemon getting in trouble over it.

“I’m guessing then that you haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday?” At the boys nod he sighed and shook his head. “Come eat something then. I don’t want to hear the grumbling of your stomach.”

A little surprised as he’d never seemed to care before if he was hunger while he’d ate; Ryan got up and walked over to the table. When he just looked at the food, fresh rolls and what smelled and looked to him like a chicken soup, with an unsure expression Mystimon shoved a roll in his hand and barked, “EAT.”

Jumping slightly Ryan nodded again and took a bite of the roll. When the elf digimon motioned for him to have some of the soup as well he hesitantly picked up the spoon and tired it. He was right about it being a chicken soup. It had bits of potatoes, carrots, celery, and onion in it as well as rice. And of course bits of tender chicken. It was perfectly seasoned and much better than anything he normally got as a slave.

Getting up from his chair Mystimon went to pull a rope attached to a bell that would summon a servant to his suite. After sitting back down he watched as Ryan stood next to him and slowly ate. Or did for a bit. Soon his eyes started to wonder over his still bare torso. Looking at the bruise there he sighed. He needed to work a bit harder on controlling his temper. Looking up at his eye he wondered if someone had put a healing cream on it as it seemed less swollen then this morning.

When the boy stopped eating he dragged his eyes away for the boy’s bruises and looked to see how much was left, “Keep eating. You can’t be full yet.” As the boy had only eaten the one roll he’d given him and ‘maybe’ a quarter of the soup he doubted he really was. “Eat all you want of that. I don’t want to be hearing that stomach of yours anymore today.”

’I don’t understand him…’ Ryan thought as he picked up another roll and dipped it in the soup.

“Hmm you probably shouldn’t be on your feet more than necessary ether,-” The elf digimon said as he wrapped an arm around the boy, “-so I guess you should sit down.” He ended by pulling him to sit on his lap.

His heart racing at being grabbed and pulled towards the digimon Ryan tensed up. And hissed a little in pain as his back lightly bushed again the digimon. It hurt, though the burning of the welts across his ass hurt more. Eyes watering slightly he fought the need to get off hiss hurting rear. It didn’t help either that he half expecting the hand on his stomach to move lower. Unsure of what to do Ryan started down at the food. If he did want to touch him how could the elf digimon expect him to just keep eating like nothing was happening?

“Relax and eat.” Mystimon told him, loosening the hold he had on him a bit. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

He didn’t completely trust the digimon not to do something, but he did as told and started to eat again. Relaxing wasn’t that easy though. Not when he was in pain, nor this close to the elf digimon.

At tapping on the door reminded him that Mystimon had summoned someone to come up. Realizing he’d be seen sitting like this on his new masters lap Ryan wished he was elsewhere as the elf digimon called for whoever it was to enter.

One of Grapleomon’s few free human servants that lived in the nearby town, a pretty young woman with short brown hair, opened the door and seeing the sitting room empty made her way to the open door to the bedchamber. “What may I do for you?” She asked her eyes on Ryan before looking at Mystimon.

Not particularly worried what she may think about Ryan being in his lap, even if said boy did, Mystimon started to inform her of what he needed. “I need more food sent up. Go down to the kitchen and have them send up another tray.

“Yes, sir. I’ll have them send it right away. Do you need anything else?”

“Yes. Tell the normal maid that cleans my rooms she’d needed today after all.” He told her then waved to the door. Once she’d left he looked back at Ryan. “I thought I told you to eat?”

“Sorry…” Picking the spoon back up he started to eat again. He’d just finished eating, haven eaten all the rolls and almost completely clearing the large bowl of soup, when the second tray of food arrived.

“Go lay back down.” Mystimon ordered letting of Ryan so he could eat easier, then told the servant to enter. Ryan didn’t really want to be back on the bed, but it was better than then sitting on his lap, so Ryan quickly got up and went over to the bed. On his way over the servant (the same woman from before) entered with the food. She placed the new tray of food down and after a nod of permission left with the old one.

Lying down on his stomach again Ryan watched her leave. He couldn’t help but wonder what she thought of him. He knew her, she was Emily. She’d always been polite to him, but also seemed to think herself better than him or any of Grapleomon’s other slaves. ’She’s probably thinking I’m a dirty sex slave or something…’ Just thinking someone ‘might’ think of him like that made him feel even worse. It did help that he was pretty sure that’s what he’d be soon.

Looking over at his new master as he ate, Ryan wondered what he’d do once he was done. He couldn’t help but think he’d likely come join him on the bed. Thinking of what he’d done last time he started to feel a bit ill.

~~~

AN- Sorry for taking so long to get the next chapter up. I got really stuck at the part where Apemon's treating his back. I think I rewrote that like 4 times.

I also went back and edited a lot and fixed some more typo's in the last 4 chapters. So if you've read them before you might want reread them.

And I thank the two people who reviewed this :3 I'm glad at last a couple people like it. And I don't want to spoil anything so not saying much about KnightDemon, Other we should see more of him soon.
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