#Alright I've hurt the bean are we all satisfied now? XD

[tenmillionwhumperflies]

Avizon, I dare you to punish Dyan, he has been acting pretty bad 🤭

You're all very much into seeing Dyan suffer, I see 😂 My poor innocent baby birb!

Content warnings for belting/beating

Avizon grumbled. He understood now. He understood but it was too late. He called for Dyan at the top of the stairs, weighing the belt in his hands. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt him like this but he didn't have a choice, just as Dyan hadn't had a choice before. He didn't know what kind of magic this was, but he didn't like it- and that was coming from a wielder of dark magic.

Dyan turned around from where he sat on the bottom step and whimpered. "Master..."

"Up, let's get this over with."

"B.but I didn't move, master please..." Dyan stopped himself and shuddered.

"You're so keen for punishment all the time then you can have it." Avizon grimaced. These words were not in his own. He couldn't stop it.

Dyan made his way up the stairs and followed his master to one of the bedrooms. It had a massive bed, one of those with columns in each corner and a roof, but Dyan didn't know the name of that kind of bed. "Shirt off."

Dyan obeyed, fingers fumbling with the laces. "Hurry up," Avizon demanded.

Dyan increased his efforts until finally it came away. Avizon guided him over to one of the columns, made him lean against it with his hands. Exposing all of his back and wings.

"Keep your wings flat. If I break a bone in them because you move, it will be your fault."

"Yes, master," he squeaked.

"Twenty of these for you, I think. Resist, and you get more."

Avizon had always hated these kinds of punishments, the painful type where they'd have to willingly want the pain, fight against instincts. It was cruel, but it was a punishment and in truth, he couldn't have Dyan fighting Ihuka all the time. It had to be stopped, even if it had been a dare. Such foul magic. Inescapable!

Dyan cried out with the first strike. He hadn't been prepared for the harsh metal smacking between his shoulder blades. His heart sank. That was only the first one. Was it a mercy to speed this up? To get them all over and done with the sake of a few seconds.

He hit him again keeping it slow for now. Three times, four. Dyan's legs wobbled and he let out a sob. Five times, six, seven, a scream. Eight, nine... "Master, I'm sorry!" he cried, tears streamed down his face. "I'm sorry!" Ten.

Perhaps fasted would be a mercy in ways, even if it did hurt more. It would be a mercy to his own ears. He couldn't bear to listen to him.

He shoved Dyan over to the bed, giving him the blankets to cling onto. Avizon shortened the belt and used his powers to force Dyan to be perfectly still. Then it began, he brought the belt down with extreme speeds, but that also meant more force. Dyan screamed loudly, squeaking and begging and gasping for air, but Avizon was already at twenty.

Only he couldn't stop. The dark magic inside him enjoyed seeing his pain. He couldn't stop it. He battled with himself while Dyan screeched until finally he was able to tear himself away from him, leaving Dyan's back a red and swollen mess. He'd drawn a little blood in places too.

Avizon stumbled back against the wall, panting for breath, but Dyan didn't dare move. He trembled against the bedding. "I... I will be better, Master," Dyan rasped. "Thank you..."

Avizon felt sick at hearing him thank him for what he'd just done.

"I... Let's get these... Dyan, I am so sorry."

Avizon helped him up to his feet and carefully helped him to walk. Dyan clung to him, despite everything.

A dare's a dare.