Maru-sha: Sorry for the long wait, but here it is, the third chapter of His Lord's Dog! Laugh and enjoy!

"Bark for me!! Bark like a dog!!" Sesshomaru yelled, whipping Inu-yasha across his back with a long, thin whip. Who knows where he got it...or when.

"Y-yes master...arf!!" Inu-yasha cried. Sesshomaru laughed evilly as he tormented the hanyou dressed as a possible sex slave. He took Inu-yasha by his hair and pulled him up making him gaze into his eyes.

"You're still not broken. Is your love for that stupid cat that strong?" Sesshomaru asked passively.

"Don't call Fluff stupid!!" Inu-yasha snarled. The Lord of the Western Lands threw him down with force.

"I'll call it whatever I want. You have no say in what I will or won't do. Understand?" he said. Inu-yasha sat up and turned his head away. "I said...'understand'!" he shouted, snapping the whip, hitting Inu-yasha right on his uncovered wrist. It hit with so much force that the skin tore and blood began spilling out.

"Yeowch!" he groaned, grabbing for his wrist, but the whip wrapped around his other arm.

"Bad dogs don't get to relieve their wounds" Sesshomaru said, waving his finger at him. Inu-yasha's eyes were filled with hurt as he began licking at his wound. Sesshomaru huffed and walked off. Inu-yasha noticed him lightly fan himself with his hand. Almost as if...he was strangely warm.

"What is this I'm feeling?" Sesshomaru thought as he balanced his checkbook. If he did let Inu-yasha keep that kitten, it wouldn't cut too much into their budget, yet he was looking for every excuse not to get it.

Sighing, he began lightly drawing on a piece of blank paper. Why did the sight of his brother tending to his wound in such a fragile way make him perspire? Surely the great Lord of the Western Lands wasn't getting any...thoughts.

Before long, the drawing resembled Sesshomaru holding Inu-yasha close while he himself licked at the wound on his wrist. "Oh hell..." he whispered. Being the perfectionist he was, Sesshomaru decided that he should make thing more than a little drawing. It became more detailed than any fan girl could hope to achieve.

"Now I can throw it away" Sesshomaru said, balling up the paper and tossing it behind his shoulder. It landed in the trashcan perfectly. He was to proud to just throw any drawing away. He went back into the living room and found Inu-yasha asleep on the couch. Infuriated, he grabbed a newspaper, rolled it up and hit Inu-yasha over his head.

"Owww!" he whined, waking up.

"Dogs aren't supposed to sleep on the couch. You will be punished greatly" he scolded.

"Not the whip again!" Inu-yasha cried. Sesshomaru yanked him off the couch and sat down, placing the hanyou over his strong lap.

"No, not the whip this time" he said, swatting the rolled up newspaper against Inu-yasha's thinly covered behind.

"Aiiee!! Sesshomaru, stop!" he cried out.

"Weakling, we haven't even started yet!" the older brother said coldly, swatting him one right after the other. Gritting his teeth, Inu-yasha couldn't believe he was being punished like a child...and with a newspaper no less! There was no way plain newspaper should hurt, but it was Sesshomaru using it.

"Sesshomaruuuu!! Stooop it!!"

"Call me Master!" he scolded, not letting up. Growling inwardly, the hanyou gave up.

"Master!!! Please stop!" he cried, a few tears escaping his eyes.

"Good boy" he said, standing up, knocking Inu-yasha off his lap and onto the floor. He would've kept going, but felt his lower area harden and he wanted to make sure his little slave wouldn't detect it. "Now go prepare my bath. It's getting late" Sesshomaru commanded, leaving the room. Slowly standing up, Inu-yasha went up the stairs to start his 'majesty's' bath.

"Damn him! How dare he do that to me!!" he thought, rubbing his leather covered arse as he walked upstairs.

Downstairs, Sesshomaru was trying to control himself. "Stop it!!" he yelled to his lower half. No use, he was still hard. Did the thought of his helpless, slender and pleading brother crying out for him to stop...turn him on?

"This can't be!! I can't be turned on by such a filthy half-breed like him! No! Naughty Sesshomaru!" he thought, mentally scolding himself.

"Master, your bath is half ready!" Inu-yasha sarcastically called from upstairs. The thought of Sesshomaru bathing with Inu-yasha close by on his leash made his mind start to wonder off into the forbidden zone.

"Oh no!!" the great Lord of the Western Lands thought.

To be continued...