Elis wasn't nervous, just curious of what he was in for. Because of Jacob's kind nature, it was expected to be a soft and gentle punishment, like a lecture or a simple two-minute time-out. But no, it involved a whip, soon to be against his backside. Jacob knew it would excite him, but the threat was if he did it again, he'll never feel any harsh pain or pleasure from the older male again. Both wouldn't like the idea, but Elis had to learn one way or another, he couldn't keep trying to get Jacob to make a move. The boy running away made the other think,

'He doesn't need me, he just wants anything he can get, even from a stranger...' But that wasn't entirely true; he hated the thought of him and women together. Elis thought they're a burden and expect everything because they're 'feminine and delicate.' It just didn't make sense...and men? He'd never like anyone before Jacob, he was too amazingly hot and kind, perfect in Elis' eyes, even though he wouldn't openly admit it.

"Elis! Get up and bend over the table. This might teach you a small lesson..." Jacob said as he came down the stairs, holding a rope and a whip. The boy did as he was told, excited for what was coming. His ears were hot and his tail stuck up, prepared for this moment. His body was ready but nervous, his senses were active, and he was over a table. Perfect."Good, now hold still. I want to make sure you don't move too much..." He said, tying Elis's hands behind his back. He was still standing over the table, tightly shutting his eyes when he felt his pants fall down. After moments of waiting, his underwear slipped off and he was left standing there, covering his front part. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, he just was cold with no pants on. The whip came down, causing tears to form in the smaller male's eyes. He accidentally screamed, suddenly alarming Jacob. Both stood silent, until Elis gave a nod, signaling they could continue. Jacob was hesitant, but eventually brought the whip back up. two, three, four. Drool was dribbling down his chin, the pain was too overwhelming for him to keep calm. With Jacob's left hand on his hip, he felt secure enough to calm down soon enough. Every time Elis heard the whip crack, it was like he needed to savor the sound, lock it inside his mind, just in case he never experiences this again.

His bottom was as red as a cherry, his eyes were hazy and lidded, almost giving him no sight what so ever. He was in heaven, pure bliss was in him, the sting he felt relaxed him, as did the other's firm grip on his waist. 'When would this end, hopefully never. It was so refreshing, feeling the whip hit in one of my sensitive spots. 'I definitely would have fallen if he wasn't holding me up, and the table, the friction on my skin made it so much better!' Elis knew what he wanted, it was simple. But...he wasn't sure if Jacob was enjoying himself with this or not. He couldn't turn around to look, so he had to guess. 'Based on the way he's hitting me...' Elis thought, feeling the thirteenth hit fall on his backside. 'Maybe he'll enjoy it if I start making noises, maybe. He absolutely didn't want those shameful noises to come out his mouth, it would ruin his pride and all he was as a person.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.

The boy counted in his head, hearing and feeling the last strike hit him. And oh, did it feel amazing! Blood rushed to every part of his body, his face was dusted in red and pink. He whimpered in pleasure and satisfaction, trying to catch his breath. 'I think I'm gonna cum.' Elis thought as he felt his hands being untied and the hand come off his hip, allowing him to stumble to the floor. His eyes were half closed and he was happy, this was something he definitely enjoyed. Jacob really just wanted to make sure his baby was okay, not hurt or bruised in any way he couldn't fix. That'd just break him if something like happened, especially when it would be his fault."Go lie down babes. You look tired." Jacob said as he picked Elis up. He was right, it was an tiresome day for both, and Elis could've sworn he was about to fall asleep. But he wanted an answer from Jacob...what were they? Were they just friends, was Jacob technically his family...were they lovers? That was the question roaming around in his clustered mind, pushing all other crazy ideas to the side. He just didn't know what he was to the other. He was mad he didn't understand, it felt like an empty space in his heart.

"Hey...Jacob? Can I...can I kiss you? I-I know it's weird, but-" Elis tried to say before he was interrupted by Jacob's lips on his. It was a soft, gentle, loving kiss unlike any other. Despite not knowing how, Elis kissed back and smiled, trying not to bit the other's lips. Both pulled back and looked at each other, Elis felt his tail slowly sweep the floor. He bit his lip and looked to the floor and frowned, taking a deep breath. He still didn't know what he was to Jacob, hopefully, his lover...or pet. To him, Jacob was the most amazing person in the world, his everything! The thing was, he clinged easily, meaning he would be crushed if Jacob told him he didn't love him or something of that sort.

"Jacob...what are we? A-am I like just...some boy you took in?" Elis suddenly said, head down in low-key embarrassment. There was an awkward silence between the two. It was like if one said something, it would just become more awkward. But one of them had to say something...

'You're my prize son'