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Riki's Submission
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Title: Riki’s Submission
Author: DrkDreamer
Email-Address: Herders4me@aol.com
Pairings: Iason/Riki
Date: December 30, 2005)
Feedback: Yes (on-list or private)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, explicit sex scene(s)
Disclaimer: Ai no Kusabi does NOT belong to me. Nor do Iason, Riki, Daryl, Raoul or Katze. Donner, Dory, Flick and Remy ARE mine, but I freely offer them as playmates. (Just, please be kind…) My AnK stories are inspired by the anime, but the ideas originate in my own twisted imagination. No one ever has ever paid me for what I write. (And I doubt they ever will.)
A little AnK background for those who don’t know it:
The setting is Amoi, a planet settled by humans many – MANY – years ago. In an attempt to better society, Jupiter, a female AI took over and established the rules the world runs by. For reasons only Jupiter knows, the sexual ratio is skewed almost totally male. (Could she be a slash writer who enjoys watching pretty men interact??)
‘Blondies’ are super-men, incredibly beautiful, powerful and sensuous. They are the Elite – they run the world. As long as Jupiter approves.
‘Mongrels’ are more human-like. The term refers to their hair and eye color (dark) – and their social status. (Non-citizens, lowest of the low.) It most definitely doesn’t mean they aren’t lovely to look at. They are – and especially Riki.
Blondies have two types of servants. Furniture – castrated males (both balls and penis removed), who care for their households; and Pets, who cater to them sexually. Becoming a Furniture is voluntary; being a Pet is ordained – bred in factory farms and trained to be docile and sexual. Pet-rings, around the base of the penis, both identify and control the male pets. They are capable of giving excruciating pain or intolerable pleasure. (Controlling female pets is never discussed.)
Blondie sexuality is dictated by Jupiter. Basically, they only get to watch their pets, and then run off to masturbate alone.
One day, Iason Mink, Jupiter’s favorite Blondie son saves Riki the Dark, head of Bison, one of the most powerful mongrel gangs, from a street fight – and then takes him home to make him a pet. To put it mildly, Riki is not happy. And fireworks erupt.
Katze is Iason’s ex-furniture, caught hacking his computer, but allowed to live - to run Iason’s black-market businesses.
In my little ‘twist’, thanks to Riki, Iason becomes aware that pets are real people with feelings and fears. He tries to set up an old-age home for pets, so they don’t have to be sent to brothels, mind-wiped to serve as factory slaves, or simply terminated. (Mind you, 18 is OLD for a pet.)
And now, to the story…
~~begin chapter 1
Iason watched Riki twist in the training rack. He lay back in his bed and leisurely surveyed the taut young body that was still stretched so wide. The metal of the rack seemed incongruous in the midst of his soft and beautiful bedroom. Riki’s arms were held above his head and stretched to their full extent by chains that attached to the top rail. His legs were similarly stretched wide to meet the ends of the bottom rail.
Iason smiled. “Do you want to apologize yet?”
Riki glared at him, his deep brown eyes sparkling with rage. “You damn sadistic bastard. Hell, no, I won’t apologize.”
Iason rose gracefully, his long blond hair swaying seductively as he moved. He pushed the single control on the top rail of the rack, and the chains tightened yet more, revealing the tendons in Riki’s arms and legs. A groan escaped the rich full lips, and Iason bent to capture it in his own mouth. Putting his hand behind Riki’s head, he held the mongrel’s head in place as he ravaged that helpless mouth. Breaking the kiss, he ran his fingers along the sleek tanned skin, suddenly stopping to squeeze the exposed tendons painfully.
Iason’s voice was soft, almost tender when he spoke again. “If you force me to stretch you further, your joints will be damaged badly. Maybe these pretty muscles will be torn. Is that really what you want, Riki?”
Tears filled Riki’s eyes, but he continued to meet Iason’s gaze. “No. I… I apologize.” His voice rose. “Now let me loose.”
“Address me correctly, Riki.” Iason’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Call me master.”
"And beg.
"Like a good pet.”
Riki glared, but he could take no more. His voice trembled as he said the awful words. “I’m sorry… master. Please loosen the chains.”
Iason smiled. Riki’s plea was barely acceptable. But, for tonight it would suffice. The young street mongrel was not yet broken, much less trained. But he would learn. Iason shifted the control in the other direction, and the chains became looser.
Iason released the chains on Riki’s wrists even further. “Kneel, pet, and show me how you can pleasure yourself.”
Slowly, Riki fell to his knees and sat back between his heels. He flexed his hands and arms, trying to relieve the cramping and regain feeling.
Iason’s voice had lost any sign of softness. “Now, pet. Do not tarry. My patience has limits.”
Riki glared again, but the tears in his eyes, and the fear on his face made the effort seem foolish – even to him. Iason smiled at the failed attempt to resist, and Riki’s hands dropped to his flaccid cock. He started to stroke himself, the chains tinkling softly.
Iason stood over him looking, and admiring the flesh that expanded and lengthened under the boy’s expert and practiced manipulation. “Spread your knees wider, Riki. I want to see all of you.”
When the beautiful dark-haired boy had complied, Iason took a seat in his chair, and watched in fascination as the once flaccid flesh turned hard and Riki’s hips began to rock. Different sounds now began to emerge from those beautiful lips. Raspy breathing and soft moans of agonized pleasure.
When Riki’s head dropped backwards, his thrusts now almost frantic, and the sounds becoming louder, Iason called out firmly. “Stop, pet.”
Riki did not acknowledge him and his hands moved faster. Iason pushed the small button on the controller in his hands, sending shock waves of pain through the ring at the base of Riki’s cock. The boy screamed, and his hands fell now to cover his genitals, as if that would somehow protect him from the pain that coursed through his body.
Iason’s voice was hard, but still with a hint of amusement. “Obey me, pet. Put your hands on your thighs. You must never disobey me.”
When Riki had obeyed and leaned back in agony, his cock sagged. Iason spoke again. “See, it is not so hard to obey. Now, stroke yourself again, but more slowly this time. Make it last.”
Slowly, fearfully, Riki moved his hands to his soft flesh, his eyes once again on Iason’s face. He moved his hands carefully, trying to take in Iason’s reaction. Very gradually, his cock became engorged again. Riki rocked his hips forward once, then forced his body to be still.
When Iason could hear his breathing again, he spoke softly. “Stop pet.”
This time, Riki obeyed immediately, and moved his hands to his thighs. “Satisfied, master?”
“You are such a mongrel slut, Riki,” Iason drawled. “Your body is disgusting.” But he shifted his legs beneath his flowing robe, his own erection beginning to demand attention.
Riki did not miss Iason’s actions, and his own lips began to curl into a smile. “If I’m so disgusting, why did you kiss me?” Iason displayed the controller, and lifted his finger to the button. Riki’s eyes flew to Iason’s hand, rage and fear battling for dominance. When the finger did not move and there was no more hellish pain, he shifted his gaze back to Iason’s face. His voice was low and pleading. “If I’m disgusting, let me go.”
Iason’s eyes looked up and down the pet’s body, taking in the sheen of sweat that covered him, the hands curled so tightly on his thighs. He leaned forward. “Have you so quickly forgotten how to address me?”
Riki’s face revealed his struggle. And his submission. His conscious decision to submit. “Master. I have not forgotten. Let me go.”
“No.” Iason’s eyes drifted to the proud cock bobbing gently between Riki’s legs. He noted that each breath Riki took caused it to move again. He leaned back in his chair. “But you have my permission to come.”
Riki’s hands went back to his cock and stroked it quickly, his hips bucking uncontrollably. His eyes closed, and a sweet moan escaped his lips, as his fluids burst from his body, covering his hands, and a bit of his belly. He slumped in the chains, and gradually, his eyes opened again.
Iason’s cheeks were flushed slightly, his robe was tented over his groin, but those were the only signs that he was not able to completely control. His voice was firm and seemed void of emotion. “Clean yourself, pet. Lick your hands.”
Riki stared at him for just a moment, then deliberately wiped his hands on the soft carpet beneath his legs. “Kill me, you bastard. I will not.”
Iason smiled and operated the controller. Riki’s body shuddered in the sudden pain, and his hands automatically clutched at his groin again. He screamed. When he could stop, his voice was still raspy. “I hate you, you Blondie asshole. I hate you.”
Iason rose gracefully and walked to the bathroom. His last words before he shut the door were filled with amusement. “I know, Riki. I know. But you will come to crave me.”
Riki watched the door close, and finally let his tears fall.
~~end chapter 1
Title: Riki’s Submission
Author: DrkDreamer
Email-Address: Herders4me@aol.com
Pairings: Iason/Riki
Date: December 30, 2005)
Feedback: Yes (on-list or private)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, explicit sex scene(s)
Disclaimer: Ai no Kusabi does NOT belong to me. Nor do Iason, Riki, Daryl, Raoul or Katze. Donner, Dory, Flick and Remy ARE mine, but I freely offer them as playmates. (Just, please be kind…) My AnK stories are inspired by the anime, but the ideas originate in my own twisted imagination. No one ever has ever paid me for what I write. (And I doubt they ever will.)
A little AnK background for those who don’t know it:
The setting is Amoi, a planet settled by humans many – MANY – years ago. In an attempt to better society, Jupiter, a female AI took over and established the rules the world runs by. For reasons only Jupiter knows, the sexual ratio is skewed almost totally male. (Could she be a slash writer who enjoys watching pretty men interact??)
‘Blondies’ are super-men, incredibly beautiful, powerful and sensuous. They are the Elite – they run the world. As long as Jupiter approves.
‘Mongrels’ are more human-like. The term refers to their hair and eye color (dark) – and their social status. (Non-citizens, lowest of the low.) It most definitely doesn’t mean they aren’t lovely to look at. They are – and especially Riki.
Blondies have two types of servants. Furniture – castrated males (both balls and penis removed), who care for their households; and Pets, who cater to them sexually. Becoming a Furniture is voluntary; being a Pet is ordained – bred in factory farms and trained to be docile and sexual. Pet-rings, around the base of the penis, both identify and control the male pets. They are capable of giving excruciating pain or intolerable pleasure. (Controlling female pets is never discussed.)
Blondie sexuality is dictated by Jupiter. Basically, they only get to watch their pets, and then run off to masturbate alone.
One day, Iason Mink, Jupiter’s favorite Blondie son saves Riki the Dark, head of Bison, one of the most powerful mongrel gangs, from a street fight – and then takes him home to make him a pet. To put it mildly, Riki is not happy. And fireworks erupt.
Katze is Iason’s ex-furniture, caught hacking his computer, but allowed to live - to run Iason’s black-market businesses.
In my little ‘twist’, thanks to Riki, Iason becomes aware that pets are real people with feelings and fears. He tries to set up an old-age home for pets, so they don’t have to be sent to brothels, mind-wiped to serve as factory slaves, or simply terminated. (Mind you, 18 is OLD for a pet.)
And now, to the story…
~~begin chapter 1
Iason watched Riki twist in the training rack. He lay back in his bed and leisurely surveyed the taut young body that was still stretched so wide. The metal of the rack seemed incongruous in the midst of his soft and beautiful bedroom. Riki’s arms were held above his head and stretched to their full extent by chains that attached to the top rail. His legs were similarly stretched wide to meet the ends of the bottom rail.
Iason smiled. “Do you want to apologize yet?”
Riki glared at him, his deep brown eyes sparkling with rage. “You damn sadistic bastard. Hell, no, I won’t apologize.”
Iason rose gracefully, his long blond hair swaying seductively as he moved. He pushed the single control on the top rail of the rack, and the chains tightened yet more, revealing the tendons in Riki’s arms and legs. A groan escaped the rich full lips, and Iason bent to capture it in his own mouth. Putting his hand behind Riki’s head, he held the mongrel’s head in place as he ravaged that helpless mouth. Breaking the kiss, he ran his fingers along the sleek tanned skin, suddenly stopping to squeeze the exposed tendons painfully.
Iason’s voice was soft, almost tender when he spoke again. “If you force me to stretch you further, your joints will be damaged badly. Maybe these pretty muscles will be torn. Is that really what you want, Riki?”
Tears filled Riki’s eyes, but he continued to meet Iason’s gaze. “No. I… I apologize.” His voice rose. “Now let me loose.”
“Address me correctly, Riki.” Iason’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Call me master.”
"And beg.
"Like a good pet.”
Riki glared, but he could take no more. His voice trembled as he said the awful words. “I’m sorry… master. Please loosen the chains.”
Iason smiled. Riki’s plea was barely acceptable. But, for tonight it would suffice. The young street mongrel was not yet broken, much less trained. But he would learn. Iason shifted the control in the other direction, and the chains became looser.
Iason released the chains on Riki’s wrists even further. “Kneel, pet, and show me how you can pleasure yourself.”
Slowly, Riki fell to his knees and sat back between his heels. He flexed his hands and arms, trying to relieve the cramping and regain feeling.
Iason’s voice had lost any sign of softness. “Now, pet. Do not tarry. My patience has limits.”
Riki glared again, but the tears in his eyes, and the fear on his face made the effort seem foolish – even to him. Iason smiled at the failed attempt to resist, and Riki’s hands dropped to his flaccid cock. He started to stroke himself, the chains tinkling softly.
Iason stood over him looking, and admiring the flesh that expanded and lengthened under the boy’s expert and practiced manipulation. “Spread your knees wider, Riki. I want to see all of you.”
When the beautiful dark-haired boy had complied, Iason took a seat in his chair, and watched in fascination as the once flaccid flesh turned hard and Riki’s hips began to rock. Different sounds now began to emerge from those beautiful lips. Raspy breathing and soft moans of agonized pleasure.
When Riki’s head dropped backwards, his thrusts now almost frantic, and the sounds becoming louder, Iason called out firmly. “Stop, pet.”
Riki did not acknowledge him and his hands moved faster. Iason pushed the small button on the controller in his hands, sending shock waves of pain through the ring at the base of Riki’s cock. The boy screamed, and his hands fell now to cover his genitals, as if that would somehow protect him from the pain that coursed through his body.
Iason’s voice was hard, but still with a hint of amusement. “Obey me, pet. Put your hands on your thighs. You must never disobey me.”
When Riki had obeyed and leaned back in agony, his cock sagged. Iason spoke again. “See, it is not so hard to obey. Now, stroke yourself again, but more slowly this time. Make it last.”
Slowly, fearfully, Riki moved his hands to his soft flesh, his eyes once again on Iason’s face. He moved his hands carefully, trying to take in Iason’s reaction. Very gradually, his cock became engorged again. Riki rocked his hips forward once, then forced his body to be still.
When Iason could hear his breathing again, he spoke softly. “Stop pet.”
This time, Riki obeyed immediately, and moved his hands to his thighs. “Satisfied, master?”
“You are such a mongrel slut, Riki,” Iason drawled. “Your body is disgusting.” But he shifted his legs beneath his flowing robe, his own erection beginning to demand attention.
Riki did not miss Iason’s actions, and his own lips began to curl into a smile. “If I’m so disgusting, why did you kiss me?” Iason displayed the controller, and lifted his finger to the button. Riki’s eyes flew to Iason’s hand, rage and fear battling for dominance. When the finger did not move and there was no more hellish pain, he shifted his gaze back to Iason’s face. His voice was low and pleading. “If I’m disgusting, let me go.”
Iason’s eyes looked up and down the pet’s body, taking in the sheen of sweat that covered him, the hands curled so tightly on his thighs. He leaned forward. “Have you so quickly forgotten how to address me?”
Riki’s face revealed his struggle. And his submission. His conscious decision to submit. “Master. I have not forgotten. Let me go.”
“No.” Iason’s eyes drifted to the proud cock bobbing gently between Riki’s legs. He noted that each breath Riki took caused it to move again. He leaned back in his chair. “But you have my permission to come.”
Riki’s hands went back to his cock and stroked it quickly, his hips bucking uncontrollably. His eyes closed, and a sweet moan escaped his lips, as his fluids burst from his body, covering his hands, and a bit of his belly. He slumped in the chains, and gradually, his eyes opened again.
Iason’s cheeks were flushed slightly, his robe was tented over his groin, but those were the only signs that he was not able to completely control. His voice was firm and seemed void of emotion. “Clean yourself, pet. Lick your hands.”
Riki stared at him for just a moment, then deliberately wiped his hands on the soft carpet beneath his legs. “Kill me, you bastard. I will not.”
Iason smiled and operated the controller. Riki’s body shuddered in the sudden pain, and his hands automatically clutched at his groin again. He screamed. When he could stop, his voice was still raspy. “I hate you, you Blondie asshole. I hate you.”
Iason rose gracefully and walked to the bathroom. His last words before he shut the door were filled with amusement. “I know, Riki. I know. But you will come to crave me.”
Riki watched the door close, and finally let his tears fall.
~~end chapter 1