Riki's Submission

** Thanks for the kind reviews and the reassurances my story doesn’t suck. Chayron – I feel so much like you do. The perfection of the original story and the other great interpretations I’ve read made attempting a story of my own intimidating…

Ayachan, Chibineko69, Nautica, Rawben and Chicken Ice Cream – your comments are much appreciated.

I really had intended the last chapter to be ‘the end’, but Nautica planted a seed, and the characters decided there was more to say and do. This chapter was hard for me. (Thus the delay in updating.) I do anticipate the next one will come a little faster. **


~~begin chapter 12

In the week following the visit to Donner and Dory, and Iason’s brutal punishment, Riki thought more and more about how Iason manipulated him. He became more and more furious - at Iason, of course, but also with himself. I’m too fucking easy. I need another way to fight the damn prick. But Riki could think of no way to affect the Blondie. No matter how he felt emotionally, no matter how much he might detest what Iason did to him, his body always responded to the man’s touch.

Iason watched Riki’s reactions with great interest. He understood what was happening, enjoyed his power and gloried that he controlled the mongrel so completely. He would deliberately infuriate Riki, then sit back in amusement, listening to Riki rant and curse him. And afterwards he would demand sex. Riki’s reluctance was the only excuse Iason needed to punish him. And those punishments would inevitably end with Iason striking Riki’s bare buttocks with his hand, somehow twisting that pain into seduction.

And arousing them both. Leading to sexual encounters that left Iason breathless.

And Riki humiliated.

Riki hated it, hated Iason and determined he would find a way to break the pattern. He stopped asking for anything; he tried desperately to obey every order without protest. Quickly finding that to be impossible, he began, in what privacy he could find, to practice controlling his body. To arouse himself and then use his will to make himself go limp again. He was not successful immediately, but after a few times, he learned to control his body sufficiently that he could concentrate exclusively on the pain of Iason’s beatings and not be aroused by them.

The first time Riki failed to respond to him, Iason had assumed some sort of irregularity and dismissed it without further thought. When he took Riki to his bed, and made demands for what he wanted, Riki had submitted and given it without comment or objection.

After the third time, Iason realized Riki must be fighting him, refusing to be aroused. And again, he was amused, finding Riki’s struggles against him infinitely fascinating. Every time he broke the boy’s will in some way, Riki would find another way to rebel. He wondered how long this game could go on.

At first, Iason thought the latest rebellion of little significance. The mongrel did whatever he was told without hesitation. But, in time, he found he was bothered by it. He would lay awake after Riki slept, wondering why he found such superb physical satisfaction not enough. Why it would make any difference that the mongrel found no pleasure in their coupling. Pets are here to please me, he reminded himself. It doesn’t matter what they feel. Only, to Iason’s great surprise, it apparently did. At least when the pet was Riki…

Iason experimented. When he approached Riki more carefully, asking, rather than demanding, the mongrel would initially refuse, but could be cajoled and enticed – and would eventually respond with wild abandon, taking Iason to the highest levels of passion and pleasure he could imagine – and the boy would take what he wanted as well. Initially, Iason was pleased, but after a while, he realized even that was not enough. So what the hell else do I want? He pondered it for days.

And one night he figured it out. Riki came to him after they had dinner, knelt beside him and stroked his thigh. Iason found his cock twitched at this simple touch and his mind was elated as he thought Riki meant to seduce him. Iason ran his fingers through the mongrel’s beautiful, unruly hair, and Riki looked up. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Will you ever let me go, Iason? In two years, like you do with the other pets?”

Iason felt as if he had been stabbed. He managed to maintain his usual icy calm, but his heart beat faster and his thoughts raced. I should let Riki go. And now. Not in a year. I should be rid of him.

But he couldn’t. Hedging, he answered calmly, “I haven’t decided yet, pet.”

“Dammit, Iason. I’m not a pet. I want to go back home.”

“To the slums of Ceres, Riki?” Iason asked in contempt. “That is what you want?”

Riki pulled away from Iason then. “Ceres may be a slum, but it’s my home.” He walked toward his room.

Ah, Iason thought, as he watched the boy walk away. The only thing that will satisfy me is for him to want be with me. For him to surrender his soul to me. And that, Iason realized, was still a very long ways off – if it would ever happen at all.

Riki got to his room and slumped to the floor. He knew Iason could have so easily made this end differently. Either by simply taking what he wanted, or by arousing his body so he gave it. But Riki was glad Iason had not. At least he thought he was glad. He convinced himself the emptiness he felt was because of Iason’s words, and not because he was in his own room rather than Iason’s.

He still dreamed of his freedom, of Guy and Bison. And his frustration built even further as he recognized his total inability to escape Iason and return to the life he had known. So he lived the life Iason permitted him. And he waited. Not sure of what might happen, but unwilling to give in to Iason’s appeal and relinquish all his hope of freedom. He accepted numbly and was glad that he had ceased to feel such abject pain.

~~

Iason returned from his latest round of meetings with a headache and in a foul mood. The off-worlders had refused his terms for the sale of drugs and pets. They would give in, of course. But there must be another day of meetings with them.

And Raoul had made it even worse, warning him at every opportunity of the dangers of keeping Riki. To the point that Iason had turned on him in anger and told him never to mention the mongrel’s name again. Tomorrow would not be an enjoyable day…

When Iason entered his penthouse, even Daryl was frightened by the look on his face. And when Iason called for Riki, Daryl wished he could think of some reason to refuse - for the mongrel’s sake - but he bowed and went to do his master’s bidding.

“Riki,” Daryl whispered as he entered the mongrel’s room, “Master Iason wants you. Please hurry. He’s very… impatient tonight.”

“He’s always impatient.” But Riki held up his hand as Daryl started to protest. “Don’t worry. I’m coming. You know I’m a good little pet these days.”

Daryl could hear the bitterness in those words, and he remained silent. Riki would do what he had to. He had learned that much. Like a good little pet.

Iason looked up as Riki entered the room. His face was composed now, his eyes barely hinting of his anger. “You look like you’ve had a good day, pet.”

Riki shrugged. “One day is very much like another.”

Iason stood abruptly. “Perhaps I should introduce you to something new.” Riki stepped back automatically, fearing whatever Iason intended. He steeled his features not to reflect his fear, knowing well that Iason would attack any sign of weakness.

“What do you have in mind?” Riki managed to keep his voice level and calm.

Iason smiled and reached his hand to Riki’s crotch, squeezing his balls until he saw the pain reflected in the boy’s eyes. “A pet show, I think.” His hand motion turned to a soft caress and he leaned forward to capture Riki’s mouth. For just a moment, Riki stood stiffly, but Iason’s other arm slipped around his waist and pulled him closer. Iason’s hand slid up Riki’s shaft and his tongue pushed into the mongrel’s mouth. “Surrender to me, Riki.”

And Riki almost did. But he pushed against Iason’s chest and stepped away. “No. I will not entertain you and your fucking Blondie friends with my shame.”

Iason’s hand became steel on his wrist. His voice was ice. “I didn’t ask you. And there is no shame for a pet in obeying his master.” Raoul had been telling him all day what a fool he was to keep the mongrel. How he tempted Jupiter to come down on him for allowing Riki so many privileges. For not using him as a pet. It was time to take Riki out and have him demonstrate his submission.

Riki fought him, pulling as hard as he could. “I am not a pet, Iason. I won’t do this.”

Iason twisted Riki’s wrist until Riki groaned and fell to his knees to try to relieve the pressure that threatened to break his bones. Iason loosened his grip. “You are my pet, Riki. Your life would be much better if you would just admit that.”

Riki still pulled from him. His pulse quickened; his heartbeat throbbed in his ears. “Dammit, Iason. Why are you doing this to me?”

Iason released him and Riki almost fell. To prove Raoul wrong? To prove to myself Raoul is wrong? It was that and more. He would show the damn mongrel he had no power in their relationship. Riki would submit totally. His answer to the mongrel was much simpler. “Because I can, Riki. Have Daryl dress you.”

“Fuck you, Iason. I’ve put up with every damn thing you’ve done to me. I don’t want to go to a freaking show.” In spite of the brave words, Riki trembled to think he’d just made Iason angrier. He clenched his muscles to stop the unwanted response, but Iason had seen.

He smiled. “Obey me, pet. Go to Daryl.” He walked away to his own bedroom.

Riki realized he’d been holding his breath. He released it slowly and reluctantly went to find Daryl. The young furniture was waiting for him and tried to soothe him. “The shows aren’t so bad, Riki. Remy and Flick enjoy them. Donner and Dory did, too. Master Iason never lets anything bad happen to his pets.”

Riki looked at him in disgust and was again tempted to pummel him. But he sighed and nodded his head. Daryl only knew what he knew. And Remy and Flick had been trained to enjoy the damn displays. Only he found them degrading and humiliating. And he had foolishly allowed himself to think Iason would not force him to submit to those feelings again.

But Iason had been walking around with a spur up his ass lately. Submission was all he wanted - all the time. This was just another step… Riki thought he had himself under control until Daryl showed him what he was supposed to wear. A thong cut high over his hips and a miniscule harness vest. All in black. With matching bondage cuffs for his wrists and ankles.

“No, Daryl,” he breathed softly. “I can’t. I won’t.”

Daryl was almost in tears. “Riki, it’s what master Iason wants. If you don’t put it on, he’ll punish you.”

“Fine. I’ll take the damn punishment. I won’t wear that thing.”

“Riki, please…” Daryl was begging when Iason appeared in the doorway.

“Riki, strip.” When Riki only glared back at him, Iason hit the controller and sent him crashing to the floor, writhing in agony. When Riki could control himself enough to look up, Iason was startled to see the fury and hatred that still burned in the dark eyes. He hit the controller again and leaned in the doorway until Riki’s body was still. His words were soft, though the look on his face was glacial. “This is not particularly fun for either of us. You will obey. I suggest you do it now.”

Riki did not look at him this time, only pushed himself to his hands and knees. His voice was cracked and broken. “Alright, you damn asshole. I’ll wear the stupid costume.”

Iason nodded and left them. Daryl raced to Riki’s side. He was sobbing. “Riki… please don’t fight him, Riki. He doesn’t want to hurt you. You force him.”

Riki knew the words were not true. Iason was the only one here with choices. But, for the moment, he was broken. When Daryl helped him stand, he did. When Daryl eased his body into the clothes and cuffs, he didn’t resist. When Daryl put the collar around his neck and attached the leash, he submitted and walked to Iason, barefoot and with his head lowered.

Iason had changed clothes as well. He wore a black bodysuit, topped by a sleeveless red tunic, and his signature white cloak and gloves. As usual, his appearance was stunning, but for once, Riki did no more than glance at him. Iason took the leash from Daryl and had to jerk Riki’s neck to get the mongrel to look at him. “Follow me.” Riki nodded and lowered his head, following mindlessly.

Katze was waiting, and looked Riki up and down. Never had he expected to see the mongrel like this. His body trembling, his face empty. Katze’s eyes swept to Iason, but the cold look he met stilled any comment. Quickly, he opened the door for Iason and then for Riki. The mongrel climbed in the back seat, his bare ass exposed. Katze drew his eyes away quickly and went to the driver’s seat. “Still to the Grand Salon?” Iason nodded, but said nothing, his eyes focused straight ahead.

Katze glanced in the rearview mirror to check on Riki as he drove. The boy did not move or lift his eyes. When Katze stopped the car, he opened the door for Iason and attempted to help Riki, but the boy ignored his offered hand. Reluctantly, Katze handed the leash to Iason and left to park the car.

~~

Riki did look up when they entered the building. But the large entrance hall was full of people and when Riki saw the eyes of so many Elites examining him, he dropped his eyes again and only followed Iason. They were stopped often on their way to wherever Iason was headed. The Blondie spoke affably with everyone who approached him, and when people wanted to see his pet, he would tell Riki to turn. The mongrel was humiliated and he knew he blushed, but he refused to acknowledge the taunting stares. He clutched the numbness to himself and obeyed Iason’s commands.

Iason watched in amusement. Both at Riki’s embarrassment and his fellow Elite’s surprise that a mongrel could be so attractive. Riki’s dark hair was unruly, but it shaped his face, accentuating his large, bright eyes, and his sensuous mouth. The costume looked remarkably good, showing off the lean but rounded form of his buttocks, the lithe shape of his hips and thighs. The bruises were fading, but that was Iason’s only regret. He felt the familiar tingle in his groin as he watched his mongrel turn, as he saw his acquaintances have similar reactions to his own.

Finally, Iason broke away from the crowds and led Riki to a small enclosed space. “The stage is through those curtains.” When Riki did not look at him, he cupped the mongrel’s chin and lifted his head so their eyes met. His grip tightened until he saw pain in those beautiful eyes. “You will behave yourself tonight, and obey any instructions I give you. You will not embarrass me in front of my peers. Is that understood?”

For just a moment, Iason thought Riki might defy him, but the boy dropped his eyes and spoke softly. “I understand you.”

Iason unhooked the leash and turned Riki by the shoulders to face the curtain. “Go. I will be back here to pick you up when the evening is over.” When Riki did not step forward, Iason slapped his rear. “Go, now.” Riki stepped forward and Iason turned to leave.

Riki was blinded by the bright lights when he passed through the curtains and took a moment to let his eyes adjust. The stage was a large oval area banked by lights. There were dozens of pets already there. Most male, small and delicate. Pale and soft-looking. Like Remy and Flick, Riki thought, just before a hand shoved him forward roughly.

He took three steps before a foot hit his leg and he fell, immediately looking up to see who it might have been who tripped him. But there was a small group of pets standing together laughing, and he couldn’t tell. He heard the words, “Filthy mongrel,” and felt his blood boil. He leapt to his feet quickly and struck the closest boy with his fist.

It was then he heard Iason’s voice. “That is not permitted, Riki. Apologize to the pet.” When Riki stood stiffly, Iason added, “Kiss his feet.”

Riki turned to the audience, his fists clenched tightly. He could see no one, had no idea where the voice had come from. But there was angry murmuring from the crowd. And laughter from the group of pets, except the boy he had hit, who was crying hysterically. No, Iason, he almost begged out loud. Please. Don’t make me do this. But the murmuring grew louder and the ring around his cock tingled in warning.

He turned back to the pale haired boy, knelt at his feet and kissed them. The crying stopped and Riki heard the boy’s voice. “I don’t want your mongrel mouth on me.”

Riki looked up and spoke softly. “I’m not exactly enjoying it either.” He managed a smile. “Know a safe way to disobey your master?”

The boy was disconcerted and wiped the tears from his face. “No.” His voice softened. “If I did, I wouldn’t have tripped you.” Riki rose to his feet and the other boy took his arm. “Dance with me.” When Riki resisted, the boy looked back. “Please.”

Riki gave in and moved with the boy in the slow movements. “What the hell are we doing?”

The pale boy smiled at him shyly. “I hope we’re doing what the masters want.”

“I thought you were supposed to knock me down.”

The other boy moved closer and nuzzled his ear. “And then seduce you.”

Riki pulled away. “Ain’t going to happen, you little shit.”

The boy was obviously startled, but he put his arms around Riki’s neck and pushed his body close. “Please. My master is going to sell me if I don’t please him tonight.” Riki frowned, but then submitted and let the pale boy run his hands over his buttocks. “Touch me, too, please,” the boy begged. “Pretend you want me.”

The music changed and Riki pulled the boy to the middle of the floor where others hid them, at least to some extent. “What are you talking about?” The pale boy began to grind his hips into Riki’s. It was not… unpleasant. Riki allowed it and even began to move as well. “Were you looking for me? Or just anyone who showed up?”

The boy missed his step and Riki held his arm until he moved in rhythm again. The boy looked at him through long pale lashes. “I was supposed to look for a mongrel. I’m sorry.” Riki pulled him close and stroked his back.

“Do you know why?”

“To embarrass your master.” The boy looked up, suddenly anxious. “You do belong to Iason Mink, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Riki said bitterly. “You got the right mongrel.” They danced quietly for a while. “Why would you worry about being sold? If the bastard makes you do things you don’t want to, why should you want to stay with him?”

The pale boy’s eyes overflowed with tears. “He’s all I have.” The boy’s voice fell even lower. “He bought me… used. If I can’t make him want me, he will sell me to a brothel. I’m so afraid of that… I mean, I know it will happen eventually, but I’m only sixteen. It shouldn’t happen so soon.”

Riki nodded and hugged the small boy even closer. How would I feel if that was my choice? I’ve assumed Iason would release me if he let me go, but it could be much worse… He tried to make his voice light. “So what do we do? Make out - or should you trip me again?” The boy smiled and kissed his lips. Riki backed up. “Do you have a name?”

“This master calls me Seth.”

Riki moved closer again and they danced a few more steps. “Do you have a real name?” Riki asked.

If possible, the pale boy became even smaller. “My parents called me Anekin. But no one else has since I became a pet.”

Riki leaned closer. “Well, Anekin, knock me down and kick me.”

“What?” Anekin stared but continued to move Riki to the music of the dance.

“Do it. Now.” Riki slapped his face and Anekin almost fell. “Or I could beat you up instead,” Riki added. Anekin pulled himself straighter and faced Riki directly. He made a fist and struck Riki’s face. Riki could have ducked or stopped the boy, but he simply stood still and let the small boy’s fist hit his lip. Pathetic, he thought. This boy wouldn’t last 5 minutes in Ceres. Riki bit his own lip to be sure he bled and then fell to the floor, pretending to be unconscious.

He smiled to himself when he heard Iason’s voice again. “Stop the show. Get my pet from the stage.”

~~

In just minutes Riki was on a stretcher and being carried through the curtain and down a long hallway. Anekin was following behind, and Iason was waiting in the small private room. Riki was placed on a high platform where he was examined. When the healer stepped away and indicated he was not badly hurt, Iason sent the man away, glanced at Anekin and stepped to Riki.

His face reflected his anger. “What the hell are you trying to pull, Riki? There is no way this little thing,” he said, looking at Anekin, “could have thrown you. Are you trying to make a fool of me?”

Riki pushed himself up. “Anekin said his master sent him deliberately to trip me, and then try to seduce me. If you weren’t in on it, I thought you should know.”

Iason’s cold gaze swept to Anekin. “Who is your master, boy?” Anekin was as intimidated by the tall, elegant Blondie as anyone else. He fell to his knees and put his head on the floor. Iason yanked him up by his hair. “Who?”

Anekin was shaking badly, but he looked up and spoke clearly. “My master is Hiram Festus, sir.”

Iason frowned. “I don’t know the name. He is certainly not a Tanagura Elite. What are you doing here?”

Anekin had dropped his head, and Riki touched Iason’s arm. “Don’t be such a butthead. He’s already scared to death.”

Iason frowned at Riki and grasped his wrist in his steely grip. Riki backed away immediately. But he dared another comment. “He’s just an off-world pet, Iason; don’t hurt him.”

Iason was still angry but he heard the pleading in Riki’s voice. And the mongrel was trying to warn him. His face softened when he turned back to Anekin. “Is what he says true? Are you and your master from off-world?”

“Yes, master Mink. From Aeger, sir. My master came to the trade conference.”

That explained much. At least some of those attending the conference were determined to harass and humiliate the Elites of Amoi, mistakenly thinking they might win concessions. It had been attempted today during some of the meetings, and Iason had come down hard on the off-worlders, particularly the ones from Aeger. It made sense they would attempt to attack him. Many of the conference attendees had been invited to come here tonight. And to the pet auctions two days hence. Any weakness Riki showed would be an opportunity.

“Does your master know me?”

Anekin was shaking so badly he could hardly hold himself up on his knees. “I don’t know, sir. My master talked with his friends when you arrived, with your pet.” Anekin glanced at Riki. “They seemed to think we – their pets, I mean – could make yours make a mistake.” Anekin dropped his head again. “I’m so sorry, sir. I only did what my master told me.”

Iason sighed. This frightened little pet was not the one to punish. “You can go back to your master, now.”

Riki jumped up. “No! You can’t do that, Iason.”

“And why not?”

“Anekin says the man will sell him.”

“That is hardly my affair, Riki. Nor yours.”

“Iason…”

“Silence.” He turned to Anekin. “Go.”

~~

Riki looked at Iason. “You bastard. That little boy is scared to death. His owner is going to sell him to a brothel and buy a new pet. How could you just send him away?”

Iason’s brows rose. “Little boy? He’s almost as old as you, Riki. And he’s just a pet.”

“Damn you. Just a pet? I thought you wanted to make things better for pets.”

Iason hit the controller and dropped Riki to his knees. “I believe I gave you fair warning that you had best behave yourself tonight. Get back on stage.”

Riki got to his feet. His eyes were still full of anger, but he dropped his voice. “What am I supposed to do if one of the others attacks me? Allow it or beat the crap out of him?”

Of course Riki had allowed that other boy to throw him. Instead of beating up the frightened pet. Iason tried to reassure Riki. “Nothing else will happen to you. All that’s left is the group display.”

Riki stared at Iason. “Is that what it sounds like?”

Iason stroked Riki’s head. “Yes. Everyone kneels in a circle and pleasures themselves.”

Riki forced a grin. “Everyone? You gonna join us?”

Iason almost smiled, but kept his face severe. “Hardly. And I expect you to put on a good display, pet. Do not embarrass me again tonight.”

Riki’s shoulders dropped perceptibly and he looked away from Iason as he started to the door. “Yes, master Iason.”

Iason felt his heart lurch. Riki was giving up. The mongrel was giving him exactly what he asked for. And it’s not what I want…

~~end chapter 12