Riki's Submission

** Many thanks to all who read and reviewed. Always so appreciated.

Nautica - the seed you planted was about who submitted in the relationship. Once you talked about Iason changing, I realized how right you were. I think Riki did submit (so the title isn’t totally screwed), but so did Iason. Otherwise, they would never have ended up like they did. Thank You!

Rawben – I assure you I’m a ‘happy-ending’ type. The novel/anime is SO dark, I suspect that’s why the fanfic writers turn themselves in knots not to repeat it.

Oh, yes, AnonnaDonna – I surely understand getting what you wish for and then finding out it was all wrong ;-(

Ayachan – one of this couple’s biggest problems is that they could never completely commit one way or the other… (Not just in my fic.)

ChibiNeko69 and Roriko – thanks for the compliments. I aim to please. {grin} And sometimes make it. **


~~begin chapter 13

After Riki left through the main door, Iason took a deep breath and turned through the shortcut that would take him back to the stage area. His intention was to return directly to his seat, but he heard voices in the lower tier and stopped to look. The pet he’d seen with Riki was being chastised by a tall, heavy man. His master, Iason assumed. Hiram Festus.

Iason remembered the man now. He had argued loudest about the shipping costs of pets, complaining that most of Aeger’s citizens could afford only those from on their own home world. He had complained that local pets were neither bred nor trained correctly. Iason had listened to him politely, and then suggested that representatives from Amoi could help set up programs to overcome some of the failures Aeger was experiencing. The man had seemed infuriated by the comments, and had quieted down only reluctantly.

Iason had dismissed him, only wondering vaguely how he had been selected to attend the conference in the first place. Pets from Amoi were only intended for the elite of any society. They were certainly never supposed to be affordable commodities for the middle classes.

Iason stared now at the frightened pet kneeling at the man’s feet, and he heard the man’s vicious voice. “You’re useless, you worthless piece of shit. All you had to do was force that dark-haired boy of Mink’s to attack you. And instead…”

Festus looked up quickly and then froze as Iason approached. His face flushed and his eyes seemed about to pop from his face. “Sir Mink,” he said hoarsely, “I’m so sorry about… about my pet’s poor behavior.” The man stepped back nervously, shifting his eyes to a group of off-worlders, as if seeking support. There was none forthcoming and he looked back to Iason. His voice was even more cracked. “Is your lovely boy alright?”

Iason stared coldly until the man began to perspire under his perusal. When he spoke, his voice was as cold and calm as usual. “My pet is fine. I have already sent him back for the group display.” Iason glanced at the trembling pet at Festus’ feet. “Will you not send your boy as well? He’s really quite lovely. And so different from mine. Perhaps we could have them next to each other.”

Festus was at a loss for words. This was certainly the last thing he’d expected. Iason cupped Anekin’s elbow and lifted him to his feet. “Go, boy. Find Riki.” Anekin looked to his master for permission.

Perspiration was running into Festus’ eyes and finally he grumbled as he wiped his face with a cloth. “Obey Sir Mink, Seth. Have you completely lost your mind?” Anekin bowed quickly and went to the stage entrance.

“You are very hard on him, Festus. Your pet was correct to seek your approval before obeying me.” Festus was even more perturbed and his lips trembled as he struggled to come up with a response. Iason smiled tightly, distressing the man even more. “Come. Sit with me in my box. We can watch together.”

Iason had given the man no alternative and when he turned away, Festus followed him. Raoul was sitting in the small Elite box when they arrived, and Iason had to send for another chair. Festus was almost shaking by the time it arrived and he could sit. Raoul had remained silent and only looked at Iason questioningly. “Lord Festus, this is Raoul Am, Tanagura’s head of Behavioral and Neurological Sciences. Raoul, I’m sure you remember Hiram Festus from today’s meetings.”

Raoul’s coldness matched Iason’s. “Of course. How could I forget?”

Festus sunk into his seat, and wondered how he could ever have thought to take on these strange men. He was licking his lips and trying to think of something to say when the main lights dimmed and the stage was lit prominently again. Happy for the distraction, he quickly leaned forward and focused his eyes on the stage.

Iason’s eyes went straight to Riki and noted that Anekin was beside him. He glanced back to Raoul and Festus. They both seemed to be looking at the same spot. “Raoul,” he said softly, “have you a pet here tonight?”

Raoul did smile now. “No. I came to see your mongrel. You have forbidden me to speak of him, but his performance was open.” Festus looked between the two Blondies, even more embarrassed. Raoul spoke again. “He’s done quite well tonight. I was surprised, though, that he didn’t beat that blue haired boy to a pulp.”

Iason hid his smile. “So was I. I’m sure Festus must be glad, though.”

Raoul turned to Festus. “And why is that?”

Iason answered. “The lovely boy belongs to Lord Festus.”

The instructions were given for the boys to disrobe, and Iason focused on the stage again, watching Riki’s every move. He was slow to obey and his hesitant movements looked like deliberate attempts to seduce. Iason almost laughed, thinking how distressed Riki would be if he knew what effect his movements had. When all the pets were naked, the announcer instructed them to kneel and spread their legs.

Iason thought at least some of his training had taken, for Riki obeyed these orders quickly and precisely. He knelt in absolute stillness, his hands on his thighs, and only his clenched fists betrayed any sign of his nervousness. Anekin was obviously more at ease, his shoulders relaxed and he would occasionally glance at Riki. But most of the other boys were still and a little tense, so Riki did not stand out.

Tonight’s announcer asked for slow and deliberate actions, probably for the benefit of the off-worlders, many of whom would have never seen such a formal show. His first instruction was for the pets to pinch their left nipples with their right hands, and then rub them gently. For a moment, Iason expected to see Riki’s limp cock twitch in arousal, then remembered Riki’s right nipple was his sensitive one. He settled back in his chair to wait. When the announcer gave the order for the boys to release their left nipples, an appreciative murmur rose from the crowd. Every boy’s nipple was erect and swollen, and some boy’s were beginning to get an erection. When the instruction was given for the boys to play with their right nipples, a sound came from Riki’s mouth and his cock twitched and stiffened.

Raoul leaned over and whispered. “Did you realize he would do that?” Iason nodded without looking away from the stage. Riki’s hips had begun to rock upward.

The announcer’s next words were a warning. Any boy who climaxed without permission would be subject to being bent over the bench and taken by as many others as his master would permit. There were gasps from the stage now, as many of the boys fought their bodies. Riki ceased his hip movements. Anekin still seemed fine. His slender cock was firm, but he did nothing other than what he was told.

Iason spoke to Festus. “Your pet has wonderful control. You must have trained him well.”

Festus nodded, suddenly taking pride in his pet. “A few strappings and a few hits of the cock ring worked wonders on him.”

The announcer was calling for the boys to rise on their knees and push a finger into their anus. Riki had never done this, at least, not for Iason, and Iason’s eyes were glued to the sight. Riki had worked four fingers into himself before he groaned in pain, but most of the other pets were even louder. Anekin’s eyes spilled tears of pain.

There was a general sigh of relief from the stage when the pets were told to remove their fingers and kneel flat again. Riki’s head was bowed, which surprised Iason at first. But, of course, he would be embarrassed to have admitted any pain.

Next, the announcer told the boys to stroke themselves, quickly followed by another warning not to come until given permission. For some of them, it was hopeless, and as soon as they climaxed, they were taken to a pen at the back of the stage. Riki was still under control, as was Anekin, but the odors of sex were in the air and all the remaining pets struggled not to make the same mistake.

Riki’s dark hair and skin certainly drew attention. Iason was pleased to hear positive comments about his mongrel pet. When the announcer finally gave permission for the boys to climax, Iason found himself holding his breath when Riki started to approach, watching the taunt young body stretch and strain. Riki’s eyes were closed and his hand worked at a feverish pace. He was beautiful when he came, throwing back his head, crying out loud, and lifting himself as the streams of his seed drenched his hand and belly. Most of the boys were silent as they came, and those in the audience who had not seen Riki before noticed him now. Iason smiled slightly as he heard the murmurs from the audience.

Afterwards, when all the boys were done, Riki cleaned himself as the announcer instructed, licking his hands, and wiping himself with the cloth provided. He stood as he was instructed and walked the perimeter of the stage naked and silent. Always before, he had been humiliated to be seen like this; but never had he been mute, always before he had cursed and complained. Iason felt a hitch in his breathing as he watched the proud young head bowed down. Not what I wanted… Oh, Gods, not at all what I wanted. What have I done?

Festus rose quickly. “Excuse me, please. I must fetch my pet.”

But Iason reached out and took his arm. “I would like to borrow him from you. Just for a few days, of course. I would like to see him pair with my Riki. You don’t object, do you? I will return him on the last day of the auction.”

Festus was plainly upset, but he could hardly argue with the Blondie Elite of this world. Even this brief venture into their society had taught him that much. He mumbled something unintelligible, then bowed and escaped. Raoul laughed. “What the hell was that all about?

Iason smiled. “Riki likes him.”

“What in the name of Jupiter? You aren’t seriously bringing home a pet for your pet?”

“Not exactly. I just want to see them pair. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

Raoul suspected that was not all Iason intended, but at least it was acceptable. He voiced no complaint.

~~

Iason found Katze waiting in the lobby and motioned him over. “I will need two cloaks. For Riki and another pet who is going home with me. Can you get them quickly?”

“Of course.”

Iason nodded and turned away. “I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes.”

Katze watched him for only a moment, then hurried to do his bidding. He was certainly curious, but he could hardly question Iason.

When he returned, Iason was waiting with Riki and another boy. Small, delicate – and very frightened. Riki was staring at the floor, showing no emotion. The smaller boy glanced between Riki and Iason, but when Katze approached, he turned his eyes to the floor, seeming to take his cues from Riki. Katze handed each boy a cloak and watched them cover themselves quickly.

Iason handed the smaller boy’s leash to Katze and held to Riki’s himself. He led the way outside and then waited for Katze to point to the car. Iason again took the lead, and Katze was both surprised and pleased to see Iason’s arm circle the mongrel’s shoulder. Riki looked up, equally surprised, and Iason leaned over to kiss his mouth. Riki initially tried to pull away, but gave up quickly and seemed to relax into Iason’s touch.

Anekin was watching, too and shifted closer to Katze. “What are they doing?” he whispered.

“I’m sure they have no idea.” But Katze’s lips had turned up in one of his rare smiles.

~~

Daryl met them at the door. For just a moment, his face registered his surprise at seeing this other pet, but he covered it quickly and bowed to Iason. “I have prepared a late supper, sir, if you are hungry.”

“No. I ate at the Salon, but I suspect the pets may want something to eat.” Riki looked at Iason sharply, and, for a moment, Iason thought he might object to being called pet, but instead, he lowered his eyes and remained silent. Iason found he was disappointed... “Take them to the dining room.”

Daryl led the way and the smaller boy followed him immediately. Riki hesitated for only a moment and then followed as well. The room had been prepared for Iason, and shone with the glow of candlelight and fine silver. Anekin was shy and looked about nervously until Riki touched his arm and told him to sit. “Your master lets you eat at his table, Riki?” he asked very softly.

“Sometimes. When he wants something from me.”

Anekin was obviously surprised. “Why doesn’t he just order you?”

Riki grinned. “I’m a bit of a shit myself, Anekin. Bribery works best.”

“Bribery? My master would never do such a thing.”

Iason appeared with a glass of wine in his hands and sat at the head of the table. “And Riki exaggerates.” His voice softened. “Though I am somewhat lenient with him at times.”

Riki’s head did jerk up this time, and his eyes flashed. “Lenient? You almost cut off my cock with that damn ring, Iason.” Riki felt the warning tingle, and graced Iason with another burning glare. But he quieted.

Daryl placed plates before both boys and Anekin’s eyes grew huge. “Ohhh… This is wonderful, master Iason.” He looked up quickly. “Thank you.”

Iason almost smiled. “You see, Riki? Not many pets are as spoiled as you are.”

This time, Riki did not rise to the bait. Only picked up his fork and started to eat. Anekin looked to Iason, received a small nod and followed suit. After that, there was silence as Iason sipped his wine and watched both pets eat. Anekin stopped first. He dropped his head and clutched his hands in his lap. Riki glanced between them as he finished every bite on his plate. After he put his fork down, he looked at Iason. “What next, master.”

Iason’s brows rose. “Anekin may go to bed. You and I, however, need to talk.” He called for Daryl, and instructed him to take Anekin to Donner’s old room. When they were gone, he looked again to Riki. “Would you like to smoke, pet?”

Riki was eminently transparent as the conflicting emotions played across his face. But the conclusion was obvious enough. “Hell, yeah, you prick.”

Iason’s face grew instantly cold. “Rephrase that, pet.”

Riki stared for only a moment. His sarcasm was barely masked. “Yes, sir, master Iason sir. I would like to smoke, sir.”

Iason’s lips turned up just a fraction. “Very well, pet. Change your clothes and I’ll meet you on the balcony.” Riki almost ran from the table, but remembered his bare ass was exposed to Iason and slowed down to wag it seductively. Iason smiled and went to his own room to get the cigarettes.

Iason was already on the balcony when Riki opened the door and approached him. He was dressed in black jeans and a heavy white sweater. And big fluffy slippers. Iason stared at them a second and looked up to Riki’s face. The mongrel was grinning broadly. “My feet were cold.”

Iason smiled back. “You look quite fetching.” Riki said nothing as he held out his hand for a cigarette. “A kiss, first,” Iason breathed softly.

“Asshole,” Riki murmured. “Now I have to bribe you.” But he stepped closer and lifted his head. Iason met his lips and kissed him deeply and thoroughly, exploring his lips and the depths of his mouth with his tongue. He stopped only after Riki had responded in kind. Then offered the cigarette and the lighter.

Riki took a deep drag and leaned over the rail. Iason watched him in silence, wondering about his mood changes. But it was really not so strange. Riki seldom held onto anger. He could hardly have survived in Ceres if he had let anger blind him. He could have hardly survived here. Which also meant, he had surely been angry before, but had pushed it down for the moment - to get what he wanted.

A cigarette.

His current state of acquiescence also surely did not mean he would forget the cause of his anger. Riki bent, so he did not break. It hardly meant he was without feelings, or that the anger would not surface again.

Iason stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers. “Was the show so terrible, Riki?”

Riki took another deep drag. “I hated it Iason. Almost as much as the damn spankings.”

Iason nodded thoughtfully and moved closer, putting his arm around Riki’s shoulders. The mongrel stiffened under his touch, but when Iason only stroked his back gently, he gradually relaxed. When his cigarette was done and he had pitched the butt over the railing, Iason extended another. Riki looked at him questioningly before taking it. But he didn’t light it immediately. “Why did you bring Anekin home?”

“Has it occurred to you I might find him so attractive I want to add him to my harem?”

Riki shook his head. “No. He’s almost exactly like Remy.”

Riki heard Iason’s soft laugh, then felt his hand slip beneath the waistband of his pants and begin to fondle his buttocks. Riki sighed, knowing he would give in to this, already feeling his groin begin to tingle. When Iason spoke, his hand did not cease its sensuous movements. “You know me too well, mongrel.”

“Then why?”

Iason withdrew his hand, and Riki felt struck with loss. He shivered. “I did it for you, Riki,” Iason was saying. “Because you asked.”

“You’ve never done any other fucking thing because I’ve asked. Why this?”

Iason moved his hand back to Riki’s back. “I’ve done way too much for you, Riki. More than for any other pet I’ve ever owned.”

For a moment, Riki started to pull away, but then relaxed again and let himself enjoy Iason’s closeness. “Can you do anything to keep that bastard from ever owning another pet?”

Iason smiled in the dark and somehow, Riki felt it. Though, maybe it was just Iason’s hand on his ass again… “I don’t have that much power. If he lived in Tanagura, maybe. But he’s from another planet.” And he’s hardly a bad master. A little harsh. But not so bad.

Riki sighed again. “Will you keep Anekin?”

“No.” When Iason felt Riki begin to tense, he added quickly, “But I won’t let Festus have him back.” He stroked Riki’s buttocks again, until he felt the mongrel start to relax against him. “If you don’t want your other cigarette, we can go back inside.”

Riki nodded and handed the cigarette back. “Whatever.”

Iason took it, and realized Riki actually wanted him this time. He slipped his arm back to Riki’s shoulder and led him back to the bedroom. “Do you want to bathe before we go to bed?”

“Yeah.” The dark eyes met Iason’s. “Will you join me?”

Iason smiled. “Yes, pet.”

~~end chapter 13