No Turning Back

I have read Taming Riki And I LOVE IT ^_^


Riki on the Pole


“Let me off of here Daryl, please,” Riki begged, reaching out for him from the length of his chains.

“Riki stop, I can’t let you off. I don’t have the right to touch you unless Iason-sama says that I can,” Daryl replied standing a good few feet away. Earlier Riki had grabbed him held him hostage for awhile. There was no way he could call and tell Iason that Riki had made him a prisoner. Riki even said that when Iason came home he would threaten to kill Daryl if he didn’t let him go. Despite how strong Riki was, Daryl was able to get away from him. “Besides If I come near you again you’ll try to kill me remember? And I need to do some work.” Daryl left the room with his hand on his hip.

“Hey come back here please!” Riki cried, reaching out for the air that was now in place of Daryl. The cold steel of the chains fell making a jingling sound which sounded oddly cheery. “Ah!” he screamed and kicked at the chains and pulled on them against the pole hoping that the chain might break on it. That wasn’t happening. He kept pulling and pulling, all that did was rub his wrists raw. Riki was beside himself with anger at Iason for doing this to him, for kidnapping him off the streets and hooking him to a pole like some damn dog or something! He became so angry he threw his bucket and it hit one of Iason’s very expensive pieces of art. It fell to the hard marble floor shattering to pieces. “Shit, I bet that got me on the pole for two more weeks,” Riki muttered to himself.

“What on earth happened?” Daryl asked, coming out with a broom and a dust pain.

“Well obviously Daryl, that glass thing over there was cheaply made if it’s just going to shatter like that!” Riki said from the corner he had decided to sit in. He was tired of pacing around.

“Oh no! You’re very wrong, and Master will be very upset with you for this, Sir Riki,” Daryl said shaking his head and sweeping up the broken glass and clay.

“No, he’ll be mad at you for not watching me more closely,” Riki replied giving a very charming smirk that really bothered Daryl, at the same time he really wanted to wipe that smirk of his damn sexy face. Daryl then shook his head. Sexy? What the hell was he thinking? ‘This mongrel must have powers,’ he thought and threw the glass away ignoring anything else Riki had to say for the time being.

Riki sat in the same corner the rest of the day until he heard the humming of the front door opening.
He knew that the Master had come home; he didn’t move from the corner, he kept his face to his knees. He heard him coming but did not look up until he felt that he was standing right in front of him. Even then he didn’t dare even a glance until Iason spoke to him. “Riki, I heard that you’ve been a very naughty boy. It appears I’m going to have to put you in shackles on the wall so you won’t be threatening poor Daryl here anymore.” Riki did risk a glance now in time to see Iason pet Daryl on the head as he was standing there too.

“I’ll give you a chance to stay on these chains if you give me a really good performance tonight. Which I am looking forward to.” Iason knelt down and lifted Riki’s chin so he could look him in the face.

“Fuck you. I’m not doing it for you ever again!” Riki said crossing his arms even if his chin was being firmly held by Iason’s strong hand. Then he noticed a very evil grin creep across Iason’s face.

“Oh I think I can change your mind. Daryl if you will asset me it would be greatly appreciated.” Iason took his long chain from the pole; of course Riki put up as much resistance as possible.

“No! Let me go, I hate you, you fucking Blondie prick who cuts off young boys cocks and balls. You sick freaks. You fucking evil bastard,” Riki pulled against him with all his might but the floor was slick so it didn’t give up much resistance. Plus Riki was really no match for Iason.

Finally, Iason had to carry him. “You’re only making this worse on yourself, my pet,” Iason told him as he picked him up around the waist, pinning his arms down. “Daryl, please bring along that blue box on the counter for me,” Iason nodded his golden head at it as he took Riki into the pet’s chambers. Riki never saw the wall shackles before Iason clasped Riki’s wrists into them above his head.

“What? When did these get here?” he said tugging on them some but stopped because it was hurting his wrists which he had rubbed raw.

“They’ve always been there my pet; you just didn’t have to see them. I suppose I’d hoped you wouldn’t. Now Daryl, bring me the blue box,” Iason held out his black gloved hand.

“Yes Iason-sama.” Daryl handed it to him with a little bow.

“Now remove his shorts for me,” Iason ordered very calmly.

“Yes Master,” Daryl walked over and pulled Riki’s shorts off.

“What’s in that box? What are you going to do?” Riki began to struggle again, wanting to be free of the shackles, afraid his fate would be the same as Daryl’s.

“I’m going to make you my official pet, my pet.” Iason leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Riki tried to pull away but only hit his head on the wall.

Iason opened the blue box and inside was a pet ring that served a lot of purposes.

“What the hell is that?!” Riki thought it was for his penis to be sliced off. His heart was racing and he had become sweaty with fear.

“This is a D-type pet ring with all the latest advancements in pet ring technology,” Iason responded, taking out the silver ring so Riki could see it.

“What is it for? You better not cut off my dick. If you do I’ll make sure yours gets hacked to bits too some how!” Riki spat and snapped at Iason. Iason again smiled that annoying smile. Yet somehow it was still lovely. No matter how much Riki hated Iason, his smile was still lovely.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have any intention of making you Furniture. You’re going to be my pet, so therefore you keep your sex organs. That is the point. The point of this ring is so you can’t cum unless I say so; also if you do happen to run away and get out of here, I’ll be able to find you. Think of it as your collar.” He still grinned and looked at Daryl. “Now I shall put this on you and you will be mine.” He put the cold steel around Riki’s hanging member that was not hard at all, but soft and small at the moment. The ring shrank to the size of his limp penis. Riki started to feel an electrical tingle that went into his sack and up into his penis that caused it to start to grow until it was it’s full size. Now he was painfully hard, and he grit his teeth.

“Ah, it’s going to pop I swear!” Riki said with his eyes closed and his teeth clinched.

“No it will not. It will just hold in your cum until I’m ready. Also it has the ability to torment you if you don’t do as I tell you to; the waves will connect with your hormone’s in your brain making it very hard to say no.”

“I’m so glad you bought me such a thoughtful gift.” Riki was in a lot of pain, but he could still be a smart ass.

“Now perform for me!” Iason commanded Riki as he sat in his chair again. Riki was on the floor with the chains on his ankles, his wrists and one on his neck. Other than that he was naked.

“No, I won’t!” Riki said, shaking his head defiantly even though his penis was throbbing. The ring felt as if it were starting to squeeze him, he cried out.

“You are only tormenting yourself by not touching yourself,” Iason put his fingers to his lips and tapped his fingers together coming to a decision. “Very well, if you won’t, then Daryl will.” He looked to Daryl who had a look of shock on his face. He had never been asked to do this before by Iason, though he had stimulated pets for his former master.

“Yes, Iason-sama,” he nodded and went to Riki who started to back away. Iason sighed.

“I suppose we’re going to have to put you in the shackles?” Iason stood up and made Riki resided to doing as he was told. “Daryl, go a head now,” Iason nodded, Daryl nodded in response and swallowed. He would never admit it but Riki was the most beautiful pet he had ever seen so at least it wouldn’t be so bad. He knelt between Riki’s legs.

“Don’t touch me, get your hands off of me,” Riki couldn’t fight though as his hands and feet were chained to the wall. Daryl didn’t listen as he already was told what to do by Iason. He began to stroke him, Riki cried out in pain at the contact. Even though it was very light it was still painful.

“Now Daryl, take Riki into your mouth.” Iason had already pulled his penis from his pants and rubbed himself as he sat, watching Daryl pet Riki’s penis, then watching Daryl pleasure him with his mouth. “When you get him to spill his seed let me see,” Iason said with a slight hitch in his breathing. Riki being sucked off was a magnificent sight. Watching as his beautiful face wrenched with pleasure and pain. Riki tried to hide the pleasure as he tried to resist. All that did was hurt him further in the end. “Riki if you don’t relax you’re going to have an infected penis, then you will have to have it removed!” With that threat Riki gave a very gargled cry, then a scream. When he did cum Daryl moved but held him up still so Iason could watch it spray out in a fountain of blood and cum.

“Argh!” Riki cried.

“Daryl, you may unhook him now and clean him off.” Iason was very pleased yet annoyed that Riki would cause himself this much pain. Daryl did as he was told and when he was let down, Riki fell limp onto the floor. He tried to catch his breath, he could have sworn his heart burst.

Riki couldn’t help himself. He began to sob, his shoulders shook as he cried. That was the worst thing that could have ever happened to him he thought. It hurt so bad, he was afraid he would lose his penis now. He rubbed his aching limp member now as he cried. “Sir Riki, I must clean you off. You’ll feel better soon.” Daryl placed a hand on his back. Iason left the room; he felt bad for Riki but would never let him know. This was the way it had to be, he had to be strict. Riki had to know he wasn’t fooling around.

Riki laid on his back as Daryl cleaned the last bits of blood and cum off with a warm wet towel. “There you go Sir Riki, all clean. And you can have this drink, it’s very delicious.” Riki managed to sit up and take the glass that had red juice in it.

“Thank you, Daryl,” Riki smiled at him and sipped the strawberry drink. “This is delicious,” he leaned over and kisses Daryl, putting his hand to the back of his neck and rubbing it. He just needed that contact. He felt he needed someone to kiss and someone to love him after that. He sat the drink down as Daryl tried to pull away, but Riki pulled him back. “Hold me Daryl, please,” he asked quietly, his lip was shaking as he began to sob. Daryl had gotten on his knees; Riki snuggled into his shoulder and wept.

“There, there Sir Riki. You’ll be okay now. I can’t stay like this with you, Iason-sama will be angry,” Daryl said stroking Riki’s dark silky hair anyway, it was in Daryl’s nature to nurture people. He was a caretaker, normally not this kind, but he was very kind.

“What, you mean to tell me you’re allowed to suck me off but not hug me or kiss me? What kind of a relationship is that?” Riki said giving Daryl a wink and smile. “I guess it’s physical, I suppose I’m alright with that,” Riki let go of Daryl. It seemed something in Riki had snapped. “Oh Daryl, I’d love you to sleep with me too, but I guess you can’t do that either. So goodnight, I’m going to sleep,” he waved and laid naked on his bed feeling very tired and funny from all the torment his body had gone through in the last several hours. Or was it from the red drink that he thought was so yummy?

“I’m sorry Sir Riki, I can’t let you sleep here without your chains and you’re supposed to be on the pole for a week.” Daryl walked over to him; Riki was already out of it. He went to ask Iason what he should do.

“Pardon me. I’m sorry to bother you Master,” Daryl said with a bow as he entered the hall where Iason was reading.

“Yes? What is it Daryl? Is Riki cleaned up?” Iason asked, sitting the book he had been reading down on his lap.

“Oh yes Master, I was just wondering what I should do. He has fallen asleep. Should I chain him to his bed post or take him back to the pole?” Daryl asked, again with a bow, of course not looking at his Blondie master.

“You can chain him to the bed for now,” Iason nodded, Daryl bowed in response.

“Can I get you anything Iason-sama?” Daryl asked before turning away.

“Yes, wine,” Iason nodded and began to read his book again. Daryl fetched his glass of wine then went back into the pet room. He chained Riki to the bed, he had curled up on his side.

“Good night Sir Riki. Please be good in the morning,” Daryl whispered and kissed his cheek. How was it possible that Riki could be so beautiful Daryl thought to himself. He left the room and went back to wait on Iason again.

“Daryl, you’ve been very good tonight, as always. I am pleased. You may go to your chambers until morning. I will not need you anymore this evening, thank you.” Iason nodded, Daryl smiled and bowed.

“Oh thank you Master. May I take a bath Master?” Daryl asked, still in mid bow.

“Yes of course, relax,” Iason smiled as Daryl stood up, still with a happy look on his face.

“Thank you again for being so kind to me Master,” Daryl went to leave the room.

“Kindness is your reward for being good Daryl, don’t forget that,” Iason’s voice was firm, but still sounded pleased with him.

“Yes, Master” Daryl turned and nodded then walked out of the room as Iason had looked down at his book which meant he was done with conversation. Daryl walked to the bathroom and pulled of his brown servant’s robes. He was still very well built for a short boy. He had a nice chest and abs and well rounded buttocks. He filled the tub and slid into the warmth and sighed to himself. He couldn’t help but let his mind drift. He wouldn’t mind sucking Riki again. Only he wished it was because they were paring partners. He thought to himself, as long as the idea stayed an idea, there was no harm in having a private fantasy. He let the warm water hug his well built, chiseled body. Daryl’s face was also very beautiful; his eyes were a dark emerald green. He lay for awhile with a smile on his face.

Riki on the other hand began to moan in pain again. The pet ring was ceaselessly tormenting him. If he had one sexual thought he would become aroused it seemed even quicker now. The ring hugged his balls and penis so hard, he thought he would burst. He kept jerking himself off because the damn pet ring was making him hard.

He thought Iason was probably laughing at his misfortune. He probably thought it was amusing watching him suffer, Riki thought. He finally stroked himself for the last time before his body totally shutdown on him, he then fell into a deep sleep.

Iason stayed up late, until about three a.m., reading. He thought he’d better at least try and rest some, as Blondies did not need to sleep as much as normal humans or mongrels. He came to Riki’s door and it slid open for him right away. He wanted to check on him. He found that Riki was lying in a pool of cum. It was covering his hips and his legs and was all over the bed.

Iason couldn’t help but smile. The pet ring could also make you want to masturbate. Iason was amused with that, he was glad he was getting off good. He knew he still had a long way yet to go with the mongrel. He took a nearby towel that it seemed Riki didn’t care about. Iason cleaned up the mess then covered Riki when he heard him shudder from what little coolness was in the air.

Iason looked at Riki’s face. It was so beautiful. He looked so sweet. Something was happening within the great Blondie as he stood there watching the mongrel sleep. Neither Iason nor Riki knew that Riki was casting a spell over Iason as he slept innocently. The spell would cause Iason to fall madly in love with Riki, cause him to grow passionate for him, causing him to never want to lose the mongrel from the slums of Ceres.

The spell set a fire in Iason’s heart. Riki didn’t know it, but love was washing over him. It might seem like it was in a very strange way. Nonetheless, it had finally come to him; he wouldn’t know how to handle it.

Neither would the great Blondie who was well educated. Nothing could prepare him for what fate had in store for him and Riki. All Iason knew was that Riki was beautiful and he was glad he had taken him from the slums. He leaned in and kissed Riki on the cheek then turned to leave. Tomorrow would be another interesting day of training and crying and screaming, Iason was sure of that. He wasn’t looking forward to the screaming part.

He finally left Riki to his dreams for now, and went to his chambers and rid himself of his clothes and laid down in his bed. Suddenly the bed seemed empty, though he hadn’t slept with anyone for a long time. Perhaps he would move Riki into his room so he could sleep with him. After all he was a pet and they are supposed to provide company for the master when they wanted it.

The next day Riki let Daryl take care of him without a fuss. Today Iason let him wear a black tank top with his shorts. He felt a little better with a shirt on today. He followed Daryl out to breakfast. “Good morning my pet,” Iason pushed his chair out some from the table. Riki was still in his chains. Iason took them from Daryl, “Sit on my lap Riki. I want to speak with you.”

That seemed an odd thing coming from his master. Daryl didn’t seem to think it was odd though. “Can’t I eat first?” Riki asked, but Iason pulled him over and had him sit on his lap.

“When I say you can,” Iason said into his ear now that he was sitting on his lap. “Now I want you to start doing as you’re told. I don’t want you to have to keep suffering,” he said, petting Riki on the face. His touch was so soothing Riki thought he might purr. What was he doing letting the Blondie make him feel good? Sitting on his lap like that was stupid he thought.

“Then take off this damn pet ring and let me go!” Riki snapped at Iason who then took hold of his chin so he was very close to him.

“No. I will not let you go, so just stop asking that. Of course I won’t take your pet ring off; you’re going to have to adjust to it. You’re mine Riki. You’re my pet. You belong to me, you are no longer your own and never will be again. I want to make that clear. Whatever you do from now on I will know Riki. I am your world now. forget anything and everything you once knew for that was your old life. You’re born new as my pet Riki. You’re mine, I will never let you go,” he spoke into Riki’s ear, it sounded like some kind of a chant or a spell to sway Riki into whatever he wanted from him. “Is that clear my pet?” Iason asked, waiting for Riki to speak.

Now he was trying to say he had his soul. “Fuck you Iason,” Riki spat. Iason slapped him again which surprised Riki.

“It’s ‘Master’. I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that nor will I tolerate you thinking you can get away with not calling me Master. Though I’m sure I’m going to have to work on that part with you.” Iason touched the place where Riki’s face had his hand print, he kissed it lightly. “I don’t want to have to hit you, but keep getting out of line and it might have to be worse than just a slap.”

Riki held his face as tears came to his eyes. He felt like he had been hit with a freight train at 1,000 miles an hour. Riki was too busy trying to collect all the marbles Iason had slapped out of his head to hear anything else he said at the moment. He laid his head on Iason’s chest. He once again felt the need for some loving contact, some kind of touch from a warm body.

Once again Riki was in his chains on the pole while Iason sat in his chair. “Now spread your legs far apart for me, nice and wide, so I can see all of what you’re doing,” he ordered Riki who was sitting on the floor naked again. Daryl stood by watching with towels as always. Riki did as he was told, though he couldn’t help but feel shame. He blushed when he got hard. “Take a hold of your shaft and stroke yourself slowly. Flick your thumb over your head. Yes… now toss your head back so I can see your throat,” Iason instructed Riki who thought the whole thing was so annoying. However he did as he was told and kept stroking and moving his hands how Iason told him, which felt good. How did Iason know how to touch him anyway?

“Stroke yourself faster,” he commanded. Riki did as he said, leaning back on one hand; he moaned. “Oh yes, good boy, keep going faster.” Iason watched as Riki pumped his hard throbbing member. He looked at his throat which seemed so kissable. His lips where parted in a very seductive inviting way. As he came, he looked at Iason, Riki’s dark hair falling some into his eyes. “Good boy, now be good at night and you won’t be tormented. Remember that my pet.” Iason stood up and walked over to him as Daryl cleaned him off.

Riki said nothing. He was just hoping that the Blondie would leave for work again, leaving him alone. Iason lifted Riki to his feet and kissed him on the neck again. “You’re beautiful, I’m glad you’re mine.” He was wearing a red suite, a black vest with red gloves. “Well, I must be going to work. I’m late as it is. Daryl if he gets too bad again you have my permission to correct him if you need to. If you have to I will double that when I come home.” He narrowed his gaze toward Riki who was giving him a very hard glare.

“Yes, Iason-sama.” Daryl bowed as Iason left the two alone once again.

Riki sat naked in the corner all day and watched as Daryl went about the house cleaning and cooking. Then he even left him there when he had to go to the market. That part really sucked. It gave him time to think about Bison, and how they where getting along without him. That made him sad, then that sadness turned to anger. Then he thought about Guy, wondering how his sweet lover was doing.

Meanwhile, Riki’s sweet lover was going out of his mind worrying about what happened to his Riki. Guy sat with Luke, Norris and Syd at the apartment drinking and wondering what happened to their leader. “I wonder if he was killed,” Luke said blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Shut up Luke, Riki was not killed! He’s Riki the Dark. If anything he would kill someone before they could kill him,” Guy spat at Luke. “How dare you even say a stupid thing like that?”

“Sorry, it’s just weird for him to up and vanish like this. That’s all I’m saying.” Luke shrugged and put his arm around Syd. He gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Riki laid on the cold floor for what seemed like hours, just wondering how long it would really last. Would Iason grow tired of him and throw him out? Or was he serious that he now belonged to Iason and he would never let him go? He still whished there was some way he could get a message out to his gang to tell them he was sill alive and okay.

Then again to his gang he might as well be dead. He knew Guy would be ashamed of him if he were. If he knew what had happened to him, even if it had only been three days, Riki was putting up a fight. Guy would never accept him being a pet since he had been their leader for so long. Now he’s a mere pet to some Blondie. He knew he could never show his face there again. Though it seemed he wouldn’t have to worry about that anyway since he was chained to the pole.

“What are you so pleased about Iason?” Raoul asked his friend and old lover who he wished they were still together, but Iason wouldn’t have that.

“Oh, my new pet was very good today that’s all. I think we’ve come a long way since yesterday, or I should say I’m glad it only took him a day to understand that I’m serious,” Iason said, typing away at his terminal. Raoul was a very beautiful Blondie as well, his hair was a deeper gold than Iason’s, he was probably the second most beautiful Blondie on the planet. I’m sure some would beg to differ.

“Ah, you’ve gotten a new pet? So what kind is it this time?” Raoul wondered, going over to his own terminal.

Iason was a little hesitant in wanting to tell Raoul everything because he knew he wouldn’t approve of him having a mongrel for a pet. “Well he has dark hair, and dark eyes. Very handsome,” Iason picked his words carefully without sounding like he was, so Raoul seemed to not think anything of it.

“Ah, is he fresh out of the academy? How old is he?” Raoul went on asking casual questions.

“He is sixteen. I got his code last night, Z-710M,” Iason answered him again. “So he’s officially my pet now.”

“Well that’s good,” Raoul nodded, not looking up from his terminal either.

“But he’s not from the academy. I saved him from another Blondie who was going to shoot him.”

“What do you mean? Why was he going to shoot him? Do you know?” Raoul stopped typing and turned around.

“Yes, because he’s a mongrel,” Iason thought he might as well tell Raoul, he would find out sooner or later.

“What? A Mongrel?!”

“Please keep your voice down Raoul,” Iason said, turning his fair face on him with a look of annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but why would you take a mongrel Iason? That is not the kind of image ‘The Leader’ should portray. Does Jupiter know?” Raoul asked, tapping his fingers on his desk now, which was also annoying.

“Of course, how else would I have gotten the pet ring and the official code? Jupiter doesn’t mind if I have a pet, no matter where I got it from.”

“I don’t know though, taking a Mongrel from the slums of Ceres? It’s just so wrong. I can’t believe you would go that low,” Raoul shook his head in disbelief. He just could not comprehend it.

“Raoul don’t worry about it, alright? Calm down; take a break. I think you’ve been staring at your terminal for too long. I know what I’m doing, don’t you trust me?” Iason asked with his back to his terminal now.

“Yes, I do. It was just a bit shocking that’s all. Anyway a break sounds good. Why don’t you take one with me?” Raoul asked, standing up and putting a hand on his hip.

“As long as you don’t keep badgering me about my new pet I will.” Iason did not stand until Raoul confirmed he wouldn’t.

“I won’t, I apologize. Let’s go play some billiards shall we?” Raoul headed for the door as Iason saved his work then followed him down to the game hall in the building they worked in.

As they played and were alone, Raoul thought he would try his luck with Iason once again. As Iason bent over to hit the cue ball, Raoul came up behind him.

“Oh Iason, your body always torments me. I want it so badly,” he said running his hands over his back, down to his rump that was held tight in his body suit.

“Well Raoul you should have thought about that before you cheated on me,” Iason hit the cue ball and sent about three of his balls into the side pocket. He stood up and glared at Raoul. “How dare you even say such a thing,” Iason set his stick down and began to walk away.

“I’m so sorry, Iason. How many times must I tell you? How many times must I beg?” Raoul stopped him and turned him around roughly. Iason had been going through this struggle with Raoul now for fifteen years. Still, Raoul went on trying to get Iason to pair up. Sometimes he would leave him alone for weeks, but then Raoul would always start up again.

“You can beg forever; as far as I am concerned I think we have worked long enough. I’m going home now,” Iason pulled his arm from Raoul’s grasp.

“Going home to that filthy mongrel instead of wanting to be with me?” Raoul called out, but Iason ignored him and walked out of the building and headed home.

He arrived home in a bitter mood. It was not lightened when he saw yet another one of his lamps destroyed. “Riki, that does it,” he said marching over to the boy who was curled up in the corner. Iason’s wrath was just too great.

“Ow! What are you to doing?!” Riki yelled as Iason pulled him up by the hair. He wanted strangle him, that was what he wanted to do.

Iason took a deep breath, ‘Don’t take it out on Riki,’ he said to himself. ‘It was Raoul who upset you.’ He set Riki down. “I’m going to order a whip,” he decided. “Daryl, run down to the pet store below and buy me a Kasey-Whip C-16.” Iason gave Daryl the credits he needed, Daryl nodded nervously and went out the door.

“A whip?” Riki looked up at Iason, hoping he wasn’t serious.

“Yes a whip. Until then you will be in your shackles. I will give you three days to sit in the shackles and think about how much you really like to throw things with your little tantrums. If you can’t think of a better way to spend your time then you will be whipped,” Iason said, putting a hand to his hip and walking to the counter. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat down. He looked over when he heard the chains jingling Riki was stroking himself, and looking very seductively toward Iason.

“Please, I’ll touch myself for you as much as you like without fighting if you don’t put me in the shackles,” he said.

Iason licked his lips very slowly, watching Riki stroke him self stirred Iason to life. He set his wine glass on the table next to his chair.

“Yes, you will masturbate for me whenever I want. Even if I do put you in shackles for three days. I said you’d be whipped if you broke something again after your three days are up. If you still feel like you want to be whipped, throw a chair and you’ll see you’d much rather be in the shackles,” Iason replied, sighing and putting a hand to his forehead. ‘This mongrel is a handful,’ he thought.

“Please, I won’t do it again. Please Iason, don’t put me in the shackles!” he cried as the other shackle snapped shut on his wrist. “I’ll die if you leave me hanging here like this for three days! How will I masturbate for you? Iason!” Riki called to the back of his head as he walked out of the room, leaving his pet shouting his name.