Riki's Submission

~~begin chapter 3

Daryl brought the towel and the evening meal at the same time. Riki was huddled against the wall as usual. Daryl saw his eyes open when he came in but the mongrel did not move or acknowledge him. Daryl put down the tray, and touched Riki’s shoulder. “You must get up now. You have to eat and bathe. Master Iason wants to see you tonight.”

At this news, Riki sat up. “Why?”

Daryl shrugged. “How should I know? He doesn’t tell me his business.”

“What if I don’t want to see him?”

“Riki, please don’t be difficult. I don’t want to see you punished again.”

Riki met the young furniture’s eyes. They seemed truly concerned. “Alright, I’ll behave. Anything to get out of this freaking room. Away from the damn light.”

Daryl smiled. “Oh, I’m so glad you can be reasonable.” He sat on the floor near Riki.
“Dinner is very good tonight. I got to bring you the same food I served master Iason.” Daryl lowered his voice. “I’m really a very good cook. I just had to bring you the plain things before. I’m sorry.”

Riki looked up from shoveling the food into his mouth. “I thought the old food was just fine. A damn site better than what I got in Ceres.”

Daryl frowned. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Riki.” Riki stuck out his tongue and Daryl giggled. “Master Iason would be very angry.”

“Lucky he can’t see me.”

Daryl’s giggle disappeared and his face became serious. “He can see you all the time. Surely you knew that.”

Riki swallowed. “I thought maybe he could, but I didn’t know. Does he watch me often?”

Daryl shook his head. “I don’t know. Finish eating, Riki. I have to bathe you and help you dress.”

“I can bathe and dress myself. I don’t need your help.”

“Riki, it’s my duty to prepare you for master Iason. Please don’t argue with me.”

Abruptly, Riki flipped the tray over and stood up. “I don’t give a shit what your duty is. I don’t want your help. Just give me my clothes and I’ll dress.”

Daryl drew back in fear, and Riki felt a shiver of horror run down his back. His hand flew to his cock even before the pain started. It did no good, of course; the electric shock radiated from his cock through all of his body, turning his legs to rubber. He fell to his knees, then doubled up as the spasms continued. He vaguely heard Daryl’s voice. “Please, master Iason. Stop. Please stop.”

When Riki opened his eyes, Daryl was gone. And the towel. And the mess. He waited for a long time for his shivering to stop. When he could finally control his muscles again, he realized he’d pissed himself. He looked in horror at the puddle he lay in. Then screamed as loud as he could. “You bastard. You damn, fucking bastard.”

The pain hit him again, and this time, he passed out.

~~

Iason was sitting at his desk, looking at the small screen. Daryl approached quietly, his head lowered. “I’m sorry, master Iason. I thought he was ready. I’m so sorry.”

Iason stared at the shiny brown hair. “Did you ever feel like him, Daryl? Did you ever hate me?”

Daryl looked up. “Oh, no, master Iason. I chose to leave my old life. I prayed I would be chosen to serve you. I feel like the luckiest boy ever. I’ve never regretted it, sir. You’ve been very good to me.”

“Keep in mind I can hear every word said in that room.” Iason’s face was cold and immobile again, his voice full of threat. “Never talk about me again - to Riki or anyone else, Daryl.”

“Yes, master Iason, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Can I do anything for you, sir?”

Iason was amused, though he gave no sign of it. “No. You may leave me.”

Daryl bowed low and backed away. He went to his own room and lay on his bed. His heart gradually slowed. He had been sure master Iason would punish him. He had failed. He had told master Iason that Riki was ready. He was wrong. Tears slipped from his eyes.

~~

Iason continued to watch the mongrel. He saw him stir, and finally sit up. He watched as Riki went to the tub and began to fill it. For a few moments, he wondered what the boy was doing, but when Riki climbed into the cold water and sank low in it, he sprang to his feet and ran to the White Room, throwing open the door. Hurrying to the tub, he pulled Riki’s head out of the water, and threw his body on the floor.

“You stupid little fool. Are you so weak that I can undo you so thoroughly in two months?” But Riki was laying still and Iason knelt on the floor beside him, turning him to his stomach, and then lifting him up by his belly, until Riki began to spew water from his lungs.

Iason dropped him as the boy began to cough. By the time Riki looked up, Iason’s face was composed again and he stood motionless in his icy beauty. Riki’s breath was raspy and heavy. “Why did you stop me? You don’t want me. I’m nothing to you.”

Nothing to me. I wish… “You are mine, Riki. And you will not leave me. Not by walking away. Not by dying.” Iason leaned down and lifted Riki up by the arm. Riki struggled to pull away from him, but Iason only gripped harder. Riki was moaning in pain by the time Iason reached his bedroom. He was helpless as Iason fastened the chains about his hands and feet again, and positioned him in the training rack.

“You’re a bastard, Iason Mink. A freaking bastard Blondie.”

Iason stood back and stared at him coldly. “Only humans can be bastards, Riki. Even you should know that. Blondies are created by Jupiter. Only mongrels reproduce in such a disgusting way.” Iason’s face reflected his revulsion. “A child growing inside a female’s body.” He turned away, the sight of Riki’s body shining with water suddenly stirring him in ways he would not acknowledge. “You disappoint me with your ignorance.”

Riki’s voice was low and pleading. “If I disappoint you so much, let me go.”

Iason turned back, his anger now apparent. “Did you not hear me before, Riki? You are mine. You will never leave me until I tire of you. And I will not tolerate your continued defiance.”

Riki slumped in his chains, and Iason sighed softly in frustration as he walked away. It was not only Daryl who had been mistaken. He, too, had thought the solitude had broken Riki.

And maybe it had. But rather than turning Riki to him, it had made him crave death as an escape. The mongrel would rather be dead than be with him. Idiot, Iason thought. But he wasn’t sure if he meant Riki or himself.

~~

Riki stared past the doorway where Iason had left the room. What now, he wondered. Sit in the bastard’s bedroom? Beg him to loosen the chains? He shifted again.

Iason heard the clinking of the chains. He sat back in his chair and finished his wine. His thoughts swirled. Riki had to be cleaned. He still smelled of urine. Not garbage any longer, but bad enough. He walked back to his bedroom, and stripped off his clothes. The mongrel was staring at his body unabashedly. Without a word, Iason went in his bathroom and turned on the shower.

When he came back, he unchained Riki and led him into the bathroom. For the first time, the boy did not struggle against him. “Get in.” Riki looked at him, but didn’t object, just walked past the entrance of the open shower and stood in the water. For just a moment he looked at the marble surround, in awe of its beauty. But he shut his eyes quickly, determined not to give Iason the satisfaction of seeing his wonder. But Iason had seen, and the corners of his mouth lifted in amusement.

Riki lifted his hands to his face and wiped it with the warm water. Iason watched the streams of water wrap sensuously down the bronzed body. He is beautiful, Iason thought. The muscles in Riki’s back flexed as he moved his arms. Rivulets of water fell over his slender hips, onto the firm rounded buttocks, then down lean shapely thighs, and curved calves.

Riki’s voice broke the spell. “So, are you just going to stand there and look, you freak? Can’t I ever get a damn moment’s privacy?”

“Perhaps.” But Iason stepped in behind Riki and his hands automatically slipped to the boy’s waist and down the sides of his hips. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to the shapely back. To his surprise, his cock leapt to life against those curved buttocks. He looked down, unbelieving. Blondies don’t do such things. Why? His hands slipped forward and found the nipples on the boy’s chest. He pinched them, gently at first, then harder. He heard Riki gasp in pain. Beautiful, he thought again, and twisted the tender nubs, feeling Riki stiffen.

When his hands became gentle again, Riki relaxed, and Iason leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “You are such a slut, Riki.” His hands fell lower to Riki’s shaft. It was half hard. “A lying mongrel slut. Your sex is excited by me.”

Riki twisted then, turning to face him. Iason’s words hurt him, and he reacted in anger. He looked down at Iason’s cock, standing so hard and erect from his groin. “You lie, too, you Blondie freak. Your body wants me.”

“So it seems,” Iason admitted softly. But he threw Riki against the side of the shower, stunning him. Then quickly turned the mongrel’s body, and lifted his hips. Before Riki could react, Iason thrust his cock between those taunting buttocks, found the small opening and slammed into it. Riki screamed, and Iason could hear, could feel the flesh tearing. For just a moment, he felt regret. He certainly meant to use the mongrel, but not like this, never like this. The tearing had been brutal, but instinct that Iason did not know he possessed had taken over. There was no stopping now. The worst was done. Iason continued to pound.

Only when his climax was over did Iason think of the mongrel again. He pulled himself from the shaking body and realized Riki was sobbing. Blood now ran down those beautiful thighs, and Riki was struggling to remain standing. “Pull yourself together, slut. Wash. Come back to the bedroom when you’re done.” Iason’s voice was ice. He rinsed himself, being careful to clean his cock. The urge to reach out and comfort Riki was almost overwhelming, and Iason turned away before he could give in.

He dried himself quickly, glancing back just a moment to see Riki slumped in the corner of the shower, then leaving before Riki might notice him staring. In the bedroom, Iason took several deep breaths. What in the hell happened? Pets excite me all the time. But not like this. Jupiter has forbidden us to pair like common pets. What is it about the mongrel?

Iason donned his robe, and sat on his bed, waiting for Riki to emerge. But when long minutes passed without the mongrel appearing, he reluctantly walked back in the bathroom. Riki was huddled in the same corner, hugging his legs to his chest. “Riki,” Iason called, and the boy’s head flew up.

“Get the hell away from me. Leave me alone.” In spite of Riki’s defiant words, he was trembling.

“Do not be difficult, Riki. Get out of the shower and dry yourself.” Iason shut off the water.

Riki glared for another moment, then pushed himself up and stood. “You hurt me, you bastard.”

“Of course I hurt you. It’s what I do.” But not like this. Never like this. I’m sorry… Iason would not say the words aloud.

“I hate you,” Riki stated flatly.

“I know.” Iason turned his back and started toward the bedroom. Riki literally flew through the air, aiming his kick at Iason’s kidney. But Iason’s hand caught his foot, and Riki hit the floor, his head thumping loudly. Iason looked back, ready to pummel his little attacker.

But Riki wasn’t moving. His eyes were closed, and only the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated he was still alive. Iason leaned forward and touched his face. There was no reaction. Not sure why, confused by his own actions, Iason picked him up, as if he were a doll, selected two fresh towels and took the limp body to his bed. He held Riki roughly with one arm, as he spread a towel on the bed, and then lifted the boy to lie on it.

Using the other towel, he dried the sleek body, marveling again at the musculature. His other pets were lovely and shapely, but they had no defined muscles like this. He touched Riki’s chest, and his belly, stopping at his groin, fascinated by his limp cock. Using just the tips of his fingers, he stroked it, and watched as it sprang to life under his touch. Riki shifted, awake now. “Get your damn hands off me.”

Iason’s eyes were sparkling with amusement as he withdrew his hand. Ah, yes, the mongrel was back. He reached for those lean thighs and pushed them apart brutally, while Riki cursed and struggled in a vain attempt to keep them closed. Only when Riki was spread wide did Iason notice that the towel beneath his ass was wet with blood.

He stuck his fingers in Riki’s hole, feeling wet warmth, but also the ragged edges of tears. When he withdrew his fingers, they were red with blood. His voice this time was soft. “How bad is it?”

Not so bad, Riki thought. Nowhere near as bad as I’ve been hurt at other times. But Riki would not admit that to Iason. “You split me open, you freak. I’m not made of rubber and you have a cock the size of a horse.”

Iason stood and buzzed for Daryl. The young furniture was there in seconds, blinking sleep from his eyes. Iason had recovered his usual reserve; his voice was calm, with no hint of the emotions that swirled below the surface. “Get a doctor here. Now.”

Daryl looked up quickly. “Master Iason, are you hurt?”

The look Iason flashed toward Daryl was harsh and cold. He pointed to the blood between Riki’s legs. “Someone discrete, Daryl. Now.”

Daryl bowed and hurried away to do as he was told. What could have happened? Daryl wondered. Iason would never use a pet. It was unheard of, forbidden, but how else… His first call was to Katze. He explained his needs, but refused to answer any questions. Katze gave him a number and he called it. The doctor was angry and frustrated. But when Daryl said the service was for Iason Mink, the protests stopped. The doctor promised he would be there in 15 minutes.

Daryl poured master Iason a glass of wine and took it with him back to the bedroom. Iason took it and sat by the mongrel’s side. He sent Daryl to wait for the doctor.

When Daryl was gone, Iason stroked Riki’s face gently. He was surprised when the fight seemed to melt from those proud, defiant features, and Riki turned his head, not to escape his touch, but to push closer into his hand. It was unnatural. And it touched Iason in some strange way he could not identify.

~~end chapter 3