Riki's Submission

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~~begin chapter 4

Riki did not even try to see Iason’s eyes. They were always ice. Instead, he took comfort in the warm and gentle touch. The bastard sent for a doctor, Riki thought. Completely unbelievable. He sighed, thinking the pain would soon be gone. The doctor would put some sort of soothing medicine inside him. He’d heal in a week or so. Maybe the shit will feel bad enough, he’ll let me go. Riki’s spirits rose at that thought.

Daryl brought the doctor to Iason’s bedroom and then hovered outside the door. Iason stood up to make room for him, and Riki was dismayed to realize the gentle touch was gone. Stupid. I don’t want the damn prick touching me. He watched Iason step away, and obediently turned over when the doctor ordered him. But he refused to raise his ass in the air.

Iason spoke from the background. “Pet, obey the doctor.” He braced himself for Riki’s retort.

“I’m not your freaking pet.”

Iason walked back to Riki’s side, his face displaying his displeasure. “You are whatever I say you are. And you will obey me.” His hand clamped painfully on the mongrel’s neck. “Now, raise your ass, pet.”

Riki groaned under Iason’s hand this time. Damn him to hell, Riki thought. One second, he almost seems human and the next he’s breaking my damn neck. Riki wanted to scream at him, but this new pain, combined with that in his lower body was more than he could stand, and, after a few whimpers, he obeyed. Iason’s gaze went to the doctor, who was wide-eyed and obviously uncertain. “Do your examination, please. My pet will give you no further problems.” He accentuated the last part of his statement by squeezing harder on Riki’s neck.

Oh, shit, Riki thought. Not exactly going like my fantasy. But it’s almost over. Just a little medicine, and it’ll be done.

The doctor was not particularly gentle. “He’s torn inside. He needs sutures. I should give him something for the pain first.”

“No,” Riki spit out. “Sutures hurt like hell. I don’t need them.”

The doctor tried again, speaking of the pain medicines, but Iason frowned to silence him. He looked down at Riki’s face, which was contorted in pain – and fury. Iason looked back to the doctor and squeezed even harder on Riki’s neck. “A pain reliever isn’t necessary. He’s quite… tough. He prides himself on it.”

The doctor shrugged. “Whatever you wish.” He pulled a device from his bag, and inserted it inside Riki’s anus, turning a control which opened him wide. Riki tried to thrash, and Iason warned him again. “Be still, pet, or I will have to punish you further.” Riki closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to remain motionless. If he had learned anything, it was that the Blondie did not make idle threats. You bloody bastard. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

With each stitch the doctor made, Riki would groan, but managed to hold himself reasonably still. When the doctor was done, Iason released Riki’s neck and the boy collapsed on the bed, groaning, but not moving.

Iason walked the doctor to the door. “I am counting on your discretion.”

“So I was told, Sir Mink. You may count on me.”

“I’m sure I can. If anything should get out… there could be serious consequences to your investments.”

The doctor paled. “I understand, Sir Mink. No one will ever know anything from me.”

~~

When Iason returned to the bedroom, Riki appeared to be asleep. At least his eyes were closed and he lay still. Iason pulled off his robe and slid into the bed next to the boy. Riki gave no sign that he was aware and Iason gradually relaxed. But his mind could not be still. He replayed the events of the evening over and over. How the mongrel infuriated him, and how he attacked him. Why did I have sex with him? How could I have hurt him so badly? And how did I end up feeling I should comfort him. There were no answers, and Iason wondered briefly if he was going insane.

But he shook off the uncomfortable thoughts and hardened his resolve. He stared at Riki again, determined he would feel nothing for the mongrel. As he remembered Riki pushing into his hand, he determined especially that the mongrel would feel nothing for him. Riki was a toy to play with, a challenge to be conquered. Iason shook his shoulder roughly. “Get up.”

Riki gasped in shock, and in pain. What had seemed to stop when he passed out returned with a vengeance. Unbidden tears welled from his eyes, and he fought not to beg. He bit his lower lip and croaked out, “What did I do now?”

“Nothing. But I will not have a pet in my bed.”

Riki fought the pain that almost overwhelmed him and lifted his shackled hands. “I can’t get up, you bastard. You chained me here.”

Iason quickly unhooked the bracelets. “You can now. Sleep on the floor.”

Riki crawled from the great bed and stood uncertainly. “Where?”

Frowning, Iason stood and approached Riki, who trembled even more as he neared. “To the rack.”

Iason watched as Riki hobbled to the rack, then quickly chained the boy’s wrists again, although this time with the chains loose enough that he could lie down. “Sleep well, pet,” Iason whispered. He fully expected Riki’s curse in retort, and was surprised when the boy only lay down on his side and curled tightly.

In time, when he was sure Iason slept, Riki relaxed. He allowed his body to uncurl slightly and stopped clenching his buttocks. It made little difference in the pain that snaked upward from his ass. He had thought it might, hoped it would. But the waves of pain did not stop. He prayed he would pass out again, but his mind remained alert. When finally the intensity of the pain lessened, and, just as he thought he might sleep, he heard Iason move in the bed. The lights rose, and footsteps made their quiet path to the bathroom.

Riki froze, not willing even to breathe, lest he should draw attention to himself. But Iason slowed only for a moment before passing him. Riki remained absolutely still until Iason returned to bed, and the lights dimmed. When he relaxed again, the pain took up its terrible pace, the waves matching his heartbeat. He clenched his fists, and his jaws, to remain silent. When the pain finally let up again, he slipped into a restless sleep.

~~

Iason’s dreams were full of strange perversions. Over the course of the night, he pounded into Riki’s body, both his ass and his mouth. He woke several times and had to go cleanse himself. Each time he would stare at Riki as he passed; and blame the boy for the excesses of his body. You have done this to me, he thought. A mongrel who could pervert a Blondie. Special. Evil. When the sun finally rose, he looked over at the sleek, bronzed body still huddled on the floor. Time to teach the little brat a lesson in obedience and submission.

Rising quickly, he unhooked Riki’s wrists, picked him up and threw him on the bed. Riki looked up, startled, crudely awaken and his face showed his terror and his pain. “What are you doing, you fucking freak? I haven’t disobeyed you.” As Iason approached, Riki tried to move away, but he was hurt and he moved slowly. Iason caught him easily and fixed his wrists again to the head of the bed.

Swinging his leg over Riki’s chest he knelt with his hard, erect cock almost resting on Riki’s chin. “I won’t,” Riki swore, shaking his head wildly. “You raped me already. I won’t let you do it again!”

Iason smiled lazily. “You will do whatever I want.” He slipped his hand behind his own body, finding Riki’s limp phallus, squeezing gently, and stroking. Iason smiled as he felt the mongrel’s cock swell in his hand, and saw the play of emotions cross the frightened face. Iason pushed his erection against the mongrel’s lips. For only a moment, Riki refused to move, but with a few more gentle strokes of Iason’s hand, Riki’s tongue slowly flickered out and touched the tip of Iason’s erection. Feeling the facile tongue dart around him, seeing it happen was more than Iason could stand. “Open your mouth, pet, take me inside you.”

Riki wanted to refuse and Iason saw his anger. He quickly gripped Riki’s balls and twisted them cruelly. “I can tear them off if you refuse,” Iason whispered softly. Riki’s mouth opened and Iason thrust in. He slammed into the back of the mongrel’s throat and watched in amusement when Riki started to choke. But in a few more short, hard thrusts, he climaxed and filled the boy’s throat and mouth with his seed.

Riki swallowed rapidly, trying not to gag. Iason laughed at him, but pulled out. “You do that very well, little slut.” His eyebrows rose in mocking question. “Your favorite breakfast?”

Riki was furious. He jerked his arms until even the padded cuffs torn his skin. He kicked his legs, but stopped quickly when the pain in his ass overwhelmed him again. Finally, he lay still again, and tears fell from his eyes. His voice was very low and Iason leaned closer to hear. “How could you? Even you? After what you did to me last night, how could you force me again?”

Iason lay back in the bed. How dare the little whore accuse me of rape? He had offered his body in Ceres. How was I supposed to know he’d changed the rules? Iason’s own anger flared. But it melted when he looked at Riki and saw the tears still streamed from his eyes – and blood from his wrists. Iason touched Riki’s chest gently, and the wide brown eyes flew open. But the boy said nothing and did not try to escape his touch.

Because he likes it? Iason wondered. Or because he knows he can’t get away? Regardless, Iason continued his gentle explorations, carefully feeling the texture of Riki’s nipples, inadvertently making them harden and project. He found them fascinating and continued to stroke. He hesitated only a moment when he heard Riki moan, and saw that his cock had expanded again.

He likes it, Iason realized. It excites him. He moved his hand lower, and explored Riki’s groin, playing with the head of his cock. It jerked under his touch, and he thought at first that Riki did not like it. But the moans grew louder and the boy’s hips lifted, seeking more contact. Iason stroked and felt the erection under his hand grow harder. He withdrew his hand and Riki groaned. “Don’t stop. Not now. Please.”

Iason spit in his hand to make the harder stroking easier. Riki bucked his hips upward, thrusting into Iason’s grasp. Iason saw the mongrel’s head fall back, and felt the tension as Riki stilled. The boy exploded in his hand and cried out loudly. Warm white fluids covered his hand and dripped to Riki’s belly. Amazing, Iason thought. Beautiful.

Iason lifted his hand and stared in fascination. Then smeared the leavings on Riki’s lips. “Lick it off.” Riki’s eyes flashed open and grew huge. For a moment, Iason thought he would fight again, but he looked down and did as he was told, cleaning Iason’s hand with his tongue and swallowing his own semen.

Iason uncuffed his wrists, lifted each one to his mouth and lapped away the blood. Riki watched him. “Why?”

Iason lowered Riki’s hands. “Why what?”

Riki shook his head. “Why… master?”

Iason laughed. “An excellent choice, pet, but I was asking what you questioned.”

“I hate you, you bastard.” When Iason only nodded, Riki continued, speaking softly. “Why did you jerk me off?”

“Jerk you off? Is that what mongrels call it?”

“What do Blondies call it?”

“We have no term for it.” He shrugged elegantly. “It’s just something pets do.”

“Except today?”

Iason frowned. He had acted as a pet might. It was unthinkable. In a sudden movement, he tugged Riki from bed and into the shower. Iason calmed in the warm soothing flow of the water. He looked at Riki leaning against the shower wall. “Come here.” When Riki approached, Iason gently massaged and shampooed the mongrel’s dark hair. When that was done he used his hands to wash and feel every inch of the firm body. He played with the soft cock and felt it grow again under his caress. “You’re an insatiable slut, Riki.”

Iason turned away to take care of his own bathing. To his complete surprise, he felt Riki’s hands touch his body, rubbing slowly over his chest and gently pinching his nipples to hardness. When the supple fingers began to curl around his cock, Iason gasped in pleasure. Grabbing Riki’s neck, he held tightly and turned to take Riki’s mouth with his own. He meant the conquest to be brutal, but the mongrel’s facile tongue met his and the kiss turned gentle and intimate.

When Iason broke the kiss, he turned off the water and pulled Riki out of the shower with him. “What are you doing to me?” Riki turned his back and began to dry himself. Iason grabbed his shoulder, almost throwing him to the ground. “What?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, you freak. You act like you’ve never paired before.”

Iason released his grip and Riki turned away again, even though Iason spoke. “You’re a pet. Pets pair. Not Blondies.”

Riki turned back to him. “You’ve never paired before?” he asked incredulously. "Are you telling me the leaders of this fucking world only use their hands? That’s idiotic.”

Iason stared down at him contemptuously, but some small part of his mind began to think the mongrel was right. That it was unbelievable and idiotic that he had never experienced this pleasure before. He grasped Riki’s arm again and hauled him back to the rack, re-chaining his wrists. “What the fuck is this for?” Riki demanded. "I did everything you told me.”

Iason smiled. “You’re my pet. I can do anything I want with you.” He canted his head. “But perhaps you should have a choice. You can go back to the White Room. Or you can stay here. Which do you prefer?”

Riki stared up into those ice blue eyes, saw the long silver hair beginning to dry and wave. He hated the son of a bitch. But his attraction to Iason was undeniable. Riki clenched his fists, and felt his body respond to the strange appeal. He dropped his eyes. “I choose to stay here.”

Iason said nothing. He dressed himself, smiling when he was sure Riki could not see. Then he left the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Riki sunk to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest, and wrapping them with his arms. “You fucking asshole son-of-a-bitch,” he whispered to the empty room.

As Riki lay back, he remembered the rape. Not so bad as the others, he thought. At least the bastard called a doctor. Hurt like hell, but the damage was repaired. He remembered the first time, when he was little more than a child. Sent by his mother to sell himself for food. He thought he’d been careful. Approaching a man who had looked at him before. One who had never made a move on him.

He had walked toward the man slowly, touched his large hand with his own small one. He had looked up timidly. “Hey, mister. I’m a virgin.” The man’s look had frightened him and he had tried to run. But the man’s hand had held his.

“A virgin? Does that mean you will sell yourself, boy?”

Riki had been terrified, but he had to do this. For his mother, for himself. “Yes, sir.”

“How much?”

He had no idea. He panicked. “Twenty credits.”

The man had smiled. “Twenty, eh? Sure you’re a virgin, boy?”

It was the beginning of the attitude Riki had carried ever after that. He faked confidence and assumed a swagger. “Yeah, I’m a virgin. Ever had one before?”

The man had smiled then. Obviously the mongrel child had no idea of his value. “Once or twice. Want to make more, boy? I have friends.”

Riki had felt terror. But two men could hardly be worse than one. “Twenty for each of you.”

“Deal. Come with me. I’ll call my friends.”

Friends? More than one? Riki had tried to hold back and the man had stopped to look at him. “Twenty each,” Riki repeated.

The man had nodded and pulled him into a sleazy motel that rented rooms by the hour. Riki had looked around in amazement. He had never seen such things. Curtains on the windows. Furniture that wasn’t broken. An elevator.

The room itself was dark, with only a single small lamp. But a large bed. The man had torn Riki’s clothes off and thrown him on the bed. Like Iason. But the rest had been far worse. The man had pulled his penis from his pants and forced it down the child’s small throat. Riki had struggled with all his power, but he was helpless. The man had struck his face until he bled. But it was only the beginning. The large cock had torn his mouth, and the man had not slowed. And when he was done, other men had appeared. Three of them.

Mercifully, Riki remembered little after that. He had been torn. He had been sure he would die. Had prayed for death to end the torment. He didn’t die, but the attacks stopped. The man had thrown him fifty credits. Riki had not noticed. But he remembered the man’s words. “You were only a virgin once, boy. Only ten for the other fucks.”

He had laid quietly on the bed until the motel’s owner had come to throw him out. He took twenty of the credits. For the room, he said. Riki had struggled into his clothes and limped home. His mother had screamed when she saw his pants were torn. Taken the credits and sent him out again. Riki had fallen in the street, and some other boy had taken pity. Picked him up and taken him to a small room in a deserted building.

Guy. The other boy had cared for him, bathed him and fed him. Though they sold themselves to survive, it had been over a year before they paired together. And another year before Riki took pleasure in the act.

There had been other rapes. Two young boys could not stop determined men. But they survived. Held onto each other and, in the rough ways of the street, came to share affection.

Riki’s thoughts returned to Iason. No, he thought, the bastard had not been so bad. But he had thought such things were over, and he wept.

~~

It seemed like hours that he waited in the room alone. He needed to piss, and he couldn’t reach the bathroom. He thought of Bison. Of Guy. Oh, gods. How can I get out of here? He slumped to the floor, feeling helpless. He tried to sleep.

Eventually, Daryl opened the door, looking chagrinned. “Riki, master Iason says I must put medicines inside you.”

“Don’t you dare even think of touching me, you disgusting… eunuch.”

Daryl reddened under the insult. His voice was cold. “It’s no more my choice than it is yours. If you think I want to touch your filthy mongrel ass, you’re wrong. But master Iason will punish us both if you don’t let me.”

Riki glared. “I don’t care if he punishes me. And I most certainly don’t care if he punishes you. Maybe he’ll just kill me next time, and I can escape this damn place.”

Daryl knelt before him. “Please, Riki. If you let me take care of you, I’ll bring you a blanket.”

Riki canted his head. Bargaining.. That he understood well enough. “And a pillow?” he pressed. “And you’ll let me piss?”

Daryl blinked, taken aback by the mongrel’s audacity. “Alright, Riki. I’ll bring you a pillow, too. And let you use the bathroom.”

Riki nodded and smiled. “First, I need to piss.”

Everything went well until Daryl tried to chain Riki to the rack again. The mongrel quickly knocked him over, slipped the cuff around his wrist and took off for the door. He heard Daryl calling, “If you go near the door, your pet ring will activate.” Riki ignored the words, thinking he could endure anything for the few seconds it would take to get away.

But the ring on his cock struck him as soon as he entered the hallway to the door, and he was on the floor rolling in agony before he could even think. The pain ended at some point, and Riki crawled away. When he could use his still quivering body, he went back to the bedroom and released Daryl. He tried to smile. “You were right.”

“I told you,” Daryl said angrily. But the mongrel was trembling as he carefully lowered himself to the floor. “I’m sorry, Riki,” Daryl said softly. “I wish you would behave yourself.” He refastened Riki’s wrists, and left the room.

Riki’s voice rang out. “Where’s my damn blanket and pillow? You promised.”

Daryl ignored the complaint, took his time tidying and cleaning, before he finally went back to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he tossed Riki the pillow and blanket. “There. I hope you’re happy now.”

Riki grabbed the blanket first and covered his nakedness. “No, I’m not fucking happy. I’m hungry. Bring me something to eat.”

Daryl sighed loudly. Why did Iason take this stupid mongrel. He would never make a proper pet. And I hate him. But if the mongrel was here, he would have to be fed. Daryl made his way back to the kitchen.

~~end chapter 4