No Turning Back

Riki Is Still On The Chain

Riki had now been Iason’s pet for almost a month and he had not been let off his chains yet. Though Iason did let him off after two weeks, that ended in disaster. So there he sat again on the pole with nothing to throw. Iason would not put him in the shackles again, he thought that was a little too harsh. Nor had he used the whip because he didn't want to mess up Riki’s beautiful body with lashes. So he had let him get by without it.

He was actually laying on the floor when the door sounded for Daryl to come and open it. Riki didn't move from where he lay spread eagle and naked on his back. Iason wasn't home yet but Katze had come by to deliver Riki’s golden plated collar with the I.M on it.

Daryl opened the door and was very happy to see the auburn haired man. He thought he was sexy but would never said anything. “Ah hello Katze. Please, do come in,” Daryl said, stepping out of the way for him to enter.

“Hello Daryl,” Katze winked as he walked in with two boxes under his arm. Daryl led him to the grand hall where Riki still laid sprawled on his back. Katze couldn't help but notice right away. Riki had a very taught body, he thought. He too let his eyes linger over Riki’s manhood that had the silver ring hugging it. “You're still in chains huh?” Katze asked, putting the boxes down on the counter.

“Yes. He better keep me this way too if the asshole doesn't want anymore of his precious drinking glasses broken,” Riki sat up on his elbows. “If he wants to keep me, he better keep me on the chain or I'll vanish.” When he sat up fully his chains fell, jingling around him.

“There's no way you can vanish with that pet ring on and there's no way it can be broken. Iason will find you if you did get away, trust me. Once Iason has a hold of you there is no turning away or running very far.” Katze tried to explain to the naked mongrel who seemed to not really want to listen to him.

“Thanks for the support. So what's in the boxes?” Riki asked, looking at the packages on the counter.

“Oh just some more gifts Iason has ordered, just for you,” Katze gave him a very sarcastic grin.

“Oh yippy,” Riki sighed and laid back on his back. "You know in all my life I have never had so many gifts.” Riki yawned and scratched himself, even though people were staring. But Iason did tell him he was supposed to be public entertainment so he shouldn't be so shy in touching himself. Nor be too shy to touch himself in front of people. And so he started to scratch himself but that only lead to him getting hard. “Damn it,” he moaned. Katze Daryl and Riki all watched as he went from limp to hard and standing.

“Riki you know you shouldn't have thrown your shorts. Iason-sama will not be pleased.” Daryl had been meaning to lecture him about that earlier but he had just gotten so busy he forgot.

“I don’t see why. He should be glad I'm flaunting my stuff and openly willing to touch myself.” Riki licked his lips as he began to stroke himself, giving Daryl a sexy look which caused him to blush, he turned his head away. He gave a gasp as this gesture was so erotic yet painful. Like Riki was making fun of him or something.

“Please Riki. We really don’t need to watch your performance. Save it for Sir Iason,” Katze said rolling his eyes.

“What? Do you mean to tell me you don’t have your manhood either?” Riki cried he actually lost his boner then.

"I was once Iason's furniture, yes," Katze answered with a nod.

“Speaking of Iason, I believe he should be coming home any moment now,” Daryl said looking at the time. Literally a minute later they heard the door slide open. Daryl went to greet him.

“Greetings Master. May I get you anything?” Daryl asked with a bow before his mighty Blondie master.

“Wine will do for now,” Iason replied, walking into the hall to see Riki’s black shorts hanging from his chair. Iason turned to see his pet still sitting there naked. “Riki, why are you not dressed?” Iason asked, placing a hand on his hip.

“I thought you would be happy to see how eager I was to get off for you master.”

Oh nice answer, Katze thought to himself, and it seemed it pleased Iason as well.

“Oh how lovely,” Iason said coming over to his pet. He bent down and kissed his chin and neck. “I can’t wait for your act then,” he stood to face Katze. “Thank you for bringing me my boxes, you may leave.” Iason nodded to Katze who nodded in response and gave Daryl one more wink, Iason didn't see it but Riki did.

“So what kind of goodies did you get me this time Iason?” Riki asked as he stood up and leaned his back against the wall.

“I just got you more clothes and,” Iason opened up a long thin box, “a taming stick and golden chain’s. Are they not lovely?” He opened the long box to show the collar. There was a red ruby with diamonds as flower peddles around it on the front and engraved on the side was "Iason Mink’s".

“What the hell is that for?” Riki demanded to know.

“You are my prize pet. A pet which deserves the finest things that I could buy to show that you are my precious pet. This is for when I take you out and show you off.” Iason took out the stick, it seemed it was made out of marble but it was made of wood, it was black and shiny. He shut the case and set it back on the counter. “This is your taming stick,” he said, slapping it in the palm of his hand.

“What's the purpose in that?” Riki asked un-crossing his arms, looking at the stick with alarm.

“You really don’t know Riki? It's for when you get out of line again and I need to correct you. If you don’t do as I ask, it's for your back side.” He gave a menacing grin that made Riki shutter. “I'm glad to see that you were being good today, except of course the shorts. But I suppose I can overlook that since you did say you were naked for my pleasure, and it does please me.”

“Iason-sama, dinner is ready,” Daryl announced, standing next to Iason when he had finished speaking.

“Thank you,” Iason said with a nod. He set the stick down and went into the dining room. Riki was left alone for a moment until Daryl brought him out his plate on a little table with water to drink.

“Here you go Sir Riki,” everything he had was on something that couldn't be broken since he would throw glass plates and cups.

“Thank you Daryl,” as Daryl sat the tray down, Riki took his hand he pulled him close. “Kiss me Daryl,” he said with a twisted smile.

“Riki,” Daryl pulled away. He pulled on his hair so he could get away and hurt him a little without causing a mark.

“Ow, I just wanted a kiss,” Riki moaned rubbing his head.

“Just eat your food you silly mongrel,” Daryl scolded him and walked back to the dining room to wait on Iason.

“Since when did you become the violent type anyways?” Riki asked and began to eat his food and talking to himself since Daryl didn't seem to want to listen to Riki anymore. He hated being on his chains but at least he got to eat a lot of food. Which didn't happen very often when he was in the slums. What was he doing, he thought. Being happy with food from some evil man who makes him sit on the cold floor and eat.

He wondered if he would ever get off the pole, but he just said if he did, he would run away and he knew that Iason wouldn't want that. He thought now he probably would be in chains for the rest of his life unless he did want to try and be good for Iason and come to grips with the fact he would be Iason's pet. He was a very stubborn man, it would take more than three weeks to tame this fiery sprite.