Riki's Submission

~~start chapter 5

Daryl threw pots and pans around noisily. Not that stupid Riki would know. Iason’s bedroom was too far away, and too well insulated.

But Iason heard when he came in and he marched to the kitchen in anger. “What’s wrong with you, Daryl?”

Daryl spun around, his jaw dropping. “Oh, master Iason, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, sir. It’s just that… I mean… I’m sorry.” He stopped lamely. Everything that happened today was his fault. Riki should have never gotten loose. Should never have had the opportunity to cause so many problems.

Should have medicine up his mongrel ass. Should have been fed. And, most certainly should not have a blanket and a pillow. Daryl’s voice became small and frightened. “Master Iason, I’ve been so bad today. I’m sorry…”

Iason interrupted. “Get me something for my headache. And come in the great room and tell me what happened.”

Iason was gone before Daryl could apologize again, and the boy hurried to the cabinet in the hall to get drugs for the headache. He also brought a glass of cold water. Iason was sitting in his favorite chair, and Daryl approached warily. “I brought water, sir, but if you would prefer wine, I’ll get that.”

Iason looked up. “No, water is fine.” He took the pills from Daryl’s hand and downed them in a single gulp. “Now, sit and tell me what went wrong.” He leaned back in the chair and shut his eyes.

“I went to take care of the mongrel this morning like you said. But he told me he had to… to use the bathroom. So I unchained him.”

Iason’s hand went to his forehead. “And he overpowered you and tried to escape.”

Daryl nodded. “Yes, sir. And… and I still haven’t fed him, or used the medicines.”

“Understandable. Put the medicines in him now, then put him in his chains and bring him here. I’ll deal with him while you make my dinner.”

“Yes, sir, master Iason. Thank you. Does this mean you won’t punish me, sir?”

Iason narrowed his eyes. “Not at all. And if you don’t obey me promptly, you’ll get even more punishment.”

Daryl jumped up, went for the medicines and then to Iason’s bedroom. Riki was asleep on the floor, his head resting on the pillow, his body covered with the blanket. Daryl approached cautiously. “Riki, wake up. Please. Master Iason is home. I have to put in your medicines now. And then he wants you in the great room.”
Riki opened his eyes and sat up. “I don’t give a shit what he wants. I’m hungry. You still haven’t fed me.”

“Please, Riki. He’s going to punish me already. If you cause any more trouble, my punishment will be even worse. Please.” Daryl’s voice was trembling and his eyes were bright with unshed tears.

Riki stared at him. Then nodded. “Alright; for your sake, I’ll play the good little pet.”

Daryl smiled tentatively. “Really? Oh, thank you, Riki.” He unhooked Riki’s wrists, then picked up the container of medicine and fumbled for his next words. “I need you to….” Biting his lip, he looked down. “Lift your ass up. Please…”

Riki snarled. “Will the damn medicine make me feel better? If it’s gonna hurt, I won’t do it.”

Daryl looked up. “Doesn’t medicine always make you feel better? And the doctor said you need it, Riki.”

“I don’t believe a thing that damn doctor says.” Riki remembered the sutures and clenched his cheeks involuntarily. Pain again.

Daryl was almost in tears. “Please, Riki. I don’t want to have to call master Iason.”

Riki sighed loudly to show his displeasure, but turned over and lifted his butt. “Good enough?”

Daryl touched Riki’s buttocks gently. They were bruised and he was afraid he would hurt Riki again. “Am I hurting you?”

Riki clenched his teeth. “Just get on with it.”

And Daryl did, being very careful as he put the medicines inside. “Ohhhh, I can feel the sutures. Am I hurting you?”

Riki wanted to snap that he was, but, in truth, the medicine numbed the pain. As Daryl continued, he felt almost light-headed with relief. “Why the fuck didn’t you do this sooner?”

Daryl smiled and pulled his fingers out. “You weren’t terribly cooperative this morning.”

Riki turned over and sat. It didn’t hurt. “Whatever.”

Daryl went to the bathroom and washed his hands, then pulled out the golden chains and knelt on the floor before Riki.

“Why do I have to wear those damn things? I said I’d be good.”

Daryl lowered his voice even more. “Because master Iason says so. I’m sorry, Riki. I have to do what he tells me.”

Riki sighed. “Alright. Do what you have to do.” Daryl pulled Riki’s wrists behind his back and fastened them with the new chains. A collar went around his neck, then more chains on his ankles. A leash was attached to the collar, and then Daryl helped him stand. “Isn’t this overdoing it a bit?” Riki asked in disgust. “It’s not exactly like I can get away.”

“The other pets like their chains, Riki. They’re proud to wear them.”

Riki’s voice was loud. “I’m not a freaking pet, Daryl. I don’t like chains, and I’m damn sure not proud of them.”

“Please lower your voice, Riki. He’ll punish you, too.”

Riki stared at the young furniture. And took pity on him. His voice was softer, but still carried his defiance. “I don’t give a shit what he does to me. But I’ll try not to get you in any more trouble.”

Daryl touched his face. “Thank you, Riki. Most of the other pets wouldn’t care what happens to me.”

Riki flushed at the compliment. At least he supposed it was a compliment. And earlier today he certainly hadn’t cared what happened to Daryl. “Just get on with it.”

Daryl led him to the great room and Iason looked up. “Beside me, pet. Kneel here.” When Riki did not move, Daryl tugged the leash gently, and met Riki’s eyes. Please, he mouthed. Riki nodded almost imperceptibly and allowed Daryl to position him. He needed help to kneel and Daryl held his arm as he sank to the floor.

“Daryl, get my whip now, and then come back and drop your pants.” Daryl turned an ever paler shade and went to the cabinet for Iason’s whip. He handed it to Iason, turned his back, dropped his pants, and bent over, fully exposing his pale backside.

Riki protested. “Daryl hasn’t done anything. It was all my fault. I overpowered him. He couldn’t stop me.”

Iason looked at Riki. “Silence. You’ll get your punishment, too. Never interfere with me.” His eyes went back to Daryl’s pale ass. “Count.”

The whip landed, and Daryl moaned. “One.”

By the fifth blow, Daryl’s abused bottom was red and he was sobbing. Riki was almost beside himself. “Stop. Please stop. Punish me instead.”

Iason stared at him. “Daryl, you may pull your pants up, and go prepare my dinner.”

“Yes, master Iason. Thank you, master Iason.”

When Daryl was gone, Riki became the recipient of all Iason’s attention. “Now, pet. Tell me just what you were thinking today.”

Riki’s eyes flashed angrily. “You’re a sadistic fuck, Iason. Daryl didn’t deserve that.”

Iason canted his head. “Still arguing with me? You’re already up to 10 strikes of the whip. Another word and it will be 15.”

“I wasn’t arguing. You told me to tell you what I was thinking.”

Iason almost smiled at his pet’s words. The mongrel was clever. But he forced himself to scowl. “Riki, I’d hate to scar you.”

“Beat me to death, you bastard. I don’t care. Just because you have power over me doesn’t mean you deserve my respect.”

Iason smiled coldly. “Whether or not I deserve it doesn’t concern you. Only that I will have it. Now, answer my question.”

Riki felt his heart beat painfully in his chest. Since Bison, since becoming its leader, he had feared little in his life. He had approached life’s challenges boldly, always sure he would survive and win. He never wanted to go back to the way things were before… But the ring around his cock had changed everything – had shown him he could be controlled completely. And the Blondie was the source of all his fear. Not just because he was stronger and more powerful, but because he could stir Riki in ways he never dreamed he could feel.

Trying unsuccessfully to hide his emotions, he answered simply. “I tried to escape you. I took advantage of that boy’s trust. I used him. I deserve your anger, not him.”

“And what makes you think I am angry, Riki?” Riki met his eyes, perplexed. Not angry? Iason continue. “Human frailties amuse me. I punish them. It hardly means I am angry.”

Riki dropped his head. “So you knew Daryl was not to blame?”

“Of course he was to blame. He should have known better than to trust you. If he didn’t before, he does now.”

Riki swallowed not to sob. It was true. He had betrayed Daryl’s gentle trust. He liked the youngster. And had caused him pain. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, pet?”

Riki looked at him for just a moment before dropping his eyes again. “Yes, master Iason.”

“Very good, pet. Now stand in front of me and bend over.”

Riki tried to stand, but with his hands behind his back, could not, and on the third try, he fell on the floor.

Iason lifted him up and stood him between his thighs. “Bend over.” Riki obeyed and Iason struck. It took all Riki’s strength not to cry out. His flesh was on fire. “Count, Riki.”

“One.” Another blow. “Two.” At the fifth strike, Riki lost his balance and fell on his face.

“Is that the best you can do, pet?”

“Yes, it’s the best I can do, you freaking monster.”

Iason continued the flogging until Riki lost count. When the beating finally stopped, Iason lifted him to sit on his heels. The pain was too much to bear as his calves and heels pushed into his throbbing bottom, and he sobbed - completely unable to control himself.

Iason stared for just a moment, surprised the mongrel would cry in front of him. He knelt before Riki and embraced him, holding him gently. Riki flinched at first, expecting more pain, and then went stiff with shock at the small kindness. Very gradually, he relaxed into Iason’s soothing grasp, allowing himself to feel the comfort. But soon enough, Iason pushed him away, and the trembling began anew. Iason repressed the urge to laugh aloud. How delightful it is, he thought, to play with the mongrel’s emotions, feel his fear, feel him relax, and then feel the fear build again.

But then memories filled his mind… Of the rape last night. Hurting the boy. Of this morning. Of Riki’s full lips embracing him and Riki’s warm mouth caressing him. He looked into the boy’s frightened eyes, and lifted his arms to embrace the trembling shoulders again. This is insane. But Iason did not release the mongrel until Daryl came to announce that dinner was ready.

Daryl’s eyes locked on the scene before him – master Iason on the floor, embracing Riki. It almost took his breath away. Never had he seen it, never had he expected to see it. Master Iason was always cold and perfectly controlled with his pets. What is it about the mongrel?

Iason watched the reactions of his furniture. Almost in wonder. Daryl was concerned for Riki. He always treated the pets well enough. It was his job. But concern was new. What is it about the mongrel?

“Unchain his hands, Daryl. He will eat with me. Put something on the chair so his blood doesn’t make a mess.”

Daryl looked up, now truly in shock. “Eat with you, master Iason?”

Iason stood, leaving Riki on the floor, and canted his head. “Is something wrong with your hearing, Daryl?”

Daryl shook his head as he approached. “No, sir, master Iason.”

Iason walked to the dining room as Daryl knelt behind Riki, releasing his hands and helping him stand. Daryl stared at his buttocks. Red and covered with welts. A few of them bled. Never had he seen a pet punished like this. And any punishment was always immediately followed by dismissal. “Riki,” he whispered, “you are very lucky.”

“Lucky?” Riki hissed. “My bloody ass is on fire.”

“Oh, it’s not very bloody, Riki. Just a few little cuts.”

“That’s not what I meant, you idiot.” Riki paused. Then spoke more softly. “I’m actually bleeding?”

“Oh, no. Not now. It’s stopped.” Daryl took Riki’s arm and led him to the dining room. Iason looked up when they entered. Daryl stood Riki behind a chair. “Please wait here,” he said very quietly, “until I can bring a towel.”

Riki glared at Iason. “You made me bleed,” he accused.

Iason nodded and sipped his wine again. Thank the gods. My headache is almost gone. Daryl was back quickly with the towel. He prepared the chair and helped Riki sit. He looked at Iason nervously. “I’m sorry, sir, about dinner. I’ll get it now.”

Iason nodded. He said nothing, only looked at the mongrel who was staring at the table, the candles in their fine silver holders, the flowers, and the fine damask tablecloth. His fingers touched it gingerly, tracing the intricate patterns. “Have you never sat at a properly prepared table before, Riki?”

“Of course, I have,” Riki lied. “You think I’ve never seen anything, don’t you?”

Iason laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you’ve seen a great many things, pet. No doubt, Ceres is full of fine dining establishments.”

Riki’s face colored, but he did not reply. Daryl returned quickly, setting a silver tray on the table. First, he placed Iason’s bowl of soup before him, then set Riki’s place, putting silverware on the table, and the napkin in his lap, before setting the bowl of soup before him. He stepped back into the hallway.

Iason was amused at Riki’s obvious discomfort. “Eat your soup, pet.”

Riki stared at the soup bowl, then at the silverware. When he heard Iason laugh, he picked up the bowl and drank from it directly. Iason roared in laughter, then picked up his soup spoon and began to eat.

Riki watched him obliquely, trying not to be noticed. But Iason saw. “It’s excellent that you watch, pet. Perhaps next time, you’ll do better.”

Riki turned on him in fury. “I’m not your frigging pet. I’ll never do any better. If you don’t let me go, I’ll make your life miserable.”

Iason sat back as Daryl removed the soup bowls and spoons. And as he set the plates before them. When Daryl was gone again, Iason began to eat. “You are hardly capable of making me miserable, pet. I have only to lock you in the White Room again.”

“I hate you.”

“I think we’ve established that. And it makes no difference. You will do precisely as I say.”

Riki sighed loudly. In spite of his best efforts, the aroma of the food made his mouth water and he started to pick up pieces of the meat with his fingers. Iason was amused, and did something in the pocket of his jacket. Riki froze as the tingle started at the base of his cock. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Iason’s voice flowed like honey. “Warning you, pet. Use your fork and knife. Surely, you’re not that uncivilized.”

Riki glared again, but the warning was well taken. He wiped his hands on the napkin and picked up the fork. This time, he didn’t try to hide that he was watching Iason. Awkward at first, but gaining proficiency, he was soon cutting his meat and lifting it to his mouth with the fork.

“Interesting. I see you can learn. A very valuable trait in a pet.” Riki froze for just a moment, then continued eating. Neither of them spoke again until the meal was over. Iason stood and indicated Riki should follow.

Daryl approached, head down. “Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”

“Yes. Help Riki kneel again, then shackle his left hand to his ankle.” Riki looked up, furious, but remained quiet as Daryl obeyed the order. “Now, Daryl, bring two of the pets to entertain me. The newest ones I think.” Iason sat back in his chair, relaxing.

Daryl reappeared with two young men in tow. They were nude except for harnesses on their chests. In spite of himself, Riki stared. They were beautiful, one with pale blue hair that curled around his face, the other with light brown hair that hung to his shoulders. They were trim and their bodies were perfect, flesh pale and supple, their muscles rippling beneath their skin as they prostrated themselves before Iason.

More memories… Bison robbing the warehouse, stealing the pets still in their sealed chambers. Taking them to the filthy apartment. Oh, they had been frightened. Prepared only to belong to wealthy men. Their eyes had been huge as they looked at the cracked walls and windows. One of them had looked to Riki, recognizing the leader. “Are you our master, sir?”

Riki and Guy and all the members of Bison had laughed. When he could speak again, Riki had glared at this bold boy. “Yeah, we’re your masters. Bow to us.” The boys had fallen to their knees, then put their heads to the floor.

Like these boys did for Iason. But Bison had not been content with that. They had gang-raped each of the spoiled pets, tearing them and laughing as they bled. Two days later, the pets had been returned. Word had gotten out that they were terminated. Guy and Riki had looked at one another. But in the end, they had gotten drunk that night. And forgotten the broken pets. Though, after future thefts, the soiled pets were sold on the black market. Better some sort of life, Riki had rationalized, than termination.

Iason’s voice drew him back to the present moment. “Pleasure one another, pets,” he said softly. “With your hands first.” The boy’s knelt facing each other, their legs spread wide. Their expert hands worked quickly and soon their cocks were jutting from their bodies and soft sounds fell from their parted lips.

“You do not have permission to come,” Iason said. “You, Flick, lean over and take Remy in your mouth. Suckle him. Drive him wild. Remy,” he added softly, “if you come, you will be sold. And Flick, if you cannot force him to come, the same fate awaits you.” Both boys looked up fearfully. One of them would be gone tonight. Iason smiled. “Whichever one of you fails will be sold to a brothel in Ceres. You will be used by the commonest mongrels in that despicable city.” He looked to Riki, and the boys’ eyes followed. “Worse than this one.”

From the beginning, it was clear that Flick would win. His mouth was expert, and he used his hands on Remy’s balls, massaging them until Remy could not be still. The poor blue-haired boy thrust into Flick’s mouth, moaning and crying. He put up a good fight, but Flick was ruthless, delving his tongue into Remy’s slit and stroking him all the while.

Remy cried out, in ecstasy and in horror as he came. Flick swallowed his fluids. Remy put his hands over his cock, and stared down shamefaced. “Please, master. Please.”

“Shut up, Remy. It is too late. But you put on a good show. I will allow you to try to take Flick with you. Begin.”

Flick was horrified, but his proud young cock throbbed between his legs and Remy fell on it and suckled greedily. Flick lasted only a few minutes before he climaxed. Remy did not bother to swallow. He spit Flick’s come in his face. Flick wiped away what hit his eyes, and turned to stare at Iason. “Oh, master. I could not help it. Please.”

But Iason called Daryl to take the pets away. “Dispose of them.”

Riki had been as caught up in the display as Iason, though he couldn’t cover his interest as Iason did. He turned to the Blondie in fury. “How could you do that? They’re little more than children. And sell them to a brothel? They will be destroyed.”

Iason canted his head and smiled. “Oh, you do think the worst of me, Riki. It’s just a little game I play with all my new pets. They will be quite relieved when they hear I’ve decided to be merciful. They will give themselves gratefully to whatever I ask.”

“You freaking son-of-a-bitch. You’re a total asshole.”

“I believe I understand your opinion of me, pet. You needn’t repeat yourself.” Iason faced Riki directly. “Perhaps I should have played the game on you as well.” Iason stared at Riki coldly as he rose from his chair. His streaming tunic covered the evidence of his body’s interest in the pets’ dilemma as he walked to the bathroom. And when he was gone, Riki used his free hand to relieve the pressure in his own cock. When he was done, he wiped his semen on the floor… and wondered if the boys had been told yet of their reprieve.

Daryl noticed him after he had cleared the dining room and cleaned the kitchen. “Oh, Riki, I’m sorry. I thought master Iason had taken you to his bedroom.” Daryl knelt and unhooked his hand, and removed the leash. Then he noticed the mess on the floor. He sighed. “I have to clean up after you. Can you go to master Iason on your own?”

Riki looked at Daryl, sorry he had made more work for the young furniture, but he kept his face defiant. “I’m sorry I made another fucking mess, Daryl. But I couldn’t help it.”

Daryl just nodded and went to get his cleaning supplies. Riki followed. “Let me do it.”

“Oh, no, Riki. It’s my job to take care of you.”

Riki was surprised – and insulted. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need you to take care of me.”

Daryl dared a smile. “If you weren’t a baby, you wouldn’t be making messes on the floor.”

Riki grinned in reply. “Iason made me do it.”

Daryl shook his head, but didn’t lose all of his smile. “Regardless of why it happened, I have to clean it up.”

Riki still followed, looking around curiously. The penthouse was much larger than he had thought. He touched Daryl’s arm. “Are those boys really safe?”

Daryl turned back. “You mean the pets? Master Iason told you?”

Riki’s grip tightened and Daryl flinched. “Are they alright?”

“Please let go of my arm.” Riki released his grip and Daryl met his eyes. “Yes, they’re fine now. I gave them tranquilizers. They’re both in their bedrooms asleep.” His eyelids fluttered. “You have to go to master Iason now, Riki. Or he’ll punish us again.” Riki hesitated only a moment before he turned away.

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Iason had listened to Riki talk with Daryl before he returned to his bedroom. He thought their conversation very strange. Of course, it’s also strange I hid in the hallway to listen. Riki seemed truly concerned for the new pets. It made no sense. Pets were specially bred and trained. They had no expectation of a long happy life. They knew their time as pets was limited. They knew they would end their lives in brothels or mind-wiped to serve as unskilled laborers. They accepted that fate.

He had always been told so. Daryl surely knew that, even if Riki did not. So why hadn’t Daryl told Riki? Why had he played along with the mongrel’s foolish thoughts? If it were not true, it would mean that Jupiter’s breeding plan was faulty. It would mean that pets had feelings, that they cared about their fates. And that could not be true. That would mean that Jupiter was cruel. It would mean his view of the world was wrong.

It simply could not be.

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What strange people, Riki thought, as he walked to Iason’s bedroom. Pets and Furniture. He realized he understood nothing of this world where he lived now. That he could not comprehend the callousness of it. He remembered pretty youths in Ceres who would try to catch the attention of the Elites, hoping to be selected as pets, hoping to become furniture. He had always thought them foolish, to give up their freedom for some small bit of comfort. He thought they must never have understood what such temporary comfort really cost. Nobody, nobody would seek these lives.

He arrived at Iason’s bedroom, and looked in quietly. Iason was already in bed, his hair spread wide on the pillow. For a moment, Riki looked at his blanket and pillow on the floor. But his thoughts kept being drawn back to Iason. The smell of him, the feel of his hands. Iason was as strange as everything else in Tanagura. Heartless and cruel. Compelling and appealing.

Riki felt drawn to him in ways he could not comprehend. Hesitantly, he walked to the bed and slid in under the covers. Iason did not move, and he gradually relaxed. I am as insane as any of the others, he thought. I hate the Blondie bastard. And I can’t stay away from him.

Iason had seen Riki come to the door, knew Riki had looked at him; he had felt the bed move when the mongrel climbed in. I should send him away, Iason thought. I shouldn’t permit this. But, strangely, Riki’s closeness was not distressing. He waited until the mongrel’s breath was light and even. Then he turned in the bed and looked at the lithe body so close to him. His hand went to Riki’s concave belly and stroked it lightly. The mongrel shifted but did not wake.

In time, Iason stilled his hand, enjoying the simple warmth of the Riki’s body. Just before he slept, Iason reached to the cuffs still attached to his headboard and fastened them to Riki’s wrists. The boy would be furious in the morning, but Iason would not allow him freedom in the night. He thought of his vow to not care for this boy, to not allow the boy to care for him.

He would allow Riki in the bed.

But nothing more.

~~end chapter 5