No Turning Back

Can’t Tame The Flame


His sprite was very fiery one night when the twin moons were full. Iason was trying to get Riki to masturbate for him but Riki once again had a stubborn strike about him, making him not want to do it for Iason.

Thus he sat there in agony as his penis throbbed and his head ached from the torment the pet ring gave him. Or Iason was causing the pet ring to give him as Iason had control from his wrist. It was a silver band on his wrist that had buttons for him to push, and he was pushing them. “Riki why must you put yourself through this? All you have to do is touch yourself and cum and everything will be over.” Iason spoke in a very clam soothing tone to the very angry mongrel who was so upset he was crying.

“Fuck you Iason,” he spat then gave another tormenting cry as Iason once again pushed a button on his wrist to send a little shock through Riki’s body.

“That does it Riki, you've driven me to this decision.” Iason stood up and Riki prepared for his penis to explode or something from how Iason sound. Riki curled up and covered his head, looking down at the floor and his poor hard as stone cock that was looking back at him and it was again a frightening red. “Daryl!” Riki heard Iason call. Daryl entered the room with a deep bow, Riki peeked up and could tell he looked nervous.

“Yes Master?” he asked and hoped he was called to suck Riki off again for Iason.

“Bring me the Keasy #1.” Iason watched as Riki looked up in alarm. So he wasn't going to blow up his dick after all, still he didn't know if he liked this or not.

“Yes Master,” Daryl went to the desk drawer in Iason’s room and got him the whip and offered it to him.

Iason took the whip and looked toward his pet who still sat curled up on the floor. “Now get up and face the bed, bend over,” he commanded him. “After your whipping Daryl will suck you off,” Iason decided. Riki didn't budge. Yeah right, like he was just going to walk over and expose himself willingly to a beating. “Riki, do it now or you will wish you hadn't made me do it!” Iason said in a much firmer tone. Daryl wished he didn't have to watch this.

Riki sighed and stood up. He was already suffering from a raging boner, now he had to be whipped? What a wonderful pickle he got himself into. He bent over the bed with his head down. “Face toward the mirror so I can see your face,” Iason’s voice sounded so menacing. Riki didn't protest and did as Iason said.

Iason took this time to look over the mongrel’s smooth unmarked backside. It looked so fuckable. He wanted to run his hands over it and nibble it and spread him open and dive deep inside of him. He wondered if he was very tight. All these thoughts sprung him to life just looking at that fair, tan backside. He was sad he had to mark it, but his disrespect for him had been going on too long now. It was time to tame this wild flame. He walked back and forth behind Riki, cracking the whip. He smiled in amusement as Riki jumped before the whip had even touched his flesh. Iason was just warming up.

Riki was wondering what was taking so long, but he didn't voice his opinion. He did not want to speed up the pain, but he did want to get it over with. “Riki, you're being punished for being disobedient and disrespectful to me. I was hoping that it would never come to this. I know now I should have done this a long time ago so you would take me seriously! Now Riki, you will be punished,” Iason reached his hand back then brought it forward, letting the whip crack square on to Riki’s ass.

Riki didn't make a sound. His whole body tensed, making his muscles bulge out. Iason thought that it was lovely. He hit him again, this time he heard a little breath come from his mouth as he hit him harder. He kept hitting Riki stroke after stroke. By the fifth stroke Riki was crying out.

“Please stop, please!” Riki begged. His body was shaky and his heart was beating madly in his chest.

“I will stop when I believe you've had enough!” Iason shouted. He went on cracking Riki with the whip until he had twelve strikes and his once smooth tan backside was covered in welts. The Keasy 1 would not leave scars so he knew the welts would go down. After the last slash, Riki was still holding himself up but was crying. Tears ran down his face and nose, dripping to the bed. As he felt his ass was on fire, he didn't move until he was told. “Alright Riki. Turn around, you have been punished,” Iason came over to him and wiped the tears away and kissed his cheeks. He leaned to whisper in his ear, “Now, have you learned your lesson Riki?” Iason kissed his ear. How badly he wanted to take him, but he restrained himself.

“Yes, that you're more of a fucker than before,” Riki still had the flame of defiance in his eyes. He saw the flame of anger flare again in Iason’s eyes.

“I see, then you've not been properly punished. Turn around,” he demanded of him.

“What, you can’t!” Riki couldn't believe he was going to be whipped again.

This time Iason didn't say anything. This time he sat down on the bed and pulled the little mongrel over his lap. “Yes I can. And if you want to keep this up I will keep whipping you!” He held the kicking mongrel firmly over his lap. Riki couldn't believe how strong Iason’s arm was. It was like a vice clamp. He started to whip him again, only giving him five more strikes. “Still feeling rebellious?” Iason asked as Riki choked on his own sobs now and it seemed also his breath.

“I hate you Iason,” he whispered. Iason just chuckled. He didn't think it was funny and Daryl knew it wasn't his amused chuckle. It was his very angry chuckle and Daryl had covered his ears long ago. Iason threw down the whip and took his glove off with his teeth.

“It is 'Master',” Iason hissed into the mongrel’s ear and began to wail on him again with his bare hand to his flesh. That seemed to be even worse than the whip Riki thought. “You will call me master and you will respect me,” he said between spanks. He gave him ten cracks, by then Riki was feeling somewhat broken. He didn't want anymore beatings to his backside. Iason’s hand was merciless and Riki knew this now.

“Yes Master!” Riki shouted then fell limp as his body grew tired of the spankings and beatings. His heart was racing very fast, he had become sweaty and his ass was probably bloody.

Daryl opened his eyes when he heard the spanking stop and Riki calling out 'Master'. “That's much better Riki, now stand up.” Iason helped him with this command, it was very hard for him to do this. “Now Daryl, you may suck him off for me. I am in need of release.”

Iason sat down in the chair in his bedroom to watch. At first Riki couldn't tell that Daryl had taken him into his mouth. When he did realize it, he tossed his head back and sighed, feeling the pet ring loosening up on him. “Oh,” Iason watched as he parted his lips and gave his sex cry as Daryl licked and suckled on Riki, milking him for all he was worth. Riki still thought that Daryl had a very nice mouth, a very talented mouth. That helped with the awful pain in his ass. He didn't take long to cum.

“Good Daryl. You may take him to bathe now,” Iason said as he too had gotten off.

“Yes Iason-sama,” Daryl nodded. He took Riki out of the room, he was still sobbing.

“That really sucked, and a bath his going to suck,” Riki told Daryl as he led him by the chains into the wash room.

“I'll give you a cloth bath so you don’t have to sit in the water Sir Riki,” Daryl said as he hooked his chain to the hook in the bathtub Riki stood there while Daryl washed him very carefully around his wounded backside.

“You know, I think it's so stupid that I still have to be in chain’s while you bathe me. I won’t run away, damn,” Riki said crossing his arms.

“Well you really do have to gain Master's trust a little better than that if you're going to be off your chains Riki,” Daryl responded as he walked around to the front of Riki’s body.

“You really should be naked in here with me,” Riki said, wrapping his arms around Daryl and squeezing his nice hard ass. “Oh, steel,” Riki remarked, impressed.

Daryl pulled away as if he had been stung. “Riki stop it right now!”

With that call brought the unwanted attention of their master. Iason came in to see what Riki could be doing now. “Riki what are you doing now? I’d think you'd had enough punishment,” Iason said with his hand on his hip. He had come to the bath to tell Riki he would be sleeping with him from now on when he heard Daryl’s cry.

“I was just feeling Daryl’s ass. I mean, if he can suck me off can’t I touch his ass?” Riki asked with a shrug. Daryl dumped a cup of warm water over Riki’s head to wash out the soap. “Plus, why can’t he be naked in here if he's already in the shower? He might as well be naked too, that's all I'm saying.” Riki continued with all sincerity so that Iason wouldn't spank him or hurt him again.

Iason was getting hard again watching Riki being drenched, it was hard for him to really hear what he was saying. “You know that's a very good idea. Why don’t you take off your clothes Daryl and let him penetrate you here and now.” Iason wanted to see Riki move. He looked so erotic, wet and naked with his chains on.

Daryl was a bit shocked. He didn't know if Iason had ever seen him naked before except for when he had examined him before he bought him to make sure he wasn't infected. Daryl nodded, he blushed and pulled off his brown robes and set them out of the tub.

Iason thought Daryl had a nice body, it still didn't compare to Riki’s. “Now Daryl, bend over toward the wall, hold yourself up on it,” Iason instructed and Daryl did, feeling a bit shaky. He'd never done something like this before. Iason would love to be doing this to Riki, but he didn't. He would hold back until the time was right. “Now lick him Riki,” Iason order him and Riki licked him, he finally got to taste Daryl like he'd been wanting to do for so long! Riki spread Daryl apart and thought he had such a yummy looking pink hole and stuck his tongue deep inside of him.

“Oh,” Daryl’s face went bright red and his knees felt weak, nothing like this had ever happened to him before. “Master, I'm a virgin!” he cried as Riki’s tongue worked wonders on the poor boy who didn't know where to place his thoughts at the moment.

“Well you're not a virgin any longer. Now Riki take him and take him hard.” Iason knew that taking a virgin hard would hurt, but Daryl was going to have to get used to it unless Iason got Riki a pet to fuck. Which he might have to do.

“What, Master, please not hard. Please,” Daryl moaned knowing how it felt when someone rammed a huge cock up his ass when he was raped; it didn't feel good. The shower spray made the scene even more delightful to Iason. He loved watching the water droplets cling to Riki and Daryl’s taught arms.

“Riki do as I say,” Iason said as Riki positioned himself behind Daryl.

“Yes Master,” Riki nodded. He wanted to take him hard but he felt bad too, though he had raped virgins before when he lived in the slums. He liked Daryl he didn't want to think of this as rape, more like a good hot fuck with a sexy man. He slid his head in first, not wanting to go too fast too quickly. He wanted to let Daryl adjust. Iason’s need was growing and he wanted to cum with Riki.

“Now Riki, don’t hold back,” Iason demanded.

Riki leaned over and whispered in Daryl's ear, “I'm sorry sweetie.” With that he dove hard and fast into Daryl’s ass .Daryl gave out an agonizing cry of pain. Riki let out a breath of pleasure. It had been awhile since he had something warm hugging his penis except for his hand or Daryl’s lips. He began to thrust hard, pulling Daryl’s ass back to his hips.

Daryl cried, he didn't care if he let his shame show, he was only furniture. Besides, neither pets nor furniture's feelings mattered. He felt his stomach cramp and he felt like his ass was being torn in two, he wanted to get away from it. He wanted to run but Riki held his hips firmly.

Iason watched all of this as he stroked himself. He looked at Riki’s luscious neck again, then watched his arms bulge as he pulled Daryl back against his hips. Watching Riki’s thick cock slide in and out of Daryl’s tight fine ass was enough for Iason to get off once again. He kept watching and knew Riki wouldn't take much longer. Riki leaned forward on Daryl and kissed his neck and ears.

“That's enough!” Iason snapped. He did not like that at all. Didn't like Riki kissing on Daryl one bit. “Daryl you are no longer needed at this time. I will take care of Riki now, go to your chambers. I will be in there shortly to speak with you.”

Daryl crumbled to the bathtub floor holding his aching rear, his long hair falling over his face as he cried. He got up, though it hurt him to move, and picked up his robes and left the bathroom. He was shaking, he didn't really know what to think. Was his master angry with him? What was he going to do?

“You are a good boy,” Iason said as he dried Riki. Riki said nothing now. Even though he was very angry, for once he held his tongue. “You will be sleeping with me from now on. As you are also my companion as a pet should be,” Iason informed him when he knew Riki was good and dry.

“Yes Master, but will Daryl be okay? I'm worried about him,” Riki replied as Iason led him past Daryl’s chambers toward his which was at the end of the hall. They could hear him still sobbing inside.

“He'll be just fine,” Iason said, hooking Riki to the pole that Iason had installed next to his bed. “Now you need your rest. I hope you've learned your lesson and do not want to repeat what happened earlier,” Iason continued with his hands on his hips looking down at Riki as he tapped his foot.

Riki just shook his head and laid on his side. “Good boy. I'll be right back,” Iason kissed Riki on the cheek and left the mongrel snuggling in his plush maroon blankets and sheets. Iason went to Daryl’s room with a drink, the red one that tasted like strawberries. Daryl was sitting at his desk crying still. “Daryl,” Iason’s voice startled his little furniture who leapt up. He was still nude as well, he pulled his brown robes on quickly.

“Yes Master, how may I help you Master?” Daryl asked, bowing though Iason saw the pained look in his eye when he did this.

Iason lifted his downcast face by his chin. “I just wanted to bring you this to drink. It'll help you sleep. Don’t worry, I'm not angry with you Daryl. You've been very good and as I've said, good behavior is rewarded. I've seen the way you look at Riki. He is beautiful. So beautiful even you have been pulled in by his luring and mystical beauty.” He handed Daryl the drink. He was honored to have been given a drink by his master. “I thought I would let him take you, the only thing is Daryl, Riki is a mongrel and he would have taken you hard whether I said to or not. I just wanted you to feel how he really is and he did you mongrel style I assure you.” He pet Daryl on his fair face. “Now go ahead and rest and don’t worry. You're alright.” He kissed him on the cheek and left without another word.

Daryl stood there speechless, his heart couldn't feel any lighter. Then he drank his drink and felt even better. He felt that Iason almost loved him from that little gesture so he laid down and went to bed a happy man.

Iason came back to his bed and found Riki sound asleep, but that was alright. Tomorrow though he planned to take him. He couldn't hold back too much longer. He was so beautiful, he had to have a taste. Maybe if he did it once he would feel better and not need it again. He laid down next to his pet and unhooked the long chain on his hands and feet. He left the neck collar chain since it gave Riki enough room to turn anyway he liked but not enough slack so he could maybe strangle Iason with it. He knew Riki might try something like that. He liked the feel of his warm body next to his. He kissed him on the neck and snuggled his pet as he fell asleep with him. Riki was lost to his own imaginary world of dreams where Iason could not find him yet.

He was not tamed to the point where Iason was in his dreams. Riki made a silent promise to himself that no matter how bad it got, he would never let the fire of his freedom die in his heart. No matter how many times Iason lashed his backside or spoke in his ear telling him he was his pet and no one else's, that he belonged to him. This was fine, but he would never forget that he was born free. He would never let his flame go out.