Riki's Submission

~~begin chapter 6

Riki’s dream was frightening. Guy stood over him, holding a laser knife and moving it to his groin. In terror, Riki tried to jerk away, but he couldn’t move. As he struggled to escape, he began to awaken and found his hands chained. Memories flooded his mind. Different from the dream but equally horrible. He was in the bed of the Blondie, the man’s prisoner, his slave, his pet.

First he realized that he himself had chosen to be in Iason’s bed, that he had let his attraction to the Blondie dull his reason. As that shame overwhelmed him, he remembered again the rape in the shower and the cruelty of the doctor. The cruelty that Iason had allowed. He jerked his wrists, banging the headboard against the wall.

Iason sat up, startled, and turned to him. “Riki, what’s wrong with you?”

“You chained me again, you bastard. You whipped me bloody. And you raped me.”

Iason relaxed. The mongrel wasn’t hurt again. He was just throwing another tantrum. “Be quiet, pet. Go back to sleep.”

“Go back to sleep? Are you bloody insane? After what you’ve done to me, you think I can just go back to sleep? You’re a fucking monster. Unchain me. Let me out of your damn bed.”

Iason leaned over Riki and stroked his hip slowly and sensuously. “I didn’t put you here. You came on your own. Perhaps your anger should be at yourself.”

Riki turned his head away, knowing the truth of the words. His voice was quiet. “I didn’t rape myself. I didn’t beat myself with a whip. I didn’t tell a doctor to torture me.”

Iason put his hand in the dark hair, and caressed the mongrel’s skull. “No, you didn’t. You deserved the whipping, pet, but I’m sorry for the other things. They won’t happen again.”

Riki looked back to Iason. “You’re sorry?” he whispered.

“Yes, pet. I’m sorry.” Iason leaned lower and brushed Riki’s lips with his own.

I’m not your damn pet, Riki’s mind screamed… But the closeness of the Blondie was overwhelming. What is it? His smell? His hair? But there was no time to think and he returned the kiss. When Iason attempted to push his tongue past the mongrel’s lips, Riki opened to him. He was still reluctant, but when Iason began to stroke his chest and tease his nipples, Riki returned the kiss passionately. His cock began to grow larger, and he knew himself lost. He moaned into Iason’s mouth.

Iason’s hand moved to Riki’s groin, and his mouth to a nipple. Riki moaned louder and began to rock his hips upward. Iason teased him until he thrust harder and was moaning in need. “You want this, pet?” Iason whispered. “You want my hands on you?”

“Yes, you bastard. You’ve made me want it.”

Iason was careful not to smile, but he was amused at Riki’s language. “You do blame me for everything, pet.” Quickly, he bent forward and captured Riki’s mouth before the mongrel could speak again.

Iason stroked Riki’s cock harder and soon, the only sounds coming from the mongrel’s mouth were moans of pleasure. When Iason felt Riki’s cock start to throb, he pulled back, removing all contact. Riki’s eyes grew wide. “What the hell are you doing now?”

Iason released Riki’s hands from the headboard of the bed. “Pleasure me, pet.”

Riki smiled then and drew his knees up, spreading his legs wide. He began to fondle himself, shutting his eyes and moaning. Iason sat up and frowned. “What are you doing?”

Riki’s eyes opened slightly. “I’m being a good pet and showing you how to fuck yourself.”

In spite of himself, Iason laughed. Then grabbed Riki’s cock, and twisted. The mongrel howled and slapped at Iason’s hand. “What the fuck was that for? I’m doing what you said pets do.”

“Riki,” Iason said harshly, “you certainly know I do not hold you to the same standard I do other pets. You have different privileges. I have different expectations.”

“Just what the fuck do you consider a privilege, Iason? Having my ass rammed with your cock?”

Iason sighed. “I told you I was sorry about that, Riki.”

“Being sorry doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Iason shifted closer. “I still want your mouth sucking my cock, Riki.” He reached out and touched Riki gently again. “I’ll make sure you have your pleasure, too.”

Riki moved out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. He looked at Iason over his shoulder as he shut the door. “I have to piss. You might want to consider what your Jupiter will think until I get back.” Iason’s first thought was to use the controller on the mongrel’s pet ring and he moved to get it; but then changed his mind and smiled. Riki was proving to be more complex than he’d expected. More challenging.

Riki came back in the bedroom, looking at Iason suspiciously. “Why didn’t you…,” he handled the metal band, “zap me?”

Iason looked at Riki’s cock, seeing it was smaller now, but the erection was not completely gone. Iason smiled and Riki’s heart beat faster. The man, he thought, if he is a man - is gorgeous. Iason patted the bed. “Join me.” Still suspicious, Riki sat slowly on the edge. Iason stroked his arm gently. “Closer.” Riki looked at his face and met his eyes. He felt drawn to Iason. Absolutely unable to resist him. He moved slowly, but soon enough was pressed against Iason’s side, lifting his lips to the Blondie’s mouth. Iason leaned forward and met Riki’s mouth gently. When Riki’s tongue pushed against his lips, Iason opened his mouth and met Riki’s tongue with his own. His hands gripped Riki’s dark hair, pulling his head closer. There was no resistance.

The kiss started gently enough, but worked up quickly to passion. On both their parts, with Riki every bit as demanding as Iason. Iason’s hands moved to Riki’s groin again, feeling his thick dark curls, and then holding his erection firmly. Riki hardened under his touch and began to thrust into those pale smooth hands, and Iason gripped him, teasing the head with each stroke. Riki moaned louder with each thrust and cried out loudly as he climaxed. Iason continued to stroke him until all the vibrations had subsided.

When Riki’s breathing had slowed he met Iason’s eyes and their gaze locked for long seconds. Then Riki dipped his head and licked Iason’s length. He swirled the throbbing tip with his tongue and then took it in his mouth, sucking softly at first and then more fiercely. Iason began to push into his throat, and Riki swallowed him down, his facile tongue still moving around Iason’s length. When the Blondie climaxed, Riki swallowed his hot seed and licked him clean.

Iason lay back in the bed, relaxed. He had no appointments this morning, so staying in bed was a possibility. He was surprised when the mongrel curled up next to him. But it was not an unpleasant sensation, so he slipped his arm over Riki’s shoulder, and permitted him to stay.

Riki tried to relax as well. Iason’s body was warm, his arm was welcoming. Almost like Guy. Soothing, comforting, comfortable. No, not like Guy. Guy was a friend, someone who cared for him. Guy would never force sex. Would never humiliate him or hurt him.

Riki started to shift, and Iason strengthened his grip. “Be still, pet.”

Riki obeyed until Iason relaxed again. Then he rolled away quickly and got up. “I am not your damn pet. I hate you.” He picked up the blanket from the floor, and wrapped it around his waist. “I hate you,” he said again.

Iason watched him quietly. “You didn’t act like you hated me a few minutes ago. Why now?”

“You raped me, you fucking bastard.”

Iason nodded and got up. “Go to the rack, Riki.”

“Why?”

Iason shook his head. “Because I said so. If you disobey me, there will be more punishment.”

Riki stared at him, plainly contemplating disobedience. Hell, how could I have ever thought he was like Guy? Guy would never hurt me. But in the end, Riki walked to the rack and waited to be cuffed again.

Iason watched, admiring the curve of Riki’s ass - and wishing he could use it again. But it could not be until Riki healed. And until he forgot the rape. Iason hooked the cuffs and was about to turn away to finish dressing, when he leaned over, lifted Riki’s chin and kissed him.

~~

Iason ate his breakfast in silence, and when Daryl came to take his plate, inquired about Remy and Flick. Daryl looked up in surprise. “They were still a little nervous this morning, master Iason. I gave them another mild tranquillizer. They’re sleeping again now, sir.”

Iason nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Daryl again. “Are the pets upset when I sell them?”

Daryl turned a deep shade of red. “Yes, sir. They know what will happen to them. They are… disturbed.”

“Thank you, Daryl.” Iason went to his private office.

~~

Raoul was distressed. “Why in the name of Jupiter would you need to alter a pet’s mind? The only time such a thing has ever been done is when a pet receives particularly harsh damage at a show because its master refuses to protect it. You almost never attend shows. And I know you would never allow one of your pets to be badly damaged.” Iason waited for Raoul to finish his rant. “Damn it, Iason. I don’t want to do this. What in the world happened?”

Iason sat back now, feeling his head begin to throb again. Raoul’s objection was not unexpected. “I need to see you privately. Katze’s home is safe. Will you meet me there?”

Safe? Raoul thought. What the hell was going on? “Yes, I’ll meet you at Katze’s. In an hour.”

Iason nodded and cut the connection.

Katze was easier to deal with. No objections, no questions. He would be at Iason’s penthouse in 15 minutes, to pick him up and take him to his own apartment.

“I’m bringing Riki.”

Katze’s pale face registered surprise at this announcement. “Riki? Is he ready to go back to work?”

Iason shook his head. “You have no need to know.”

Katze nodded, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “Whatever you say.”

Iason terminated the connection and buzzed for Daryl. “Drugs for my headache, and get Riki ready to go outside.”

Daryl had anticipated the drugs and handed them to Iason with a glass of water. “How do you want the mongrel… I mean pet, sir. How do you want the pet dressed?”

Iason considered. A thong and a harness would be good. Would show off Riki’s assets. Raoul would be impressed. But he was trying to make amends… At least for the moment. Showing off Riki’s assets would have to wait. “Pants and a sweater.”

~~

Riki was sitting up in the rack. Iason had left him enough room in the chains to permit that. Daryl came with the clothing in hand. Riki looked up. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Master Iason is taking you out this afternoon. You have to be dressed.”

“Out? Where?” Riki was suddenly very interested and stood up. “Clothes? Is he letting me go?”

Daryl was perturbed. Why does the stupid mongrel always think I know master Iason’s business? When he answered, his voice was petulant. “Master Iason doesn’t tell me what he’s doing. I just obey him. Like you should.”

“Just give me the damn clothes.”

“Ask nicely, Riki.”

“Why should I? You’re obeying the bastard’s orders. You have to.” Daryl was furious – but because the mongrel was right. He sighed and went to unhook Riki’s chains and the mongrel snarled, “I have to piss. Give me the clothes.”

Daryl held Riki’s clothes to his chest. “You need master Iason’s permission to use the bathroom first. After last time, I don’t think he’ll give it.”

“Well, why don’t you be a good little furniture and go ask him?”

Daryl huffed and threw the clothes at Riki. “Just do it.”

Riki smiled snidely. “Thank you.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Daryl. Master Iason hadn’t asked for chains, but surely he wanted them. Daryl pulled them out, knowing how angry they would make Riki, then stood back and waited. Riki walked out from the bathroom dressed and looking quite smug. Daryl held up the chains and watched his face drop.

“Why the fuck do I have to wear those?”

It was Daryl’s turn to smile. “Why don’t you be a good little pet and go ask master Iason?”

Riki glared in anger, but, in truth, he was almost as hesitant as Daryl to deliberately provoke the Blondie. He held out his wrists. Daryl put those chains on and then the collar, pulling it extra tight. Riki reacted. “You’re fucking choking me.”

“Maybe, if you ask nicely, master Iason will loosen it.” Daryl attached the leash and jerked Riki’s neck to follow him.

Iason was ready when the doorman rang that Katze had arrived. Daryl quickly brought Riki to meet him and handed him the leash. Iason caught Daryl’s eye and smiled as he took it.

Iason then looked Riki up and down. “You look very nice, pet.” Riki’s eyes quickly flashed in anger, but he said nothing. “Follow me. And remember that I control the pet ring.”

Riki was hesitant at the hallway leading to the front door, but Iason jerked the leash. “I’ve turned off the power here; you won’t be hurt.”

Riki sneered. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“No? Then get your ass over here.” Riki walked quickly to join Iason, and followed him to the private elevator. When they were outside the building, Katze opened the back door of the car so Riki could get in and then the front door for Iason. He looked at the mongrel and turned to Iason with his brows raised in question, but Iason shook his head and said nothing.

They were all waiting inside Katze’s apartment when Raoul knocked. Iason had sat and had told Riki to kneel at his feet. The mongrel, however, was still standing and glaring at Iason. Raoul looked from one to the other. “What in hell is going on here? What is a mongrel doing here?”

Iason was calm as he looked up. “The mongrel is my newest pet.”

Riki turned on him. “I’m not a damn pet.” Iason activated the controller and Riki fell to the floor.

Iason looked to Katze. “You may leave us now.” As Katze turned to go, Iason added, “Turn off your recorders before you go. My business is private.”

Katze smiled and hit controllers on his desk. He was quickly gone.

Raoul sat down and watched the mongrel twist on the floor. He looked back to Iason. “Have you completely lost your mind?”

Iason steepled his fingers and touched his lips. “Perhaps,” he answered softly. “But I want you to wipe away certain memories.”

Raoul glanced at Riki again, still clenched on the floor. “First, we need to get him out of the room.”

Iason lifted Riki by the arm and took him to Katze’s bedroom and helped him onto the bed. He stroked his face. “Rest. I’ll be back for you.” Riki said nothing; the pain was still wracking his body.

Iason returned to Raoul and told him almost everything that had happened, how he had taken Riki from the streets, put on the pet ring and attempted to train him. About the attack in the shower and its aftermath. “I want the memory of the rape and the doctor’s treatments erased from his memory.”

Raoul blanched. “Gods, Iason, I can’t believe you would break Jupiter’s prohibition against touching a pet. And a mongrel at that.”

Iason nodded. “It was a mistake, Raoul. It won’t happen again.”

Raoul stared. Iason was lying. He knew it. Finally, he spoke again. “I still don’t like this, Iason. Not at all. But I’ll do what you ask if you send him back to Ceres. Immediately after we’re done here.”

Iason shook his head. “No, I can’t. Not yet. I just want to keep him a few more months. I’ll send him back, then.”

Raoul leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. “This is insane, Iason. You have your choice of the very best pets available. Why would you take a filthy mongrel? Why would you risk Jupiter’s anger over him? Risk your position in society for him?”

Iason’s face was still ice. No flicker of emotion betrayed him. “It is nothing I cannot control, Raoul. Jupiter will not deny me. I am risking nothing. The boy appeals to me. I simply want to explore him.”

Raoul shook his head. “I hope you are not lying to me, Iason. Or to yourself.” He sighed and sat back. “I’ll do it. Would you like me to make him more amenable to training? Change anything else?”

“No,” Iason answered quickly. “Do not alter him in any other way. I have told you all I want done.”

Raoul nodded, picked up his bag, and entered the bedroom.

~~end chapter 6