You can't make me love you

Reaching down and picking up the offending cloth, Riki hastened to dress, scowling the whole time. Wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts that barely covered his intimate areas and a tank that was cut off just above his navel, he felt more exposed than he would have in nothing at all. Glaring at the Blondie, he stood, waiting for further instruction, while he plotted inside hoping to find the answer to his problem.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it pet?” Iason said with a pleased smile.

He reached out, placing his hand on Riki’s face, his thumb caressing the high cheek bone. Wrapping his free arm around the mongrel’s waist, he pulled him flush against his body. He was sorely tempted to kiss those full lips, tilting his head to do so when Riki knocked his hand away, fighting the hold Iason had on him.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Riki spat.

Feeling the arm around him tighten its grip to the point of being painful, Riki scolded himself mentally. He was going to have to control his reactions for now. This was going to be difficult. All desire to seduce the Blondie was gone, leaving behind his initial anger and a touch of fear. He was going to have to rethink his plans. It was one thing to have a little fun with the asshole and then leave but the situation was out of control now. So lost in his thoughts, Riki hadn’t noticed the intense, searching look from Iason. He was startled when he felt a hand at the back of his neck, fingers twining through the slightly curling hair at the base of his skull. A thumb pressed the side of his jaw, tilting his face upwards and he looked just in time to see the Blondies piercing eyes before his lips were captured in a bruising kiss.

Iason forced his tongue in between his pet’s lips, only to be met with clenched teeth. Drawing Riki’s bottom lip into his mouth, he bit down hard, angered that the mongrel would deny him entrance. Tasting blood, he ran his tongue along the abused flesh, satisfied with his choice in punishment. Determined to make his pet submit to his desire, Iason gripped Riki’s hair, stopping him from moving away while he pressed his thumb down on his pet’s chin. Prying his jaw open, Iason thrust his tongue into his pet’s mouth.

Riki was fighting an internal battle. Playing along was fine and well until reality set in. How do you allow unwanted attentions? He had never had someone force themselves on him, had never been one to submit, preferring partners who gave as good as they got. Equality was something he saute in a relationship, whether it was long term or a one night fling. He was regretting now, ever entertaining thoughts of desire for the Blondie. His sexuality was something that he had often used to his advantage in the past. It had been a useful trick with his lovers, when they were angry with him or simply to make them more willing to give in to his wants. His original plan to lull the Blondie into a false sense of security, enjoying a night of mutual pleasure and then leaving while Iason slept, none the wiser, well it sure as hell wasn’t going to work now.

Trying to calm his racing heart, Riki allowed the kiss. Deciding on a new plan of action for the moment, he did not respond to the Blondies attentions, simply went limp, relaxing his jaw while the larger man plundered his mouth. He was quite relieved when he realized that his body had not betrayed him, feeling no arousal now, he waited, hoping that he would not be forced, in some way, to participate.

Iason felt a surge of satisfaction when he felt his pet’s body relax. It was quite thrilling to him, knowing that he was doing something that was practically forbidden. Having never kissed anyone in such a manner before, he didn’t notice that Riki was not responding. The taste of his pet was divine, like the finest ambrosia. His lust for his pet was reaching a discerning level and he was having difficulty controlling it. Knowing he had to stop before he took things too far, he nipped once more at Riki’s full bottom lip then pulled away. Gazing at his pet’s face, he was taken aback to find no emotion there. The only sign that the mongrel had been kissed was his full, bruised lips. Although this troubled him, he decided to think on it later. For now, he had plans for his pet, his need for release too extreme to deny.

“Come with me pet.” Iason said as he released Riki.

Turning to leave the room, he didn’t look back to see if the mongrel was following him. Taking long strides, he made his way into the main part of the penthouse, pouring a glass of wine and sitting once again in his chair by the fireplace.

Riki felt sick inside. He hated himself for allowing the Blondie to touch him. Resisting the urge to wipe his mouth in disgust, he followed Iason back into the living room. He couldn’t help but wonder what the man had in store for him and a feeling of dread hit him with a force that made his knees weak. At this point he was desperately hoping that the stories he had heard about Blondies being celibate were true.

Upon reaching the living room, Riki stood looking around, finally taking in his surroundings. The room had little in the way of furnishings, only a couch with two wing back chairs at each end, making up the sitting area. There was nothing adorning the walls, nor were there any personal effects anywhere in the room that he could see. Facing Iason, he saw that there was a small side table next to the Blondie that held a book and small lamp. The mantle over the fireplace held nothing but there was a picture hanging over it that made him gasp when he saw it. It was a portrait of the Blondie, sitting in the same chair, looking every inch the powerful being that he was. In the portrait, Iason was dressed all in black, his hair appearing almost white against the dark clothing. The piercing eyes were the most striking thing about the Blondie though. His eyes were narrowed, looking menacing, like a beautiful, evil fiend. Tearing his gaze away from the portrait, Riki chanced a look at Iason, contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t giving the chance to think long.

“Come to me pet.” Iason said in a clam voice, not willing to show his impatience.

As Riki made his way over to the Blondie, his body began to tense, worried about what was to come. Standing in front of Iason, he waited, his hands wrapping around his exposed middle. He felt his skin crawl as the Blondie’s eyes traveled along the lined of his body. He wanted to run away and hide for the first time in his life. Raging with himself for his cowardly thoughts, his hands curled into fists as his body started to shake with suppressed anger. When he heard what Iason said next, he lost what little control he had left.

“Copulate, pet. I want to watch you pleasure yourself while you kneel at my feet.”

“Fuck you! There’s no way I’m gonna jerk off in front of you, you sick bastard.” Riki growled, his face turning an alarming shade of red. In the next second he was doubled over, his pet ring sending excruciating pain throughout his nether regions. Clenching his teeth, breathing harshly through his nose, Riki straightened his body, standing defiantly in front of the Blondie, praying to what ever god was listening, to give him strength to endure this torture.


A/N: I know, I know. I'm a very mean person to make everyone wait this long and then to end the chapter like that. Please don't hate me. To be honest, I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter and I expect that I will have even more with the next one. I have so many ideas about where I want this to go but getting there is quite troublesome. I was wondering if anyone would like to beta this story for me. As this is my first experiance in writing, I'd love to have someone to bounce ideas off of and to check things over so that I'm staying on track and not making a mess of things. My email is jmc8799@yahoo.com.
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