Riki's Submission

~~begin chapter 7

The sun coming through the window lit the room brightly, and Raoul looked down at the body on the bed. Smaller than he’d realized. Smaller than he might have expected. The black hair was thick and unruly… but not unattractive. The brown eyes were large and bright. With tears, he realized. The facial features were symmetrical and chiseled. The lips full and sensuous.

“What have you done to my friend?” Raoul asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

Riki stared. For just a moment, he thought Iason had returned. But this Blondie was different. Not quite as tall as Iason, his hair a deeper color, like honey. But he was sleek and graceful like Iason, his hair as long, and his face as… Riki shook his head to clear his thoughts. “What have I done?” he protested. “Are all of you Blondies out of your freaking minds? All I did was try to thank him for saving my life. Then the fucker kidnapped me. All I want is to be free from him.” Riki pushed himself up.

Raoul smiled. The mongrel had hit all the right buttons. Engaged a Blondie’s natural predatory instincts. “You can’t win, you know, mongrel.”

“Who the fuck are you?” In spite of the words, a certain fear showed now on the young face.

“You don’t need to know who I am. And, even if I told you, you wouldn’t remember by the time we’re done.” Riki tried to get up and Raoul moved quickly to catch his arm and throw him down on the bed again. “If you move again, I’ll break your arm.”

Still, Riki fought. “Get your filthy hands off me, you freak.” Raoul held him down easily and pulled a needle from his bag. He quickly jabbed it into Riki’s neck and the mongrel began to slump. “What have you done to me?” he whispered.

Raoul sat beside him then and tied him down to the bed. When Riki was still, he attached various devices to his head. And began his manipulations.

~~

When Raoul left to deal with Riki, Iason thought about what he had told his friend. Nothing I can’t control… He laughed softly as he realized he was already well out of control. Riki haunted his dreams at night and his thoughts during the day. His determination to have the mongrel bend to his will was becoming an obsession. The attraction he felt was becoming overwhelming.

Iason was pacing again when Raoul emerged from his session. He walked to face him. “How is Riki?”

Raoul hesitated. In the short time he had spent with the boy, he had begun to understand Iason’s fascination. In their everyday lives, no one, absolutely no one, would question their orders, would never argue or defy their wishes. Riki was the only he had ever met who stood up to a Blondie. Who did not worship at their feet. “He’ll have a few bruises, Iason, but otherwise he should be fine. He’ll be confused for a time, but it will pass.”

Iason nodded. “Were you successful?”

Raoul’s brows rose. “Of course, I was successful. Have you ever known me not to be?”

Iason ignored the question, and asked another of his own. “Will he remember anything you’ve done?”

“No. He thinks you’ve brought him here to see Katze. And he passed out after you had to discipline him. He won’t remember me at all. The shower was just a shower – as it should have been, Iason, even if you were playing with a pet – which, by the way, you should not.”

Iason frowned. “Thank you for your opinion, Raoul. I will, of course, keep it in mind.”

Raoul shook his head, knowing full well Iason was dismissing his apprehensions. “So you will continue your games with him?”

“That is not your concern.”

“It is my concern. You have involved me in defying Jupiter’s rules.”

Iason’s voice became softer. “I’m sorry for that. I will not again. You are a good friend, Raoul. I will not forget it.” He paced again. “What does Riki think happened with the doctor?”

“He thinks he has an infection and you brought in a doctor to treat him.”

Iason nodded. An infection was a feasible explanation. “Thank you, Raoul. I appreciate your help.”

Raoul sat down in a chair. “Iason, I’ve never seen you like this. I’ve never known you to be nervous about anything. Please sit down and tell me what is going on.”

Iason frowned again, but finally sat. “I was with Katze in Ceres on a syndicate matter. I saw Riki being beaten by a group of middle class thugs, and I ordered Katze to stop the car. I stopped the beating when one of the attackers pulled out a laser knife.” Iason paused as he thought of that day, and tried once again to make sense of what he had done. “The boy intrigues me, Raoul. I took him home and put a pet ring on him.”

Raoul was appalled. “Iason, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. For a Blondie to involve himself in the affairs of the lower classes. And a mongrel – not even a citizen.”

Iason met Raoul’s stare and did not reply. His face was unreadable.

Raoul tried again – a different tactic. “He’s already too old to be a pet. For Jupiter’s sake, he’s eighteen. You’ve never bought a pet older than sixteen.”

Iason smiled. “And you dispose of yours before they turn sixteen. Tastes differ.”

Raoul sighed. “You’re a fool, Iason. Obviously, you are not willing to listen to reason about him. Just… please… be careful.” To this much, Iason would agree and Raoul took his leave.

~~

Katze had been watching from outside his apartment. He entered almost as soon as Raoul was gone. Iason was sitting at his computer and Katze looked over his shoulder. “Finding anything interesting?”

“Nothing I didn’t already know,” Iason said coolly as he turned off the screen and stood. “Riki should be waking shortly. Find out who you should deal with now that he’s gone.”

“Gone? You’re serious about keeping him as a pet?”

“I expected questions from Raoul.” Iason stroked the scar on Katze’s face. “I thought surely you knew better.”

Katze colored. Of course, I know better. I belong to Iason now as much as I ever did. He bowed his head. “I’ll get Riki.”

~~

Riki said nothing as he was led from the bedroom. He walked to Iason who was sitting on the sofa, and knelt before him. Iason covered his surprise and looked at Katze. “Is your business concluded?”

Katze nodded. “Yes. I’ll get the car.”

When Katze was gone, Iason stroked Riki’s hair. “How are you feeling?”

Riki looked up. There was confusion on his face. “What did you do to me?”

“Nothing, pet. How do you feel?”

Riki dropped his eyes. “There’s something wrong in my head.”

Iason looked down on him. Something wrong… Riki had willingly knelt. He held the boy’s elbow and lifted him up. “Katze’s waiting for us, pet.”

Riki looked up. “I’m not your pet.”

Iason was surprised – and concerned – at the mildness of the retort. He wondered if Raoul had done something else besides alter the two memories. But, no. Raoul would not do that. Riki walked with him quietly and got in the car. He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. He was still docile as Iason took him into the penthouse.

Daryl met them at the door and Iason spoke with him privately after sending Riki to his bedroom. When their conversation was complete, Iason looked in his bedroom door. Riki had curled on the floor near the rack, wrapped in the blanket. Iason was incredibly tempted to pick up that beautiful body and put it in his bed. But he sat motionless on it until Daryl appeared. The young furniture bowed. “His bedroom is prepared, sir.”

“You may leave us. I will take Riki to his room when I leave.” Daryl bowed and left. Iason watched his pet longer, thinking of Raoul’s words. He determined he would treat the mongrel like any other pet. “Riki, are you asleep?”

“Hell, no, I’m not asleep.”

Iason laughed to himself, immediately feeling better, as the mongrel turned and glared at him. “Daryl has prepared your room. I have business to attend. Get up now, and I’ll show you where it is.”

Riki stood awkwardly and felt at his head. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“Nothing, pet. You seem to have hurt your head when you fell at Katze’s.”

When Iason tried to take his arm to steer him, Riki flinched away from his touch. “I don’t need your help.”

“Very well. Follow me.”

When they arrived at his new room, Riki looked around. It was hardly so grand as the rest of Iason’s penthouse. But considerably finer than anything he and Guy had shared in Ceres. Guy. Memories flooded his mind. Bison and Guy. He turned to Iason. “You must tell Guy about the infection. He will need to get himself checked.” Foolish, he realized immediately. There was nowhere for a mongrel to be checked, or to get help. Unless Iason would help him. “Iason, please. See that Guy is alright.”

Iason arched a brow. Jealousy. He felt jealous… How very strange. “And why would I do that?”

Riki thought quickly. Iason wouldn’t care what happened to a mongrel – no one did. But he cared about his black market business. “He’ll be Katze’s new contact. He has knowledge you need.”

Iason considered, then agreed. He could play along if it would soften the mongrel. The ploy seemed to work. Riki thanked him as he left.

Riki sat on the bed, thinking about the morning. He was still confused. But he thought maybe it was the fall. And Iason had taken him outside. Maybe he wouldn’t be confined in the damn penthouse. Maybe he would even see Guy again. In time, he curled in the comfortable bed and slept.

~~

In the afternoon, Iason took care of the business that required his attention. And sent Raoul one of his paintings that Raoul had admired. When he called to ask Raoul to have dinner with him, his friend seemed amenable again. They would go to one of the pet salons the following evening, where Raoul wanted to show off his latest acquisitions. Iason promised to bring Flick.

When he got back to the penthouse, he took dinner alone in the dining room. To his surprise, he found he missed Riki’s presence. Disgusted with himself, he got up before finishing and Daryl hurried in. “Is something wrong, master Iason? I thought the meal was one of your favorites, sir. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Daryl. The dinner is fine. I’m just not hungry.”

He left the young furniture feeling somewhat better, but still concerned. When Daryl had cleaned up the dinner, he went to see Iason. His master was seated in his favorite chair, looking through a book. Iason looked up when Daryl approached. “Can I do anything for you, sir?”

Iason shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m just going to read a while and then go to bed. You may have the rest of the evening off.”

Daryl nodded and started to leave. But Iason’s voice stopped him. “How is Riki?”

“He was unhappy, sir, to find himself locked in his bedroom. But he hasn’t caused any trouble. He was good when I put the medicine in him.” Daryl bowed his head. “Master Iason, may I let him meet Remy and Flick? So he’s not so lonely.”

“Not yet, Daryl. For the time being, I want him to be lonely.”

Daryl bowed respectfully and left. He wondered what Iason was doing, but he dared not ask. At least, he thought, Riki is not being sent back to the White Room. Though he was sure the mongrel would not see it that way.

~~

Before Iason went to bed, he used the cameras in all the pet rooms to look at his pets. Remy and Flick were together, playing some sort of board game. The hostility he’d forced on them earlier seemed to have dissipated. They were touching each other as often as they did the game pieces. Iason smiled as he watched. And wondered what it must be like to have a relationship with someone you had sex with.

Donner, his oldest pet, the one he intended to sell, was alone on his bed, reading a book. Donner had been with him for two years, and had cried when his partner, Dory was sold. He had never been as cheerful afterwards, always seeming guarded. Iason wondered if Donner had loved Dory. Before, he had not thought it possible. Knowing now that pets had feelings was disconcerting. How will Donner feel if he goes to a brothel? Iason found it was not something he wanted to think about…

Lastly, he looked in on the mongrel. Riki was naked again, except for the collar. Daryl had taken away his clothing as Iason had commanded. He was pacing back and forth, obviously anxious, obviously agitated. Iason liked how he moved. Catlike. Smooth and sleek. Power beneath the lithe frame. Iason turned off the screen and leaned back against the desk. Breaking Riki, taming him, would be a challenge. One he looked forward to. Having that wildness under his control, having the wild kitten purr at the touch of his hand. Touch? I’ve never wanted to touch a pet before. And this one was as likely to bite and claw as to purr. Iason felt the familiar tingling in his groin.

When he was in his bedroom, Iason undressed quickly and slipped between his sheets. As he stroked himself and climaxed, he imagined it was Riki’s hands that brought him the release…

~~

Daryl had prepared Flick to accompany Iason to the salon. The youngster was dressed in a black bodysuit, with a high neck, and the back portion cut away to reveal his firm buttocks. Iason looked him over quickly and gave his approval. Raoul’s new pet was some sort of exotic, but Iason felt sure Flick would match him in beauty. And the boy was eager, his eyes bright with anticipation. He sparkled as he came to Iason.

In the ride through the city, Flick pressed his head to the glass in the back window, and admired the sights of the night landscape. Brilliant colors of light flowing in all directions. Iason could not help but be amused at his curiosity, and began to tell him what he was seeing. Flick looked at him in wonder. “Thank you, master Iason. The pictures they showed us in the academy didn’t begin to approach the reality. Tanagura is just… beautiful, sir.” When Iason smiled at him, the young pet glowed with a radiance of his own.

When Iason returned to the penthouse later, Flick was distraught. Raoul’s new pet had bested him in one of the competitions, and he felt he had failed his master. But Iason had smiled and said he would have him and Remy perform together later. Flick had finally cheered up then, and went happily to wake Remy, to tell him what he had seen and done.

Two nights later, Iason called Daryl to prepare the boys – and to fetch Riki. Daryl bowed low. “Master Iason, Riki will not want to come. He is angry about being confined to his room.”

“Then he should be happy to leave it. Bring him naked, with interlocking cuffs on his ankles and wrists.” Iason turned away and ignored the look of dismay on Daryl’s face.

Remy and Flick arrived first in the great room. When Iason did not give them orders, they glanced continually at the balcony and bright lights that could be seen through the walls of glass. Iason turned to them, admiring their soft contours, and finally noticing their interest in the scenery. His first instinct was to tell them to kneel, but he stopped himself, instead saying softly, “It’s cool outside, but you may go on the balcony, if you wish. I’ll call you when Riki gets here.”

Both boys flashed big smiles at Iason, and Flick bowed and whispered. “Thank you, master Iason.”

Iason watched them scamper outside, giggling almost like children. They have desires, he realized. They can be happy and sad. They’re not just pretty robots. He turned from watching them, not sure how this knowledge affected him.

He spotted Daryl leading Riki from the pet rooms. Daryl was pulling on his leash, and, although Riki was not fighting, it was obvious he didn’t like being brought out. “Come, pet,” Iason called. “Kneel by my chair.”

Riki looked up and shook his hair from his face. “I’m not your damn pet. And I won’t kneel for you.”

Iason was prepared, and activated the warning on the pet ring. Riki’s hands flew to his cock, and when the full force did not hit him, he dared yet another comment. “You freaking Blondie, do you always have to resort to that?”

Iason smiled and pushed his own hair back. “Only with you, pet. No other would dare fight me.”

Riki’s eyes fell, and he followed where Daryl led him, and knelt when Daryl pushed on his shoulder. Iason went to the balcony and called the other boys inside. They looked at Riki, but obeyed immediately when Iason told them to spread their cloth and sit on the floor in front of his chair. When Iason sat, Daryl refilled his wine glass, and started to step away.

Iason stopped him. “Daryl, hook Riki’s wrists to his ankles.” Riki glared at Iason, though he said nothing and did not fight Daryl. Iason almost laughed at the large eyes of the other pets, who were obviously amazed at Riki’s behavior. “Flick, Remy,” he addressed them, “this is Riki. He is here to learn from you.”

“Yes, master,” they answered in unison, and Iason smiled. Their eagerness to please was in marked contrast to Riki’s recalcitrance.

“Make love to each other,” Iason said softly. “However you wish.”

The boys lay down on the cloth beside each other, and began to kiss and caress each other. The sounds they made, the reactions of their bodies were proof of their enjoyment. They would look at Iason occasionally and smile dreamily before continuing. When they began to grind their groins, their erect cocks rubbing together, Riki made his first sound, a groan from deep in his throat.

Iason glanced at him, seeing the mongrel’s cock jutting proudly from between his thighs. He tore his eyes away to watch the boys finish their session. Remy mounted Flick, who was kneeling on his elbows and knees. There must have been pain, because Flick cried out as he was entered, but Remy quickly moved his hands to Flick’s erection and stroked it. Soon both boys were moaning in pleasure. Flick climaxed first, with Remy following quickly. When they separated, Remy held Flick tenderly, and Iason saw the blood on Flick’s thighs.

He spoke softly. “You were wonderful, pets. You may return to your rooms now.”

Both boys looked up and smiled at Iason. Flick spoke. “Thank you, master. It is our privilege to please you.” The boys rose gracefully, Remy taking their floor cloth, and they walked together toward their rooms.

Iason watched them go, then got up and walked toward his own room. Riki spoke now. “What about me, you bastard? Unchain me, damn you.”

Iason kept walking. “In the morning, pet.” Riki heard his door close, and cursed him again.

Daryl returned to Riki after checking on the other pets. The mongrel almost growled. “Unchain me. I can’t stay like this all night.”

Daryl knelt beside him. “I can’t, Riki. Master Iason ordered that I leave you. I’m sorry.”

“Then jerk me off.”

Daryl looked up, shocked. “I can’t. It would never be allowed.”

Riki hissed. “He doesn’t need to know. I just need a little friction.”

“Riki, I can’t.” There were tears in Daryl’s eyes. “Please don’t ask me.”

Riki sighed loudly. Daryl would never disobey the bastard. But he couldn’t be angry with Daryl. He tried to shift and manage to rub himself, but it wasn’t possible with his wrists hooked behind his back to the opposite ankles. He shut his eyes and tried to think of things other than the ache in his cock. That didn’t seem possible either. Finally he resolved to just wait out the night.

He was surprised and looked up, startled, when a blanket was draped around his shoulders. Daryl whispered, “I really am sorry, Riki. I hope the blanket will help a little.” When Daryl left him this time, Riki’s mind kept going to Iason, how he looked when he tossed his hair over his shoulder, how his hips moved sensuously as he walked away. He started to imagine Iason’s hands wandering his body, and his own hands wandering Iason’s. In just a few moments, he looked down in amazement, realizing he was climaxing – at just the thought of being with the Blondie. Oh, gods… no, no, no… This can’t be. The man is awful. He hurts me.

Hurt? But when? And how?? Something had happened. Riki was suddenly sure of it. Something he could not remember…

~~

In his bedroom, Iason undressed quickly and lay in his bed. He stroked himself, remembering Remy and Flick. But his thoughts kept going to Riki. How the mongrel had twisted his head to throw his hair back. He thought of Riki’s mouth on his cock, the velvet warmth that encircled him. He gasped and almost cried out loud as his seed spilled over his hands. In his mind, his seed was being swallowed eagerly by the dark haired mongrel. Oh, gods, what has happened to me? This can’t be…

~~end chapter 7