Riki's Submission

** Thanks SO much to my reviewers. Don't know that I'll ever play with Iason and Riki here again, but I will finish this story.

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~~begin chapter 8

Try as he might, Iason couldn’t get to sleep. And in time, he got up and went to see Riki. He was not surprised to see the blanket around the mongrel’s shoulders. Daryl had definitely developed a soft spot for him.

Iason went to Riki’s side and knelt beside him. Riki’s head flew up and turned to him. “What the fuck do you want now?”

“To take you to bed.” He reached behind Riki’s body and unhooked the cuffs. Riki pulled his hands in front of him and began to massage them. “Can you get up?” Iason asked softly.

“Of course I can get up.” But when Riki tried, his legs were numb and he fell. Iason caught him and held him to his chest. Riki fought for only a moment and then relaxed, letting Iason hold him. Riki’s voice was soft and low. “What are you doing now? I thought you said you weren’t allowed to touch a pet.”

Iason stroked the boy’s hair. Pet. Riki had acknowledged he was a pet. He laid his head on top of Riki’s. The mongrel’s hair smelled of the sweet pet shampoo… but something else as well. Something uniquely Riki. “Let me help you up.”

Riki sighed, but let Iason do what he would. Iason steered him to his bedroom, faced him and leaned down to take his mouth. Riki lifted his head and met the kiss. He slipped his arms around Iason’s neck and spoke quietly. “I still hate you.”

“I know,” Iason said softly. “Will you shower with me?” Riki nodded and let the blanket slip away. Iason picked up his hands and removed the cuffs. “Do your wrists hurt?”

“No. Will you remove the damn cuffs from my ankles, too? Otherwise they’ll get wet.”

Iason smiled in Riki’s hair. The mongrel still pushes. He knelt before Riki and removed the ankle cuffs. Looking up, he met Riki’s eyes. “Anything else, pet?”

“Yeah. Suck my cock.”

Iason stood. “After we have a bath.” Riki smiled, and Iason felt shivers run down his spine. The mongrel, the lowest of the low… was beautiful, and affected him in ways he had never imagined possible.

Riki turned away from him and went in the bathroom. “Can we have a bath instead?”

Iason dropped his robe in the bedroom and joined Riki. He put his arms around the mongrel’s shoulders, and nibbled his neck. Riki moaned softly and let his head fall back on Iason’s chest, exposing more of his throat. “A shower tonight, pet,” Iason whispered. “A bath another time.”

Riki nodded and went toward the shower. Iason released him and watched him walk. Just the sight of the muscles moving in his butt stirred Iason’s cock. Riki turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He held his hand in the water and turned to face Iason. “It’s perfect.”

“Indeed.” Iason put his arm around Riki’s waist and pulled him under the water. They kissed again as the water cascaded over them. Iason’s hands slipped down Riki’s back to his buttocks, feeling their curve, their firmness, and the entrance to his body.

Riki pulled away at the last. “I have… an infection. And I hurt there.”

Iason nodded and pulled his hands back. “I won’t hurt you.”

Riki relaxed again and began to stroke Iason’s body in turn. “Are all Blondies so beautiful?”

Iason laughed. “Are all mongrels?”

Riki drew away and scowled. “Hardly. We wouldn’t be kept in the fucking slums if we were beautiful.”

Iason pulled him back. “Is Guy beautiful?”

Riki froze and then moved his hands to Iason’s buttocks again. “Yes, Guy is beautiful.”

Iason turned Riki around and began to shampoo his hair. “What was Guy to you?”

“Was?”

Iason continued to massage Riki’s head. “Is. Guy is fine. But what was he to you?”

Riki’s voice was so low Iason could barely hear. “He was my pairing partner.”

“Pairing partner,” Iason repeated. “Your lover?”

“We don’t say things like that.”

“Oh.” Iason rinsed Riki’s hair, then soaped his body and rinsed him. “Will you bathe me?”

Riki frowned. “What do you do with all this hair?”

“The same thing you do with yours.” Riki’s hands were surprisingly gentle as he lathered and rinsed Iason’s hair. His fingers stoked it over and over, as if he was fascinated by it.

“Do all Blondies wear their hair so long?”

“No. Some keep it as short as yours.”

“A waste. Your hair is too lovely to cut.”

Iason smiled. “Thank you.” Riki took the soap and wiped Iason’s body. His cock was fully erect, and Riki stepped back, closing his eyes and putting his hand to his head. Iason touched his shoulder and Riki swung away from him. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Riki answered. But he looked again to Iason’s jutting cock. “You frighten me,” he whispered.

Iason said nothing, but cut off the water and led Riki out of the shower. He dried Riki gently. “I don’t want to hurt you. If you obey me, pet, there will be no more pain.”

Riki looked up. “That’s not going to happen.”

Iason smiled. “I know.” He led Riki to the bedroom, pulled down the covers on the bed and invited Riki to climb in. Riki did as he was asked, but looked at Iason suspiciously. “Are you still going to suck my cock?”

“If that’s what you want, pet.”

Riki pulled his knees up and spread his legs. Iason climbed between them and looked at Riki’s groin. His cock was limp and Iason moved his hands to stroke it. With just a few touches, it was firm and erect, jutting proudly. Iason smiled again. “You’re easy, pet.”

Riki protested weakly. “I’m not your pet.”

“Yes you are.” Iason dropped his head and licked Riki’s cock before the mongrel could protest further. After that, the only sounds Riki made were moans of pleasure. Iason found himself fascinated by the process. Riki’s cock throbbed in his mouth and the first liquids tasted sweetly salty. Iason sucked and rubbed his teeth gently over the full length. Riki put his hands on Iason’s head and thrust. Iason swirled the tip of his erection with his tongue and teased the slit. Riki began to pant and his sounds became louder. He thrust again, deep into Iason’s throat. “Sweet holy fuck,” he cried out as he climaxed. Iason swallowed, surprised the taste was pleasant. He licked Riki thoroughly before pulling away. He sat back. “I take it you are you content with my efforts?”

Riki’s eyes were dark in passion. “Damn, yes.”

Iason grinned. “Good, now you can do me.” He lay back and spread his own legs. Riki shifted between them and stroked Iason’s inner thighs, then nibbled them gently. Iason’s cock was still huge and fully erect. Slowly, Riki worked to encompass it in his mouth, swallowing it down. Iason thrust as well, moaning softly with each forward movement. Riki’s facile tongue played along his length. Iason exploded in his mouth and recalled his earlier imaginings. The actual motions in Riki’s mouth were even better than his fantasies.

I can’t give this up, Iason thought. Once tasting the real thing, his hands would forever more be inferior. I’m trapped, he thought. From now on, I will need this. It was not an unpleasant thought, except that Jupiter would be displeased. He pushed the thought from his mind, enjoying the experience. He would convince Jupiter there was no harm. He was Jupiter’s favorite. Everything would be fine. He pulled Riki up and cradled his body. Even this, the feeling of the warm body so close, could be addictive. Holding Riki tightly, he slipped into sleep. As did the mongrel. Satisfied. Content.

~~

The next morning, Iason was up early and dressed. When he saw Riki open his eyes, he leaned over him. “I have work today, pet. I have to go.” When Riki didn’t move, Iason continued. “That means you have to go back to your room.”

Riki shifted and pushed the covers back. “I hate that damn place. There’s nothing to do.”

Iason stood back. “I could always chain you in the rack instead.”

Riki glared at him and picked up the blanket he’d dropped last night. “Hell, no. That’s even worse.”

“I thought so. Let’s go.”

Iason walked with Riki to his bedroom door, holding his elbow. There was laughter coming through the door to the next room, and Riki stared at it. “What are they doing?” Iason ignored the question, opened Riki’s door and pushed him in. Riki swirled to face him. “I hate you!”

Iason nodded. “I know.” He locked the door and withdrew.

After breakfast, Iason called Daryl to him. “Let the pets loose for a few hours today. They’ll enjoy the balcony.”

Daryl looked at him, surprised. “All of them, sir? Riki, too?”

Iason considered. “Yes, Riki, too. He’ll need clothes. Some of Dory’s things should fit.”

Daryl’s face registered his dismay. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”

Iason touched his arm. “What’s wrong? Do you not want to deal with Riki?”

“Oh, no, sir. That’s not it. Riki will be delighted.” Daryl forced a smile.

“Then why were you upset?”

“No reason, master Iason. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Daryl.” Iason’s voice was cold with irritation – and warning.

Daryl dropped his eyes. “I’m so sorry, master Iason. I was just thinking of Dory.”

“Why? He was sold. The dealer is reputable.”

“Yes, master Iason.” Daryl was studying his feet.

“What is the matter?”

Daryl flinched at the tone. “Dory went to a brothel, master Iason. He was very afraid, sir, when I made him take off his clothes that last day.”

Iason felt a flutter in his chest. What the hell is happening to me? To Daryl, he spoke coldly. “Dory was just a pet. Do not let it concern you.”

“Yes, master Iason. I’m sorry, sir.”

Iason left the penthouse quickly, determined not to think of Dory, or of Donner, who would go to the dealer this week – or any of the pets. They were there for his amusement. Nothing more.

~~

Iason came home later than usual. Daryl met him at the door, took his cloak and handed him a glass of wine. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”

Iason looked at him suspiciously. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no, master Iason. It’s just that you are late, sir. I thought you might be tired. Dinner will only be a few minutes, sir.”

“I’m fine.” But he looked back as he walked into the great room. “Send Riki to me.”

“Yes, sir.” In just a few minutes, Daryl reappeared with Riki behind him. The mongrel was still clothed. In tight black leggings that showed all the curves of his hips and thighs and calves. The waist was below his navel and revealed the upper part of his concave belly. The shirt was also black, sleeveless and low-necked, ending mid-chest. His nipples were visible beneath the fabric.

Iason surveyed his appearance with pleasure, and dismissed Daryl. “Come, pet. Remove my boots and massage my feet.”

Riki stiffened and did not move closer. “I’m not your damn pet and I won’t massage your damn feet.”

Iason sat back in his chair. “I thought we were past this, pet.”

“Why? Because I sucked you off last night?”

Yes, Iason thought. But I should have known better. He sighed. “Get your pretty ass over here and lean across my legs.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’ll do that.”

“I assure you I’m not out of my mind, Riki. And you will obey me.” Iason stood and walked to his wall cabinet and opened a drawer. He held up a thick strap for Riki to see. “It will not be pleasant, pet. But if you don’t obey me promptly, it will be worse than anything you have ever imagined.”

There was fear on Riki’s face. It was obvious he believed Iason’s description. “Alright, I’ll massage your freaking feet.”

Iason sat back in his chair. “It’s too late, pet. First, you must be punished.”

“Why do you even have such things? You said all the rest of your pets always obey you.”

“They do. But some of them enjoy a few strokes to their buttocks.” Iason studied Riki’s face. “It won’t scar you.”

Riki pulled himself straighter. “I don’t give a shit about scars.”

“And I know you don’t mind pain. Come, pet,” Iason said, petting his lap. “Lay across my lap.”

“No, you freak. I’m not going to help you do this.”

Iason hit the controller and Riki fell to his knees. “Have you changed your mind yet?”

“Hell, no.” But Riki’s voice was raspy and he crawled toward Iason.

“Over my knees.”

“I hate you, you son of a bitch.”

“Over my knees, Riki.”

Riki pushed himself up, and laid himself over Iason’s lap. He felt Iason’s hands roam his buttocks and then pull the pants down to expose them. He stroked more and shoved a finger up Riki’s ass. The mongrel groaned. “Stop it. Just get on with the beating.”

With no warning, the strap stuck and Riki bucked. “Be still, pet.” Riki struggled to obey, struggled to make no sound as Iason hit him again. After the third strike, Iason dropped the strap, and traced the welts with his fingers. He spoke softly. “This is really quite beautiful.”

“You fucking freak. It feels like I’m on fire.”

Iason spread his legs, giving himself room to reach under Riki’s body and stroke his cock. He smiled as he realized the pain had aroused the mongrel. “You didn’t hate it as much as you said.”

“I did hate it. And I hate you.”

Iason continued to stroke Riki until the boy ejaculated. Then he stroked Riki’s buttocks more. “Are you ready to massage my feet now?”

“No. I need a bath.”

“Later, pet. After you’ve taken care of my feet. Do you need more of the strap, or are you ready to obey me?”

Riki felt Iason’s erection jutting in his belly. The freak gets off on this… Just like I did. He sighed loudly. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Iason pulled his pants back up and helped him stand.

Riki immediately knelt before him and took off his boots. He never looked at Iason’s face, just pulled the boots off and set them aside. Then he handled Iason’s feet, massaging them gently. Iason was surprised. The mongrel’s hands were amazingly talented. He’s done this before. Probably to Guy. Iason felt the now familiar pang of jealousy. Finally he indicated it was enough, and told Riki to put his boots back on. When Iason stood up, he pulled Riki up as well. “Come, you will eat with me.”

“I need a bath and I don’t want to eat with you.”

“And I didn’t ask you. I told you. Obey me, pet.”

Riki said nothing, but followed Iason to the dining room. He almost cried out again when his painful buttocks touched the chair, but managed to repress it. Daryl quickly set his place and brought the plates of food to the table. Iason watched Riki’s table manners, and he was surprisingly adept this time. “Did you enjoy your freedom today?”

“Freedom? You call being able to walk in the damn apartment ‘freedom’?”

“If you didn’t like it, pet, you can stay in your bedroom – alone – from now on.”

Riki gave up. “Yeah, I enjoyed it. And the other pets aren’t as stupid as I thought they’d be.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full of food, pet.”

Riki glared again. But swallowed his food. “You asked me a question while my mouth was full.”

Iason sat back and sipped his wine. “If you take smaller bites, you can swallow easily before you answer.”

Riki realized what he said was true, but refused to acknowledge it. “Why don’t I get wine?”

“Pets aren’t allowed wine.”

Riki ate a few more bites. “Why are you selling Donner?”

“I’ve had him two years. I never keep pets longer than that.”

Two years. Will he let me go in two years? “Is that another one of Jupiter’s stupid rules?”

“Jupiter’s rules aren’t stupid. They are meant to protect us.”

“Us? You mean they’re meant to protect you.”

“Of course.”

Riki put down his fork and met Iason’s eyes. “Protect you from what, Iason? You dispose of people like they’re animals without feelings.”

“Pets have no feelings.”

“You’re a fool. I assure you we have feelings. Donner is in love with that other boy you sold. Dory. He’s scared to death he’ll end up in a different brothel.”

Iason brought a slim, elegant finger to his lips. Had Jupiter lied? All this time? Surely, Riki was wrong. “Finish your dinner, pet. And go back to your room.”

Riki ate quickly. “Can I have a cigarette first?”

“No, pet. There will be no smoking in my home.”

Riki sighed again. “Then I’m done.” He stood, and when Iason said nothing, he walked back to his room.

Daryl appeared to take his plate away. “Daryl,” Iason said softly. “Send Donner to me. And, after you’ve cleaned up, go downstairs and buy a pack of cigarettes.”

Daryl managed to keep the shock from his face. “Yes, master Iason.”

~~

Shortly after Iason was sitting in his favorite chair, Daryl appeared, bringing Donner. The boy walked to him without hesitation and knelt at his feet. Iason studied him carefully. His long hair was caught back in a tail that hung down his back. Different shades of auburn. He was slender, delicate and pale, like all the factory grown pets. He knelt with his head down and his hands resting on his thighs. “Look at me,” Iason said softly.

Donner obeyed, the tears evident in his dark green eyes. Iason reached out and touched his face, drawing his fingers along the boy’s jawline, and then tracing the shape of his lips. Donner’s tongue reached out tentatively and touched the fingers gently. Iason withdrew his hand like he was burned, and Donner dropped his head again. “Why did you do that?” Iason asked.

Donner’s voice was trembling. “I’m sorry, master. Just… you never touched me before. I’m sorry.”

Iason’s mind swirled with strange thoughts. It’s true, he thought. I’ve never touched a pet before. Until Riki. “Donner, do you miss Dory?”

The trembling had moved to Donner’s body. He was crying. Iason was amazed. The boy’s voice was very low. “I’m sorry, master. Yes, I miss him.”

“And you would like to go to the same brothel where he is?”

Donner looked up, the hope apparent in his eyes, beneath the tears. “If it is possible, yes, master. Please.”

“Go back to your room now, Donner.”

The pale boy prostrated himself, rose gracefully and turned to obey.

~~

Daryl brought the cigarettes a little later. “I wasn’t sure what to get, master Iason. There are so many different kinds. I never knew.”

Iason smiled. He knew nothing of cigarettes either. Katze smoked. These were obviously not the same as Katze’s. But he had no idea if it made any difference. “Thank you, Daryl,” he said as he took them.

Daryl blushed. “The shop owner said you would need this, too, sir.” He handed Iason a lighter. “I didn’t know what to do, sir, so I bought it.”

“It’s fine, Daryl. Thank you. Send Riki to me, and then you may have the rest of the evening off.”

“Yes, master Iason. Thank you, sir.”

Iason was still fingering the cigarettes and lighter when Riki appeared. Alone, this time. He had put on clean clothes. Leggings in a deep blue and a lighter blue shirt. The colors were splendid against his dark skin. His hair was still damp. “You like to be clean, pet,” Iason commented.

Riki jerked his chin up. “What, you thought all mongrels like the filth we have to live in?”

Iason smiled. “So, there are some things you enjoy about being with me?”

Riki relaxed just a little. “Some. That doesn’t mean I want to stay here.”

Iason nodded and handed Riki the cigarettes and lighter. “You may go on the balcony and smoke.”

Riki’s eyes were huge. He got them for me. “They’re not my brand,” he complained as he took them.

Iason almost laughed. “If you don’t like them, you can throw them away.”

“No.” Riki clutched them to his chest. “No, they’re not that bad.” He turned to the balcony.

Iason got up and called Katze. They spoke for only a few moments, but Katze assured him he could find Dory. He promised to have him found by morning.

Iason went on the balcony to join Riki. “How many have you smoked?”

“Two. Why?”

“That’s enough for tonight.” Iason held out his hand and, reluctantly. Riki gave him the pack of cigarettes and the lighter.

“Does that mean I get to have more later?”

“Perhaps.” Iason smiled and looked out over the brilliant lights. “If you’re a good pet.” He put his arm around Riki’s shoulder, and, this time, the mongrel did not try to pull away.

~~end chapter 8