Riki's Submission

** Many thanks to my reviewers! It means SO much to know that someone is reading and enjoying what I write.

Yesterday was my birthday - so thanks for the 'birthday presents' from AnonnaDonna, Ayachan (a WK fan, I'm sure!), Suzie, Rawben and Kaji11.

I'm with Suzie about unfinished stories. Absolutely hate that. Promise never to do it!

Kaji11 - Iason is a strange beast. I mean, I KNOW he care about Riki, but he sure doesn't ever want to show it.

Has anyone ever seen a full English translation of the novel that inspired the anime? Anonnadonna steered me to a summary of the first part, which told me things I didn't know, but I'd sure like to read the novel itself. (And in this lifetime, I'm not ever likely to be that skilled in Japanese.) **

~~begin chapter 9

Riki was still in Iason’s bed the next morning and he slept while Iason dressed. When Iason was ready to leave, he went to Riki and pushed some unruly strands of hair from his face. The mongrel moved under his touch, but still didn’t wake.

Iason left the bedroom and went to have breakfast. Daryl hovered nervously and Iason finally asked what was wrong. “It’s Donner, sir. I told him the dealer was coming for him in the morning. And he won’t stop crying, sir.”

“Give him a sedative. Get him to sleep.” Iason refused to look at Daryl again. When he finished eating he went to the parking area of the building and climbed in the car with Katze.

Katze put out his cigarette and looked at Iason. “What’s going on? Why are you so concerned for a pet?”

Iason was quiet for some moments as they drove. But finally he turned to Katze. “When you were my furniture, you cared for my pets.”

Katze nodded. “Yes.”

“Did you… did you ever think they had feelings?”

“Riki isn’t like most pets, Iason,” Katze answered quickly. “He was free. You can’t expect him to act like the others.”

“I’m not talking about Riki. I’m talking about the pets you knew. Did they have feelings?”

Katze shrugged. “Of course.”

“Were they afraid when they were sold?”

Katze glanced at Iason as he drove. He answered carefully. “They know what their lives will be. Most of them accept it well enough.”

Iason looked at Katze again. Trying to say what he thinks I want to hear. Iason pushed. “Were they more afraid of being sold to brothels or of being mind-wiped?”

“Iason, you don’t want the answers to these questions.”

“Katze, answer me.”

Katze sighed. “It depended on the pet. But most preferred the brothels to losing their memories and minds.”

Iason was silent after that, as Katze drove, but his mind was active. He wondered why the pets would want to keep their memories intact. Or was it just the way they were bred? Accustomed to carnal pleasures, they would prefer a brothel to hard physical labor…

Katze drove him to the front door of a magnificent, if rather overdone, establishment. “This is the place. It’s called The Palace. Dory is here. The owner said he would have the boy waiting for you.”

Iason left the car without a word and entered the doors. “Sir Mink,” he heard from the desk. “Welcome sir. We are honored to have you here, sir. Just let me know whatever you would like, sir.”

Iason stared at the man coldly. “I already sent word of what I would like. A pet I sold, who came to you a few weeks ago. I’ve changed my mind and I want him back.”

The owner looked distraught. “Sir Mink, I’m so sorry, sir. We don’t keep track of our whores by where they came from. I’ve gathered all the boys we acquired over the last month in a room.” He pointed to an elaborate door. “You may select any of them you want, sir. Absolutely any. I would be happy to give you any of them you want.”

Iason frowned. “I only need to see the ones bought within the last two weeks.”

The man appeared even more nervous. “Yes, sir. I will see that the older boys are dismissed.”

Iason nodded and sat down, crossing his legs and looking comfortably regal. His hair was curling lightly across his chest. “Let me know when the group is cut properly.”

The man swallowed loudly and twisted his hands. Iason's appearance made him nervous, and the words made it worse. “I will see to it now, sir Mink.” The man hurried away. It was only a few minutes before he returned. “They are ready for you now, sir.”
Iason stood and walked to the door the man had indicated earlier. When he opened it, he counted twelve boys. Some were obviously not Dory, and he called the owner, so he could point them out for dismissal.

The remaining boys looked at Iason. Some seemed to flirt, as if they thought Iason was a paying customer. Iason frowned, disgusted. He turned to the owner of the establishment. “Are they all former pets?”

“Yes, sir." The man sounded proud. “We are quite fortunate that pets are given up while they are still so young and unspoiled. They usually serve with us many years before being sent to the factories.”

There was one boy not looking at Iason. He had glanced when Iason first entered the room and then back down. Iason walked to him. There were bruises on his arms and burn marks on his chest. “Dory.” Iason whispered.

The boy did not look up, and Iason tilted his chin. “Dory, what’s wrong?”

The boy trembled. “My name is not Dory, sir. I am…” He hesitated. “Palace-Whore SM327.” He met Iason’s eyes, and his expression was almost childish, a strange mixture of fear and hope. “Do you know me, sir?”

Iason stroked the boy’s face. “Yes, I know you and your name is Dory.”

The boy looked more confused. “I don’t understand, sir.”

Iason turned to the owner. “This is the pet I wanted. What has been done to him?”

The man smiled nervously. “Just what is done to all new pets when they get here, sir Mink. Their memories of their time as pets are erased. We give them new parameters.”

Iason’s voice was cold. “Clothe him decently and bring him back to me.” All the others were dismissed, and Dory was led away by some older man.

“May I get you some wine while you wait, sir Mink? Anything at all, sir?”

“No.” Iason left the room and returned to the entrance hall. He sat again on the sofa to wait for Dory, and the man who owned The Palace went back to his desk, though he looked at Iason repeatedly. Dory was returned quickly, clothed in a pale green robe that covered him from neck to foot. His hands were chained in front of his body. “Remove them,” Iason commanded coldly.

“Of course, sir Mink. I just thought you would want him chained, sir.” The assistant removed the chains quickly and Iason turned without another word, took Dory’s elbow, and led him outside.

Katze stared in amazement when Iason appeared with Dory in hand. He knew Iason wanted to find the boy, but to actually take him away from the place?? He had thought Iason wanted to find him, so he could place Donner in the same brothel, so they could be together… What the hell is Iason doing? But he wouldn’t ask, just opened the back door for Dory, then the front one for Iason. When they were seated, Katze glanced at Iason. “Where to now?”

“Your apartment.” Katze’s brows rose in question, but he dared not question Iason.

~~

When they were in Katze’s apartment, Iason sat and stared at Dory.

Katze stood before him. “What am I supposed to do with him?”

Iason shook his head. “I haven’t thought that far ahead. Sit down, Katze.” When Katze was sitting, Iason spoke again. “What can be done with old pets?”

“Jupiter’s rules are clear, Iason. You know them as well as I. Discarded pets can be sent to brothels, to factories as slave labor, or sold offworld.”

Iason nodded and looked to Dory again. “Sit, boy.”

Dory sat at Iason’s feet and Katze noticed scars on his wrists. He leaned forward. “What was your name, boy?” Dory looked first to Iason for permission to speak, saw him nod, then turned to face Katze and repeated the designation from The Palace. Katze hissed and met Iason’s eyes. “He was specialized, catering to sadists.”

Iason nodded. “I know.” He rubbed his head, feeling a headache begin. “But I don’t understand the choice. Dory was the gentlest pet I’ve ever had. I never had to discipline him. Not even a verbal rebuke.” Iason remembered Dory’s first night with Donner. Dory had lost ‘the game’ and almost passed out at the thought of being sold. I should have stopped the stupid game then. Iason thought. Dory never deserved such treatment. Gods… none of the pets deserve it.

“Probably for that reason,” Katze was saying. “His submission would excite men who want to hurt him.”

Yes, Iason thought. It is very exciting… “He doesn’t remember me. Was his mind destroyed?”

“I’m sure they don’t have mind-wipers as sophisticated as those in Tanagura.” He hesitated before continuing. “But it will be some time before any of his memories break through. If they ever do.”

“Katze, did you know the pets sold to brothels were mind-wiped?”

“It’s usually done. Most sellers demand it.”

Iason sat back. It was disconcerting to realize he could be ignorant of such things. Donner thought he would recognize Dory if they were in the same brothel… In truth, he would be subject to the worst of both possibilities. Mind-wiped and used as a whore. What’s wrong with me? They’re just used up pets! In the scheme of his life, it made no difference. He wondered why his stomach turned…

He glanced back to Dory. The boy was sitting quietly, but his face still showed his confusion. What the hell am I going to do with him? Iason shifted his gaze back to Katze. “Would having Donner here be helpful?”

Katze looked up in puzzlement. “How would Donner help?”

“He and Dory were in love.”

Katze stood and poured wine, bringing a glass to Iason. “Iason, this is just how it is for pets. How it’s always been. Why has it started to bother you?”

“Riki,” he whispered.

Katze simply nodded. He suspected that if Iason kept the mongrel for any period of time, this would not be the only change that Iason would undergo.

~~

In time, Donner was brought to Katze’s apartment as well. Katze tried to tell the boys that nothing awful would happen, but neither of them seemed convinced. After feeding them, he sent them to his bedroom, and called Iason.

Daryl answered, but called Iason. Katze saw Riki standing near him. Naked as near as he could tell, but apparently willing to be there. Perhaps against Iason’s will. Katze reigned in his thoughts. “Dory and Donner are together. Dory doesn’t know who he is, but seems to recognize some connection.”

“Keep them together. Give them several days alone. Then start some training in the warehouse. If they can be useful, we’ll keep them.”

Katze was well aware these were orders and not requests. He assented quickly. “I will see to it.” The connection was cut.

~~

Iason turned to Riki and spoke sternly. “I told you to stay in the other room.”

Riki met his eyes and didn’t back down. “I wanted to hear what Katze said.”

Iason walked from his office and smacked Riki’s ass as he passed. He heard the squeal and smiled to himself. After taking his seat, he motioned Riki to kneel before him and spread his legs. Riki glared. “First, you tell me what you’re doing.”

“Riki,” Iason warned and felt for the controller.

Still Riki resisted. “I’ll do what you want if you tell me.”

Iason’s brows rose. “You’ll do as I say whether I tell you or not.”

Riki sighed and sank to the floor. “Alright, you bastard. Now, tell me.”

Iason’s voice was a soft whisper. “Spread your legs.”

Riki obeyed, but his eyes were defiant. “Satisfied?”

Iason smiled. “Yes, pet. I’m satisfied.” He sipped his wine. “Katze will try to train Dory and Donner to work in the warehouse. If they work out, they’ll have jobs and a home.”

“With Katze?”

“Hardly. Katze doesn’t want them.” Iason smiled. “What would a furniture do with a pet?”

Riki flinched. “Then where will they go?”

“Don’t you trust me, Riki?”

“Why would I trust you, you butthead? You kidnapped me and brought me here. And you won’t let me go. You’re an asshole.”

Iason kept the amusement from his face. “I don’t lie, Riki. Dory and Donner will be cared for.”

“And what of your other pets? What about Remy and Flick? And what about the ones before Dory and Donner?

“I can hardly change the world, Riki,” Iason said evenly. “Even if I wanted to.”

Riki looked down at his fisted hands. He forced them to relax. “Would you like to change the world, Iason?” he asked softly.

Of course not. I am the most powerful man on this planet. Why would I want it to change? He studied Riki again, the tense dark body that so enticed him. But, if I’m so happy, why am I concerned for the pets. Why would I want this mongrel? He stood abruptly. “Go to Daryl. Have him examine you.”

Startled at the sudden subject change, Riki looked up. “Examine what?” His voice was angry.

“Your ass. See if the doctor needs to be called again.”

~~

Riki got up as soon as Iason left the room, but not to find Daryl. He wanted to smoke and he went back to his own room for clothes. Iason took the damn cigarettes. How do I get them back? Quietly, he made his way to Iason’s bedroom and opened the door. The shower was running. Quickly, he looked in the drawers of Iason’s chest. Ah… The cigarettes. There they were. He picked them up and left as fast as he’d come.

When he got back to the great room, he opened the door to the balcony and stepped outside, shutting the door behind himself. He lit a cigarette immediately, and slipped into the corner to smoke. After the second one, he tried to go back inside. It was then he discovered the door was locked. Oh, shit.

Riki could see Daryl moving around inside, cleaning, as he did every night. But Riki’s light rapping on the door did not catch his attention. And, in time, Iason came back, a book in his hands. He sat in his chair and started to read.

Riki sank back into the corner of the balcony and squatted. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. There’s no way the bastard won’t find out. Riki cringed as he remembered the strap. He’d be lucky if that was all he got this time. Looking in again to be sure Iason was still reading, Riki threw the pack of cigarettes and the lighter over the balcony ledge. Eventually, Iason would find him, but he’d just say he’d locked himself out. Maybe the punishment for that wouldn’t be so bad. He sank back to wait.
When Daryl opened the door, Riki was dozing but spun around quickly. “Quiet,” Daryl whispered. “Be quiet. Come back in.”

Riki looked at him questioningly, but did as Daryl said. “What’s going on? Does Iason know I was out there?”

Daryl pulled him to the pet’s quarters and then into his room. Only then did he speak again. “I don’t know, Riki, but I don’t think so. He’s talking with Katze again. Now, take your clothes off right away and let me examine you.” Riki stripped and lay across his bed. Daryl sat beside him and pushed his fingers between Riki’s cheeks. Riki groaned and Daryl asked quickly, “Does it hurt?”

Riki hissed. “What do you think? Want me to put my hand up your ass?”

“No, I don’t.” Daryl realized he hadn’t brought anything to grease Riki’s passage. “I’m sorry, Riki, but this is your fault. Sneaking away instead of coming to me when you were supposed to.”

Riki snarled and wanted to object, but it was hardly Daryl’s fault. He lay still. “I’m sorry, Daryl. The bastard drives me crazy. I had to get away for just a while.”

Daryl sighed. “Master Iason is a good man.”

Riki huffed. “A good man? Are you out of your mind, too? He owns us. He does anything he wants with us.”

Daryl finished his exam. “You seem to be healed now. The tears are gone.”

Riki looked up. “Tears? What are you talking about? I had an infection.”

Daryl blushed. “Yes. Of course. I’m sorry. Your infection is better.” The young furniture left quickly, shutting the door behind him.

Riki continued to lie on the bed. Tears. The doctor. Sutures. Iason holding him down. He shook his head. That was just a stupid dream. He had an infection. Just an infection. But his head began to ache.

~~

Iason opened the door next, and Riki groaned again. “What the hell do you want now?”

Iason stared at Riki’s round naked bottom, then pulled his eyes away. “I thought you would want to know what Katze had to say, pet.”

“Don’t you people ever sleep?”

Iason started to pull the door shut and Riki sat up quickly. “Alright. Tell me what Katze said.” Iason leaned against the door frame, his hair falling gracefully over his shoulders. Oh, gods, Riki thought. He’s gorgeous. His cock began to twitch, and Iason noticed immediately. “Stop looking at me,” Riki growled.

Iason smiled. “I don’t think that’s what you really want, pet. I suspect you want more than my eyes on you.”

Riki glared. “No.”

Iason canted his head. “Yes.” He turned away. “Come to my bedroom.”

Riki stood, disgusted with himself, and followed. When they were in Iason’s bedroom, Iason shut the door, and told Riki to kneel. Riki watched him walk away. “You’re a bastard.”

“We’ve been through this before. I’m not. Kneel. And spread your legs.”

“I hate you.”

Iason ignored the comment this time, and sat on his bed to watch. “Stroke yourself, pet.”

“Hell, no. I’m not putting on a damn show for you.”

“Do you want me to activate your ring again?”

“You goddamn bastard,” Riki croaked. But he touched himself. “What did Katze say?”

Iason was distracted now himself and his eyes were glued to Riki’s hands. He pulled them away with great effort. “Dory remembers Donner now. And he recalled his name.”

Riki’s hands stopped. “Does that mean Dory will be alright?”

Iason’s voice sounded hoarse. “Don’t stop stroking yourself.”

“Answer me, dammit. Will Dory be alright?” But his hands began to move again.

“Dory will be fine. And Donner.” Riki began to moan loudly and his head fell back. Iason’s voice rang out sharply. “Stop, pet.”

“Goddamn you!” Riki was panting, but his hands stopped.

“Come to bed, pet.”

Riki’s eyes were dark with need, and he stood awkwardly to obey. Iason reached out and embraced him, pulling him down on the bed. Their mouths met and the kiss was deep and passionate. Riki resisted for only a moment, then melted into him and Iason held him tighter.

Riki tensed slightly as Iason’s hands crept between his buttocks, but they were gentle and slow, and Riki gradually relaxed again. When one of Iason’s fingers breached his opening, Riki drew away. “Use something, dammit. I’m not a friggin’ machine.”

Iason kissed him again and continued to work his finger inside. Riki moaned and said nothing else, letting Iason have his way. But in turn, he moved Iason’s robe aside and began doing the same things to him. This time Iason objected. “It is not allowed for you to touch me like that.”

“Stop complaining you asshole. You’re doing it to me.”

But Iason pushed Riki down forcefully and stood up. His eyes were as needy as Riki’s own, and he pushed the call button for Daryl. When the furniture appeared, he spoke quietly. “Get me whatever you gave Remy and Flick.”

Daryl blinked, not comprehending at first what Iason meant. And when he realized, his eyes grew huge. But he turned away quickly. “Yes, master Iason.”

Iason was still standing when Daryl returned, and he held out his hand for the jar. “That’s all, Daryl. Leave us now.” When Daryl was gone, Iason threw the jar to Riki. “I hope you realize how lenient I’m being with you, pet.”

“Lenient? You’re doing whatever the hell you want. Just like you always do.”

“Yes, I am.” But I’ve never cared before if a pet was hurt. I’m taking care with you, Riki. Iason climbed on the bed again, this time stripping off his robe.

Riki’s eyes flew to his groin, seeing the massive cock. He felt fear. And looked in Iason’s eyes. What? he thought. As much as I hate the bastard, he’s never hurt me in bed. Why am I so afraid of him?

But Iason was touching him again, and all coherent thought fled before the onslaught of sensation. Iason had taken the small jar and opened it. “Use this on me. Show me what needs to be done.” Riki’s fingers worked with adept patience, every touch causing Iason to moan in pleasure. When Riki found his prostate and stroked it, Iason’s eyes grew huge and he bucked. “What is that?” he whispered.

“A spot of delight,” Riki answered and touched it again.

Iason took the jar from Riki and lathered his own fingers, reaching deep into the now eager body. Riki moaned loudly and Iason chuckled in his ear. “Can you never be quiet?”

“Fuck, no. Not like this.”

Iason smiled to himself as he continued to work at Riki’s entrance. He could feel the muscles relax and occasionally clamp on his fingers. “Are you ready for me?”

Fear flashed on Riki’s face for just an instant, but was quickly gone. He nodded and drew his knees apart and upward. Iason positioned himself and entered slowly. The sensations were overwhelming. Hot velvet holding him tightly. He made sounds of his own and Riki grinned. “Be quiet.”

Iason smiled and started to move. He was gentle at first, but reached the point where he could no longer be slow. He pushed hard and Riki met each thrust, grinding his cock between their bodies. The mongrel was loud – but it was pleasure and not pain. He jerked when Iason hit a certain spot. “Sweet fuck.” Iason aimed for the spot over and over. And felt Riki grip him tighter. When the mongrel came, his seed spilled over their bellies, as he cried out loudly. It was too much for Iason and he followed quickly, filling the mongrel’s body. Riki’s muscles vibrated around him in waves, milking him of every drop.

Iason fell forward on Riki, his breathing coming in rapid, short gasps. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”

Riki smiled to himself. The Blondie bastard had never had sex before. He felt empowered. And then realized he couldn’t breath. “Get off of me, you asshole. You’re suffocating me.”

Iason rolled away. “You do know how to destroy a mood, pet.”

Riki pulled further away. “I’m not your fucking pet.”

Iason smiled at him and stroked his face. “That is precisely what you are, Riki. My fucking pet.”

Riki tried to frown, but could not help but be amused. “Yeah. For now.”

They lay quietly for some minutes and then Iason took his hand and led him to the shower. They didn’t speak as they washed, but Iason would reach out and touch Riki’s body from time to time, as if fascinated.

When he turned off the water and they began to dry themselves, Iason spoke again. “You took the cigarettes from my room, Riki. That is not allowed.”

Riki spun to face him. “How the fuck did you know? You were in the shower.”

“I know everything that goes on in my home. Do not think again that you can deceive me.”

Riki pouted. “I only smoked two. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You deliberately disobeyed me, pet. You’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?! After what we just did, you want to punish me?”

“Pets must always be disciplined when they disobey, Riki.”

Riki twisted away and tried to run. But Iason caught him easily. “To the rack, pet.”

“Hell, no.” Riki fought frantically to get away, but it was useless. Iason was quicker, stronger and more agile. In just seconds, Riki was secured in the chains. “You damn bastard. Never touch me again.”

Iason knelt before him and stroked his cock. It sprang to life instantly. Iason removed his hands and met Riki’s eyes. “I will do what I want to you, whenever I want to, pet. And you didn’t mean what you said. Your body betrays your lie.”

Riki groaned and sat back on his heels. “You fucking bastard.”

Iason smiled and stood. “I’ve told you Blondies are not bastards.” He slipped into bed and the lights dimmed.

Riki twisted in the chains, glaring at Iason. “Wake up, you butthead. You can’t leave me like this.”

Iason lifted his head. “I can and I will. But if you disturb me further, I’ll gag you as well.”

Riki’s eyes were still full of anger, but he slumped in the chains. He didn’t doubt the threat. And as he calmed down, he actually felt pleased. He had deliberately disobeyed the Blondie prick and this punishment was not so bad. He could lean against the rack and sleep. But as he did, strange images filled his dreams. Images of Iason out of control. Grabbing him, slamming into him, hurting him terribly. He screamed, waking himself up – and Iason.

The Blondie bolted upright. “What’s wrong? Riki, are you hurt?”

“You raped me, you bastard,” Riki said slowly. “You raped me.”

The lights had activated and Iason stared. There were tears running down Riki’s face.

~~end chapter 9