Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Abduction ❯ Abduction ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Ai No Kusabi - Abduction
by Kiix
May 24, 2006

Iason x Riki


Based on the great work of Ai No Kusabi. I don't own anything! I'm must borrowing the characters.



It had been a hard and brutal rape, but it was unavoidable. Iason stared down at the
huddled body, watching the shuddering sobs shake those welt covered shoulders.
Reason didn't work. Discipline didn't work for long. Pain and brutality were the only
things left. Was that the only thing that worked with mongrels? Iason turned and
headed for the washroom returning with a hand held medical scanner. No lasting injury,
little bleeding or potential scarring, but the pain meter was at the red threshold.
"This is your choosing, Pet. You have been here in my house for six weeks now
and no improvement has been made on manners. Obedience is expected without
delay." Slowly, with a a grace that seemed to be encoded in Blondie genes, Iason knelt
at the pet's head. Pale sinuous fingers reached out and cupped the back of the warm
flushed neck, it didn't take much pressure to lift the black haired pet back up off the
floor, setting him on his knees. "You know how I want you displayed when I am in the
room. This is my final correction."
Iason watched pleasantly aroused as the pet opened his thighs, exposing the
shriveled member, that until a few moments ago was another glorious sight to see.
White teeth bit at his lower lip, drawing blood as his heels rested on his punished
backside. His darkly tanned hands rested on trembling thighs. Iason let his bare hand
caress the hot flushed skin on the pet's jaw line, a thumb rubbed along the bruised lip,
pressing into his mouth. He steeled himself for another bite on his hand. The pet did
nothing, no resistance...but no attempt at appeasement either. That was still better
than before.
"You will obey me, Pet. That is what pet's do."
"....let me go..." Iason squeezed tightly on the back of the pet's neck. The face
turned pale with pain and his head fell back.
"That is not how a pet addresses his owner."
"...master.."
"Yes, my pet?"
Those dark java brown eyes opened filled with tears of agony but that was from
the pain of the rape. There was nothing obedient in the hatred blazing there. "Get your
hands off of me you sick fuckin..."
Iason flicked the pet ring to life, holding onto the pet's face as the discipline of
pain turned the mongrel's profanity into a cry of agony. The pet stiffened in his hand
then thrashed involuntarily as Iason kept his thumb down on the small switch of the
control ring. Finally, the pet spasmed and spittal hit Iason on the check, but by then the
pet's eyes had rolled up, showing the whites as he fainted.. Iason carefully laid the pet
down on the floor then reached up to wipe the hot streams from his face. A fluffy white
towel appeared before him. The Furniture, Darryl glanced down at the unconscious pet
but said nothing.
"Lock him in the box today. Water only. I'll be back tonight around at nineteen
hundred hours, have him at the post for my return."
"Is medical attention required, Master Iason?"
Iason handed Darryl back the towel and rose to his magnificent Blondie height.
"Let him think on his disruptive behavior. No clean up until the post tonight."
Darryl bowed and began cleaning up the area around the pet. Unlike the
Blondie, he didn't have the strength to drag the pet across the foyer or down the hall to
the pet room. He would have to wait until the black haired youth was able to walk on
his own...or crawl.
The sound of the shower turning on made him flinch. Darryl had never been
beaten like this, even in the early days of training.. What was Master Iason doing with
this black haired mongrel from the slums...a mongrel that really didn't want to be here?
The pet groaned and the chains rattled around his wrists and legs as feeling....horrid
burning, feeling returned.
"Riki, get up..." Darryl hissed at him, attaching a short leather lead to the locked
collar around his neck. "Get up..."
"...fuck off Darryl...'
"Get up before Master Iason comes out of the shower." Riki the pet, formerly
Riki the Dark, gang leader of Ceres slums flinched at the sound of the Blondie's name.
Tiredly he took two attempts to get to his knees then gasped. Everything from his waist
down was on fire. Darryl caught him as he swayed.
"Come on...you're in the box today." Darryl tensed waiting for the usual out burst
but was quietly amazed as Riki hung onto him and staggered out of the Master's
bedroom. Darryl wrinkled his nose, Riki stank of punishment.
Riki crawled into a black box, not big enough to sit up in, or wide enough to lay
down, but it was perfect for laying curled in abject misery. "At least the fucker can't
touch me in here."
Darryl shut the door and dropped the pin into the slot, effectively locking the dark
haired youth into blackness. Darryl signed, "Stupid, stupid mongrel pet. He's touching
you even now."


Iason stroked himself leisurely while the cold spray of the shower rained on his
head. Turning his face into the gentle patter, his opened his mouth and let it fill with
water. He closed it, let it warm in his mouth then let it trickle down his body like a lovers
caress. His member pulsed with excitement. It was sensitive to the touch...sensitive
from taking his pet. Riki. His pet, Riki. So much rage in that little beautifully portioned
frame. He let his mind's eye fill with that defiant face as his hand began working
himself to completion...for the second time this morning.

If his private car hadn't been stolen and ripped apart for parts, he would never
had found this perfect little specimen. The restauranteur had been beside himself
when the valet reported no such car in the lot. Iason was only annoyed, having to call
for another service to get home. It was Katze, blackmarket king of the Midas
underworld that had given him the identity of the thief....thieves. The Bison gang--in
particular, Riki the Dark. An up and comer from Katze's description -- smart and bold.
Katze never said anything about beautiful. But then again, Katze wouldn't.
Blondie Elites never showed much emotion in public. They of course were the
"Elite" – the leaders of Tanagura. They were the role models that all the rest of the
society were to aspire too. With the privilege, came the responsibility as well. The Boss
of the Syndicate could not have his private car stolen from Midas by mongrels. The
incident was just a minor inconvenience until Jupiter made the summons and
demanded quick and immediate justice. The slight to her favorite Blondie son was a
slight to her. The police rounded up the gang quickly. Iason didn't have to come down
to the Midas station to see any of the interrogation, that was well below what his station
dictated but Jupiter would have wanted a report.
The other Bison were cowed. A brown mongrel paced the cell, casting dark
glances through the two way glass. He was interesting but not as exotic as the leader.
He stood and screamed obcenities into the microphone, flashing rude gestures into the
glass. He didn't pace the room, he roared in his cage."
"Lord Mink? What do you want to do with these mongrels?" The prosecutor
looked up at the impassive pale face, the riveting blue eyes locked on the leader. It
was rumored in Tanagura that is wasn't wise to catch the gaze of the Syndicate....or
Lord Mink."
"Six months for all at a work camp, except him. Three months in solitary.
Freeze their assets, credits, properties"
"These are young mongrels, Lord Mink. They're lucky to have clothes."
"Then I want their clothes, Mr. Prosecutor. I would like to be notified when, Riki
is released."
Of course, Lord Mink."


Iason opened his mouth wide again as his hips began jerking to the building of
the silent rhythm of his release. Images of the black haired youth pressed in his head
as he pumped himself.

Riki was released. Katze had orders to follow him and follow him he did, right
back to the lot where he had stolen Iason's car. Not even out three hours and he was
trying his hand a thievery again. The restaurant now had been on the news. Midas
patrols made up a most board young men looking for reputations wandered the streets
to under the guise of protecting their city from the slum mongrels below.
Watching the dark beauty pace in the jail cell was one thing, it was another
seeing him fighting off five attackers. Honestly, Iason didn't know what he had intended
when he stopped the car. The mongrel was winning. But then there was a blade.
Those citizens were going to kill the mongrel for just being in their section of town. His
town. He was Tanagura. All he did, he did for Jupiter and this town.
"So much for your elite bodyguard that you need four to one." Flat on his back,
but not defeated.
"Try saying "help me". You don't have the right to complain even if you're killed."
"Does one rat frighten you so much?" Pure spite.
"Shut up! Grovel and Beg! Your lot are the lowest of the low. Die!"
Disarming the Midas gang leader was nothing. They were mere boys pretending to be
men. One stern glance had sent them scurrying away like the rats they claimed Riki
was. His body was lean and well defined from what he could ascertain through the torn
shirt he wore. The mongrel jumped to his feet, fists ready to fly and dark fire in his
eyes. Glorious.
"Who the hell are you? Why did you have to do that?"
Iason had to school his features to impassivity. The dark haired youth only came
to his shoulder. It didn't seem possible that this much attitude could be contained in so
compact a vessel. A Blondie's strength could have snapped his trim frame in half.
Iason could not remember the last time someone had yelled at him. No one dared. "A
mongrel. Go back to Ceres" He pivoted on his heel and started back toward the car.
It didn't take more than ten paces before the thief raced past, blocking his path.
"Wait a sec. Why did you save me?"
"No particular reason." Again fire rose easily in Riki's eyes at this calm
statement. Interesting.
Riki made a production of shrugging his shoulders, planting his hands in his
pants that were too tight, intentionally framing his....attributes. The words came with
reluctance but they were offered with a smoldering glance. "It's against my principles to
owe anyone, not even an elite from Tanagura. Follow me, I don't have a car, so you'll
have to walk."
Iason had pets who were better trained. They had grace, artful expressions and
offered interesting, stimulating positions as they performed, but this was different.
Passion could wipe out years of training and breeding. Iason let his eyes flick around
the area. It seemed clear. Regardless of the city, it was not safe for the head of
Tanagura to be wandering the streets with a mongrel. No matter how intriguing. Iason
watched the youth walk halfway up the block and turn into a doorway. It didn't take
more than a few steps for the Blondie to follow. Rooms for Rent - $20 credits an hour.
Riki was purchasing a key. Iason let his head fall forward, hiding a brief smile behind
his shimmering platinum blonde curtain of hair. Intriguing.
Once in the dingy room, Riki tossed off his coat, "Let's get this over with. I'm
only here to pay back my debt."
Iason sat gingerly on the shabby couch, "You plan to pay me back with your
body...how every mongrel like."
That set those fiery eyes blazing agin. "So what, I'm a mongrel. I didn't want to be born
in the slums. I don't have anything else to give you."
"Unfortunately for you I am not so desperate that I need to lay my hands on a
mongrel."
That voice again, almost to a shout. "Don't mock me. You gonnea do it or not?"
Iason rose to his full height, "If you insist so much, I'll have you pay me. Take off
your clothes and stand against the wall. Let's see this body you boast about."
Iason looked down at the brown eyed youth, his hyper sensitive nostrils picking
up the scent of sweat, fear and.....desire. Iason knew what he looked like. Juptier had
designed perfection. It worked well in the business of running the Syndicate, off
worlders never really believed there was a mind behind the beautiful mask, until it was
too late and the deal was struck. Usually in Tanagura's favour.
Riki the Dark was beautiful...in a mongrel way. The skin tone was uneven, arms
were darker than the rest of him. He was lean and carried defined musculature,
specially in the arms. Iason gathered the youth's hands in one of his own gloved hands
and pressed them above his head. When the youth tried to pull them free, Iason just
leaned into the wall, pinning the dark body between his thigh and pulling the arms a
little higher.
"Why are you only looking?"
"Don't worry. I'll enjoy myself"
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"
Iason whispered, "No idiot in Tanagura would take off their clothes to discipline a
pet. What's wrong? Finished already?" His pure white glove skimmed the youth's
side, touching the smooth skin, cupping a flank then capturing... Iason had to lean
further than he expected to press his lips to the side of Riki's neck, His tongue darted
out tasting the sweet essence that was Riki the Dark.
"Give me a break, I'm not a toy. Who are you? Iason felt him growing in his
hand again, just from a few simple touches.
"Iason Mink, Just a Blondie" Iason watched Riki carefully gauging every
expression on the youth's face. There was nothing there but embarrassment and
renewing desire. He had no idea who he was. The name meant nothing. Very
intriguing.

Iason bit back a groan as his hand pumped his shaft. Then just remembering
the look on Riki's face in that rented room sent him over the edge. That look of bliss
that came because a Blondie stranger gave him pleasure. There was a sweet
innocence there, of a sort. Iason had elicited an honest response. No deception. Not
because he was ordered to or genetically designed to. Beautiful Riki. Defiant Riki.
Vulgar Riki. Honest Riki. Iason cleaned himself up and stepped out of the shower.
That was one thing about he learned every quickly about Riki, he was brutally honest.
Iason dressed quickly in the clothes Darryl had laid out. There were meetings
scheduled all day and he was already late for the first one. Crossing the foyer, he
entered the pet room. He flipped open the top lid small top lid that was designed for
food or drink delivery. Only the sound of ragged breathing greeted him. "Pet." Still no
response. Iason pressed the fingers on either side of the control ring against the cool
metal activating the pet ring.
"Fuck!"
"Pet..."
"...what?...master."
"This morning could have been avoided. Other mornings like this can and will be
avoided, you WILL learn from your mistakes. You are my pet now. There are rules that
you must follow. As my pet you are to be shown at functions of state and you cannot
do that without obedience...in all things. How do you feel?"
"Like I've been raped....master."
"Then contemplate on it today. I expect you to attend to me tonight."
Riki lay on the cool floor of the box, his eyes widened in fear as he listened to the
Blondie. Too much...way to fucking much. The little opening on top flipped shut and he
could actually feel the vibrations through the floor as the Blondie walked away. The
agony that was his portal was killing him. Even breathing hurt. Riki felt tears sliding
down one cheek, the other trailing down his nose. Fuck...fuck fuck fuck fuck!
You've survived worse rapes than this. Just make the pain go away.
Concentrate...wind in your hair, bike between your knees, riding with the guys...just
concentrate. That last one in Ceres before hooking up with Bison...that was far worse
than this. Slum kids with fair skin, light hair or strange coloured eyes were the usual
target. Riki was dun, black hair and plain old mongrel brown eyes, usually too scrawny
to be noticed then bam at fifteen everything changed. Some paid, most didn't but it
always happened when you were alone. And damn if he didn't know that he was alone
now. Guy....where are you?
Six weeks...it felt like forever. Wind in your hair...wind in your hair. A sense of
horror built in his chest as his body expelled the rape evidence. Five weeks...watching
that cold pale face as that damn pet ring forced his body to do things. Then, this
madness started. Blondies were larger than normal in every aspect. A hitch caught in
Riki's throat as more tears slid down his face. He didn't even attempt to control them
any more. This...Blondie rapist was never going to stop. And he had tried to stop
him...he was just too big, too strong...
Darryl dropped the tray he was carrying at the unearthly howl. The black box
was rattling from the force of Riki's thrashing. Another cry echoed inside the room then
everything went silent and still. Which was worse. Darryl flipped the small lip, open.
"Riki? Riki?"
"...let me go..." A young voice whispered.
"I can't."
"Let me out."
"Not until tonight."
"Can I eat something? I didn't get to eat last night." Riki closed his eyed tightly.
The Blondie had just held him face first down on the table and fucked him in that silent
way. Then just picked him up like a child's toy and carried him off to the bed for
another night of hell.
"No...Riki. Stop fighting, Sir Iason. He is a great Elite. It's a pet's goal to get his
attention."
"Riki let a brittle laugh escape, "Oh yeah, I got his attention. I need to shower..."
"Master Iason said...."
"...it's...messy...in here." Those words were low, barely above a whisper.
"No...Riki..."
"What the hell are you good for then...get the fuck away from me..."
"Riki..."
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Darryl staggered back as the mongrel
began pounding on the box walls again. The gut wrenching cry that came out of the
small opening was worse now it was echoing around the pet room. His hands were
actually trembling as he flipped the lid closed.
The rattling continued for over an hour. At least, there were no more soul
wrenching howls.
Every time Darryl came back into the pet room, those noises from the box began
again. Riki was chained and naked. He shouldn't be able to harm himself in
there...could he? Darryl called up Sir Iason's schedule off of the main console. There
was no way to contact him. Maybe...
"What?" A red hair mongrel was punching in numbers off to the side of his
phone as he keyed the answer button. The ever present trademark slim cigarette
hanging from his mouth.
"Katze."
"Darryl? What are you doing calling me?"
"I...Master Iason has a new pet..."
"Iason always has new pets."
"Katze...it's a mongrel...from Ceres."
That got the red head's attention. "They don't accept mongrels to the Academy."
"He's not from the academy...I don't think he's even a pet. He doesn't act like
any that I've seen with Sir Iason before. I don't know what to do. He's in the box, but
he keeps thrashing and pounding. Can he hurt himself in there? He scares me."
A red brow arched at that comment. Competent Darryl, the most important
Furniture in Eos was at a loss. "Call Iason.."
"He's not available....Katze, I think Riki...
"What? Riki? The mongrel's name is Riki?"
"Yes."
"This is not a secure channel. I'll be there soon. Watch out for me."
Katze sat back in his chair and took a long draw on his cigarette. That was why
Riki the Dark dropped off the face of Ceres. The kid had shown smarts and initiative
and had proven he could be relied on to get the deal done. When he had finally been
released from jail, Katze had a few jobs lined up that the kid could run with but
then...nothing. No reports from the police, none from the hospital, nothing from the
morgues. "Oh, Iason, what the hell were you thinking?" Katze let a little spark of
admiration warm his chest. The great Syndicate boss had staged a coup in Ceres and
Katze had known nothing about it. He frowned at that. He would have to improve the
networking down there. He should have at least heard something, it was slightly
annoying to get information from Furniture.

"Details." Katze shrugged off his coat and laid it across a massive couch.
Blondies needed big things for their physique..so...why a little mongrel? Katze's brow
furrowed again.
"I just need some help, Katze." Darryl closed his eyes and looked pensively back
toward the pet room.
"I don't work for free." The red head headed over the bar and pulled out an
expensive whiskey import. He examined the label then poured a glass, "At least, not
any more."
The smaller man sighed, "He just brought in him from the elevator one day, took
him to the Pet room and told me to stay away from it."
Katze's red brows furried together. "Iason carried him?"
"Riki wasn't conscious."
The great Blondie, Iason Mink dared to sully his hands with the body of a ill bred
black haired mongrel from the lowest cesspools of Ceres. What was the world of
Tanagura coming to? Katze took a drink, savouring the flavour and the accompanying
burn. He could afford to purchase this for his own bar..but it was darkly wicked to get it
from Iason's.
"When did he make him his pet?"
"That night. Riki wasn't happy with it."
Katze had to laugh. Riki the Dark was an arrogant punk, but he was talented.
Few mongrels had vision beyond what to eat that day. You just had to get past that
smart ass attitude, hell of a lot of attitude.
"I'm not supposed to clean him up until tonight, but....Master Iason was
rather...forceful this morning."
Katze's temporary amusement faded. "Did you call a medic?"
Darryl shook his head, "Sir Iason scanned him. He said nothing was...torn."
Katze's eyes narrowed. Blondies. "Is this what is he up to every night? There
has been rumours that Lord Mink is missing at special events, things he has never
missed before."
"Mornings too, whenever his schedule allows it."
Katze hid his surprise with a blink. That did not sound like the Iason Mink that
was the favourite of Jupiter. All work and no play had made Iason Mink, head of the
Tanagura Syndicate by the age of twenty-one. This slacking off was out of character.
Katze tossed back the rest of his drink and swallowed the gasp that burnt his throat all
the way to his stomach. "Okay, let's get to this."
It was like letting a werecat out of a sack. Katze expected it but Darryl was
completely taken by surprise. Riki sprinted out of that cage, his feet pressed hard on
the box, using almost to a spring board effect. Riki didn't see anything beyond the
smaller pale face of the furniture Iason had left in charge.
Katze caught the trailing chains from the pet collar and yanked back on them,
effectively pulling Riki up short and hard. The mongrels feet slipped out from under him
and he slammed onto the cool tiles of the pet room. Before Riki had a chance to catch
his breath, Katze stood on the collar chain right at the d-ring effectively pinning him to
the floor.
"Darryl are you all right?" Katze kept his eyes down on the mongrel. You never
looked away from your opponent. That lesson was learned the hard way. Unlike Riki,
Katze committed to memory everything that had taken him off guard so it would never
happen again.
"Yes." Darryl held his chest and pulled himself back up to his feet."He never
touched me, I just tripped over my own feet."
"Katze? Katze! Get me out of here!"
The red head blinked as the order assulted his nose. Riki was rank. "Get the
showers running. I can't stand much more of this."
"Help me..."
It must have killed the mongrel to beg. There were bruises everywhere on his
small frame. Iason wouldn't have done that...at least the the Iason that Katze had
known. That Iason wouldn't have blown off special events either. What was going on?
"No one can help you now Riki. You're a pet. You've been registered in the
system. There is no place you can go where they couldn't trace you. The police would
just drag you back here and then there would be hell to pay. Since you're still alive and
relatively intact, I would say you have only annoyed Iason up to now. You wouldn't
want to make him mad."
"You know this Blondie fuck?"
Katze let a slow smile cross his face, "You don't know who he is, do you?"
"He said his name was Iason Mink."
Darryl returned wiping his hands on his tunic, "The shower is ready Katze."
"Now, you have two options. The first is to get up and walk into the shower and
clean up. Option two, I kick you in the ribs a few times, I drag you in, chain you there
and have Darryl wash this filth off you."
"I'll walk."
"Good boy."
"Fuck off."
Darryl sighed, "I'll go and clean out the box" Katze grimaced, that wasn't
something he wanted to do.
Katze watched as Riki began showering, scrubbing with cleaner almost frantic.
He knew what it was like. Everyone in Ceres had it happen sooner or later. It was
unavoidable - almost a right of passage. That's why Katze worked so damn hard to get
out of there. Sacrifices had been made...and watching the mongrel try to get
clean...those sacrifices had been worthwhile. Finally, Riki just stood in the stream of
the shower head and let it wash over him. Katze knew he could call him out, take him
back into the pet room, but he was loath to do it. These little moments of normalcy
would be the only thing to brighten the day for the kid.
"I take it's been this entertaining since he arrived."
Darryl finally came back in a different set of clothes, "Actually, this is one of his
more charming days."
"I can't believe that Iason left you alone with him."
"Riki's never struck me before." Katze caught the apprehensive look in Darryl's
pale face as he watched Riki standing still in the shower.
"Iason's never taken him before?"
"Not like this morning. I am only furniture, but I don't like seeing anything like
that."
"Bring me some links. We'll have to restrict his movement."
Katze waited until Darryl left before approaching the shower. "Iason Mink is your
Lord and Master. You are his Pet."
"I'm no bodies, Pet."
‘It doesn't look like it me." Katze pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it
when he remember the edict. No smoking in the house. Delivered with that Blondie
tone that brooks no defiance. "Iason is the Syndicate Boss for Tanagura. He is the
leader of the Blondies. He has the best of everything...including Pets. He has first
choice at every auction."
"Then what the hell is he doing fucking me."
"Do I look like a Blondie? A Pet is there to ease his burden. Provide
companionship. To be shown off and provide stimulation. Pets aren't meant to be
‘paired' with Blondies."
Katze saw the confusion on the youth's face. "But...I have to...every night."
"Jupiter's laws apparently don't apply to Iason. Are you done? Get out here.
Don't attack Darryl again, he's like you – he belongs to Iason. He's just learned his
lessons better than you." Katze clipped the wrist cuffs together with a single link then
quickly wrenched them behind his head, attaching it to another clip, effectively locking
his hands to the back of his neck.
"On your knees."
The black mongrel struggled."Fuck you Katze!"
The red head kicked the backs of Riki's knees and knocked him to the floor."Now
stay there. I have no intention of doing anything to you. We have to make sure
nothing's wrong down there. Besides you're a pet now, no one can touch you without
the Master's permission and I have other things to do today aside from literally getting
my head ripped off my neck."

Katze had retreated to the large balcony for his smoke. The twinkling site of the
city below was just as calming as ever. Too bad he didn't appreciate it more when he
had the right to be here. Yeah, well.....fuck. The Master was home. He flicked his
cigarette butt over the balcony.
The outer door to the penthouse opened, framing the white hair Blondie. A quick
cool glance to the t-bar provided a breath taking view of his Pet. Brown eyes met blue
for a moment then Riki looked away, staring down at his feet. After all the meetings
today, it was pleasant to come back to a house that was in order. Or was it? Iason
spied the red haired Katze on the balcony. Darryl was hovering in the kitchen. "What
happened?"
Katze bowed and came back into the main room, "There was a little incident.
You were unavailable, so Darryl called me to assist."
"Anyone hurt?"
"Not really."
There was enough silence in the room to make it almost unbearable. Finally
Iason crossed over to the bar. Darryl scurried out, pouring out the traditional glass of
wine and handing over to the large Blondie. Iason watched as the Furniture's hand
trembled. Blue eyes flicked over to the bound Pet who was staring resolutely at the
floor. "Darryl, are you injured?"
"No, Master Iason. I...just didn't want the Pet to injure himself any more today."
Iason heard the censure in Darryl's voice. "Leave us."
Darryl bowed and hurried back into the kitchen.
Iason watched as Katze settled himself on the arm of the couch. He caught
himself just as he was about to order him off, or to at least sit properly on it. But then,
that was just an old familiar pattern. "Katze, aren't you going to ask me what was I
thinking?"
"I never know what Blondies are thinking...I just wonder if you have thought
about the consequences of your actions."
"You are getting too familiar, Katze."
"I know that I am only boss in Midas by your leave. I know the hierarchy here,
I've had that cut into me when I was a kid. Riki is a mongrel. You might be expecting
too much from him."
"I expect obedience from my Pet."
"He'd sooner knife you in the back than bow to your wishes."
"He has tried." Katze paused and let that sink in. He glanced over and saw Riki
listening but trying hard to look like he wasn't listening. No one raised a hand or a voice
to Lord Mink and continued to live unscathed. No one...apparently but a Pet Riki.
"And when you do break him to your obedience, what will happen then? You will
get bored with him, you always do. No other Blondie will want him as a pet, even if it is
yours. You can't send him back to Ceres. He wouldn't last a day there with your mark
on him."
"I marked you Katze, you seem to have survived." That comment stopped Katze
in his tracks. Unconsciously, he raised his hand and touched the scar that ran down his
left cheek- starting at the corner of his eye and ending perpendicular to his mouth.
Iason sat and regarded his blackmarket boss coolly. "I don't intend to give him up. Riki
is my pet. He will always be my Pet."
Katze turned and bowed, "Sir Iason, you forget your strength. Some scarring
never heals."
"I invite you to stay for dinner. Afterwards, I would like you to join in watching a
performance. He doesn't like that, but it would be a suitable punishment for attacking
Darryl."
"I must decline." Katze rose to his feet and retrieved his coat, "Iason, in the
future, can I be informed if you will be poaching my proteges. I lost money because I
was looking for Riki to do some deals."
"My poaching days are done, Katze. And the performance?"
"You know that I don't have much use for Pets aside from the credits made off of
buying and selling them." Katze shrugged into his coat. Iason paused and watched the
red head, knowing that Katze would not appreciate being told about his grace of
movement. Strange, he had never really noticed how attractive the red hair man was.
Katze pulled out a cigarette and pressed it up to his mouth before remembering the
edict. Iason bit back a smile. Even though he was free, Katze was still his.
"Iason, you might want to think about the Academy...Darryl can't handle Riki by
himself. And I really can't sit around here all day, I have my own work to do."
"He's not ready to go to the Academy. When there is some obedience drilled
into him, there is a spot open for my Pet."
Of course there would be. It wouldn't matter if the Academy refused, Lord Mink
got what he wanted. Lord Mink always got what he wanted, or there was a wake of
destruction that was left that made sure everyone knew why someone or something
was no longer there.
"By your leave." Katze bowed again. There is no need to watch Riki the Dark be
broken to Iason's will. He knew what it felt like. Hell, it was five years ago and he was
still trying to recover from being under Lord Mink's hand.
Riki stood naked chained upright against the t-bar restraint. This hands
stretched up over his head and his legs separated by a length of pole locked to his
ankle cuffs. The pole was chained to the floor. There would be no kicking tonight.
It was useless but he arms tensed and pulled on his restraints. He whispered
desperately, "Katze..you have to help me."
"Just do what you're told."
"He's a sick fucker. He just pulled me off the street."
"He's a Blondie...you're a mongrel."
"Don't leave me here."
"Look around you. Do you see where you are? What mongrel gets to look out
of the penthouse tower of the Syndicate Boss? Iason owns you."
Riki's dark eyes blazed hot, "He owns you too."
Katze stalked over to the bound Pet. The anger in his voice hissed out at first,
then trailed off. Riki didn't know what was going to happen. How could he? Mongrels
don't encounter Blondies–especially THE Blondie. "I accepted that along time ago. It
makes things a easier if you don't fight him. Blondies win. They always win. Take what
you can. Endure the rest. Keep your wits about you and you might get out of this
intact."
"Katze, why me? What did I do to him to deserve this?"
Katze let his eye run over the naked form before him. He worked with pets, high
quality pets on the auction, in the selling and delivery. He had seen them all but
nothing like Riki. He was an exotic in the midst of roses. Dark hair. Emotional riddled
eyes. Flawless skin, considering where he had grown up, something of a miracle.
Where pets were genetically designed to be beautiful, soft and yielding....Riki was hard
and defined. Too skinny perhaps but Iason would take care of that. Katze heard Iason
rise behind him and watched Riki's eyes widen with a touch of fear..white teeth bit down
hard on his lower lip as another stirring hit him. Katze glanced down at the waking
member. Iason's touch was already there and Riki didn't know it.
Katze stepped forward, leaning closer until red hair brushed against dark tan
skin. "Riki, you stole his car."
He turned on his heel and headed for the door. He turned and bowed once
more catching sight of Iason leaning forward, one hand on the back of the mongrel's
head, demanding a kiss the other travelling down to activate the pet ring around the
mongrel's cock. Katze bit back a shudder and left the penthouse. When he had been
Furniture, he had seen Iason. Blondies were oversize in every aspect. Poor kid. You
picked the wrong car to steal that day.