Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Ai o Juten ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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

Author's Note:

Things to say.. it's worth noting I am basing this story mostly on the 1992 Anime because it leaves a lot more room to play versus the books (and I really want to play). I hope I haven't forgotten anything with regard to using it as the canon for this story. If I have, I hope you'll forgive me. I'm carrying an awful lot of canon around in my head just lately.

There are going to be certain things I use from the books, because they are technically part of canon, even if they're not in the Anime, like the pet coin Iason gives to Riki during their first encounter, which appears here. I've also used some dialogue from the Anime at the end of this chapter for context, and to show Iason's thought processes during that scene. That selected dialogue is in italics. I do not own it and I use it here out of respect for the canon.

After this, I'm just going to let my imagination run riot. I love the fact that Iason is an android, and I am going to enjoy exploring his fall from analysis, as much as I will enjoy writing Riki's fall from – well, I don't think you can really fall from Ceres, bless him. Almost anything is an improvement, though I'm quite sure he doesn't think so.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. :)


Chapter Two

One week later...

Ever since he had acquired his new pet, Iason had the pleasurable sensation of knowing Riki was there, awaiting his attention. Although he could work at home, he invariably chose not to, and while he was as efficient in his tasks as always, a part of his mind had become reserved for continuing thoughts of his new pet. This new devotion extended to certain things; for instance, the touch of a button would bring up a live relay of the pet lying chained on his bed. For the sake of the furniture – the actual furniture – such bondage had become necessary. For long hours when awake, the mongrel would stare into the camera, glaring. Every so often, Daryl would approach with food, water, or a bedpan. By the end of the first day, Iason had dedicated one of his monitors to that display. The sound, however, was off.

There wasn't anything he needed to hear in the seemingly continuous screaming, yelling, and demands to be released. Although some of the mongrel's obscenities were occasionally very inventive and could raise a slight smile in him, he wasn't about to allow them to become his soundtrack. But he did not intend to be ignorant either, and so for that reason he appeared at his pet's door for a full five minutes each morning, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame while he pulled on his gloves, letting Riki rant and rave at him, hoping that eventually, he would get it out of his system and become more docile. Iason did not respond except to wish the pet a polite good morning. Each evening, he drafted in the furniture to encourage Riki to fulfil his role as entertainment. For the success of their venture, it was imperative he became used to being watched.

For a week now, he'd kept the mongrel chained to the bed in one bare and featureless room, but he had to move things along. The pet would develop sores if left laid flat for long periods of time. It was a dilemma, since Riki required the kind of extreme bondage that would keep him absolutely still.

And so it was time for his first real lesson, which fortuitously chanced to be the day his pet ring was ready. Iason had devoted a great deal of consideration to its function and form before having it specially made, and he fingered it thoughtfully in his office that morning while he allowed himself to look forward to the moment when he could spare the time to be distracted by the mongrel's antics. When Iason could place the ring on Riki and observe him as he finally felt what it meant to be owned by a Blondie, by Iason Mink.

It would also eliminate the need for him to involve Daryl in their sessions, and the furniture could go back to being a mere servant. He was sure Daryl would find it much more fulfilling to be used that way.

Iason worked until late afternoon, at which point he sat back in his seat, and flicked his gaze to the monitor which showed the pet in his room. There was a slight thrill of anticipation in him as his finger hovered over the first button he would press. Of course the mongrel was predictable, but he found himself feeling a kind of hunger to see it nevertheless. Iason depressed the button, watching the monitor closely.

On the monitor, Riki's shackles fell away neatly, their electronic locks disabled. Only one remained, a steel circlet around the mongrel's left ankle was attached to a bolt in the centre of the floor by way of a thick, heavy chain. The chain was long enough for him to move around, and Iason's pet sat up almost immediately, shaking to free himself of the bindings that had held him down.

He stood and walked towards the camera, mouthing something that Iason did not bother to listen to. Riki folded his arms, defiant, and waited. When nothing happened he turned away, then suddenly put his hands to his head, bent over slightly, fingers buried in that dark unruly hair. He was probably shouting. Iason sighed in satisfaction and settled back.

Next, he went to the door, hammering on it with his fists, then seemed to feel the weight of the chain attached to his ankle. Riki sank down, sitting to examine it, and studied the bolt, pulling at it as if that would help. After a while he seemed to get angrier, and his tugs on the chain were jerking, desperate movements. Now, at last it must happen.

Something on his control panel beeped, and he pressed the button, barely able to drag his attention from Riki on the screen. Daryl appeared on another monitor.

“Master,” he said, and moistened his lips, looking nervous.

“I know,” Iason said at once. “The pet is free. Do not enter the room. I will be back shortly.” He ended the communication without waiting for the furniture to confirm his orders.

Meanwhile, the mongrel had rid the bed of its mattress and pillows, and was currently hurling the wooden bed frame at the steel and titanium panelled walls of his prison in a wild rage. Iason watched, almost breathless; the sheer violence was stunning. Though it was well made and of hardwood, the bed inevitably began to splinter, until it was in pieces on the floor. Riki stood still for a moment, facing away from the camera, shoulders hunched. He was quite muscular, and to anyone else outside of Eos, Iason had no doubt Riki was extremely intimidating, and very dangerous.

It occurred to him yet again that Riki had in spades what other pets could not even begin to aspire to. If he, Iason Mink, had to keep a pet, then it should be this one. Riki was a wild thing; a caged lion, a snarling wolf. He was beautiful and exotic. Raoul had already expressed his unease, but he did not understand yet. Iason was well aware that he and Riki were at opposite ends of an artificially created spectrum. In a way, both of them had been devised by Jupiter. In the end, what difference was there between genetic versus social engineering? If he, as Jupiter's favourite, could take the most unruly inhabitant of Ceres, and bring it to heel in his service, it created an perfect, undeniable circle. It meant that nothing on Amoi was wasted. Efficiency ruled here. There would be no second rebellion.

Those thoughts flickered through Iason's mind in a millisecond as he watched the screen in front of him. Now that the first wave of his fury was spent, it was almost as if Riki remembered Iason observed him. The pet picked up a longish piece of wood and approached the camera. Again he shouted something, his face twisted in an unbecoming snarl, then hit the camera hard. Iason's view of the room wavered, then steadied. Apparently believing the camera was dead, Riki threw the wood to one side, and then began to kick the door with his free foot. When that had no discernible effect he launched himself at the walls, shouldering his entire weight at them. To what end, Iason could only guess, since surely Riki knew now: there was no way out.

“Oh, pet,” Iason murmured, looking down at his control panel, finger almost caressing the next button. With a faint smile he depressed it. The next time the mongrel launched himself at the wall, he fell to the floor, and stayed down for a moment before sitting up and shaking his head, dazed. He mouthed something, and it was so clear Iason heard it in his mind.

“What the hell...?!”

The walls were now conducting a mild electric current, enough to stun, but not enough to be dangerous. He watched until Riki had learned not to touch the walls. It took several collisions to convince him. Now it was time. Iason ended the crude psychological experiment and shut down his workstation, including the link to the camera in the mongrel's room, and made his way home. It was not far.

The furniture hovered around him once he got there, until Iason saw him off with a curt order not to interfere or observe. He walked to the door, and since this was the pet's temporary prison, it was not set up to open upon approach, even for him. He pressed his palm to the plate, and the door slid open slowly, revealing Riki within.

In the intervening time, he'd taken out his anger and frustration on the pillows and mattress. Feathers were scattered over the floor, and bits of down filled the air. Riki sat cross-legged in the middle of the chaos, arms folded, glaring. As Iason watched, a small white downy feather drifted down in front of the mongrel's face, tickling at his nose. He blew it away from him in temper. Iason threw his head back momentarily and laughed in delight. It felt good. The mongrel stared up at him with a stunned expression, followed rapidly by the more usual quick anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, his voice slightly hoarse from screaming. “I've destroyed your bed!”

Iason slipped smoothly inside the door, closing and locking it behind him with a voice command. He walked slowly over to the pet, enjoying it even more when Riki skittered away backwards on his hands and heels into a corner, not daring to touch the walls, which he still believed would hurt him.

“It was your bed, pet,” Iason observed, his white booted feet disturbing a layer of goose down as he pursued Riki. “My error. Perhaps I should have known a slum mongrel would rather sleep on the floor.”

Riki bristled at his words, but there was no escape. Upon realising he was cornered, he rose to his feet and lashed out when Iason was within striking distance; his fist connected solidly with Iason's jaw. He might have retaliated in kind, but for the way Riki suddenly hunched over, holding his hand. “Aww, fuck me! What are you even made of?” he groaned, shaking his hand.

So he put up a bit of a fight, but really he was no match for Iason's strength or size at all and very soon he had Riki standing up straight in front of him. Iason moved a step forward, so as to trap the mongrel against the wall, something which Riki resisted, so much so he pressed the length of his body into Iason desperately, his arms sliding around Iason's neck as if they were lovers.

“No! Don't!” he cried out, but then they were there, and Riki relaxed when he realised the electric current was gone.

It was almost the same as it had been the first time they met. Iason held the mongrel's wrists easily, pinned to the wall above his head, wanting to draw that same response from him here and now. He nuzzled at Riki's hair. “Where is my good pet?” he whispered, deliberately seductive, and Riki gasped as Iason's lips touched his ear. Something in him became suddenly inviting, and Iason made a sound of approval. “There you are...” he murmured. “Yes.”

“Get off me, you sick fuck,” the mongrel insisted, but his words were weak now, no anger behind them, only resentment. His sigh was almost a moan as Iason's free hand trailed down over his tricep, to his underarm, further, gloved fingertips brushing over his ribs.

“You kept the coin I gave you,” Iason said, his voice low and sultry, intimate between them. The coin was pet currency, not legal tender anywhere in the known universe apart from within the pet community of Eos. Iason had thrown it at him on purpose, as an insult. If Riki had not kept it, perhaps he wouldn't have continued to draw Iason's interest. There was always the chance, however slight, that he wouldn't have ended up here. Such an irony.

“Yeah, well, I didn't know what it was,” his pet responded. The blush on his cheeks was quite becoming. He'd forgotten to swear, a fact which Iason found amusing, and very telling. He lifted his own hand to his mouth, and began pulling off his glove with his teeth as Riki watched, wide-eyed.

“Your words imply you must have found out,” Iason said when he had tossed the glove to one side. “But you didn't sell it, or part with it.” He smiled against Riki's skin, nuzzling at his neck again, his hand curled around his pet's ribs, enjoying how it made his captive seem to melt. “It was still in your pocket when Daryl took away your clothing.”

“You called it change! Isn't that what you said?” Despite his words, the mongrel turned his head, giving Iason room to do whatever he wished. He hummed in praise and gifted the pet with a lick to his neck. The taste of his skin was masculine and pleasant. “So it's mine! I earned it!”

Iason chuckled in pleasure. “Oh, is that what you want?” he queried, wondering after all if it was that easy; he was a slum mongrel. “Would you be more co-operative if I left you a token after each of our sessions?”

“No!” the pet gasped, clearly insulted in some way, trying to kick out with his feet and failing. “I don't want anything from you! Don't you get that, you synthetic psycho? Let me go...” Riki let his weight drop in order to escape, his wrists pulling down, but Iason held him easily.

“Riki...” he said, and now it was the same as before. He moved forward with one step, pressing his knee between the mongrel's legs to take some of the weight. Riki's cock was hard against his thigh, and the mongrel finally moaned out loud.

“Fuck you,” he managed. “I'm not a pet!”

He was, he just did not know it yet. He soon would.

“You accepted the transaction,” Iason told him calmly. “It is much too late to argue the matter now.”

For a few minutes, the mongrel didn't speak, and Iason found it easy to manipulate his body. His left nipple was wonderfully sensitive, and he made lovely yearning sounds when Iason touched him there, twisting tenderly with finger and thumb. Every now and then Iason indulged in a low laugh. Not a pet indeed! Everything the mongrel did confirmed it.

“I have another transaction for you,” Iason said at last, and he could hear the click of Riki's throat as he swallowed.

“What is it?” he asked, breathless, standing on tiptoe now to ease the pressure against his cock, but Iason was too tall for it to work, and instead his body slipped each time he relaxed, creating friction. If the pet's reactions were anything to go by, it was quite pleasurable for him.

“Let me touch you,” Iason breathed into his ear, and he felt Riki jump in surprise.

“What do you mean, let you?” he said, angry and sexually excited all at once. It was an interesting and heady combination. Iason let his hand drift down to the pet's hard cock, taking it into his hand, thumb smearing the precome that had gathered on the head, swirling it around. The small amount of lubrication would make it easier to put the ring on him.

“It's not as if you're giving me any...” Riki continued, leaving off when he felt Iason's fingers curling around him. His breath caught in his throat – a silent whimper. No refusal. Taking just a moment, Iason stopped touching to reach in his pocket, and then slipped the ring over the head of the mongrel's cock smoothly, sliding it all the way down to the root. “Ahh... what is it?!” he cried out, struggling now when it was already done. “Take it off!” he demanded, almost screeching. “Bastard!”

Iason ignored him, holding it in place as he felt it adjust, the cool metal becoming snug around Riki's cock. Now it would stay. He chuckled at the pet's useless struggling and scandalised humiliation. “It is your pet ring,” he whispered. “No one may remove it but me. And I will not. Your registration as my pet is complete.”

“Blondies!” Riki cried out explosively, just a smidgen away from a scream. “I fucking hate you all!” He growled and sobbed all at once. “I swear I'll kill you for this!”

“Will you?” Iason asked mildly. “I assure you, no other pet in Eos has a ring like this one. Wouldn't you like to see what it can do first?” Riki suddenly stilled in dread, a reaction that Iason found wonderfully rewarding.

“D-do?” His voice was faint.

“Mmm...” Iason said, taking advantage of the mongrel's lack of resistance to kiss him briefly. “This is the most pleasant setting, I think,” he whispered, reaching up with his hand now to touch the ring on his own finger. As soon he did, the mongrel fell apart right in front of his eyes.

“Ahh... fuck...” Riki moaned, in perfect time with the slow pulses of stimulation that the ring delivered. Iason tilted his head, fascinated, watching as Riki bit his lip, eyes closed, body shuddering, his hands opening and closing in Iason's grip, but no longer fighting him.

“Stop...” he said. “Stop it... no... not this...” His body jerked now, but his cock remained hard.

“Who owns you, pet?” Iason whispered wickedly, pressing closer. The mongrel moaned and sobbed, but responded immediately.

“No... Shit!... I can't... ahh, fuck me...”

Iason chuckled. This was working better than he had anticipated, and at such a low setting too. Oh, there would certainly be no need for Daryl now! He imagined toying with the ring, and a sensation of power rippled through him. This, exactly here, this is how it should always be between them. There was only one thing that could improve the current state of affairs.

“Say the name of your Master,” he pursued, never raising his voice above a gentle, serene murmur. The mongrel's eyes rolled, and he shook his head from side to side slowly. He clearly did not realise how beguiling his behaviour was. Even the swearing had a kind of rough charm, especially when he looked like this.

“Fuck you... I won't...”

“You may feel like you will come, but without more stimulation, you will be left like this, needful and desperate. Say my name, and I'll give you release. Unless you would rather I turn this up?” He waited, and when Rikki gave no verbal response he touched the ring on his finger again, going on to the next level, the pulses of pleasure faster, more sustained. The mongrel cried out desperately in his grip, helpless, irrevocably captured, finally being made to understand it. There were tears now, trembling on his dark eyelashes. So beautiful.

“Who owns you?” Iason repeated, and in the space between them, something subtle changed. Iason sensed Riki's surrender before he even voiced it, and it seemed to him that everything slowed down, which was of course impossible. Time was a constant. Yet still he heard the pet's short intake of breath, felt the shiver of acceptance, this wild, violent thing momentarily tamed to his touch. It was like the honour of handling a bird of prey. Later, much later, he would recognise this as the moment that really changed his intentions towards Riki. He would not be displaying and breeding Riki as a normal stud. He could not be satisfied unless Riki was his alone. There were to be no parties.

“Iason!” Riki cried. “Iason Mink!”

Iason captured Riki's jaw in his hand, tilted his face to look into his eyes as Riki blinked. His pupils were so large and dark that he wondered if he could see into the mongrel's soul. “There, now,” he said, smiling, more pleased than he could say at Riki's capitulation. “That was not so difficult. Good pet.”

Riki whimpered like the mongrel he was. The look in his eyes then was what Iason's dreams would be made of for many nights to come. Yes, there was hatred, but there was also dawning recognition. He'd known all along that this was the way to break the mongrel in. To make him respond. Iason felt jubilant.

“End it!” Riki managed through clenched teeth. Iason reached down between them to fulfil this part of their new bargain. Riki cried out as he thrust into the grip provided by Iason's fingers. Why did their pleasure sound so much like pain? Iason had noticed it time and again at breeding parties. Even the more conventional pets, mere sex dolls genetically engineered and bred for pleasure. Always, at that last moment, they seemed lost, and he wondered what it felt like to Riki when he climaxed.

Again, Iason thought he had won. Only later that very day, Riki proved to be just as stubborn and unyielding when the ring was not used to garner his obedience. He denied the surrender he had given, and refused point blank to speak of it.

And so because of his lack of co-operation he was in chains before Iason's chair, shivering on the floor as the ring worked on him, yet still he refused to participate as he should.

“How much longer are you going to be obstinate?” Iason asked. “I've told you it won't end unless you provide a stronger stimulus.”

Riki said nothing, didn't even swear, only glared. Iason sighed silently, finding himself back at the beginning, and yet the surrender earlier had been real, not imagined. He did not imagine such things.

“I see,” Iason said, disappointed, “shall I call Daryl again?”

And then the wonder – Riki moved wordlessly to sit before him on the floor, as he had been instructed, caressing his own cock with his hand. Iason smiled unseen in the shadow provided him by the light. This was part of the pet's lesson; that Iason could watch him without being observed in turn.

“Spread your legs more, I can't see.” Again, he had what he wanted, and Iason found himself hungry to watch, as he'd never been before with any other pet. As an android, his mind had dominion over his body at all times, Jupiter had made him that way, and yet he felt the merest suggestion of heat rushing down his body as he savoured the scene before him.

“It is common knowledge that a pet's copulation is for public viewing,” Iason said, thinking that now was as good a time as any to apprise Riki of his new role in Amoi society. He would be expected to show Riki soon. Yet behind his words, he was almost breathless again, and he was not sure he even wanted to share this with others. Riki's physical arousal was as enchanting as his fury. It was his resistance that made it so. Breaking him, even temporarily, even in this small way was exhilarating. He was extraordinary.

“As a pet, pride and shame are not necessary,” Iason continued, keeping his thoughts to himself. Riki had no right to know them, after all.

Iason became quiet, and in the dark he did not blink, but relished every moment as Riki brought himself to orgasm, his body becoming taut with tension, his stomach muscles twitching as his semen spurted from him in pulses that echoed the rhythmic jolts the ring provided. The chains jangled and the mongrel cried out, biting his lip to keep it in.

This time, although more than satisfied with Riki's sterling performance, Iason did not allow himself any sense of victory, and sure enough, the next day Riki began his first hunger strike. Every step forward seemed to be followed by two steps back. Riki was an aberrant conundrum as far as Iason was concerned. He'd been taken from the slum to dwell in Eos as a favoured pet of the highest of the Elite – anyone else would have been overjoyed and pathetically grateful. Riki, however, was completely illogical and chose punishment over pleasure consistently, yet despite that he was no masochist. It was a problem that excited Iason's mind, and he spent much time pondering how best to solve it.


To be continued...


Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you're enjoying it. Comments loved and cherished. I will respond. :)