Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Day of Atonement--Part One ❯ One-Shot

"Day of Atonement-Part One"

NC-17, Spank, Lemon,Yaoi,Anal,BDSM,Rim,Solo,Voy

Iason x Riki

by Kira Takenouchi

***The Ai no Kusabi world and its characters were created by Reiko Yoshihara. This fanfic was written by Kira Takenouchi and is offered free to fans of Ai no Kusabi.***

PART ONE of TWO PARTS.

Waiting for punishment, Riki decided, was punishment in and of itself. Each day he tormented himself with whatever the fuck Iason had meant by "severely punished," trying to determine in what way the upcoming punishment would be different from all the others he had endured at the hands of his strict Blondie master. Under what perverted definition had any of his punishments not been severe? What worried him most was Iason's attitude. Since the night of his transgression he had been decidedly distant. Not cold, exactly, but almost as though he was pulling back from their intimacy and reestablishing the boundaries of master and pet.

It had started the very first day. When Iason arrived home, he didn't call for Riki right away as he usually did, didn't order him to sit on his lap, a daily routine that he had come to rather enjoy. Instead, Iason sat in his chair, sipping wine and reading a periodical for a long time, while the mongrel watched him from the balcony. He considered approaching his master but decided against it, wondering why Iason had not called him and what sort of mood he was in. Finally, the Blondie put down his periodical.

"Pet. Come here," he commanded.

Riki immediately obeyed, standing hesitantly before him when the Blondie made no signal for him to sit on his lap.

"Take off your clothes."

A little surprised, the mongrel did so, wondering exactly what his master had in mind.

"Now, pet. Copulate."

Feeling his face grow hot, Riki then realized Iason had reverted back to his early voyeuristic practice of watching him masturbate, and he found that, given all the intimacy they had shared, he felt hurt by it, and by the almost clinical command, "copulate."

"What are you waiting for?" Iason demanded.

Slowly, he began stimulating himself, stroking himself with practiced ease, leaning back against he bar as he opened his legs a little wider to increase the stability of his stance. He closed his eyes, parting his lips, then opened them to see that Iason was watching him with lust-filled eyes. Closing his eyes again and throwing back his head, he fantasized about tying his Blondie master down and strapping him, then fucking him, hard, relishing the sound of Iason's moans….

A series of quick gasps announced his impending release, and as he ejaculated with a long moan, he looked straight into his master's eyes where, for a moment, he saw a slight opening to the Iason he intimately knew, a softening of the hardness that had settled there.

Then Iason was on his feet, leading him by the arm to the dining room table, and bending him over it. "Put your arms over your head," he ordered, and Riki did so, feeling a little disconcerted with his master's terse commands.

Pushing his legs apart with his foot, Iason unfastened his trousers and, with no fanfare, penetrated his pet fully. Riki cried out his dismay at being taken without preparation for, although Iason was not being particularly violent, he had certainly shown his pet no consideration. The pain of the penetration hurt less than his master's callous attitutude.

The Blondie was enjoying his pet's discomfort and confusion. In truth, he was now quite angry with Riki. It was all he could do to wait until he could unleash his full fury onto his pet. In the meantime the only way he could contain his anger was to keep a distance, and to treat Riki more like the pet he was, even though-or perhaps because-he knew how much the mongrel despised being treated as nothing more than a pet.

Whenever he thought about Riki with another man, he felt like trashing the apartment himself-if he could get his hands on the man, he'd break his back in a heartbeat. He simply couldn't believe Riki had done it. The Blondie had never experienced jealousy like this in his entire life-even when he had discovered Roaul's infidelity. With Raoul, he had simply realized that his pairing partner didn't truly love him, a fact that he had already been entertaining in his own mind. By that time, Iason didn't even love Raoul anymore, and the revelation simply served as a good excuse to end a relationship he had been uncertain about for some time.

But with Riki, his pet, it was completely different. As foolish as he knew it was to have such feelings, Iason loved the dark-haired mongrel. He no longer even tried to fight it. And there had been times when it seemed as though Riki returned some of his feelings. At the very least, he was usually obedient in the bedroom. And now, to find that his pet had solicited and accepted the sexual intimacy of another man was…well, heartbreaking.

Iason grabbed hold of his pet's hips and pulled back as he took him with quick thrusts designed not to prolong the sexual act but to produce consummation in the most efficient way possible. No savoring, no holding back-just raw fucking to get the job done. As soon as he came, the Blondie withdrew and walked away, returning to his chair.

"You can get dressed now, pet."

The mongrel lay bent over the table for a moment, struggling with his emotions. Iason had never treated him like this-at least not since the very early days, and even then he was sure he had never been this cold and disinterested. For a moment, he felt as though he might cry. Then, Riki the Dark, leader of Bison, seemed to take over.

He got up and retrieved his clothes in a nonchalant manner designed to let Iason know he hadn't won.

The second night began as a repeat of the first-Iason summoned him to the living quarters and ordered him to undress and copulate. This time, Riki had some revenge. As he began stroking himself, he began actively fantasizing about Katze, becoming increasingly excited, his exaggerated gasps and moans surprising his Blondie master.

"Oh yeah," Riki whispered. "Yessss." He looked over at Iason with a small smile of triumph.

Somehow, Iason suspected that his pet was deliberately fantasizing about this mystery man, or at least trying to make him think he was. And there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't control what his pet thought about. He couldn't even prove that he was doing so. All he could do was watch him come, and Riki's enthusiasm was certainly accomplishing one thing-it was getting him hot.

"Oh," Riki breathed. "Fucking Jupiter! Oh fuck yes!" He ejaculated a copious amount of his essence, trails of ivory semen dripping down his hand.

Iason was immediately ready, standing up and unfastening his trousers. "Bend over," he commanded. "Put your hands on the floor."

"On the floor?" Riki said in disbelief. "What the fuck-"

"Obey me, pet."

The mongrel then attempted to follow Iason's orders, finding that he had to walk his hands forward a bit to reach a position he could actually sustain. His legs wide apart, his body in an inverted V, Riki felt extremely exposed and helpless when his Blondie master once again took him without preparation, this time harder. He cried out; something about the position allowed deeper penetration than he'd ever experienced before, and Iason was taking him almost angrily, with deep, vindictive thrusts.

Once Iason had ejaculated, it was the same story as the previous night-he withdrew and left his pet to clean up and get dressed on his own.

By the third night, Riki was pissed off about the whole situation. When Iason instructed him to masturbate, he did so almost angrily, copulating as quickly as possible and trying to hide all his pleasure to give his master as little enjoyment as possible. This time Iason had him lie, faceup on the table, with his head hanging over the edge. The Blondie then proceeded to fuck him in the mouth, again copulating and leaving without ceremony.

Neither of them had mentioned the punishment that was now just a day away, but there was a definite tension between them. Although they still slept in the same bed, they didn't share their usual intimacy, didn't hold one another or kiss, and both of them were starting to miss this, though neither wanted to be the one to initiate it.

When Riki woke up on the day of punishment, he felt a sense of relief. He wanted things to go back to normal and he knew that, after today-after he had been thoroughly disciplined-Iason would forgive him.

Katze came over to visit Daryl in the afternoon and found Riki on the balcony, brooding.

"So. Daryl told me. Today's the big day of atonement, huh."

Riki nodded, taking a drag from his smoke.

"I really owe you," Katze said, after a pause. "You didn't have to do that."

Riki smiled. "Yeah, I did. Iason would've killed you. You know that."

"You're probably right. But I still owe you. So," he held out his hand, "here's something I thought you might appreciate. It's an Opiate-3. I couldn't give you an Opiate-6 because Iason would be able to tell you were on something."

"Fucking awesome," Riki said, taking the pill. "This will be perfect for tomorrow morning."

"Do you know what he's going to do?"

"No. But when Iason is pissed off, he gets pretty physical."

Katze shook his head. "I'm sorry, Riki."

"Don't be. I told you-it was worth it. Although I couldn't believe Daryl was cool with it."

"Isn't he something else? I love his little perversions."

"Whose perversions?" Daryl asked, joining them on the balcony.

"Yours, angel," Katze said, grabbing him and pulling him close.

Daryl smiled. "I just came out to let you know, Iason called to say he's coming home early tonight. Should be here within the hour."

"Fuck." Riki tossed his smoke over the ledge. "Oh well, I'll just be glad to get it over with. I'm so fucking sick of worrying about it."

"I guess I better get outa here," Katze said, giving Daryl a kiss. "Want me to come back tonight?"

"Pick me up, and we'll go to your place for awhile."

"Sounds good."

Riki sighed, wishing that he had an evening ahead like Daryl and Katze were going to share. The last hour waiting for Iason to return home seemed an eternity. When finally the door hummed open, he felt his heart starting to pound. Almost immediately, he heard his master's stern command.

"Riki. Come here."

He made his way slowly into the house, almost afraid to look at Iason, who sat in his chair by the window. His eyes immediately gravitated to the architect's ruler on the table beside the Blondie. So. That answered one of his questions.

"Sit." Iason pointed to his lap, and Riki climbed onto it, the first time he had done so in the past few days.

For a moment, his master didn't speak, then he pulled him close to whisper in his ear. "It's time for your punishment, pet. I hope you've been thinking about just how disobedient you were. Because I intend to punish you tonight like you've never been punished before." Iason's voice shook, betraying his anger.

Shivering, and knowing that it was probably hopeless, Riki decided to try talking his way out of it. "I have been thinking about it, and I know I was completely disobedient. But it…didn't mean anything. It was just one time."

"One time, a thousand times…it makes no difference. What matters is that you did it. That's more than enough."

"Please, Iason, I'm really scared. I know you have to punish me, but can't it be like…a regular punishment, not some huge other punishment?"

"Not open for negotiation, Riki."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"First, I'm taking away your city privileges. I gave you those privileges contingent on your good behavior, so until further notice you no longer have clearance to go into Tanagura."

"What!" Riki cried. "That fucking sucks!"

Iason smiled. "Pet. Might I advise you not to anger me before I'm finished doling out your punishment?"

"Well, it does suck," he muttered. "But…is that it, then?"

The Blondie laughed softly. "Did you really think you'd get off with such a slim punishment as that? No, pet. I've also reprogrammed your pet ring. Since you were unable to control your copulation, it appears I'm going to have to control it for you. From now on, you will not be able to ejaculate until I choose to let you do so."

Riki listened in disbelief. Not be able to come without Iason's permission? Not even to masturbate in private? He sighed.

"Can I go now?" he asked, hopefully.

Iason laughed again. "Come now. You must know there's more punishment coming--we haven't even started yet. And I must say, I'm really looking forward to it. Because you really deserve it."

"Then fucking get it over with," he grumbled.

"Now," Iason whispered, "when you're thinking about how much this hurts-because it is going to hurt-I want you to remember that you brought this on yourself with your own disobedience and stupidity."

"Whatever."

Iason set him back on his feet firmly. "Lower your trousers."

As soon as Riki did so, the Blondie grabbed him and repositioned him on his knee, pinning his arms behind his back with one hand. Then he removed his right glove with his teeth, tossed it aside and picked up the ruler. He let Riki squirm for a few minutes, resting the ruler on his pet's flesh at the place where the buttocks met with the thighs, just letting the mongrel feel its cold metal.

"Before I'm finished, you're going to fully regret what you did, pet. You'll be begging for mercy. And you'll never forget this lesson about what it means to be a pet." His voice shaking and hands trembling with anger, Iason bent a little closer to the mongrel. "When it comes to your body, no one, Riki, touches it but me, or whoever else I decide to have you pair with. You have absolutely no say in such matters. You chose to openly defy my authority, and now you're going to feel the consequences of your choice."

Then, with a sharp initial strike to his pet's bare bottom, he proceeded to spank his pet mercilessly with the metal ruler, eliciting anguished cries almost immediately. But his pet's cries only fueled his anger, and Iason derived great satisfaction in watching him suffer.

"Please stop," Riki begged. "Fucking…oh please!!"

The more Riki begged, the harder he struck. All the hurt and rage that he had bottled up for the past few days funneled into his arm, his punishing blows carrying far more than discipline alone. They communicated his hurt, jealousy and betrayal, all the things that the Blondie could not say to his unruly pet.

"So, was it worth it, Riki? Would you still have done it if you knew this was coming? You're my pet, and mine alone! I'll drive that fact into you!" The fury in Iason's voice was terrifying in and of itself.

From Riki's perspective it was simply the worse spanking he could ever remember. Iason just wouldn't stop-no matter how much he begged and sobbed. At the moment he was not so sure Katze had been worth it after all. This was pure hell-and he had foolishly felt momentarily relieved that it wasn't a taming stick, not realizing the suffering Iason's new implement could cause. Striking him with unrestrained fury, the Blondie was unrelenting in his punishment, to the point where Riki began screaming and kicking.

Finally, Iason stopped, his whole body shaking. He set the ruler down and just watched his pet sobbing, now limp on his lap. He began tracing a finger down Riki's punished flesh, then inserted it into him with a little wiggle, taking advantage of his pet's vulnerable state for a little molestation. Confused by his master's actions, Riki quieted, hoping that Iason didn't have something…truly…awful in mind. His imagination provided a number of horrifying images involving his most sensitive places…but surely torture wasn't Iason's…style.

After a few minutes of fondling, Iason set his pet back on his feet. Riki reached down to pull up his trousers.

"Leave them down. We're not finished. In fact, take off all your clothes."

As Riki slowly obeyed, Iason rose and went to the desk that held the special drawer, popping it open with a little smile at his pet. The mongrel watched with dread, wondering what exactly he would pull out. When he saw his master lift out the taming stick, he fell to his knees in alarm.

"Please, Iason. I'm begging you. Please, anything but that."

Riki's abject terror surprised him a little. He had only picked up the taming stick to get to the G-strap beneath it. But he would have to remember how much his pet hated to be tamed. The G-strap, however, had a unique advantage over the taming stick, and the Blondie had in mind a little sexual torture to round out Riki's punishment.

When Riki saw Iason exchange the taming stick for the G-strap, he felt a tremendous sense of relief-relief that was perhaps unwarranted could he have forseen what was coming next.

"On the bed, pet. Facedown."

The mongrel obeyed, making for the bedroom with a slight glance behind him. Iason followed him, relishing the red vestiges of his recent spanking covering his buttocks and thighs.

In the bedroom, Iason opened a drawer and took out two cuffs, cuffing his wrists firmly to the bedposts. Then, with an angry flick of his wrist, he activated the G-strap with a snap, startling his pet.

"I've never really had a chance to use this properly," Iason said. "So tonight I thought I'd really put my back into it."

Groaning, Riki buried his face in the bed. Bound, there was nothing he could do but submit to whatever his master had in mind-not that he could have done anything if he weren't cuffed. Yet something about the cuffs gave him a sinking feeling, as if Iason was hinting there was a reason for him to try and escape.

The Blondie snapped the G-strap a few times simply to terrorize his pet.

"Iason," Riki tried, "I've learned my lesson already from that spanking. My ass feels like it's on fire. I get it-I really do. I shouldn't have let him suck me off."

Iason laughed softly. "I don't think you do get it, pet. It's not just about you understanding your transgression. You knew it was wrong before you even did it. Riki, you're being punished. Nothing you can say or do now will stop what you have coming. When it comes to discipline, the matter is out of your hands."

"But-"

"Hush!" Now the Blondie's voice boomed through the room. His fury reinvigorated by the imagery suggested by the "I shouldn't have let him suck me off" comment, Iason whipped back his arm and sent the strap flying, hitting the mongrel's thighs with a loud crack.

Riki cried out from the very first strike. "Holy shit…please, Iason," he pleaded in despair.

Ignoring-even relishing-his pet's plea, the Blondie commenced with a thoroughly brutal strapping as his pet squirmed and tugged on his cuffs, crying out all the while. Iason wanted him to suffer, wanted him to experience in physical terms the pain that had tormented him since learning of Riki's sexual exploits. He was still furious and felt as though he couldn't punish his pet enough, though strike after strike met its mark on the mongrel's punished flesh. He struck so hard that his body twisted as his arm came down and whipped back, his hair swinging around him as he moved. Even in his fury the Blondie was beautiful--perhaps even more so, his face betraying usually guarded emotions and passion, his eyes intense with anger.

"Please…Ma…Master!"

Feeling a carnal surge when his pet began calling him Master, something that Riki never did, Iason finally brought the strapping to an end, breathing hard from the exertion. He had broken out in a sweat, something he rarely did except when punishing his pet.

Now Riki was starting to feel the effects of the G-strap, and began moaning and thrusting into the bed. Flipping off the strap, Iason undressed as he watched his pet writhing, smiling with the knowledge that Riki would not be able to release until he permitted it. He got up on the bed and just sat there for a few moments, staring down at his punished pet. His buttocks and thighs were red, covered with the markings of his punishment, a sight that Iason found extraordinarily stimulating. Riki's erotic thrusting against the bed only added to his lust.

Punishing Riki always gave the Blondie a sexual charge, and tonight was no exception. Tonight, in fact, Iason was so aroused that his erection was already rigid, throbbing almost comically. With trembling hands, he lifted his pet's hips.

"Get on your knees," he whispered.

Riki obeyed, letting out a loud moan when Iason began tantalizing him with his tongue, licking and thrusting into his portal in a sensual manner designed to bring him quickly to orgasm. But today, the mongrel was not able to release his near-bursting lust until Iason allowed it, and he began groaning with frustration.

"Please touch me," he begged.

Ignoring his pet's request, Iason continued his unbearable titillation, swirling his tongue everywhere between his legs and then thrusting into him once again.

"Please…let me come," Riki pleaded. "Please!"

Smiling, the Blondie rose up onto his knees and repositioned his pet, then pushed himself up against the mongrel to gain entrance, penetrating as hard as he could.

Riki cried out from pain and sexual frustration, a sound that only sent shivers of excitement through his Blondie master.

"I am your master," Iason whispered fiercely as he thrust hard, again, withdrew slowly and then plunged a third time, "and you are my pet." Then he proceeded to give his pet a good, hard fucking, one that had Riki continually moaning and begging for release. As he reached his peak, Iason reached around and touched the pet ring, his unique signature removing the restrictions on the ring. With a few swift strokes, Iason brought his pet to orgasm, much to Riki's obvious delight-and relief.

"Holy mother fucking Jupiter!" Riki cried out, ejaculating what appeared to be a copious amount of semen for the little mongrel, his cries sending Iason over the edge. Whipping his head back, his hair flying overhead in an arc, he moaned, loudly, as his seed found release in the punished sanctum of his pet.

Both of them falling forward on the bed, they lay for some moments. Iason nuzzled up against his pet, kissing his cheek.

"Does this mean the punishment's over?" Riki asked timidly.

"Yes, love."

Relieved, the mongrel tugged on the cuffs. "Can you uncuff me? I want to kiss you."

Smiling, Iason obliged, thrilled with Riki's attitude. He returned to the bed and, almost immediately, master and pet began hungrily exploring one another, kissing and fondling passionately as though for the first time. It had been four days since they had loved, or even shown much affection, to one another, and both of them had desperately missed their intimacy.

"Iason…I love your body," Riki said. "I missed you."

The Blondie relished this comment, pulling him close.

"I only did it because I was pissed off, because of Raoul," he continued. "I don't like the idea of anyone else touching you, either."

Iason laughed softly. "Is that so? Did you forget who was the master, and who was the pet?"

The dark-haired mongrel sighed. "Why does it always have to be like that?"

"Riki," Iason said, gently, "I will always be your master, and you will always be my pet. It's just how it is. It's the world we live in."

"Yeah but don't you ever think there's something fundamentally fucked up about the world we live in?"

"A philosophical question, not a practical one, pet. The world is what it is. Besides. Do you really think I'd give up having you as my pet?" Tracing a finger down the mongrel's cheek, Iason smiled. "And I think we both know there are times you enjoy being my pet."

Shivering, Riki looked up at the beautiful Blondie, wondering how he could know so much about his private thoughts, how he managed at times to look into his very soul, perceiving his darkest secrets. Somehow he had determined that Riki had come to accept-even enjoy-being his pet at times. He wondered if Iason knew…that he loved him. With a sigh, he surrendered when the Blondie pulled him close, then began kissing him slowly, softly, melting away all his resistance. Tonight, anyway, he would be Iason's…completely.

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