Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Iason's Naughty Pet ❯ One-Shot

Iason's Naughty Pet

<Ai no Kusabi>

NC-17, explicit yaoi

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.***

It was well after midnight, and in the shadows of the great hall Iason sat alone, brooding. He sipped a glass of wine-his third, replaying the chaos of the day in his mind. Riki had long since fallen asleep, exhausted from the ordeal of his punishment. But Iason was unable to shut down the furious workings of his mind, a thousand thoughts and images pressing into his consciousness, forcing his attention. But in the center of it all, one scene appeared again and again-Katze and Riki, pairing on his bed. He was tortured by the image and yet could not expel it from his mind. No matter how hard he tried, the scene remained, replaying in a merciless loop-his pet's excitement, the sound of his escalating arousal, his praise of Katze, and then, in a horrific finale, Riki's copulation, his moans still taunting him in exaggerated, internal echoes.

Now that his anger had subsided-or more accurately, now that he had finally buried it deep within-he was overwhelmed with a sense of hurt and betrayal. Although Riki had professed to have no feelings for Katze, Iason was deeply jealous of his pet's obvious sexual attraction to him-a man who wasn't even physically still a man, yet who had inspired such lust and excitement in his pet as to entice him into an illicit pairing, despite the obvious risks to them both. In fact, he would have been less jealous if the mongrel had admitted to loving him and but not been so enthusiastic about taking him. It was the intensity of Riki's physical intimacy with Katze that stabbed at him the most. He wanted his pet to show such regard for him…and for him alone.

And then…for Riki to profess his qualified affection for him added a confusing layer to an already complicated tier of emotions when it came to his unruly pet, who he had now come-despite his better judgment, reprimands from Jupiter, and incessant warnings from Raoul-to love. It was entirely this love that fueled his decision to keep his mongrel pet as a permanent member of his household rather than sell him after a year's amusement, as he had always done before-no, as all Blondies did. It was this love that made him forgive Riki's countless transgressions, and even this last, which had been his worst offense since coming to Tanagura. But he was terribly, deeply hurt by it.

He longed for unequivocal devotion from his beloved pet; he envied the bond that Katze and Daryl seemed to share-the fact that they would be willing to subject themselves to his wrath simply to give one another pleasure. And there was something pathetic about their sorry attempt to experience the pleasures of pairing through Riki. It was this, more than anything, that had somewhat stayed his hand against the two lovers after his anger had subsided; had they been anyone else, he would have killed them both without hesitation-although he might have done so out of pure rage had his pet not circumvented his wrath. And Katze-though he felt particularly wounded by Katze's betrayal, Iason viewed him as integral to the Syndicate; he was more than mere "old Furniture" as Raoul called him-he was now a key player in Tanagura's success.

But it was Riki's transgression-not Katze's or Daryl's-that ate away at him, burrowing deep into his soul. Iason found himself in the absurd position of being jealous of Katze-of his pet's physical attraction to him and of the intimacy Riki had shared with him. It was a jealousy so dark and deep-rooted, and so powerful, that the Blondie began to tremble as he sipped his wine, overcome with the intensity of the emotion. And then, in a moment he would never forget, he gasped softly as he felt a burning in his eyes and wiped away a curious wetness onto his shaking fingers.

Tears? Were these…tears? Iason stared at his hand, dumbfounded. He had never cried, not once in his life. No Blondie cried. It was just not part of their genetic makeup-or so he had always presumed. He rubbed the wetness between his fingers, puzzling over it. So. This is what his love for the mongrel had done to him. Reduced him to a common Amoian. How fitting, he mused. And what would Jupiter do…if she knew of her Blondie's tears?

The door hummed open; Daryl had finally returned. He quietly entered, assuming by the darkness that everyone was in bed. When he came into the great hall and saw Iason sitting alone in the dark, he started.

"So. What were his injuries?" Iason asked.

"Four broken ribs…a fr-fractured collarbone, a punctured lung and," Daryl shifted his weight uneasily, "some internal bleeding."

"I assume they're keeping him there?"

"Yes."

The Blondie nodded. "I'll call tomorrow and take care of all the arrangements for his stay." He paused for a moment, then added, softly, "Tanagura Medical is the best facility in all of Amoi."

"Thank you, Sir," Daryl said, his expression betraying some relief at his master's reassurance.

"I want to talk to you, Daryl. Sit down."

Nervously, he sat in a nearby chair, dreading what his master had to say.

For a long moment, the Blondie said nothing, taking another sip of his wine. "What you did today…." He stopped, sighing. "Do you know, I wanted to kill Katze?"

Hanging his head, Daryl nodded. "I'm…I'm so sorry, Master Iason."

"Concerning your evening privileges-I am revoking them for one month."

Daryl looked surprised. "You mean…you're not taking them away permanently?"

"No. One month. But during that month, you are not to see Katze-he is not to come here. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

Noting Daryl's obvious disappointment at being prohibited from seeing Katze, he smiled. "So. It seems the two of you…are quite close?"

Eyes widening, Daryl squirmed a little in his chair, uneasy about being questioned about his intimacy with Katze. "Yes," he whispered.

"There is no crime in that," Iason said, softly. "But you do realize that by engaging with a registered pet, you put all your lives in jeopardy. If I went by the rules, I would report you to Jupiter. But…I think you know better than anyone…I don't go by all the rules."

Uncertain how to reply to this remark, Daryl simply remained silent.

Iason laughed softly. "I see. You are choosing not to confirm or deny. Yes, I realize I am somewhat culpable in all this. I have ordered you to engage in certain…acts…that are not generally done with pets, and so, in this, I perhaps played a part in your folly."

"Master Iason…my role is to do your bidding…whatever that may be."

Perking up at this, Iason set his wine glass down. "Is that so? What if I were to ask you to use some of your computer skills to help me with my work?"

"That…that would-of course I would help you," Daryl stuttered.

"Then what I'm about to talk with you about must be kept in confidence."

"Of course, Sir."

"Well then. Suppose I gave you the coordinates for a certain planet in our galaxy. Would you be able to…get into their global defense systems and, say, determine what sort of weapons they were developing?"

"You want me to hack into classified security channels?"

"Could you do it?"

The grey-eyed youth considered it for a moment. "I could try," he said, finally.

Iason laughed. "You look like you have something to say."

"Forgive me, Master Iason, but why would such information interest you?"

"What interests me is doing business with Alpha Zen, and they are on the cusp of developing an expansive defense system. Knowing what's in the pipeline could help us provide exactly the right package of technology to meet their needs and close the business deal."

"But…wouldn't it be better just to have Jupiter do it?"

"Of course, if Jupiter could access the system, she could find a way in. But every system in the galaxy has their security grid programmed against Jupiter's unique frequency signature. There is simply no way Jupiter could get access to the databases we're after."

Daryl nodded, falling silent for a moment. "So…would I be working for you-doing what Katze does for you?"

"What has Katze told you?" Iason said, sharply.

"Nothing. He doesn't talk about what exactly he does."

The Blondie nodded. "Good. As far as what you'd do-let's just see how this works out. We'll try a little experiment soon. That's all for now."

Surprised at being dismissed so suddenly, Daryl gave a slight bow. "Good night, Iason-sama."

"And Daryl. Bring me an Opiate-6."

"Yes, Sir." Daryl rushed to retrieve the wanted opiate, smiling as he remembered that Katze had given him one for his own pain-he was saving it for bedtime. He felt some sympathy for his Blondie master who was having headaches more and more frequently, ever since he had been poisoned by Agatha.

Iason continued to sit in the darkness for some time, his head now throbbing despite the Opiate-6. He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward, wishing for Riki's strong hands on his shoulders. Almost as if summoned by some supernatural force, his pet came wandering into the great hall. "Why are you still up? Aren't you coming to bed?"

"Soon, pet," came Iason's soft answer.

Riki stood for a moment, studying him. "Do you…have another headache?"

"A touch."

"Want me to rub your shoulders for you?"

Iason sighed. "That would be wonderful, pet."

"Why don't you go lay down in the bed, then. Let's do this properly so you can get to sleep."

Thrilled with the prospect of receiving one of Riki's full-body massages, Iason rose and followed his pet into the bedroom, smiling when the mongrel helped him undress as though he were a child.

"Lie down," he commanded, and with a little smile, added, "I'll be right back." He went to his bedroom and retrieved the massage lotion he had purchased at the pavilion especially for this purpose-the lotion had special qualities that helped the muscles relax. He knew that Iason would love it.

When he returned with the bottle of lotion, Iason blinked, perplexed. "What is that?"

"You'll see. Got it special just for you."

Smiling at his pet's mysterious manner and at his initiative in acquiring something he thought he might like, Iason soon emitted a long sigh when Riki began his magic-working out all his tension and relaxing him so exquisitely that his headache simply faded away, and then his tangled thoughts, and then, the world itself. As he drifted out of consciousness, he was aware of Riki crawling into bed with him and snuggling up close, throwing his leg over him as was his way. It was a peaceful end to what had been an extraordinarily trying day…for them both.

The next morning, he awoke to the sound of Riki's moans.

"Somebody just fucking kill me," his pet groaned.

"Feeling a bit sore today?" Iason couldn't help but take a little satisfaction in his discomfort.

"I can't fucking move. Iason-"

"Don't even ask. The answer is no."

"How do you even know what I was going to ask?" the mongrel demanded.

"You wanted an Opiate-6. Isn't that so?"

"How about an Opiate-3, then?" he asked, meekly.

"No, pet."

"How am I supposed to do anything if I can't move?" he lamented.

"You may soak in the hot tub a bit, if it suits you."

Riki was somewhat pacified by this. "Hell yeah it suits me. That's the first thing I'm going to do…after breakfast." He made as if to get up but Iason pushed him back down.

"No, that's not the first thing you're going to do, and neither is breakfast," he whispered, leaning down to impart a soft kiss, guiding Riki's hand to his erection. "I don't care how you do it, but I want you to pleasure me before we get out of this bed."

"But," Riki protested, "wouldn't it be nicer in the hot tub?"

"I can't wait that long. I'm about ready to ejaculate. Yes…keep stroking me like that."

"You just want me to stroke you? You don't want-"

"Ohhh," Iason moaned. "Riki."

Sensing his master's urgency, the mongrel moved down to try and provide some oral pleasure, but it was clear Iason was so aroused that the slightest movement could set him off. Slowly, he pressed his tongue to the Blondie, swirling it around the tip.

Iason reached down and grabbed his hair. "Pet," he cried, sounding almost anguished.

With deliberate slowness, Riki took his Blondie master partway into his mouth, then began sucking as he wiggled his tongue.

"That's it," Iason whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. He thrust his pelvis up a bit and grabbed Riki's hair a little tighter. "Perfect," he murmured, biting his lip.

Then, arching his back, he began gasping. He closed his eyes and unleashed a long moan that quickly escalated into a cry of release. Suddenly, he pulled Riki's head back so that as he erupted, he could see his essence arc onto his pet's lips. Riki explored the semen with his tongue, sending chills through Iason, whose eyes gleamed as he watched his pet lick up his sex. "Good boy," he whispered, then, after closing his eyes for a few moments and sighing, added, "Now. What does my pet want?"

"Your pet fucking wants breakfast," came Riki's saucy reply.

"Shall I spank you first, you naughty mongrel?"

"Please, I'd rather prefer if you didn't."

"Pet. I did not make an offer you had the right to refuse. If I want you to copulate, you will do so." He pushed Riki onto the bed and began stroking him, activating the pet-ring that brought him into full arousal in a manner of minutes.

Now much more interested in the project, Riki spread his legs apart a little more, thrusting up into Iason's hand with a moan.

Iason smiled, bending over to kiss him on the neck. "Feeling more like cooperating now?"

"Yeah, I wanna come," Riki breathed, his eyes shining with lust.

"Shall I continue like this?" He moved his hand with sensual strokes, relishing his pet's gasps and tiny thrusts.

"Faster…and then lick me a little…I wanna come just almost in your mouth, like we just did."

The Blondie increased his pace, moving down to add his tongue to the stimulation.

"Yeah…like that," Riki moaned, excited. "Just pump it and keep-oh, fuck, yeah. That's it. Ohhh…that's good. Suck me…just a little."

Iason complied, running his tongue along his head as he took his pet into his mouth, sucking slowly.

"Ahh…fuck yeah." Riki grabbed his master's hair and pulled his head back, moaning as his semen pumped out onto Iason's lips and outstretched tongue. "Holy shit," he breathed, his eyes rolling back with ecstasy.

Having released his pent-up essence, he fell back on the bed, groaning a little from his soreness.

"Did my pet like that?" the Blondie asked, softly.

"Fuck yes," Riki admitted, sighing. "But now can I please have some breakfast?"

Iason bent down and kissed his nose. "You're such a little mongrel."

"Yeah? Well…you're…such a Blondie. An evil, cruel Blondie."

"Pets with bruises should take caution before insulting their masters," Iason advised.

"Whatever," Riki mumbled.

Now the Blondie reached down and took hold of his chin. "Don't tell me you're on the path of disobedience today, pet? After everything that happened yesterday?"

His pet sighed in response.

Iason leaned close to him. "Would you like me to call Raoul again?"

"No!" Riki cried in alarm, sitting up.

The Blondie laughed softly. "Then I suggest you show a little more respect."

"It's hard to be respectful when my blood sugar's fucking on empty," his pet replied.

"I'm waiting."

"Oh, fuck. Okay. You win. Master Iason, may I please have my breakfast now?"

"Yes pet, you may," Iason promptly replied, kissing him on the cheek.

The next few days passed in a kind of strained peacefulness. Though master and pet had both forgiven one another, each was suffering from the hurt inflicted by the other, wounds that went deep, and that seemed to fester rather than heal.

* * *

Iason was sleeping. Riki had been watching him for nearly an hour, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful Blondie lying naked his bed, hair sprawled everywhere in silken tangles, his beautiful face peacefully serene. He found something mesmerizing about the sight of his Blondie master so vulnerable, something comforting about the slow rise and fall of his chest, the slight twitching of his fingers. Slowly, he pulled the sheets from Iason's body so he could take in his nude form. Shivering, he marveled over Iason's physical beauty: his perfectly sculpted upper body-his muscular, though not overly bulky, arms and broad chest-his narrow waist and stunningly defined abs, the tantalizing V-hollow of his pelvic region, his gorgeous, well developed-yet lean-long legs. And his…manhood, though now relaxed, still intoxicatingly perfect, its impressive size evident even in his sleeping state. The Blondie, while boasting the most beautiful mane of hair he had ever seen, seemed to have little body hair, his skin a silky-smooth porcelain softness that begged to be touched. And Iason's face, so exquisitely chiseled into pleasing proportions, was breathtaking, his arched eyebrows and long lashes empowering him with an almost feminine beauty that, when paired with his incontrovertible masculinity and virility, produced an extraordinary result: a face that turned heads, that got hearts pounding, that provoked an unequivocal response. Iason Mink was, in short, stunning.

Riki reached down and began stroking himself slowly, expelling a long-held breath, having developed an erection just looking at Iason's sleeping form. The Blondie stirred and then turned over onto his stomach, unconsciously presenting himself openly for his pet's viewing pleasure, his firm, enticingly curved buttocks inviting further scrutiny. His mouth open now as his breathing quickened, Riki's eyes followed the line of the Blondie's body from the curve of his back to the rise of his buttocks, and then the long lines of his thighs.

He was now painfully aroused, so engorged that it was all he could do from moaning. The dark-haired, dark-eyed mongrel bit his lip, spreading his legs apart a little more as he began masturbating with more defined purpose. As his lust escalated, he became consumed with one desire, and one desire only-to take Iason. At that moment, while Iason slept, he was no longer his Blondie master. He was simply a gorgeous man lying naked in his bed, and Riki, feeling unusually bold, decided he was going to fuck him.

His lust fueling his resolve, Riki straddled the Blondie, and, with shaking fingers, quickly penetrated him. Iason immediately woke up with a start and Riki pressed down on his back with all his strength, fucking all the while as fast and hard as he could.

Disoriented, Iason turned as if to buck him off, but Riki grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, wrapping the blonde hair around his arm.

"Don't fucking move," he commanded.

Iason, now more awake, was surprised and then amused by his pet's boldness. "Pet. I'm going to take you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life," he warned.

"Not until I finish fucking you," came the mongrel's saucy reply.

The Blondie could easily overcome his pet at any time, but was delighting in Riki's naughtiness, and so allowed his pet to continue his conquest. He was quickly becoming aroused himself, and began to plan what he would do to the mongrel.

Sensing that Iason was allowing him to complete his objective, Riki slowed his pace a little, now undulating erotically as he took his master with deliberate strokes. He closed his eyes, moaning, relishing the twitches and contractions of the Blondie's anal grip.

"Ohhh," he moaned. "Oh yeah. That's good, Iason…I'm gonna…oh fuck…fuck yes…oh yesss." Eyes rolling back in his head, the mongrel surrendered his essence into the wet embrace of his Blondie master, voicing his ecstasy with a long, low groan.

Waiting a moment for his pet to fully enjoy his copulation, Iason suddenly moved, easily turning and pinning Riki down on the bed.

"What a naughty pet you are," he whispered, leaning down to claim a kiss, prodding the mongrel's mouth open with his own and exploring him hungrily with his tongue. "I hope you realize what happens to pets who take their masters while they're sleeping. It's quite a serious offense."

"Well…it was fucking worth it."

"Oh? Let's see." Now Iason sat up, pulling Riki over his knee. "I warned you… now you're getting that spanking I promised." Bringing his hand down with a sharp smack, he smiled when Riki cried out, annoyed.

"Hey! Dammit, Iason!"

The Blondie spanked him again, this time harder.

"Ow-hey! That fucking hurt!"

"Spankings are supposed to hurt, pet." He struck him again, enjoying Riki's protestations.

"I didn't think you were fucking serious," he complained. "Ow! Fuck!"

"Have I ever made false threats?" This time Iason spanked him full force, like he would if he was seriously punishing his pet.

Riki reacted to this with a yelp of pain. "Shit, Iason. You'd better fucking not spank me for real."

Iason leaned close to his pet. "You're in no position to issue commands. And just to show you who's the master and who's the pet, I think a sound spanking is in order." With that, he proceeded to administer a thorough spanking-not as brutal as he was capable of, but certainly one that hurt-delighting in his pet's squirms and cries.

"Please," Riki pleaded, "oh fuck! I'm sorry, Iason!"

"Now I'm spanking you just because I want to. You're not crying out loud enough, so I'm going to take things up a notch." With that, Iason spanked his pet even harder, eliciting tears of anguish from the punished mongrel. Riki's bottom grew red from his relentless hand, a sight the Blondie found extremely stimulating.

Finally, he stopped, just staring down at his pet, who was sniffing rather pathetically, still bent over his knee.

"Now pet," Iason said, "it's time for some serious fucking." With that, he lifted the mongrel and set him on his feet, pushing his legs apart with his foot.

"Bend over," he instructed. For a moment, the Blondie simply enjoyed the sight of his pet bent over, hands on his thighs, his bottom still red and hot from his spanking. Guiding his ready member into the mongrel's portal, Iason grabbed his pet's wrists and held his arms back, repositioning Riki to get the deepest penetration. Then he made a few small thrusts into his pet, testing his readiness, before plunging in full strength, savoring Riki's hot tightness with a broken moan. "Oh pet," he breathed. "You are always…so perfect."

Riki was still a little pissed off about the spanking, although the new position was intriguing. If Iason were to let go of him, he would fall flat on his face, and that feeling of vulnerability, of being forced to trust in his master's grip, was strangely exciting. He freely admitted it; he enjoyed being fucked by Iason, loved his confidence and indisputable authority, his every vocalization and facial twitch, his unfailing virility. His secret ambition was to make Iason curl his lip in that little sneer Raoul had produced when Riki had been forced to watch them together, a look that had been gnawing at him since that unhappy day.

Iason's grip on his wrists tightened and he shifted his position again, pushing Riki's feet a little wider apart and letting him drop closer to the floor. His gasps and then quiet moans told his pet that he was reaching his critical point. Throwing his head back, eyes closed, the Blondie suddenly cried out, almost startling his pet, who had never heard him vocalize his pleasure with such enthusiasm or volume.

"That was…exquisite," Iason whispered, finally.

"Sounded like it," Riki said, then added, a little mischievously, "this just proves you're a total pervert. Getting all excited after spanking me."

"Shall I spank you again, my insolent pet?"

"Thanks but…I'll pass."

Now Iason withdrew and pulled Riki to him, turning him around, and leaning down to offer a soft kiss. His pet returned the kiss, and for some time they just stood together thus, drinking in each other.

Later that same day, Iason decided to approach Daryl about something that had been on his mind for some time. Riki was up in the hot tub, so it was the opportunity he wanted to corner Daryl alone.

Daryl startled when he saw Iason standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a room he rarely entered.

"Master Iason. Can I…get you something?"

"I want to ask you something about that day," Iason said, simply.

Daryl shifted his weight, nervous, knowing exactly what his master meant by `that day.' "Yes, Sir?"

"I want you to tell me why the two of you chose Riki-I'm sure you could have paid for what you wanted at one of the open clubs. Why take such a risk with my pet?"

"Just because…we were both comfortable with him. I had done…things with him, under your orders, so he seemed like the best choice, since Katze had already been with him, too."

As soon as he uttered this statement, Daryl realized his error, horrified.

Iason was quiet for a moment. "Katze…had already been with him, too," he said slowly, with deliberate emphasis. The look on Daryl's face told him that his suspicions, which had been eating at him for some time, were correct-it was Katze who his pet had engaged sexually with at the open club, not a total stranger as he had professed.

"So. It was Katze that night at Serendipity."

Unable to lie directly to Iason when his master was questioning him in such a manner, Daryl bowed his head, saying nothing.

"I see. Your silence answers for you." Iason gave a great sigh. "Then Riki has lied to me, and you have all deceived me. Now I must once again determine how you are to be punished."

`Yes, Iason-sama," Daryl replied, hanging his head.

With that, Iason turned on his heel and left, returning to his favorite chair where he had been reading a book on ancient philosophy. He had quite lost his interest in it, but pretended to read it nevertheless, waiting for Riki to finish with his soak and come back downstairs. He knew his pet would immediately gravitate to the balcony for a smoke and he intended to intercept him before he could partake in that small pleasure. His anger mounting, the Blondie stared blankly at the pages of his book, growing increasingly incensed over his pet's lie.

Finally, Riki came wandering into the hall, seeming very relaxed from his soak, wearing only a robe. As Iason had predicted, he was making for the balcony, a pack of smokes and lighter in hand.

"Riki."

His pet stopped, looking toward him.

"Come here."

"Can't I just smoke first?"

Iason slammed his book shut. "Come here-NOW."

A little surprised with his master's harsh tone and manner, he approached him hesitantly.

"Sit." Iason pointed to his lap.

Crawling onto his lap, his pet waited, wondering what the Blondie wanted. Iason confiscated his smokes and lighter, placing them on the chair-side table.

"Hey!"

"Riki. I want you to tell me about the night you went to Serendipity."

Pausing for a moment, the mongrel replied, casually, "I was pretty drunk…I don't remember much."

"Who were you with that night?"

"I…told you, just some local. I don't know his name or anything."

"I see. You…don't know his name."

"No," his pet answered, squirming a bit.

"Riki," Iason said softly. "I already know it was Katze. I wanted to give you another opportunity to confess to me, but you chose instead to continue with your deception."

"Fuck," the mongrel breathed.

"Once again, it seems I must punish you. This is becoming rather tedious, pet. And I don't know about you, but I could use some variety in our discipline sessions. So. We're going to take a little trip to the pavilion. Go get dressed."

With that, Riki scrambled to his feet as Iason rose, then put on some clothes, cursing at himself all the while. He heard a familiar jingling sound and sighed.

Iason collared his pet and cuffed him to his arm. As much as Riki despised being in chains, he knew better than to irritate his Blondie master with complaints when he was already pissed. He accompanied Iason down to the pavilion, head hanging down, as other unchained pets gazed at him. It seemed to him everyone in the complex was laughing at him.

The Blondie said nothing the entire walk, yanking on his chain every now and then for no apparent reason other than to communicate his extreme displeasure with his pet. Riki remained silent, too, knowing that it was futile to try and apologize or beg at this point. He was in for more punishment and there was nothing he could do about it. And he found that, for some reason, he didn't mind as much as he thought he would. Some dark part of him missed his master's punishing arm, though he was certain, before the day was over, he would feel differently. The only thing he fervently hoped was that Iason would not call Raoul.

They entered the shop that was restricted to Blondies and pets that accompanied them-one that Riki had peered in many times, curious. As soon as they walked inside, attendants came running.

"Lord Iason," one of them said, bowing. "An honor. Can we help you find something?"

Lord Iason? Riki fought the urge to laugh at the title "Lord." Iason, immediately sensing his mirth, shot him a warning glance and he quickly put on a more somber expression.

"I'm not sure what I want yet, so I will just look around a bit."

The attendant glanced at Riki with a knowing smile. Blondies only brought naughty pets into the shop, ones that were going to be punished. And everyone knew there was no pet naughtier than Iason Mink's Riki.

The mongrel gazed around the store in disbelief. It was filled with every sort of disciplinary device imaginable, from kasey-whips, straps and taming sticks to chains and T-stands. Iason led him through the store to a display of aerodynamic paddles.

"I'm leaning toward something like this," Iason said. "What do you think, pet? Have you ever been paddled before?"

"No," he whispered.

"These are all designed to encourage maximum velocity. See the holes? I've heard they're quite unpleasant. Just a few strokes should do it."

"How…how many strokes?" Riki asked, meekly.

"I haven't decided yet. So. Which one do you like?"

His pet stared at him, eyes starting to flash darkly. "None of them."

"Good. That's quite the answer I'd hoped for. All the same, pick one. We're not leaving here until you do."

Sighing, the mongrel scanned the rows of paddles, instinctively looking for the smallest one, and was about to select it. Then, he hesitated, his pride kicking in. Why should he give Iason the pleasure of seeing his fear? Summoning up his courage, he pointed to the most alarming looking paddle, an immense instrument of pain that he knew even Iason would not have selected.

Surprised, Iason picked it up, his hands shaking slightly. For some reason, his pet's choice sent a surge of excitement through him. It was almost as though Riki was deliberately taunting him to deliver maximum pain.

"Let's try it out, shall we?" he said, leading his pet to the target pole.

"You mean…in…here?" Riki glanced around at the other customers in the store, mortified.

"Just one swat to test it out. Put your hands on the pole."

Iason uncuffed himself from his pet so that he could use both hands to deliver the blow. As Riki clutched the pole with trembling fingers, his Blondie master took a big swing and unleashed the paddle on his bottom full strength. Riki cried out in agony, despite his embarrassment at drawing attention to himself. The Blondies in the store smiled and continued shopping.

"Oh fuck," Riki sobbed, in despair, now deeply regretting his choice.

Iason smiled at his pet's obvious surprise at the intensity of the blow. "This should do nicely, I think," he said.

An attendant, apparently lurking until Iason had found what he was looking for, approached him. "Have you found something you like, Lord Iason?"

This time the appellation of "Lord" did not seem nearly as funny to the mongrel, who rubbed his ass grumpily.

"Yes. I'll take this."

"Yes, Sir. Sir Yousi says you are to have whatever you wish, free of charge."

"Give Yousi my regards," Iason said, knowing full well Yousi was hiding in the back, afraid to show his face.

Cuffing himself once again to his pet, Iason led him outside. "So, pet. What did you think of that store? Quite a selection, wouldn't you say?"

"It's all fucked up shit for you Blondie sadistic fucks, in my opinion," Riki replied, no longer caring if he annoyed Iason, since it was clear he was really getting it this time anyway.

Iason stopped. They were in the middle of the walkway, and he pulled Riki close to whisper in his ear, pressing the paddle suggestively to his backside while he spoke. "If you mean that I'm going to enjoy punishing you, you're right. I've had it with you, Riki. It's time for some serious discipline. I have half a mind to call Raoul."

Breathing a little faster, his pet now changed his tone. "Please…please don't call Raoul. I want YOU to punish me. Please, Iason. And afterwards I'll…I want to pleasure you, however you want-you can fuck me as hard as you want. Please."

Feeling a surge of carnal agitation from his pet's begging and promises of sexual favors, the Blondie swallowed a few times before responding. "Oh yes. I fully intend to take you when we're through. I'm quite looking forward to it."

He straightened up, now quite anxious to get on with the day's agenda. Their pace quickened as they reached the penthouse, and once they stepped inside, Iason immediately led Riki to the dining room table, uncuffing himself, and tugging down his pet's pants.

"Bend over."

Riki obeyed, his upper body resting on the table. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Iason had removed his cloak and let it drop on the floor. Then, gripping the paddle with both hands, and without any further prolegomena to punishment, he swung-striking his pet with a loud whack. Riki voiced his complete anguish, desperately trying to steel himself for another blow. Then…whack! Another punishing strike, accompanied by an even more pathetic cry. Iason brought his arms back again, then swung with all his might. This time his pet's cry had evolved into a scream. The Blondie paused for a moment, wiping sweat from his lip.

"Oh fuck! Please stop, Iason!" the mongrel pleaded. "I can't…take any more."

"You'll take it, pet, for as long as I give it. How dare you lie to me!" Whack!

"Master Iason, please!"

"You're only half way there, Riki. You have four more to go."

"No!" Riki cried. "You don't know…how fucking much this hurts."

"You're telling me about what hurts? How do you think I felt when I found out you LIED TO ME?" Whack!

Now Riki, in utter agony from this new form of punishment, made a desperate attempt to flee the scene. Iason immediately grabbed him and held him down on the table.

"You've just earned yourself one more, pet," he said, sternly. "Move again and I'll add three more."

Resigned to his fate, Riki tried to submit to his punishment, all the while kicking himself for choosing such an evil implement of pain.

"So it was twice with Katze!" Whack!

Iason was thoroughly enjoying his pet's misery and loved administering the punishing blows to his bare bottom, which was now a blistering red.

"If you so much as touch him again, I'll have Raoul paddle you-as many strikes as he wants!" Whack!

Gritting his teeth, Riki steeled himself for the next blow. Just two more, he thought. Yet his master's next strike was more than he could bear, the pain making his eyes roll back as he cried out in a hoarse, broken sob.

Iason paused again, repositioning the paddle in his hand. This was the last strike. And he was going to make it burn. Swinging his arms with furious velocity, he hit his pet so hard it finally broke the skin, tiny droplets of blood welling up as Riki released his most tormented cry of all.

"And if you ever lie to me again, about the smallest thing," Iason warned, "I'll do this again, with double the blows."

The Blondie watched his pet as he lay sobbing on the table, looking very disinclined to move. He decided he would simply take his pet where he was. Unfastening his trouser flap, he stroked himself for a few moments-still holding his paddle-enjoying the sight of his limp, punished pet bent over the table, forced into submission. Within seconds he was fully aroused. He slammed the paddle down on the table, startling Riki, and positioned himself behind him, probing him to gain entry. With a low, broken moan, he penetrated him slowly, savoring the resistance within. His pet was always hot and tight, but never more so than right after being severely punished. Riki did not resist and, as Iason's pleasure swelled, his pet's tears diminished. He enjoyed being fucked by the Blondie, and somehow, now that the pain of the punishment had subsided, he felt strangely aroused by the thought of how his master must have looked as he swung the paddle with such devastating force. Iason had been extremely pissed off. He puzzled over his own growing arousal, wondering why his master's anger sometimes excited him.

Iason pulled back on his hips and Riki took the opportunity to move back from the table and tend to his developing erection, stroking himself as the Blondie gave him a good fucking. Both of them were rising on the same path to completion, with almost synchronized gasps and moans.

"Oh pet," Iason whispered. He was surprised that Riki was so aroused after such brutal discipline, but it pleased him.

"I love it when you fuck me," Riki replied, sending the Blondie over the edge.

Whipping his head back, Iason ejaculated into his pet's tight embrace, his lips parting to emit a long, breathy moan that betrayed the intensity of his climax. Riki was coming, too, uttering his usual affirmations, his semen spraying onto the table.

"Fucking yes! Oh yeah," the mongrel moaned. "Fuck yeah."

The Blondie pulled out and fastened his trousers, then emitted a long sigh. "So, pet. Do you think we can go an entire week without my having to punish you?"

"Probably not," Riki admitted.

Iason smiled. At least his pet had learned not to lie to him.

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