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

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

Iason's Penthouse
<Ai no Kusabi>
NC-17, explicit yaoi
Iason x Riki; Raoul x Anori; Raoul (solo); Enyu (solo)

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.***

Author’s Note: Special thanks to Alaskan Blue for inspiring a change in direction for Riki’s character.

Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Iason stole into the penthouse, anxious to give Raoul a little surprise. He wasn’t expected back so soon, but his trip to Urus had been truncated by a small uprising outside the convention center. It was time for some payback for all Raoul’s little pranks, like the time he slipped a live panther lizard into his glass of wine, or when he switched the connection codes on the command center so that he called Jupiter rather than Raoul, much to his mortification--and her delight. The penthouse was dark; evidently Raoul and Ambassador Anori were both already asleep. He slipped into the bedroom, surprised to find it empty, the bed still made.

A muffled laugh caught his attention and he froze, confused. It came from…the observatory?

Katze approached him then, barefoot, attired only in his loose pajama bottoms. His adolescent charm was announced with a formidable yawn and glazed-over eyes that appeared to still be dreaming. “You’re back early, Master.” His voice was raspy from sleep. “Do you…need anything?”

“Where’s Raoul?”

“Um. Master. You…should know something,” Katze hedged, running his hand through his hair as he tried to think how to tell him. He had been watching Raoul and Anori flirt for days and was wise enough to know their interactions were inappropriate, to say the least. “About Sir Raoul. And…Ambassador Anori.”

The Blondie studied him, and Katze’s eyes told him everything.

“Impossible.” Now Iason made for the spiral staircase that led to the observatory, heart pounding. His temples pulsed as they only did when he was stressed. Each step he took made him a little angrier than the step before as the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking became more distinct.

Finally he reached the top of the stairs. The doorway was open, and there, in the hot tub, was Raoul…with Ambassador Anori Khosi, engaged in coitus. Anori was bent over the edge of the tub--Raoul’s favorite position--and Raoul was taking him with shameless enthusiasm. Both of them were glistening wet, the fire in the old-fashioned hearth casting everything in an erotic glow. Overhead the night sky was clear, stars bright and glittering, the rising twin moons full and swollen orange-red like ripe forbidden fruit.

“You feel so good,” Raoul averred, running a hand down Anori’s back, then wrapping his long dark hair around his arm.

“I want it harder,” Anori hissed. “Harder, Raoul!”

Groaning, Raoul obliged him, thrusting violently.

“That’s it!”

“Spread your legs more!” Raoul demanded, assisting this project with his knees, and then his hands to spread him more. “Oh yes…beautiful!”

“Raoul,” Anori moaned. He had never been so exquisitely taken in his life. Raoul’s gorgeous thighs flexed with each thrust, hypnotizing him as he twisted around to watch his acquisition. It was all too much; closing his eyes, he began his ascent, lips parting, his gasps becoming urgent cries as Raoul began grunting and growling.

As for Raoul, his lust for the exotic dignitary from Alpha Zen had clouded his reason and blinded him to what he was jeopardizing. He knew he was being unfaithful, but with Iason gone his needs were mounting, and Anori’s seduction was intoxicating. The Ambassador had taunted him by throwing off his robe and then making for the observatory, naked, looking back over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow, his lip curling into a naughty smile. Raoul had followed like a predator after his young prey, knowing, as he disrobed and joined Anori in the hot tub, that the outcome could only be one thing: a thoroughly delicious fuck. All he could think about was sinking into Anori’s depths; he never once seriously considered the consequences.

Iason felt as though his heart had stopped. He simply stood, watching the copulation of Raoul and Anori in complete disbelief, hurt, and rage. Unable to speak or even move, he witnessed what no lover should ever see--his betrayal in progress.

The illicit union was now celebrated with the sex cries of the young lovers as they climaxed, almost in perfect unison. It was a sound that would forever haunt Iason. Backing up, he crept down the stairs, trying to still his mind. A thousand thoughts whispered as the disturbing images of their congress replayed again and again; Iason felt as if his world had been cut into pieces.

And he felt…rage. The wrath that only a betrayed lover feels…an all-consuming fury that demands retribution.

He would have his blood-vengeance.

With deliberate stealth, he stole to Anori’s room, overriding the lock codes to gain access. Then…he waited.

* * *

Groaning, Katze opened his eyes, confused when he realized he was in Daryl’s room. The last thing he remembered was Iason’s face…and before that, the unbelievable hell of his whipping. Now he was lying facedown, and his back…he groaned again, overcome with excruciating pain.

Riki crouched down next to him, smiling. “You’re still alive. I was a little worried there for a moment.”

“Please…fucking kill me,” he whispered.

“Can’t do it. Daryl would have a little fit and chain me up again.”

“It’s…unbearable.”

Now Riki leaned in close. “Where’s your stash? I know you have something.”

“In the closet. Daryl’s housecoat--right pocket. Get me a Seven.”

Grinning, Riki went to explore Katze’s hoard of contraband, locating the Opiate-7 with amazement. “I thought these were banned,” he marveled. “I didn’t even know you could still find these.”

“If it’s out there…I can find it,” Katze gasped. “Hurry up.”

“Are you sure this won’t kill you? Because if you overdose Iason will attach a permanent spanking device to my ass.”

Katze chuckled weakly. “Riki…I pop ‘em all the time, just for kicks.”

“Ooo. Aren’t you the tough one.” Riki shook his head at Katze’s rashness, wondering what Daryl thought of his recreational forays. “I’ll get you a drink.”

“Don’t need it. Just stick it in my mouth.”

“Now that’s what got you into this mess in the first place,” Riki quipped.

“Smartass.” Katze smiled, then winced. “Fucking hurry up.”

Riki gave him the opiate, nodding when he swallowed it with ease. “Impressive. No wonder you were so good.”

Katze answered this with a groan, his back starting to throb.

“So do you still think it was worth it, sucking me off?”

“Hell no,” Katze snorted. “Don’t think for a minute I really meant that, you little brat.”

“I was gonna say. Because what would Daryl think?”

“I just wanted to go down with some dignity.”

Riki smiled, remembering Katze’s eleventh hour defiance with admiration. “That you did. It was fucking brilliant. You should have seen Iason’s face when you said that. He was pissed as hell.”

“So I gathered. I thought he would fucking kill me.”

“He almost did. I saved you, by the way.”

“Don’t expect any rewards, dumbass--you already got yours.”

Riki laughed. “I know. If anything I should be sucking you off.”

Katze sighed dramatically. “Here we go. Rubbing it in again. But it’s just as well I can’t accept your offer. I’m taken, you know.”

“How’s Daryl?” Riki asked, suddenly recollecting that Katze had visited him.

“Better, actually. He’ll be released in two days.”

“Does that mean you’ll be leaving?” Riki was a little disappointed, although he was anxious to see Daryl.

“Not for awhile. He’ll need to rest, so I’ll be here while he’s recovering.”

“Oh. I see,” Riki said, grinning, “and my guess is he’ll have a very long recovery while you’re staying in his bed.”

Katze laughed at this. He was starting to feel…much better.

“It’s kicking in, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes.”

“Oh! You fucking missed it. Cat-boy really got it today. Iason spanked him raw--you should have heard him howl!”

“Mmmm,” Katze smiled.

“You’re getting sleepy?”

“Yeah.” Then he perked up. “The accelerator, Riki.”

“Did it.”

“Yeah?” Katze sighed, closing his eyes and drifting off into poppy-filled dreamscapes.

Riki reached down and brushed the hair from Katze’s eyes. He looked at his whipped backside, shivering. From his back down to his thighs, his skin was torn with the fruits of Iason’s fury, lash marks that cut deep into the beautiful youth’s flesh. He admired Katze for insisting on acceleration despite its mind-numbing pain and hoped, for his sake, that he would escape massive scarring. Daryl would not care, he knew--but Katze would.

Rising, he went out to smoke, heading for the pool area. As he approached, he became excited by the sound of water--Iason was having the pools filled as he had promised. Stepping out onto the balcony, he was pleasantly surprised by the gurgling of the fountains, which had been turned on. Already a tiny orange miramer had found the fountain and was taking a bath, shaking its beautiful plumage in the fresh water.

A stone bench beneath an awning that extended from the roof captured his interest, and he sat down, staring at the waning moons, golden crescents suspended in the curtain of darkness, the new moon only two days away. He lit a smoke and enjoyed the view. The stars filled the sky like glittering crystals, and Riki studied them, trying to find a constellation he knew. Icaria was the one Guy had taught him, and now he scanned the sky, searching for it.

“Are you looking for something, pet?” Iason asked, softly.

“Bloody hell,” Riki yelped, startled. “You’re too damned quiet. You should wear a fucking bell or something.”

“That would defeat the purpose of spying on you. What are you looking for?”

“This one constellation…Icaria.”

Iason looked up and immediately pointed to it. “See the five stars in a straight line, and then the cluster of stars above it? Work your way up from there.”

“I see it! That’s it!! The one with the huge hard-on!”

The Blondie chuckled, sitting down next to him and crossing his legs gracefully.

“It’s really nice out here, Iason. Oh! Thanks for filling the pools. I can’t wait to go for a swim. These fountains…are really cool. I saw a little…orange bird.”

“An orange miramer. They only come out at night.”

“It was taking a bath in one of the fountains. And what’s this for?” Riki pointed to a depression on the deck that was a few feet deep. “It looks like a bathtub.”

“A pond. I used to keep koi and kruska in it.”

“Can we fill it?” Riki asked, excited. “And put fish in it?”

“The landscapers are coming tomorrow. They’ll bring plants and fill up the pond.” Iason had decided that if the guest wing was going to be in use, he would restore it to its original glory; it had been nothing short of a little paradise, almost an enchanted garden, and he had to admit that he missed it. And although he still felt keenly when he thought about what had happened, it was time that he learned to move on. He had long since forgiven Raoul, and now he needed to forgive…himself.

“This is fucking awesome out here. Why did you keep all this sealed up so long?”

Iason remained silent, averting his eyes.

Sensing that he had once again touched a sensitive subject, Riki quickly shifted gears. “I thought you were gonna kill Katze.”

“His punishment fit his crime,” Iason replied, firmly, studying the stars.

“So, that’s it? His punishment fit his crime…that’s all you’re going to say?”

Now the Blondie turned to him, staring at him with such dark, angry intensity that Riki instinctively flinched.

“Riki. What happened that night at Serendipity…and later at the penthouse…can never happen again. If it does, I don’t care who it is. He will die screaming.” Iason’s eyes glittered cold, like frozen ice over a mourning sea.

Shivering, the mongrel made no reply, his eyes locked with Iason’s for an endless moment. He had no doubt that Iason’s threat was real.

“So you see, pet. It’s up to you. If you ever solicit another man’s sex, you are sending him to his death.”

For a long time neither of them spoke. Iason’s gaze was steady, unwavering, communicating all his anger and pain over Riki’s illicit congress with Katze.

Riki tossed his smoke over the ledge, sighing. “You know, Iason, sometimes…you can be a bit…intense. What you need is a good fucking.” Now he smiled, resting his hand on the Blondie’s thigh and then caressing him. “And I’m just the man to do it.”

Immediately responding to his touch, Iason relaxed, smiling.

“We’re going to go into my bedroom and finish looking through that box. And after that I have all sorts of plans for you, my naughty Blondie.”

With that he pulled Iason toward him for a long, languid kiss, running his hands through the Blondie’s heavenly soft, fragrant hair. Sliding his hand up Iason’s thigh, Riki ascertained his readiness, encouraging his arousal with the palm of his hand. Breaking away, the mongrel gifted him with a drop-dead sexy, seductive stare, sending Iason’s heart pattering fast.

With a half smile, Riki smacked Iason’s thigh with authority. “Let’s go.”

* * *

Raoul spent the day drifting in and out of sleep, oscillating between pain and ecstasy as one opiate wore off and another set in. The pain was worse now than it had been when he was first punished, it seemed; his body throbbed and ached and stung and burned. He was sweating, his metabolism accelerated from his injuries naturally, and additionally from the accelerator Yui had applied.

As he moved into awareness, he was comforted by Yui’s touch, the cool cloth he placed so gently on his brow, his slow, soothing strokes as he brushed out his hair, something Raoul absolutely adored.

And there was an erotic dream involving Yui…he saw the beautiful youth kneeling before him, pleasuring him with his mouth and tongue…and then, as Raoul reached a higher state of consciousness, he remembered that it had not been a dream, but that Yui had submitted fully and eagerly to his demands.

But there were nightmares, too. Iason standing over him with a whip, and pain--lots of pain. He saw a paddle…felt its excruciating blows…and there was burning…and so much blood, Iason’s hands covered with it, his bodysuit drenched, and Anori wasn’t moving. Headmaster Konami’s belt ate into his flesh; he tried not to cry out, but his mouth opened without his will. Iason cried out, too, with every strike. And then he had Iason pinned to the billiard table, sinking into him…and they were in the hot tub…Iason over the ledge…his long dark hair wrapped around his arm…Anori Khosi, the lovely Anori, like an exotic fruit that needed plucking…broken and cold, bloody and sweet…burning, searing pain…the mongrel screamed out exquisitely with every strike of the paddle, begging and pleading…so tight, his flesh torn as Raoul shafted him mercilessly…and somehow the Interceptor hadn’t worked…a pox on that fucking Omaki Ghan.

He groaned, thrashing in his bed, then opened his eyes.

“There now.” Yui comforted him by stroking his brow. “Turn back onto your stomach.”

Raoul pulled him down onto the bed, holding him, ignoring the pain of pressure on his back. Yui trembled in his arms.

* * *

“Can I get you a drink?” Riki offered with affected nonchalance, secretly thrilled with his new private bar.

“Wine would be lovely, my darling Riki.”

Giving him a bewildered look at the new appellation “darling,” the mongrel proceeded to open his cabinets, searching for a bottle of wine.

“You do realize, pet, that you are only allowed ONE drink each evening, and only after 8:00, just as before?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Riki scowled. Here he was trying to play the host, and already Iason was thrusting reality into his little fantasy. “Here we go!” He pulled out a bottle of wine, peering at it, then whistling. “This stuff is…over twenty years old!” He held up a bottle of White Moon, grinning. “Isn’t this your favorite?”

“A very fine wine. Not my favorite.”

His pet frowned. “What’s your favorite?”

“A wine that comes from Aristia. Red Emperor. Very difficult to come by.”

“Oh.” Riki’s disappointment was so obvious that Iason laughed.

“White Moon is my third favorite, after Icarian Amber, also rather rare.” He smiled. “A glass of White Moon would be heavenly, love.”

Now Riki stared at the top of the bottle, perplexed, wondering what to do next.

Iason laughed. “What, have you never opened a wine bottle before?”

“No, we didn’t get a lot of fancy White Icarian Emperor crap in the slums.”

Amused, Iason rose from his chair and joined him at the bar. “As my pet, you need to know how to open a bottle of wine,” he said, his voice silky smooth. “Open that drawer there and find the cork-screw.”

Picking up the strange-looking instrument, Riki grinned. “Bet this could do some damage…somewhere.”

Standing behind him, Iason took hold of his hands, guiding him. “You put the tip in, like this. Push here…and then firmly press these levers down…like this.”

With a soft pop, the cork was extracted.

“Cool! I’m opening it next time.”

Now Iason pressed his body up against Riki’s, bending to nuzzle his cheek and then gently kiss his neck.

Setting the bottle on the bar counter, the beautiful mongrel closed his eyes, his body seeming to melt with Iason’s mere touch. The Blondie wrapped his arms around him, then reached down to fondle him.

“Hold on.” Riki grabbed his hand, pushing him away. “Not yet. I want to finish going through Omaki’s box.”

“As you wish, pet,” the Blondie whispered, “but don’t make me wait too long. I’m anxious for you.”

“You’ll just have to wait, won’t you? Now sit down,” he commanded.

Amused with his pet’s domineering manner, Iason humored him, returning to his chair to wait, somewhat impatiently, for the evening’s diversions to begin.

After pouring Iason a glass of wine--a bit of bourbon for himself--Riki joined him on the sofa to explore the contents of the box.

First he dug through the box until he found the bondage cords he’d already discovered, showing them to Iason with a glint in his eyes. “You’re getting tied up tonight.”

The Blondie answered this with a little smile, enjoying Riki’s enthusiasm.

“And I’m using this,” he asserted, holding up the stimulator he’d experimented with the previous day.

When Iason did not object, Riki added it to the bondage cords, grinning.

Next the mongrel pulled out a flogger, its black leather tails tipped with tiny beads. “How about this?” he asked, hopefully.

Iason gave him a look that conveyed his contempt for Riki having even suggested it. “Certainly not.”

Annoyed, Riki tossed it aside. “I bet you’ll use it on ME though,” he grumbled.

“Not if you obey me, pet,” came Iason’s silky smooth reply, as he sipped on his wine.

The mongrel rolled his eyes, as though this wasn’t even an option.

“Ooo! Nipple torture!” Riki held up two formidable looking clips, snapping them open and shut menacingly. “Please?”

“Very well,” the Blondie agreed. “Just this once.”

Thrilled to have his master’s consent for something else from Omaki’s box of salacious toys, Riki put the clips aside on the foot table, adding to what he hoped would become a much larger pile.

Next he pulled out a large collar and leash, grinning. “This looks way too big for me.”

Iason shook his head at Omaki’s sense of humor. “All right, pet.”

Victorious, the mongrel added the collar to the pile.

“What about this?” Riki held up a rather innocuous-looking strap which the mongrel knew first-hand would be much more painful than it appeared.

The Blondie nodded, uncrossing his legs. He was becoming a bit impatient, his arousal starting to mount. His pet added the strap to his pile, trying to hide his excitement.

“Oh! And this!” Riki pulled out a long, wicked-looking Headmaster’s cane.

“No, Riki.”

As he attempted to toss it aside, Iason held out his hand. “Pet,” he demanded, snapping his fingers. The mongrel relinquished the cane reluctantly, slamming it into his master’s waiting hand.

“Ohhh,” Iason laughed brokenly. “Watch yourself, Riki.”

“What are these?” His pet puzzled over several suede cords with beaded tassels.

“Hair ties. For braids.”

Completely uninterested, Riki threw these over his shoulder, now discovering a skimpy leather outfit of straps and buckles, seductively open at critical areas. He jumped up, excited when he realized it was Blondie-sized.

“Put this on,” he commanded, throwing it at Iason, who let it land untouched on his lap as he sipped his wine.

“Enough. Let’s get on with it, Riki.”

Riki put his hands on his hips. “Obey me or suffer the consequences.”

Chuckling, the Blondie put down his glass, then undressed, examining the outfit with confusion until he discovered how it was to be worn. It was composed of leather straps fastened together with buckles and provided little coverage, revealing mostly his skin as well as his genitals and buttocks. He silently cursed Omaki as he struggled to get it on, feeling ridiculous in it.

Riki was absolutely thrilled, finding Iason unbelievably sexy and pet-like. He grinned at his master’s developing erection. “Now this.” He tossed him the collar with the leash.

“You do realize, pet,” the Blondie warned as he donned the wanted prop, “that next week everything will be back to normal.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Riki said dismissively. He was perfectly aware of this, which was why he planned to do everything he could while he had the chance. Pointing toward the bedroom, he issued his next command. “Get in there. Now.”

“As you wish, Master Riki,” Iason played along, slowly walking toward the bedroom, unknowingly giving his pet an enticing view of his firm ass erotically framed with strips of leather.

Adjusting himself after a sudden surge to his loins, Riki gathered his toys and followed Iason, closing the door behind them.

The Blondie looked to him for instruction.

"Turn around," Riki ordered, then tied Iason's wrists tightly behind his back. "Okay now. Sit on the edge of the bed."

Iason obeyed, sucking in his breath a little when Riki attached the clips to his nipples. The mongrel observed his master's growing erection with dismay. "This is supposed to hurt...are you getting off on this?" he demanded, hand on hip, his other hand gripping the leash.

The Blondie laughed then, unable to keep a straight face when confronted with his pet's indignation. "I am sorry, pet. It is not a response I can...control."

"MASTER Riki," he corrected. "You're MY pet tonight."

"Of course, Master Riki." Iason tried his best to regain his composure, but found his pet so adorable he was ready to burst.

"Oh, you think this is funny? I know what. Let's see how YOU like it when you're so turned on you're about to die...but don't get to come."

Making good on his threat, he emptied some of Omaki's oil onto his hand, then began applying it to Iason's already matured erection, eliciting gasps of delight from the aroused Blondie.

"Feels good, does it?" Now Riki intensified his strokes, speeding up just enough to get Iason excited without actually pushing him past his critical point.

Iason closed his eyes, enjoying the incredibly erotic sensation of being sexually tormented by his pet; the cords ate into his flesh and his nipples were starting to burn, but Riki's hand was relentless and pulled him where he wanted to be, he was almost there, yes, just a little bit more....

Suddenly, Riki let go, and simply stood there, grinning down at him with his arms across his chest. "How does THAT feel?"

"Keep going," he said, sharply, angry that Riki had brought him so close and then intentionally stopped.

"A little frustrated are we? You wouldn't care too much for a pet ring then, I think? I won't be taking orders from you this evening, PET, so get on your knees and bend over the bed." Riki picked up the strap, and snapped it between his hands with a mischievous smile.

For a moment Iason hesitated, tempted to call off the evening and just take Riki hard like he wanted to. But he had promised his pet seven nights. And after everything Riki had been through, he deserved it.

He found it a little awkward getting down on his knees with his wrists bound, and the mongrel did not help him, except to remove the clips from his nipples. Once he was in position, he turned to see that Riki was pacing behind him, the strap hanging down by his side, swaying as the mongrel flicked it in anticipation of disciplining him.

In fact, Riki was enjoying the view so much that he was contemplating skipping the discipline and going straight to the sex. The sight of Iason bound so submissively, his hair in soft tangles all over the bed, his ass positioned for discipline and conquest, sent blood rushing to his loins.

But he wasn't about to seriously give up an opportunity to release a little pent-up rage and frustration. Iason had punished him plenty...now it was time for some payback.

"Pet," he announced, "you're being punished just because I fucking feel like it." With that, he unleashed the strap on the Blondie's bare backside with an immensely satisfying snap.

Iason did not cry out, but he flinched, a little surprised at how much it hurt. When the second strike hit him, his lips parted, and with the third strike, he issued a breathy sound--barely audible, though Riki heard it, relishing it. Then he commenced with a thorough strapping, and it wasn't long before Iason began crying out and then put a halt to it.

"Enough, Riki."

Ignoring him at first, the mongrel continued his punishment, feeling it was unfair for Iason to have the option of cutting his punishment short when things got uncomfortable.

"Riki!" Now his tone was uncompromising, angry.

Reluctantly, he stopped, smiling at his handiwork. The Blondie's bottom and thighs were red with strap marks--he felt certain he had produced a few welts.

"When I say stop, you'll stop!" Iason snapped.

"Yeah, okay." Now Riki picked up the phallic-like stimulator toy and, after turning it on to the warm vibration setting, pressed it up against his portal, gently probing, penetrating slightly. "How's this?"

Iason closed his eyes, sighing. "Nice. Keep going."

"Like...this?" With gentle thrusts, Riki inserted the toy further into the Blondie, until finally he was almost fully inside.

"Mmmm."

"Let's try the G-wave setting," Riki suggested, playing with the panel on the end of the toy.

Iason yelped, then cried out, loudly.

"Oh shit," the mongrel muttered, fumbling to turn it off. "That was Shock."

"Riki!" Iason bellowed.

"It wasn't on purpose!"

"Take it out, now!"

"Wait...I promise you'll like it," Riki pleaded, managing to find the G-wave setting. "See?"

Relaxing, Iason now moaned, then shuddered, overcome with pleasurable sensations.

"There we go," his pet whispered. "That feels good, right?"

"Yes," Iason conceded. "Riki."

"Yeah?"

"No more playing around. I need to come, so do...whatever you need to do...and then I'm taking you."

"Oh all right. You're no fun," the mongrel pouted, although he was so aroused he was about ready to stain his pants. He pulled out the toy and tossed it aside. "Get up on the bed, facedown."

"Help me up."

Riki assisted Iason onto the bed, then stripped off his own clothes and straddled him, pushing his legs together with his knees. It was a perfect position of power and control; Iason bound and prostrate under him. Riki rode him hard although, not surprisingly, it was a short ride--the mongrel unable to contain himself once his master began his intoxicating anal squeeze.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come already," he lamented, then ejaculated.

Unable to help himself, Iason began laughing.

"It's not fucking funny!" Furious, Riki withdrew and began spanking him, smacking his punished bottom as hard as he could, but the Blondie continued to laugh, just as amused by his pet's anger and attempt to spank him as he was by his usual rush to the finish line.

"Untie me now, Riki," Iason said, finally managing to regain his composure. He was now quite anxious to tend to his own needs.

"I don't think this night should count," his pet muttered, as he released him from his cords. "Anyway, I'll be right back. I gotta have a smoke."

As Riki left the bedroom, still naked, and prepared to leave the suite, Iason suddenly grabbed him from behind.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I told you. I need a fucking smoke."

Now Iason pulled him close, whispering in his ear. "Don't you EVER walk away from me like that again, pet," he said, voice trembling. "When we are in the bedroom, you do not leave without my permission."

"I was coming right back," he protested. "Can we do this fast then?"

"Oh, you're in a hurry, is that it?" Suddenly Iason felt furious; he wasn't even sure why, except that when Riki had walked away from him without even asking about his needs, he had suddenly lost all patience with his pet. "You want the expedited version? Very well."

Now Iason pushed him towards a chair, thrusting him over it. "Bend over," he commanded, sharply, and before Riki could really even grab onto the arms of the chair, he plunged into him, hard, which his pet answered with an agonized scream.

"Oh fuck," he whimpered. "Please...that...really hurts, Iason!"

"I thought you wanted to do this fast?" Now the Blondie tore into him, furious, but still able to enjoy his barbaric fuck. The mongrel felt good, no question; there was simply no substitute for taking him without preparation. Riki's cries only stimulated him further. "How does THIS feel?" he taunted, imitating his pet's attitude from earlier that evening.

"It fucking hurts!"

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Iason grabbed onto his hips, sinking his nails into his flesh. "Isn't it?" Over his pet's whimpers, the Blondie's ascension began, and their vocalizations intertwined, the master's pleasure and his pet's pain, an extraordinarily erotic sound that was relished by Enyu, who had been masturbating in the hall outside Riki's door the entire evening.

Perhaps because of his heightened emotional state, or perhaps because he took Riki unprepared, Iason then experienced one of the best orgasms of his life, a release that left him gasping and shaking. As he withdrew, Riki shuddered, feeling blood and semen sting his torn insides.

"You may smoke now," Iason said, curtly.

Riki turned around, looking up into his eyes with a hurt look. "Don't tell me...you're still mad? After you fucked me raw?"

Iason smiled...a very slight smile, as he softened. "No pet. I am not mad."

The mongrel pointed to his lips. "Kiss."

Obliging him, the Blondie bent down and kissed his lips, softly.

Riki sighed. "How come we never kiss any more?"

Iason pulled him towards him, then leaned down to kiss him again. "Do you like kissing?"

"Don't you?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Okay. New rule. No sex without kissing."

"Agreed." That night, master and pet put the new rule to good use, with a long night of lovemaking and long, sensual kisses.

* * *

Raoul had been awake for some time but continued to lay in bed, staring at Yui, who was still sound asleep, his tousled hair framing his serene face in charming disarray. The green-eyed youth had stayed with him the entire night, soothing him whenever his pain tormented him, and Raoul had enjoyed his warm touch and the comfort of his presence in his bed.

He studied Yui, replaying their sexual encounter over and over in his mind, and now desiring to take things a step further. But he wanted to clean up first and so quietly slipped out of bed; he was so aroused that he would have to release in the shower, but then he would be ready to pursue Yui later without feeling rushed.

The water was excruciating on his broken skin-at least at first. But once he became accustomed to it, his erection returned, and he pleasured himself eagerly, his thoughts oscillating between Iason and Yui, but more towards Yui, who he now fully intended to ravish later that day. Steam rose from the hot water, filling the air. He stood, one hand pressed against the wall for support as he pumped himself without restraint, so aroused that he could no longer keep quiet, moaning and grunting as he ascended towards his critical point.

The fatal image was his penetration of Yui, which finally sent him over the edge, his semen shooting up erratically and dripping down his fingers as he groaned in ecstasy, water streaming down his face and body, his hair wet like coils of golden rope plastered to his back.

* * *

When Riki finally awoke, his bed was empty; the penthouse was abuzz with activity and noise. Creeping out of his room still naked, he dashed to the pool, thrilled to see that it was now full. He stared at the room in amazement; it had literally been transformed overnight into a garden paradise. Potted plants and trees were everywhere, as well as exotic, brightly-colored flowers of all kinds. Scores of landscapers worked noisily, putting in the finishing touches, arguing over the placement of some of the larger pots which, now planted, proved difficult to move. Riki looked up, marveling at the fantastic butterflies that fluttered everywhere-wings that danced in blues, greens, and bright red and orange.

He shook his head, laughing. Iason had said only that the landscapers would “bring plants” and fill up the pond, not create an opulent garden fit for an emperor. Suddenly he remembered the pond, and started towards the balcony.

“Close the door or they’ll get out,” one man reprimanded, pointing up at the butterflies, and smirking a little at the mongrel’s nakedness.

Riki shut the door behind him and then, ignoring the stares and snorting laughs of the landscapers, rushed to balcony, anxious to see if the second pool and Iason’s pond had been filled.

When he opened the door, he gasped, completely overwhelmed.

He had never seen a garden more beautiful in his life. Towering trees with weeping boughs swayed majestically, pink and claret blossoms whirling hypnotically in the breeze. Against the penthouse arbors had been secured, on which climbing vines with magnificent blossoms crawled up on elegant trails of verdant green. The air was scented with lavender and jasmine; myriad flowers in stone and porcelain pots graced the garden with brightly colored blooms, open but for the aromatic night-waking flowers that emerged only under the pale light of the twin moons.

A dwarf orange tree hung with ripe fruit was situated near the stone bench, which was now softened with thick, inviting cushions. From the door to the pool and the bench, and then branching off to the balcony’s ledge, a path of smooth russet-brown marble had been laid down. Incredibly, moss--transplanted on a bed of rich soil--now covered a shaded stretch of the balcony from the path’s edge to the ledge, a large boulder situated in the middle of its lush jade carpet. The illusion was stunning, as though the moss was growing out of the balcony floor. Murmuring fountains were jealously guarded by indigo-blue and yellow finches, and the pond was filled with colorful koi and kruska tiger-fish, immense crimson lotus flowers peeking up from the water’s tranquil surface. In the boughs of an Aristian pear tree a sharlingale was singing, as enamored of his newfound sanctuary as the gaping pet of Iason Mink.

And…the pool was now full, ornamented with wayward weeping blossoms of pink and cherry-wine, gentle boats of fragile beauty that floated on ripples of cool aquamarine, while chimes tinkled soothingly, caressed by the wind’s touch. Eagerly, he started toward the pool, startled when he felt a sharp smack on his bottom.

“Get dressed,” Iason scolded. “Didn’t you see the landscapers?”

“You scared the fucking shit out of me!” Riki cried, rubbing his ass.

“You need to close the door behind you. You’ve just let out one of the dragontails.” Iason pointed to a vivid blue butterfly that had made his escape, now fortuitously distracted by the lavender bush, thus allowing the Blondie to capture him.

“Can I hold it?”

Iason smiled. “Hold out your hand.”

Carefully transferring the desperately struggling butterfly to his hands, the Blondie smiled at the delight on his pet’s face.

“It tickles,” he giggled, squealing as the tiny captive attempted to flee his new prison.

“Take it back inside. And be more careful from now on. Those are extremely rare.”

Riki obeyed, dutifully closing the door behind him.

“So, what do you think?” Iason watched him with glistening eyes, knowing full well what his pet thought, having watched him standing transfixed, and completely naked, in the balcony for some minutes before he had interrupted his reverie with a little spank.

“It’s…incredible, Iason,” he marveled. “I’ve never seen anything like it. How the hell did you do it…so fast?”

“I’ve no patience for dragging something out that can be done right away,” the Blondie answered, tugging on his gloves. “The other landscapers have already left; I hired forty.”

“Can I go swimming now?” Riki pleaded, looking longingly at the pool.

“Not yet. Get dressed. We’re going out.”

“Where are we going?” The mongrel stared at Iason’s attire, curious. He was dressed to the hilt in one of his best “Iason Mink” outfits--this time a dark red skin-tight bodysuit with a white cape, and white, red-trimmed boots. The mongrel noticed his taming stick then, which reminded him to be careful in how he addressed Iason in public.

“I’ll tell you in the car. Get moving, Riki.” Iason smacked him again, this time a little harder, though with a gloved hand.

“But…I haven’t had any breakfast,” the mongrel whined.

“You can eat on the way. And it’s already lunchtime. Move.”

Riki didn’t need any additional prompting. He was anxious to get out of the penthouse, and since Iason had said he would tell him where they were going “in the car,” he knew they were going out into the city. He hurried to his room, skipping past the landscapers, but this time--now followed closely by Iason--there was no laughing at his nudity. And among themselves, after master and pet had left the pool area, the workers whispered about Iason’s mongrel pet and the marks of punishment on his flesh.

Dressing quickly after freshening up in the sink, Riki went looking for Iason, peeking into Enyu’s room as he walked by. The Xeronian was masturbating, as usual, watching a holograph of a Blondie performing fellatio on a pet, a forbidden image that Jupiter had banned but which continued to be programmed into most projectors without her knowledge.

“Meow,” Riki teased, sticking his head into his room. “Hey cat-boy. Jerking off again, I see. You know, your dick might fall off one of these days.”

Too aroused to even respond to his taunts, Enyu glared back, grunting through gritted teeth.

“I bet you want me to suck you, huh?” Riki tormented him by flicking his tongue suggestively at him.

“Ohhh,” Enyu groaned, suddenly ejaculating, his semen shooting up like a rocket.

Laughing hysterically at Enyu’s complete lack of control, Riki left the Xeronian to his pre-interval agony, hurrying toward the great hall.

When he saw Iason waiting for him with his chains, he stopped in his tracks. Master and pet stared at one another for a long, tension-filled moment.

“Come here,” Iason commanded, firmly, wondering if Riki would wear the chains without protest, or if he would have to be tamed yet again.

Riki was about to object when Enyu came into the hall, furious.

“Just wait until tomorrow, mongrel. I’ll fuck you ‘til you bleed,” he snarled, before he saw that Iason was standing right there.

Wisely refraining from replying, Riki looked to Iason for his response to this threat on his chastity.

Setting the chains onto the bar counter, Iason whipped out his taming stick and, before Enyu could even respond, he pushed him up against the wall, pulling up his garment to reveal his bare flesh.

“You will never touch Riki without my permission, Enyu, nor make such promises,” came his stern reprimand, followed by a series of hard strikes to his thighs, punishing blows that were all the more painful on the Xeronian’s sore flesh. His cries filled the house, rousing Katze from his opiate-induced slumber and drawing Odi from the balcony into the great hall, where he watched with dark fascination. It was over fairly quickly, afterwhich Enyu simply fell to the floor, sobbing, much to Riki’s satisfaction.

Sliding the stick back into the sheath, Iason then picked up the chains, looking at Riki threateningly. With a whimpering Enyu kneeling on the floor watching him jealously, the mongrel proudly held out his wrists to be chained, much to his master’s relief and pleasure.

Enyu had never seen a pet in gold-plated pet cuffs and chains before, and these were also engraved with Iason’s initials. No wonder the mongrel looked so proud to wear them--he certainly would. And hadn’t his master promised to get him a wardrobe? He was in desperate need of a change of clothes, yet the Blondie seemed to have forgotten all about him. Enyu rubbed his nose, sniffing, feeling keenly the injustice of his punishment. His only comfort was the knowledge that by tomorrow, everything would be different; neither master or pet would be able to resist him.

“Are you going out?” Odi asked.

“Yes. I won’t be needing an escort.”

Odi was visibly unhappy with this answer. “Someone needs to go with you. That defeats the whole purpose, if you won’t let us guard you.”

“I’m more concerned about the security of the penthouse. And I’m armed,” Iason replied, pulling back his cape to reveal a new laser, fastened via a tight leather garter to his thigh.

Shaking his head, Odi returned to the balcony, muttering to himself as he lit up another smoke.

“Can I see that?” Riki asked, excitedly.

“Master!” he added, quickly, as Iason’s hand moved toward his taming stick.

“Later, pet,” Iason replied, securing the master cuff to his wrist that was attached to Riki’s neck chain.

“Master…I never got breakfast,” the mongrel complained.

“Tai!” Iason called out.

Immediately, a bright-eyed man of medium-height and reddish-blonde hair rushed into the hall, carrying a meal box.

“This is our new cook,” the Blondie said casually.

“Your lunch, Sir Riki,” Tai said, bowing to him.

Speechless, Riki took the meal box, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of changes and new faces at the penthouse.

Noting his pet’s surprise, Iason nodded. “With Enyu and the new bodyguards, it is too much of a job for one Furniture to deal with meal preparation, and Juthian won’t know what to do. Tai is very good. He was the head chef for Prince Ruu of Aristia.”

Tai beamed at Iason’s praise, bowing again. Riki was mesmerized by his carnelian gold-flecked eyes, a color he had never seen before. He had heard of Aristians, of course--a gentle people scattered among the countless exotic islands of the green Aristian sea, known throughout the galaxy for their excellent seamanship, smooth wines, delectable cuisine, exotically beautiful pets, and truly exceptional art.

Riki was itching to ask Iason more about Tai, and had a thousand questions about the gardens and what was happening at the penthouse, but he held his tongue until they were alone, feeling rather unenthusiastic about affixing “Master” to his every comment.

As soon as they were in the elevator, he pressed Iason with questions.

“Where are we going? When did you hire that Aristian guy…have you been to Aristia?”

“We are going to Tanagura Medical. I hired Tai yesterday, and yes, I’ve been to Aristia twice.”

“We’re going to see Daryl?” Riki cried.

“No,” Iason began, then considered. “Yes, we might stop by while we’re there. But we’re going to Tanagura Reconstruction to do something about your brand-mark.”

“What are you going to do?” he demanded, alarmed.

“Remove it.”

“How can you do that--they’d have to cut off my skin!”

“I’m having a signature plate put in.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“It will be grafted onto the skin. And you won’t feel it--they’ll anesthetize you there so you won’t even know what they’re doing.”

“Oh,” Riki said, relaxing. “What’s it like on Aristia?”

“Indescribable. I’ll take you there one day.”

“You will?” Excited, the mongrel pet snuggled closer to his master, chains jangling a bit as he moved.

Iason smiled, eyes soft and gentle. “Would you like that, pet?”

“Fuck yeah. I’ve never been off Amoi. Is he living with us…Tai?”

“Yes.”

“Then we have three bodyguards, cat-boy, and Tai--plus the new Furniture, Juthian?”

“Another bodyguard will be joining us tomorrow.”

“It’s a good thing you opened up that guest wing. Now you’ll only have…TWO rooms left there, and one of them you’re being all weird and mysterious about,” Riki probed.

The beautiful Blondie made no reply, averting his eyes.

“What’s in that room?” his pet pressed, boldly.

“Not…open for discussion, pet,” Iason sighed.

Riki fell silent for a moment. “I need a smoke,” he groaned.

“Not in the car, Riki.”

“What! Can’t I smoke real fast right now then?”

The elevator floor opened on the ground floor, Iason’s vehicle just steps away.

“No.”

“Iason!”

The Blondie turned and took hold of his pet’s chin. “No, pet. When I say no, don’t argue with me.”

Sulking, Riki made no reply, following Iason in a decidedly grumpy mood. “You have no idea what it feels like not to be able to smoke,” he muttered, crawling into the vehicle first from Iason’s side, his chains clanking as he climbed awkwardly over to the passenger seat, meal box pressed to his chest.

“That is because I am smart enough not to adopt a vice like smoking.”

“Hah! I’d like to see you go one day without your precious wine. And you don’t think…taking your own pet is a vice?”

Smiling at his pet’s valid point, Iason slid into his seat, turning to him with mock sternness, although his pet did not recognize it as such. “Do I need to turn you over my knee right now and tame you, pet?” he threatened, slamming his door shut.

“No,” Riki grumbled, staring down at his meal box. He became distracted by its intricate ornamentation, an exotic design of black and periwinkle blue. “This is really beautiful. Hey, do you think Tai stole it from that one prince?”

Laughing, Iason pulled Riki close to him by his neck chain, and then kissed him gently.

“Pet,” he whispered, affectionately.

“You’re giving me a hard-on,” the mongrel announced unromantically.

"I thought you wanted more kissing?"

"Only if there's fucking involved."

Releasing him with a chuckle, Iason then started up the vehicle and pulled out of the apartment complex parking lot.

Opening the meal box, Riki discovered firsthand why Aristians were known for their cuisine--he had never tasted anything more delicious in his life than the little lunch Tai had prepared for him, though he had no idea what it was. Feeling sated, and overjoyed to be out of the penthouse, Riki was prepared to enjoy his afternoon out with Iason.

When they arrived at Tanagura Medical, Iason parked in front of the entrance.

“Hey. You can’t park here,” Riki remarked.

“Is that so?” his master chuckled, getting out of the vehicle. Riki scrambled after him.

As soon as they entered the hospital, they were greeted by staff. “Good afternoon, Sir Iason. What an honor,” the receptionist said, bowing.

Iason raised a hand to acknowledge the countless greetings directed his way, nodding slightly at the receptionist. Riki stared in disbelief as they passed a statue that was erected near the front desk: it was in a very favorable likeness of his master, the inscription reading, “In honor of our patron Iason Mink, Tanagura's most generous benefactor.”

As soon as they got into the elevator, Riki exploded. “The have a fucking STATUE of you in the lobby,” he laughed. “What did you do, build this hospital?”

“Oh no. Only the children’s wing.”

“You…built an entire wing?”

“I funded it.”

Riki shook his head, smiling. “You…surprise me sometimes.”

The elevator door opened to the Reconstruction wing, and Riki was immediately mesmerized by the Blondie with a bionic arm who greeted them, standing as if he had been waiting for their arrival.

“Iason,” the Blondie said, smiling.

“Heiku.”

“Everything’s ready. This way.”

Iason and his pet followed the towering Blondie to a room with a sheet-covered examining table.

“He needs to remove his bottoms and lie facedown on the table,” Heiku said.

“Riki,” Iason nudged, when his pet remained motionless.

As Riki slowly doffed his trunks, Iason uncuffed himself from his pet, allowing him to move freely.

Riki climbed onto the table, and Heiku positioned a screen on his upper back that blocked his view of what was going on. He scowled, looking suspiciously at Heiku when he picked up a long needle.

“A little stick,” Heiku warned, injecting the numbing medication into the mongrel’s lower back.

“Ow! Fuck!” Riki swore.

Both Blondies chuckled a little at him.

“Lie still,” Heiku commanded, then turned to Iason. “Here it is,” he said, picking up the membrane-thin flexible gold plate, on which the initials I.M. were boldly engraved in elegant script.

Riki strained to see the plate but could only see that it was gold. He was distracted by Heiku’s hand, his bionic fingers moving as gracefully as his natural hand. He liked that Heiku had opted not to cover his mechanics with a skin graft, finding his every move fascinating.

Iason nodded his approval. “Perfect.” He pointed to the skin-like material that edged the plate and covered its bottom. “What is this?”

“Synthetic skin. This is what grafts to his skin.”

“Intriguing.”

“Are you sure you want to remove the brand first? The plate will cover the initials.”

“Remove them,” Iason replied, without hesitation. Even if Raoul’s initials were covered, he would know they were there.

The procedure took about an hour, and when it was finished, Riki was permanently marked as the pet of Iason Mink, although he did not yet know that the plate had been personalized with his master’s initials. Heiku applied a bandage, cautioning Iason to clean the graft carefully each day. “Just use a dry cloth for the plate, though,” he added.

As they left Reconstruction, Riki tugged on Iason’s sleeve.

“Yes, pet?” Iason whispered, bending down.

“Can we go see Daryl?” he whispered back.

“For a few minutes,” Iason conceded.

“Iason,” Riki asked again, after a moment.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a bionic arm?”

At this, the Blondie threw back his head and laughed, a lovely, musical sound that turned heads.

“If you lose your arm, then you may have one,” Iason promised.

“Can’t you just have it removed?” Riki pouted.

“Don’t be silly, pet. I don’t want any part of your body replaced with a prosthesis, unless it’s absolutely necessary.” The Blondie tugged on his neck chain, pulling him close.

“If I had a bionic dick, I could really fuck you good,” his pet whispered.

“Hush,” Iason replied, but was unable to suppress a smile.

They were approaching Daryl’s wing, and Iason tapped on his shoulder, then showed him his taming stick as a reminder of the behavior he expected from him.

Riki sighed, but remained quiet.

The blue-haired lady descended on them as they entered the ward.

“Visiting hours are not until 7:00 this evening,” she announced with authority, blocking their path. She studied Iason, perplexed, trying to place his face.

“Forgive our intrusion,” Iason said, his voice smooth as silk. “But we were here on other business, and I thought I might come and see how my Furniture was doing. He has been in your care these past few days.”

Riki rolled his eyes at Iason’s sudden charm, his voice and demeanor obviously designed to beguile the blue-haired lady into admitting him.

A series of expressions crossed the woman’s face in rapid succession, from surprise at his flirtation, to admiration of his physical beauty, to confusion, recognition and finally, horror.

“Sir…Iason Mink?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“At your service,” he replied with a slight bow, his sensuality and intense, intelligent gaze melting her icy reception.

She stared at him, visibly softening, then smiled.

“Forgive me, I--yes of course, Daryl is just this way, he is doing fine and will be released tomorrow, barring unforeseen complications.”

The blue-haired lady, having heard about the great Iason Mink most of her life, had been content to snort at every mention of his name, but she had never met the beautiful Blondie before, and he had completely enchanted her with his intoxicatingly seductive manner. She felt flattered, admired--which was just what Iason had hoped to achieve. In a single instant, her perception of Tanagura’s famous Blondie was irrevocably altered; from that point on in her life, she would proudly boast of how Iason Mink had been so taken by her that she felt he might have pursued her, if only she had been a Blondie, and many a conversation would be peppered with an insertion of Iason Mink as the topic, her own view being that he was the most magnificent, benevolent, charming Blondie on Amoi, afterwhich she would advance her theory on Iason’s secret infatuation with her charms.

Riki followed his master, shaking his head. No wonder Iason was so powerful--he could manipulate anyone into conforming to his will. Had he known exactly how acidic the blue-haired lady’s manner was typically, he would have been even more impressed.

Iason, upon apprehending a Blondie acquaintance in the hall near Daryl’s room, uncuffed Riki to allow him to visit Daryl alone.

Daryl smiled as he entered the room. “Riki.”

“Hey. You’re still alive.”

“As are you.”

They stared at each other for a moment, memories of the horrible night of Riki’s abduction flooding both of them.

“You…I wanted to thank you, for…trying to save me.”

“I didn’t know what to do,” Daryl apologized. “I should have…done something different.”

Riki grinned. “You should have seen the look on Raoul’s face when you bit his ear.”

“Oh yeah?” Daryl smiled.

“We have bodyguards now. Three--and another one is supposed to come. AND we have a chef. And…did Katze tell you about Enyu?”

“You mean cat-boy?” Daryl guessed. “He told me.”

“Well, I got to fuck him yesterday, the little brat. Oh! Iason opened the guest wing! And there are pools, two pools that he filled, and a pond, and the butterflies but you have to keep the door closed, and about a million landscapers, and gardens with fountains…and I have a new room with a holograph projector where they copulate, the pets I mean, and a billiard room. And a bar and kitchen. And on the tapestry in my room, it has people fucking. Plus I got to open Omaki’s box from the Taming Tower and Iason is letting me do stuff for six more nights. Last night I tied him up and did all sorts of naughty things to him. I shocked him accidentally with this one toy and he got really pissed off.”

Daryl nodded, feeling a little lost with the mongrel’s soliloquy. He’d only been gone a couple of days and the penthouse sounded like a completely different place, and he had no idea what Riki had just tried to tell him--except for one thing. He couldn’t believe Iason had finally opened the mysterious guest wing. Even Katze wouldn’t tell him about that.

“Cat-boy got spanked. And then tamed again this morning,” Riki whispered. “It was awesome.”

“How’s Katze?”

“He’s doing okay. It was pretty rough…he was still in bed when I left.”

“What?” Daryl asked, confused. “What was rough?”

“What do you think? His whipping last night. Didn’t you think that might be a little rough?”

Now Daryl stared back at him horrified. “His…whipping? But he was here last night--he didn’t say anything about it!”

Riki then realized his error. “Oh. I guess…he didn’t want you to know.”

For the first time, Daryl felt truly angry with Katze, but his heart bled for him, too, as he imagined what his lover had gone through. “Why didn’t he tell me?” he demanded, incensed. “So…was it bad, then?”

“Well…yeah, Daryl. It was bad--but he was brave about it, and he’ll be okay.”

Blinking back stinging tears, the grey-eyed youth fell silent, imagining Katze’s pain.

“You’re coming home tomorrow, right?” Riki asked, softly.

Daryl nodded.

“Hey! That asshole boyfriend of yours fucking beat me with the taming stick!”

“He told me. I’m sure you deserved it.”

“What! Everyone’s turning against me now.”

Iason entered the room then. “Let’s go, Riki,” he said, then nodded at Daryl. “You’re feeling better?”

“Yes. Thank you, Master Iason.”

The Blondie fastened the master cuff to his arm. “We’ll see you back at the penthouse tomorrow, then.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With that the Blondie turned to leave and Riki followed, giving Daryl a little salute as he left, though he was a bit surprised that Iason hadn’t spent more than a few seconds talking to Daryl. The blue-haired lady gifted Iason with a warm goodbye as they left the ward, which the Blondie answered with an amused smile.

As soon as they reached the elevator, Riki confronted him. “You hardly said anything to Daryl. Don’t you care about him?”

“His condition is stable. What else is there to inquire about?” His Blondie master examined his manicure impassively.

Riki shook his head, exasperated. “You know he tried to save me.”

“And for that he’s to be rewarded, but this hardly seemed the appropriate time or place.”

Placated by this, the mongrel now sighed. “My back hurts. Are we going home now?”

“Not yet, pet.”

“Where are we going now?” Riki demanded.

His master leaned against the wall of the elevator, arms crossed on his chest. “To Midas. To see Omaki Ghan.”

* * *

They approached the Taming Tower from the ground, despite Riki's incessant begging to move into airspace. Iason was inflexible; he knew that, after his last flight, which exceeded protocol speed restrictions, Jupiter had no doubt marked his vehicle for immediate notification upon airspace re-entry. He was in no mood to coddle Jupiter and explain why he was heading back to Midas; it was no concern of hers, and he resented her constant intrusions in his private life. The Blondie could still play Jupiter, but he was finding it became increasingly difficult to perform under her unblinking scrutiny. He hated that he owed her. Without Jupiter's intervention that awful night, his position would have been compromised, and trade relations with Alpha Zen would have been destroyed.

As they drew closer to the Taming Tower, Riki fell silent, staring out the window at the familiar sights. When last he had come into Midas, he had hardly been in a state to appreciate that he was returning to his old haunts for the first time in over two years. Now he gazed at the pleasure city through new eyes, feeling strangely removed, almost contemptuous of its seedy, carnival-like atmosphere. He had come a long way in two years in his thinking; now he was the pampered pet of Tanagura's Iason Mink, living in a posh penthouse in Eos, and part of him couldn't help but be a little proud. Iason's exotic hybrid ground/air vehicle drew admiring stares--some of recognition--and Riki almost wished the windows were not darkened so that he could be seen with the famous Blondie.

At the Taming Tower they pulled into reserved parking; once again Iason parked wherever he chose, much to Riki's amusement. Upon entering the tower, he instinctively shuddered; the sound of screams brought back the unpleasant memory of his hours with Raoul. Iason pulled him close as they walked, as if sensing his discomfort.

They reached Omaki's private chambers in a matter of minutes; Iason seemed to know exactly where he was going. Upon their entry, Omaki greeted them with a slight bow, obviously having viewed their arrival from his terminal.

"What a pleasure, Iason. I see you've brought your famous pet."

"Give me the footage, Omaki," came the Blondie's rather unfriendly reply.

"Ah, business before pleasure, is it? Very well. I'll need your retinal signature."

"You'll hand over that footage, or I'll slit your belly and pull your intestines out onto your chest," Iason replied, coldly. "Your days of extracting credits from me are over."

Riki grinned at his master's threat, watching Omaki to see what he would do.

"Ooo, you're sexy when you're angry, Iason. You and I might have had some fun times together," Omaki replied, with a little smile.

"The footage, Omaki."

"Aki!" The Blondie summoned his boy-pet, who walked uncertainly into the room, carrying a small envelope. Upon seeing Iason, he froze, staring up at him in fear. This was the great Iason Mink, who his master had told him was coming to spank him for refusing to eat his vegetables.

"Give him the envelope, Aki," Omaki said, amused with his pet's reaction.

With trembling fingers, Aki reached out to offer the package, unable to move any closer. Iason reached down and took it, smiling at the boy. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No," the boy lied, looking back at his master for help.

"Come sit on my lap, Aki. I've decided you're to be forgiven. No punishment today." Omaki patted his thighs, and Aki ran to him, grinning when the Blondie lifted him up onto his lap.

"That's what you've come for," Omaki said, nodding to the envelope. "What do you think of my Aki?" The Blondie whispered something in the boy's ear, soliciting a giggle.

"You are aware that a pet must be at least twelve years of age?"

"Are you lecturing me on acceptable pet etiquette?" Omaki eyed Riki suggestively. "As if this mongrel wasn't enough, I've heard you've acquired a Xeronian."

"Yes." Iason was curt, examining the envelope and finding a small computer disc inside.

"Mmmm. I've always wanted one of those. I've heard they rut. Have they paired yet, your two pets?"

Now Iason stared back, one hand on his hip. "Have you taken him yet, Omaki?" he demanded, nodding to Aki.

"Funny you should ask. I have been tempted--quite tempted I must confess. But I have restricted myself to just a taste here and there. Nothing the boy minds, I assure you. Would you like to be the first?" Here Omaki put his hand on Aki's thigh, suggestively, his eyes glittering as he watched Iason's reaction.

"I'd better never hear another word of this," Iason said, holding up the envelope threateningly. Then he abruptly turned and left.

"You didn't say anything about my box," Omaki called after them. "Didn't you like it? I'm quite certain not everything in it was stolen."

"He wants a Xeronian," Riki whispered as they took the elevator down to the ground floor. "Why don't you give him cat-boy?"

"Not that simple, pet," the Blondie replied, although it did seem like the perfect match. Still, he couldn't just give Jupiter's pet away...not without a good reason.

"You want to keep him," the mongrel accused, pouting.

Now Iason smiled. "Is my pet jealous again?" he pulled Riki close by his neck chain, bending down to kiss him.

"A little," his pet confessed.

The elevator door opened and they moved apart, assuming their expected master/pet roles. As they had just exited the Tower, Iason was recognized by a Senator from Urus, who stopped him to discuss the upcoming trade conference with Alpha Zen.

Bored, Riki longed to smoke, but knew better than to do so in public without his master's permission. He leaned against the wall, staring out at the busy square, the hub of the notorious E-zone, bustling with people of all kinds--mongrels, Blondies, dignitaries, Furniture--everyone that had business in Midas or who came to the city for pleasure.

Suddenly, his heart stopped. There, not so far away, was Guy. His old pairing partner--hair pulled back in his signature ponytail, his distinctive laugh rising above the crowds. He was with someone--a young mongrel with short, dark hair--a lot like Riki. Guy put his arm around the youth and they began walking directly towards him.

Panicked, Riki moved close to Iason to hide from Guy's view. Iason, thinking that his pet simply wanted his attention, pulled him close and rested his hand on his shoulder, thrilled with his pet's endearing behavior.

Riki peeked past Iason's cloak and saw that he had escaped Guy's detection; he had moved on down the street, seeming very friendly with his new partner.

All at once, it was as though Riki's world crumbled. Everything came flooding back--the fateful day in Midas he had met Iason, his life as leader of Bison, the gang, Guy--everything that he had been before he became the pet of Iason Mink. It was not so much that he was jealous of Guy's new love--although it admittedly gave him a little sting--it was the sudden realization that he had become exactly the sort of person he would have abhorred. And that Guy would have detested. He was scum--a Blondie's pet, and worse--he had come to enjoy it.

He barely noticed when the other Blondie left and Iason was leading him to the car. He climbed in, shaking, trying to get his emotions under control.

At first Iason was oblivious to his pet's state, preoccupied with the Senator's remarks, particularly the rumor circulating about a shipment of female captives from Aristia, something which Iason had not heard before. But once they were on the road back to Tanagura, he looked over at Riki and immediately saw that something was wrong.

"What is it, pet?"

Riki shook his head, staring out the window.

Now Iason fell silent, trying to figure out why his pet was sulking. "Are you upset about Enyu?" he smiled.

The mongrel gave him an odd look, as though completely puzzled by his question. "Fuck no," he answered.

"I see."

For a while they drove in silence. The Blondie continually turned to look at his pet, starting to become a little perplexed. The look on Riki's face was something he had not seen...in a long time. Not since his early taming days. It was a look of...dark rebellion.

"Riki," he began again, his voice a little sharper. "What's on your mind?"

"My thoughts are my own," the mongrel snapped, gifting him with another foul look.

A look of...hatred.

Surprised, and not a little annoyed--and hurt--Iason continue to drive, now piecing together the events of their trip in an attempt to determine exactly what had happened. He had seemed fine when they went to visit Omaki Ghan; even afterwards, though Riki had admitted being jealous, he had moved toward him while they were standing on the street. It made no sense.

But there was no denying something was very wrong with Riki.

Deciding that perhaps his pet needed some space, Iason decided to let the matter rest. Perhaps when they returned to the penthouse, everything would return to normal.

His hopes were dashed when Riki, upon being released from his chains, immediately made for his room, without a glance at him. Iason followed, starting to feel a little angry. When he saw that his pet had locked the door, his heart began pounding. Overriding the lock codes, he entered, finding Riki at the bar, pouring himself a drink.

"You know perfectly well you are not allowed to drink before 8:00, pet."

Riki made no reply, but his eyes gleamed with unmistakable hostility.

"Let's have it. What's going on, Riki?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I see. Are you forfeiting your night with me?"

"Yes."

The Blondie now walked toward him, menacingly. "Did you think that meant I would not come for you on my own?"

Riki shrugged, eyes averted.

Iason moved behind him and began running his hands down his body, kissing his throat. His pet remained unresponsive, although his developing erection betrayed his interest.

"Do you think...you can resist me, Riki?"

Closing his eyes, the mongrel swallowed, trying desperately not to respond to Iason's advances, although he was now trembling.

Iason reached under his shirt and found a nipple, squeezing it in just the manner he knew Riki loved, as he fondled him with his other hand. "Don't fight it, pet," he whispered.

But Riki remained impassive, although he grew rigid and hard in his master's experienced hands. Suddenly Iason withdrew his hand, yanking down the mongrel's pants and making him step out of them. He positioned himself behind him again, pushing his legs apart with his knees, forcing Riki to widen his stance.

"What, you think you can hold back?" he whispered again, nibbling on his ear. "You don't want me to hear you cry out, is that it?"

Riki could feel his master's erection between his legs, rubbing against him tauntingly. He held his breath, steeling himself for the pain of penetration.

Then, unexpectedly, the Blondie crouched down, spread him with his delicate fingers, and proceeded to pleasure him with his tongue, flicking and penetrating in an alternating pattern--just the way he knew Riki wanted it.

Gritting his teeth, Riki squeezed his eyes shut, his palms now pressed hard on the bar counter, as he tried not to vocalize his delight. When Iason reached around and continued stroking him, it was too much, despite his resolve not to enjoy it. He groaned, overcome with pleasure.

"That's it," Iason whispered, excited, stopping his delicious ministrations for a moment. "Don't hold back now."

As Iason continued pleasuring his pet, Riki was, in the end, unable to stop himself from crying out his release; it was simply too exquisite, too perfect, too indescribably sweet. He fell forward onto the bar counter, feeling defeated and humiliated.

The Blondie was immediately behind him again, lying over him and nuzzling against his cheek. "That was beautiful, Riki. Don't ever deny me your passion."

But the mongrel did not reply, choking back tears of shame.

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