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

"Iason's Wrath"

<Ai no Kusabi>

NC-17, Explicit Yaoi, Spank, NC/Rape, Lemon, Oral, Rim, D/s, BDSM. Raoul x Riki; Raoul x Iason; 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.***

For what seemed like an eternity, the three of them stared in horror, hearts pounding, at Iason, who seemed to grow in size as he gazed at each one of them, his face dark with fury. Riki immediately withdrew from Katze, who scrambled to sit up.

"My eyes…must deceive me!" Iason finally bellowed, his voice booming so loud that Daryl covered his ears in alarm. The Blondie was beside himself with rage and hurt, unable to believe what he had just witnessed. When he had entered the penthouse and heard Riki's unmistakable sex moans, he had been so shocked that he had been rendered speechless, and had stood at the door for some moments before he was even noticed. The sight of his pet taking another man-and Katze, at that-was like hurling a knife into his heart, Riki's praises of Katze twisting the knife mercilessly. It was nothing less than impossible. His pet, however unruly, surely couldn't betray him in such a fashion, and with two Furniture…it was…unconceivable. And for Katze and Daryl, both of whom he trusted, to take such egregious liberties with his pet…to deliberately remove his ring restrictions…it was more than he could bear.

"Is this how all my leniency is to be repaid? Through this kind of betrayal?" His voice shaking, he started for Katze.

"This is my fault!" Riki exclaimed, stepping in front of Katze, who watched the approaching Blondie with a look of dread and resignation.

Shoving Riki aside firmly-though not making eye contact with his pet-Iason now towered over Katze. Grabbing his hair, he raised him to his feet. "You, Katze? You…would betray me?"

"Iason. I'm…truly sorry. I-"

"Silence!" Iason struck him, hard, across the face, then lifted him up and threw him against the wall so hard that Katze was stunned for a moment. The Blondie picked him up again and hurled him across the room, sending him flying into the T-stand. This time Katze cried out in agony, the pain in his side telling him he had undoubtedly broken some ribs.

"Katze!" Daryl cried, running to his lover's side.

"Daryl! Move aside!"

"Please, Master Iason, please don't kill him," Daryl begged.

"I said…move aside." His voice low and menacing, Iason walked toward them.

As soon as Iason had thrown Katze against the wall, Riki had run from the room, and now returned with the taming stick. "I'm ready to be punished, Master Iason," he said, loudly.

Iason turned to see his pet holding out the taming stick, his head bowed, eyes down, in a position of submission-one that his pet had never before taken. It was the first thing he'd seen since he'd arrived that pacified his anger, however slightly. For his pet to bring him the hated taming stick in such a way, acknowledging the punishment that he'd earned, evidenced at least the smallest glimmer of obedience. And he had called him Master.

He turned to Daryl and Katze, who were huddled on the floor, Katze in obvious pain, blood streaming down his face. "Stay where you are," he commanded. "I'm not finished with either of you."

Then he strode toward his pet, taking the taming stick and pulling Riki's head back by the hair, his face close to his pet's. "You think you're ready to be punished, do you? I don't think you are, pet. I don't think you could possibly be ready for what's coming. Oh, I'll tame you. But I doubt you fully appreciate how much it's going to hurt."

"Iason, please…don't hurt Katze and Daryl. This was all my doing."

"How very gallant of you, pet," Iason replied, with a soft laugh. "But they are both going to be dealt with as I see fit."

"But it was-"

"Hush!" Now Iason flipped his pet around and threw him against the wall, pinning his wrists over his head with one hand. "Get ready for the taming of your life, pet," he said sharply, then, whipping his arm back, commenced with the most brutal caning he had ever given, and his pet had ever endured. His cloak whirling as his arm came flying back again and again, the fury of the beautiful Blondie was glorious and unrelenting-his expressions hardened by rage, his hair swinging in golden arcs, his eyes glimmering an angry sapphire. Iason's strength was betrayed by his pet's anguished cries, the Blondie's body shaking from the impact of each strike. Daryl and Katze watched in horror and despair, clutching one another. Katze was beside himself with remorse for suggesting the now ill-fated plan, Riki's every cry a torment to him-and he was consumed with worry about what Iason would do to his beloved Daryl.

Riki's suffering was beyond anything Iason had ever done to him thus far, and his Blondie master wouldn't stop, punishing strike after strike hitting his buttocks and thighs. He now fully appreciated the utter stupidity of their threesome. What had made them think they could do anything without Iason discovering them? He didn't know how his master had done it, but somehow Iason had figured out what they were up to. His unexpected arrival at precisely that moment could not have been a mere coincidence. In his desperation to escape Iason's wrath, he was trying to achieve a state of transcendence, to remove himself somehow from the pain that was overwhelming his entire state of being. He was simply unable to do so, although he was now so disoriented that he had fallen silent.

Iason finally ceased when Riki stopped crying out, then dragged him over to the T-stand and cuffed him in roughly, slamming the cuffs closed with a fist. "I'm not finished with you yet," he warned.

Then he turned back to Katze and Daryl. Katze looked to be in severe pain. Iason considered him for a moment, trying to decide if he'd been adequately punished. His anger had dissipated somewhat and his head was a little cooler, though he was still furious. He realized now that his pet had probably prevented his killing or seriously hurting Katze; had he not intervened, Katze would probably be lying motionless on the floor. From the way Katze held his side, Iason could see he was suffering. He decided that perhaps he'd been sufficiently punished; he didn't truly want to kill his most important player in the underground Black Market.

"Daryl. Your turn. Go bring me the G-strap."

"Yes Iason-sama," Daryl said softly, obeying the Blondie's command meekly.

As he left, Iason and Katze gazed at one another. "I trusted you," the Blondie said, finally.

"I wasn't…thinking. All I cared about…was giving Daryl an experience…I couldn't." Katze spoke in broken gasps, as though he was having trouble breathing.

Iason's brow wrinkled at this, as though he didn't comprehend what Katze was getting at. "The one I saw my pet taking wasn't Daryl. It was you."

Katze nodded, sighing. "I promised Riki…that is…." Now Katze's voice trailed off as he realized he was probably giving Iason additional information best left unsaid.

"You promised Riki what?" Iason said sharply. "Was my pet with Daryl, too?"

Katze, now realizing that this fact hadn't been obvious to the Blondie, fell silent, glancing over at Riki, who shook his head at him vigorously.

Whipping around, Iason caught his pet in the act of signaling Katze and with a few quick steps reached him. He grabbed Riki's hair, pulling his head back, and-after removing his glove with his teeth-struck him hard across the face. "Didn't you learn anything from that taming? How dare you encourage him to lie to me!" After striking him a few more times, he turned around.

Daryl had returned with the G-strap and held it out with trembling hands.

The Blondie removed his cloak, tossing it aside angrily, before he took the G-strap. He had already broken out into a fearsome sweat. "So. You were with Riki, too?"

Bowing his head, Daryl answered quietly, "Yes, Master Iason."

"And I suppose you were the one to remove the restrictions on his pet ring?"

"Yes."

Iason, while still angry, couldn't help but be impressed with Daryl's ability to hack into the ring program. He would have to think about how to better utilize his abilities in the future. But for the moment, such considerations were far from foremost in his mind.

"Unfortunately for you, I am immediately notified of any tampering to the program," he said, holding up his arm to indicate his wrist-terminal.

"Fuck," Riki breathed, now understanding why Iason had come home.

"Daryl. Lie facedown on the bed." With a sharp flip of his wrist, Iason activated the G-strap with an intimidating crack. The golden neon-like aura surrounded the strap, buzzing and humming with the slightest movement.

Daryl obeyed, his eyes meeting Katze's as he moved toward the bed. He gave a small smile of reassurance to his lover, who looked about ready to cry. Climbing onto the bed, he quietly awaited his punishment, without resistance or argument.

Now Iason moved over to the side of the bed and just stood there, flicking the strap in a manner designed to terrorize the unruly youth. "What you have done is unspeakable. For a Furniture to pair with a master's pet is simply beyond my comprehension. Have you any idea what would happen to you if I reported this to Jupiter? And to deliberately defy my authority and alter my command sequence, to remove restrictions that were specifically enabled for punishment-for this action alone, you deserve a thorough strapping."

"Yes, Master Iason. I deserve it, just as you say."

"Good. Then you know your punishment is going to be severe."

"Yes, Sir."

Iason stood there for a moment, flipping the G-strap with increasing violence, the sharp, menacing snaps hinting that punishment was imminent. While he was pleased with Daryl for submitting fully to his punishment and acknowledging his transgressions, he wasn't going to spare him when it came to his arm. No, Daryl was going to have to suffer, just as Riki had suffered.

He raised his arm, and then, twisting his body to increase the velocity of his strike, brought the strap down on his backside full force with a deafening crack, eliciting an involuntary wince from Daryl, who was desperately trying not to cry out for Katze's sake. But his efforts soon proved futile; Iason strapped him brutally, mercilessly, and eventually his tormented cries filled the room.

Katze sat with his head in his hands, consumed with guilt and regret, the sound of his lover's anguish more than he could bear. His concern for Daryl outweighed his own pain which, in truth, was quite considerable-Katze knew that something was desperately wrong inside his chest. His tears betrayed his misery and he wept openly, longing to gather Daryl up into his arms. He was furious with himself for initiating the encounter with Iason's pet, now fully cognizant of the peril he had put them all in-he who, more than anyone, knew the terrifying extent of Iason's wrath when the Blondie was provoked. It was a plan that had gone desperately wrong, and he had known even before approaching Riki that if Iason found out, the consequences would be dire, yet in his preoccupation with pleasuring Daryl he had been overconfident in their ability to pull it off. Why had he not considered the possibility that Iason had programmed the main terminal to report unauthorized access? He knew Iason wore the wrist-terminal. It was an unbelievably stupid mistake. More than that, the whole affair was a mistake-now it seemed absurd that any of them had even considered it.

Riki was smarting from his taming and already was uncomfortable in the T-stand. He watched Daryl's strapping with despair and a feeling of helplessness. It was excruciating to see him suffer, to hear his agony-Daryl who was so gentle and helpful, who had never uttered a harsh word to Riki since the day he first arrived at the penthouse. The dark-haired mongrel felt responsible; he would never again underestimate his Blondie master, who seemed to be almost omniscient, would never again assume that anything could be hidden from him. Katze's anguish was almost as heart-wrenching as Daryl's cries; Riki had never seen the handsome auburn-haired leader of the underground Black Market weep before.

By the time Iason finished the strapping, Daryl was sobbing, reddened strap marks covering his backside from his back down to his thighs. Snapping off the G-strap, Iason stood for a moment, watching Daryl's misery with satisfaction. With difficulty, the punished youth struggled to regain his composure, worried when he saw Iason turn to Katze.

"Master Iason," he pleaded, "may I please take Katze to the medical center? His…his ribs are broken, I think."

The Blondie appraised Katze for a moment, then knelt down, pressing his hand against his sides. Katze winced, trying not to betray his fear of the Blondie whose hands were now on his body, touching areas that were extremely painful.

Iason rose to his feet. "You may take him," he said, with a sharp nod. He suspected that Daryl was right; Katze no doubt had several broken ribs-possibly a punctured lung.

"Thank you, Iason-sama," Daryl said, relieved. He rushed over to Katze, helping him dress. "Let's just forget the shirt," he suggested, when it became clear Katze could hardly move his upper body.

Now the Blondie approached his pet, who watched him with dread. "You are…no doubt feeling a little uncomfortable, I trust?"

"Yes," Riki answered, weakly.

"The night's only beginning. I've been thinking, Riki, and it seems no matter how I punish you, I turn around and you've disobeyed me yet again. It appears I need to rethink how best to punish you. So tonight…I have something special in mind." With a little smile, the Blondie leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I'm quite sure you won't enjoy it."

Then, without further comment, Iason left the room. Katze and Daryl were dressed and anxious to leave, but Katze was having difficulty walking.

"Hey," Riki said. "I'm…so sorry. Fuck. I'm a total idiot."

"Not…your fault," Katze said through labored breaths. "My idea."

"You'd better get outa here, before he changes his mind and wants to fuck you up some more."

Katze nodded, putting his arm around Daryl, who helped him walk.

"Well…it was fun, Riki," Daryl said, with uncharacteristic humor, eliciting a painful laugh from Katze.

"Fuck…don't make me laugh."

"Go," Riki whispered, suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge to laugh, too, and knowing that would be disastrous if Iason happened upon his mirth.

"You're gonna need…that sense of…humor," Katze said, winking, though his eyes conveyed his sympathy for Riki's night ahead.

Riki nodded. He didn't know what Iason had in mind, but he knew that this wasn't one of those punishment sessions that he found arousing in the least. This was hardcore discipline with one view in mind: his absolute suffering. And yet, he had been tamed so hard that he was now flooded with a rush of natural opiates, which accounted for his elevated mood and urge to laugh. He actually felt, for the moment, almost good, and he wondered how long it would last.

What was Iason up to? He was obviously talking to someone; Riki could hear his voice, but it was so low and soft he couldn't make out was he was saying.

Now that Katze and Daryl were gone, he would be the sole target for Iason's fury. Although he was glad the lovers had escaped further pain at the hands of the Blondie, he was at present feeling not a little apprehensive about what his enraged master had in mind for his "special" punishment.

Iason seemed to be gone an eternity, and Riki's transient relief from his body's opiates had dissipated, leaving him sore and aching, every muscle in his body feeling the torture of the T-stand. Without even intending to, he began moaning, closing his eyes in an attempt to escape the reality of his situation.

When he opened his eyes, Iason was standing before him, an inexplicable look on his face. Now he grabbed his hair and pulled his head back once again. "Why, Riki?" he whispered, his voice harsh and thick with emotion. "Why would you do such a thing? And with…Katze and Daryl?"

"I…I was just trying to…help them."

"Help them. Oh…let me guess. They're lovers but can't pair, so you're posing as a knight to help them by proxy?"

Riki's eyes opened with surprise. "Yes, fuck…that's fucking exactly it."

"So what you were doing, you did out of nobility, is that it? And when you told Katze how hot he was, how good he felt, that was your way of closing the spaces between them?" His voice now shaking with anger, the Blondie pressed himself closer to his pet's face.

"That was…just physical. Like how it is with you and Raoul."

The Blondie laughed softly. "Interesting that you should mention Raoul. In fact, he will be here momentarily."

Riki blinked, horrified. Why would Raoul be coming over…now?

"Yes, I thought that might get a reaction out of you. I told you I had something special planned tonight. Given your particular fondness for Raoul, I've decided it would be a nice touch if he administered the discipline. I have quite an agenda planned. Would you like to know what's coming or do you prefer surprises?"

The mongrel gasped a few times, trying to catch his breath. "No," he said, shaking his head. "You…wouldn't do that."

"Wouldn't I? Just like you wouldn't take Daryl and Katze on a whim?" He laughed again. "Personally, I'm partial to surprises. So I think we'll just do it that way. It should be quite entertaining…for Raoul and I, at any rate. I must say, Raoul seemed especially pleased-eager, more accurately-to be invited to participate in your taming. He has a penchant for discipline, apparently-especially spankings, and since I know how much you enjoy those, too, I thought that would work out rather nicely. Oh…now I've gone and spoiled the first surprise."

Trembling, Riki listened to his master's terrifying prelude to discipline, knowing all too well that these weren't empty threats. He was trying to prepare himself for more pain, but at the moment he was so frightened at the prospect of Raoul administering the punishment that he actually began crying.

"Oh," Iason breathed, gently licking a tear from his face, "crying already? You won't have tears left, pet, before the night's through." Now he leaned in close to whisper into his ear, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you to feel the pain I felt when I came in here and saw you taking Katze. The only way I can achieve that, I think, is through a night of punishment specially tailored for you. I'm going to drive obedience into you tonight, however long it takes."

The sound of the door interrupted Iason's monologue. "Ah. Here he is now," Iason said, his lip curling in an almost sinister smile as he left the room.

Feeling his face flush hot, Riki steeled himself for an experience he would now give anything to avoid. When Iason entered the room with Raoul, he could not even raise his head to look at them.

Iason grabbed his chin, forcing his attention. "Pet. Raoul has graciously agreed to administer the punishment tonight; I've explained to him our little situation, so he knows the severity of discipline required."

Riki's eyes met Raoul's, flashing darkly when he apprehended the Blondie's gloating smile and look of absolute triumph and excitement. Graciously agreed? Fucking Raoul. He was practically foaming at the mouth.

"So, Raoul, I leave him in your hands. Shall I release him?"

"Yes," Raoul said. "I want him over my knee."

"You're leaving?" Riki said, fearfully.

"Figure of speech, pet. No, I'll be watching, to be sure. I don't want to miss a thing." Iason uncuffed him, propping up his body when he fell limply upon being released.

Riki felt Raoul's strong hands brusquely lift him up and hoist him over his shoulder, then take him over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, repositioning him over his knees.

Noting the evidence of extensive punishment caused by the taming stick, he nodded his approval. "Nicely done, Iason."

"Thank you. I was rather pleased myself."

"It's going to make my job a lot easier."

"Please, Iason," Riki pleaded. "Please…don't do this. Don't let him…hurt me."

"Not open for negotiation, pet," Iason replied, firmly.

Despite himself, Riki was shaking in pure terror to find himself bent over the knee of his nemesis and knowing that the Blondie had just been given license to punish him severely.

"How cute. The little punk is shaking." Raoul laughed. He bent down, speaking in a low voice. "You should be shaking, after what you did. I personally can't believe it could possibly be true. But Iason assures me it is, and so, here we are. And now you're going to be punished-like you've never been punished before."

With that, Raoul brought his hand down with a strike so hard that Riki screamed, his tender flesh traumatized by the additional punishment. Thus commenced the spanking at the hand of the Raoul, an experience so terrible that Riki felt that he wanted to die. Pleading and crying, he begged unsuccessfully for a termination to the brutal spanking, imploring Iason, who watched him suffer, his own face expressionless. For Raoul, spanking Riki was one of the most satisfying moments of his life, and he savored every cry, every scream, every desperate wiggle he made as Riki attempted to escape the Blondie's punishment. The experience was intensely sexually arousing. He would have been content to go on spanking the mongrel forever, perhaps even spanking him to death, if that were possible. But eventually, Iason raised his hand. "That's enough," he said quietly, as Riki sobbed inconsolably on Raoul's knee.

"Where next?" Raoul asked.

"The great hall. I'll sit in the chair."

Picking him up firmly and setting him on his feet, Raoul got up, then led him by his hair roughly into the great hall. Confused, Riki looked to Iason for an explanation, but the Blondie said nothing, simply going to his favorite chair and sitting down in it, crossing his legs with disconcerting nonchalance. Then Raoul pushed him toward Iason, and Riki stopped, uncertain of what was wanted.

"Put your hands on the chair, Riki," Iason said, motioning to the arms of the chair. The mongrel did so, surprised when Iason put his own hands over his, as though pinning him down. Then, he felt Raoul pulling his hips back and suddenly comprehended what was going on.

"Please, Iason," he begged in a urgent whisper. "Don't do this. Not him. Please!"

"Hush, pet." Iason watched his face as Raoul positioned him and then, with absolutely no warning or preparation, plunged fully into the exposed mongrel.

Riki cried out in complete anguish; even Iason had never hurt this much. And to know it was Raoul made the rape all the more punishing.

Raoul was beside himself with utter delight, moaning loudly from the very start. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when he felt how tight he was-no wonder Iason had developed a taste for taking the mongrel. He was, in fact, so tight that he wasn't even sure he could fit completely inside him, but he forced himself in anyway. He groaned, closing his eyes.

"Oh, Iason," he gasped. "He's so tight."

Riki's cries sent shudders down his back, and the fact that Iason had commissioned the entire project was simply unbelievable. The call he had received from Iason earlier that evening had been one of the most surprising events of his life. He and Iason had barely been on speaking terms since their night together, and then for Iason to suggest he punish Riki-it was almost surreal. He began to wonder if he was even lucid-maybe he was actively fantasizing. Spanking Riki had been an experience beyond his wildest dreams and it had aroused him so intensely that fucking the mongrel was nothing less than exquisite. And just to know he was hurting Iason's pet-this mongrel who he so despised-made it all the more exciting. He loved Riki's cries. He had to admit that Iason's little pet was enticing-physically tantalizing-and such an incredibly sweet fuck that he now felt a little confused regarding his own thoughts on masters and pets. He had to admit, he wouldn't mind taking Riki again…and again.

Riki hung his head, unable to look into the eyes of his Blondie master so close to him, tears now streaming down his already tear-stained face.

"This won't be the last time I have Raoul come here to discipline you, if you continue with your tiresome disobedience, pet," Iason whispered, calmly. "I see now that I've been too gentle with you. I think, after tonight, you may think twice about disobeying me. I can see you think I'm being cruel. But I'm determined to punish you until you fully regret taking Katze and Daryl."

"I do…fully regret it," Riki pleaded.

"Not yet," Iason said, softly. "But you will."

Raoul was so stimulated that he quickly ascended to his peak, grunting with each thrust, and then, suddenly, releasing his essence with a broken groan. He withdrew, smiling at Iason, who nodded almost imperceptibly, releasing his pet's hands. Riki was still crying, his head hanging low.

Now Iason stood up. "Sit here," he commanded, placing his pet firmly in the chair.

The mongrel wiped his tears, trying to regain his composure, wondering what was going to happen next. When Raoul began kissing Iason, passionately, he felt stabs of dark jealousy turn his stomach. Surely…they weren't going to make him…watch.

When Raoul began undressing Iason, his heart sank. He tried to look away, but found that he could not. Iason closed his eyes and threw back his head as Raoul began kissing and biting his throat, obviously in exactly the way he liked it best, his lips parting with a little moan. Now Raoul's hands explored his body with infuriating familiarity, moving to the places that most stimulated Iason, who now leaned back against the bar, spreading his legs to increase his stability. Raoul's touch and experienced strokes elicited an immediate erection as though Iason had been wearing a pet ring. Raoul then led him close to Riki, who watched in horror as Iason grabbed the armrests of the chair in the same manner that Riki had done, his face close to the mongrel's. His legs spread wide to make himself more accessible, Iason offered himself to Raoul, who knelt and pleasured his most sensitive region with his tongue.

Iason's face contorted with pleasure, his expressions unbearable to the miserable mongrel who watched in horror. His lip curled in a slight snarl-a look Riki had never seen before, and one he didn't care to see now, produced by Raoul.

"Ohhhh," Iason breathed, then bit his lip.

The Blondie's hair brushed against his naked skin, and his every gasp and moan was forced upon him, tormenting him with Iason's pleasure.

Iason opened his eyes, which shone with lust and pleasure, and looked directly at his pet. "What do you think of this punishment, pet?" he whispered.

"It fucking sucks," Riki said in an anguished voice. "Please stop it."

"Oh no," Iason said, then moaned, closing his eyes for a moment. "No. Not until we're finished."

Moaning again, Iason threw his head back, wiggling a bit against Raoul's mouth for more stimulation.

"Right there!" he cried suddenly, then began gasping.

Riki felt like he was going out of his mind. He fucking wanted to kill Raoul. And at this point he was pretty pissed with Iason, too. This was absolute torture-even worse than the physical punishment.

Now Iason straightened up, almost urgently, and Raoul moved in front of him, his back pressed up against the chair. Riki pulled up his legs so there could be no chance of his touching the man who he hated more than anyone in the world. Raoul began pleasuring Iason, first with his tongue and then taking him into his mouth, apparently in exactly the manner Iason wanted from the sound of the Blondie's sighs and gasps. Iason spread his feet apart a little more, thrusting himself toward Raoul as if offering himself more fully. His hands rested on Raoul's head, stroking his hair, then holding him.

"That's it…perfect, Raoul," he whispered, closing his eyes.

Riki bristled with these words, his jealously now consuming him.

"Raoul…you're so…hot." As Iason said this last word, he looked directly at Riki, and the mongrel had a faint recollection that he had said something similar to Katze, right before Iason walked in.

Iason threw his head back with a spine-chilling moan. Raoul ran his hands up his body, knowing from his partner's cues that he was about to climax. Riki knew, too, and watched darkly as his master's face contorted with pleasure and he gasped, and then, grabbing Raoul's hair, cried out in the most exquisite, sexually provocative vocalization Riki had ever heard, sending shivers through him and even arousing him, despite his torment.

Stunned, he simply stared at Iason for a long moment when the Blondie opened his eyes to look at him. Wiping a tear from his face, Riki looked away.

"Thank you, Raoul, for your assistance with this," Iason said, getting dressed.

"What, are we finished?" Raoul desperately wanted to punish the mongrel some more.

"I think he's been sufficiently punished for now. But I won't hesitate," now he glanced at Riki, "to call you again if I think he needs discipline."

"Call me any time," Raoul said, smiling. "I'm glad I could be…of service." As he left, he gave the mongrel a parting shot that communicated his utter delight with the evening's activities. Glaring back, Riki tried to convey his plan to torture and dismember Raoul and have his body parts scattered throughout Amoi.

Iason walked Raoul to the door, and as he came back he stopped to open a cabinet, removing Riki's taming chains.

Sighing, the mongrel held out his hands to be cuffed, and then his feet. Iason snapped the collar around his neck and then led him to the corner of the great hall, chaining him to the post there.

So. He was to be in chains again. Riki sat down, pulling up his legs and resting his head on his arms. Suddenly, it was as though something inside him broke-he began sobbing, unable to stop. It had simply been the worst night of his life. He thought of Katze and Daryl and how they had been hurt, and then his own punishment. And worst of all-Raoul. His spanking, which had been a nightmare, and then being raped by him and forced to watch him pleasure Iason…it was all too much. And now he was back in chains, and Iason was apparently still angry with him. And all of this had happened because of his own stupidity, so he was angry with himself, too. He felt incredibly hurt that Iason had used Raoul to discipline him, that he had allowed the Blondie to rape him when he knew full well how Riki felt about Raoul. But then, he knew he deserved it for what he'd done.

Iason poured himself a glass of wine and attempted to sit down and read a periodical. Riki's weeping tugged at him, and he tried to ignore him, but he was seriously distracted by it and read the same line over and over in the periodical. His pet never cried like this after punishment-except immediately after, of course. In the end, the misery of his pet was just too much to bear. After his weeping had gone on for a good while, Iason finally got up and approached the mongrel, crouching down.

On sensing his presence, Riki startled, instinctively holding up his arm and cringing, his eyes filled with terror.

"Hush, pet," Iason said, softly, reaching out to stroke his hair.

Relaxing at his master's gentle touch and soothing voice, Riki looked up at him with wide eyes.

Smiling with a kindness reassuring to his pet, Iason unhooked his collar chain and picked him up, carrying him to the chair, where he settled down with him on his lap. Riki rested against him, sighing when Iason put his arms around him. For a long time they sat together thus, silent, reestablishing their intimacy. Riki played with the Blondie's hair, rubbing it between his fingers.

"You really…hurt me," Riki said, finally.

"I can say the same to you," Iason said, softly.

"But," now Riki's eyes flashed angrily, "you let him beat and rape me. How could you?"

The Blondie sighed. "No matter what I do, Riki, you continue to disobey me. It was the only thing I could think of that would reach you."

"It was fucking cruel."

"I see." Now Iason's face darkened. "And I suppose your taking Daryl and Katze-IN MY BED-wasn't cruel?"

"Don't you get it? They're in love, but they live a fucked-up world that took away their means for showing that love. I was just trying to help them. No, you wouldn't understand. You probably never loved anyone in your life."

"Whether I have loved or not," Iason said, his voice shaking, "is no justification for what you did. I was perfectly correct in punishing you in whatever way would achieve my purpose."

"And what was your purpose, to make me suffer hell on Amoi?"

"Precisely so. Each time you disobey me, the punishment will get more severe, Riki. And in this particular instance I think I was rather lenient on all three of you. Do you not realize the magnitude of Furniture engaging sexually with pets? It flies against the entire system. Furniture are modified specifically to no longer be a threat to pets in their charge."

"By modify, you mean they had their dicks whacked off. That's fucked up and you know it."

Iason sighed. "What do you want, Riki? I did not create the world. I did not put the system into place. But if Jupiter knew what had gone on here today, the three of you would be taken from me and tinkered with, perhaps even killed."

Riki fell silent, mulling this over.

"So in a sense, I was just trying to protect all of you by punishing you so severely you won't ever consider engaging in such dangerous relations again."

"Oh, come on. You fucking know you enjoyed watching me suffer. I could see it in your eyes. You were pissed as hell and wanted vindication."

The Blondie smiled, chuckling softly. "Yes. I won't deny the truth of that-but what I said about your safety is true, too. You must never speak of this incident to anyone."

"How do you know Raoul won't report it to Jupiter?" Riki demanded. "He fucking hates me."

Iason fell silent. This was something he had failed to consider. He would have to approach Raoul about it. "I'll take care of that, pet. For now, you just worry about being more obedient."

They sat together for a bit more, each of them comforted by the familiar physical presence of the other-the intangible attraction between them that drew them so closely together no matter what happened, no matter what grievance or argument had driven them apart. It was the mystery of their bond, an intensity that was disconcerting to master and pet alike.

"Iason," Riki said, finally.

"Yes?"

His pet paused for a moment. "Do you forgive me?"

Sighing, Iason stroked his cheek. "I am trying to, pet."

"I have no feelings for Katze…or Daryl," Riki said finally. "The only one I have feelings for…is you."

Iason's heart beat a little faster with this declaration, and he smiled. "Are you saying you love me?"

"I'm saying," Riki said quickly, "that what I feel for you…falls somewhere close to that, if not love exactly."

The Blondie chuckled at his pet's qualified answer, thrilled with his pet's profession of almost-love.

"It…really hurt me…watching you with Raoul."

Now Iason grew serious. "How do you think I felt, when I came upon you and Katze?"

"It couldn't have felt the same for you. You were pissed because we were disobedient. I was hurt and jealous because I had to see you with another man."

"What makes you think," Iason whispered, "that I would not be hurt and jealous seeing you with Katze? Why shouldn't I want you all to myself?"

Riki fell silent. "I…didn't think of it like that."

"Your problem," Iason scolded, "is that too often you don't think-before you act."

The mongrel sighed. "How long are you going to keep me in chains?"

"Until I'm finished."

Sighing again, Riki rested his head against Iason's chest. Sitting naked on Iason's lap was giving him an erection, and he tried to cover himself with his hands.

"I have told you," Iason whispered, "never to be ashamed of your arousal." He pushed Riki's hands away and began stroking him, quickly bringing his erection into full rigidity.

The mongrel moaned, desperate for release but feeling as though he was in no position to make requests. For all he knew, Iason planned to torment him all night by preventing consummation.

"Are you going to ask me?" Iason said, finally.

"I'm afraid to."

"Don't be. Tell me what you want, love."

Hearing the word "love," Riki felt relieved, realizing in that instant that everything was almost back to normal. "I want to come…in your mouth. Will you pleasure me?"

"Yes," Iason said softly, bending down to kiss him, a long, slow, exquisitely sensual kiss that dissolved all the mongrel's inhibitions.

The Blondie stood up, carrying his pet over to the bar and setting him down there, then pushing his legs apart and gazing at his masculine beauty for a moment. Then, holding his now completely engorged erection in his hand, he moved his tongue along the head, flicking it, and then took his pet partway into his mouth. Riki moaned, his hands resting on the Blondie's head, his chains hanging down into his hair, thrilled when Iason continued and took him fully into his mouth. Then, wiggling his tongue along the shaft as he withdrew, he took him in once again, gently sucking. His pet's legs hung off the bar, and he began swinging them, like a child, unaware that he was doing so, his gasps and moans betraying his utter delight at Iason's art of pleasuring. The chains jangled madly with his movement, and Iason had to suppress an urge to laugh.

"Oh…that's so good…I love you so much," Riki said, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just made a declaration of love.

Iason almost stopped what he was doing when he heard his pet's words, but he quickly dismissed the profession as something Riki didn't truly mean, at least not in the way he wanted it. His pet had earlier given him assurances of his affection, and for Iason, that was more than enough, for tonight. Still, his mind replayed the declaration over and over, and he shivered with the thrill of hearing Riki say the words he so desperately wanted to hear.

"Fuck yes. Oh yesss. Fucking…I'm coming, fuck I'm coming!" Riki then cried out his ecstasy, feeling his semen shoot into the back of the beautiful Blondie's mouth. "Oh yeah," he groaned.

Iason smiled. "Did you like that, pet?"

"Hell yes."

"Hold out your hands."

Riki did so, and Iason removed the cuffs, uncuffing his feet as well. His pet's delight at being freed was almost overwhelming-he lept forward, kissing his master furiously on the cheek and throwing his arms around his neck.

"I'll be good," Riki promised. "I'll be so good, I swear!"

"You'd better," Iason warned, but smiled at his pet's happiness.

Thus with a kiss, there came an end to Iason's wrath. At least…for that night.

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