Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Of Whips and Chains...and Mongrel Charms ❯ Chapter 1

Of Whips and Chains…and Mongrel Charms

<Ai no Kusabi>

NC-17, explicit yaoi

Iason x Riki

by Kira Takenouchi

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

Author's Note: Special thanks to Miramar for the idea of taking Riki to a public whipping.

Riki was heading toward the observatory, robe in hand, preparing to soak in the hot tub. He was sore and grumpy from his paddling and had spent the night tossing and turning. As he passed through the great hall, Iason's voice stopped him. Riki turned to see the handsome Blondie standing by the window, both hands on his hips.

"Riki. Where are you going?"

"To…the observatory."

"Why?"

"Because I want to use the hot tub," Riki snapped. "I can fucking hardly move."

"I don't recall giving you permission to do so," Iason said, softly.

"You've got to be kidding. Please tell me you're fucking kidding."

"Come here."

Sighing with exaggerated annoyance, the mongrel stomped toward his Blondie master. Iason reached down and took hold of his chin, leaning close. "How quickly you forget that you, Riki are my pet-and that I am your master. So today you're going to have a lesson in what it means to be a pet."

Dragging him over to the special cabinet where his chains were kept, Iason quickly cuffed his pet, and then cuffed himself to Riki via the long chain that attached to his collar.

"Where are we going?" Riki demanded.

"To a public whipping. It's time you knew what happens to truly disobedient pets." Iason smiled at his pet's obvious surprise and consternation.

Riki, misunderstanding his master's meaning, now quickly changed his tone and demeanor. "You're…you're going to have me whipped…in p-public?" he stammered, his eyes widening in a way that was completely endearing to the Blondie.

Iason laughed softly, then bent over and kissed his forehead. "Not you, pet," he replied. "At least…not today."

The Blondie secretly had absolutely no intention of ever putting his pet through a public whipping; he preferred the intimacy of a private discipline session, and, out of personal preference, one that produced less blood and more erotic desserts. But it would be good for Riki to see the possible consequences of disobedience; perhaps he would even appreciate Iason's leniency. The public whippings were held precisely for that purpose-to frighten recalcitrant pets-and sometimes even Furniture-into obedience. One viewing was usually sufficient to curb even the most unruly pet, although Iason had his doubts as to what effect the experience would have on his intractable mongrel.

Nevertheless, they were going, if for one reason only-the administrator of this particular public whipping was someone Riki knew well: Raoul. Iason knew that his pet would be mortified at the thought of being subjected to Raoul's punishing arm in such a manner. Further, this was not the first time Raoul had executed a public whipping. Raoul had a penchant for whippings, and was quite good-and feared-at what he did. In truth, he was something of a performer, and Iason knew it was a show his pet would never forget.

Once he realized he was in no immediate peril, Riki reverted back to his previous attitude-a hybrid of defiance and annoyance, plus a bit of sulking over having to wear chains in public, which he absolutely abhorred.

Even before they left the penthouse, Iason had perceptibly shifted his own demeanor, and Riki realized by his stern aloofness that his master had his "public" face on. Pulling firmly on his chain as though he needed coaxing, the Blondie communicated his authority and hinted as to the importance of obedience in public. They drove to the viewing mostly in silence, until they neared the site.

"What you're about to see is not going to be pleasant," Iason warned.

Riki gave a little snort of derision, as though he were completely unconcerned, although he was, in fact, a bit nervous about the event, and his heart began to beat a little faster.

The Blondie raised an eyebrow. "I see. You think this will be nothing, do you? Well, pet. You'll soon find out otherwise."

"Whatever," Riki mumbled, with a little laugh.

With that, Iason put the car into park, turned off the generator, then leaned close to him. "You'd better wipe that smirk off your face, Riki. I'm not above putting you over my knee right now. Would you like that?" He paused for a moment. "I didn't think so. Now, there's going to be quite a crowd. You'll be on your best behavior. And in case you don't think I mean it," now he moved aside his cloak, revealing the taming stick he had purposely brought along as a deterrent, "I won't hesitate to tame you in public, despite your compromised state. I think you know that's not an idle threat."

Riki sighed, averting his eyes, though not particularly happy to see that Iason had brought the taming stick.

Iason took hold of his chin, demanding his attention. "Are you going to behave?"

"Yeah."

"What was that?" he asked sharply.

"Yes…Master Iason." His pet whispered these words, as always feeling uncomfortable when made to address Iason formally as his master.

Satisfied, the Blondie let go of him and then got out of the car. Riki followed him, forced to use the driver's side since he was chained to Iason. Now for the first time the mongrel noticed that they were near the Emporium-it was across the street from the square. They were joining a sizeable crowd that had gathered around a platform where several Blondies were conversing. Also on the platform was a rather distressed-looking pet, completely naked but for his cuffs and chains, whose neck chain led to the wristcuff of one of the conversing Blondies. As they made their way a little closer, Riki was distracted by one of the men there on the platform and caught his breath when the Blondie turned so that his profile was in view.

Raoul. It was Raoul.

What the fuck is he doing here? Riki wondered, barely catching himself before he uttered the words aloud. Iason sensed his surprise and smiled.

Riki stared at Raoul, puzzled, then saw he was holding a whip. The realization that Raoul was going to be administering the punishment now began to sink in. Slowly, he looked up at Iason, who was observing him carefully.

"That's right, pet," he said, softly. "Now you're going to see what Raoul is truly capable of."

As Riki stared uneasily at his nemesis, Raoul almost seemed to sense their presence. He turned and saw Iason and smiled, nodding slightly. He was extremely pleased that Iason had followed his suggestion to bring Riki to the public whipping. His eyes moved to Iason's pet, who stared back at him darkly before looking away.

Riki looked around and saw that most of the spectators were Blondies with their pets-all of them chained, as he was. He noticed, too, that the other pets seemed to share his apprehension.

Now there was some movement on the platform as the Blondie whose pet was to be whipped removed his own wristcuff and then, leading his pet firmly to the pole, lifted him and positioned his chained hands above his head on a hook there. Setting him back down, he pushed his legs apart until his ankle chains were taut, then added a second set of cuffs above those, ones that were permanently attached to the platform and which chained him firmly to it. Riki couldn't help but notice that the pet was quite attractive, his body flawless, with light skin and hair, and a firm, perfectly curved bottom that he would have loved to have subjected to a good fucking.

Now the Blondie seemed to whisper something privately in his pet's ear, presumably reiterating his displeasure. This went on for a long moment, the Blondie apparently having plenty to say. Without meaning to, Riki shuddered, imagining what Iason would say to him, if he were in a similar place.

The Blondie moved a few steps away and nodded to Raoul.

"Pet!" Raoul's voice boomed, despite being outside. "Your disobedience has brought you here today. You were given ample opportunity to reform, yet you chose to continually defy your master."

Riki felt a small tug on his chain as Iason summoned him a little closer. He was aware that his Blondie master had shifted positions and was now behind him, his body nearly touching his own.

"So," now Raoul cracked the whip menacingly, "you are about to be severely punished. This is what happens to pets," another crack of the whip, this time Raoul seemed to be addressing the pets in the crowd, "who are disobedient."

Raoul's gaze fell on Riki, and he continued with a wicked smile, looking directly at him as he spoke. "You deserve what's coming. I have no pity for you. You are a naughty, insolent pet and I won't spare my arm here today." He cracked the whip harder this time, turning his attention back to the chained pet. "Z540K. What I'm about to do to you will leave scars you'll carry for the rest of your life. This is part of your punishment; no one wants a marked pet."

Now Raoul removed his cloak, Yui, his Furniture, scurrying to help him and then quietly retreating to the edge of the platform. In his close-fitting bodysuit, it was easy to see how well-built the Blondie was-tall, strong, and broad-shouldered, the muscles of his legs bulging through the thin fabric. Raoul began pacing back and forth, simply cracking the whip as though attempting to fully terrorize the doomed pet before the punishment even began. His silence was almost as effective as his words had been. Riki shuddered again, feeling empathy for the poor unruly pet, whose unnamed transgressions had led to such dire consequences.

Suddenly, with lightning speed and a formidable crack, Raoul sent the whip flying into the exposed flesh of the pet, eliciting a scream and a brilliant streak of blood that dripped down his back in tiny crimson paths. Raoul paced again and then, crack! The whip unleashed with beautiful precision, as evidenced by the pet's even more alarming scream. Thus commenced the public whipping of the unfortunate pet under the merciless arm of Raoul Am, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, whipping his body around in a hypnotic half spin that made punishment look like an art form. He crouched down a bit as he released his fury, his thighs almost bursting through his tight bodysuit, his long golden hair swinging in an arc behind him. Sometimes he swung the whip over his head in a circle a few times before striking. Other times he picked out a pet in the crowd to frighten, smiling disconcertingly as he flipped the whip suggestively, before turning to strike with fearsome brutality once again. All the while the pet's screams pierced through the air, sending chills through Riki, as well as the other pets there, while the Blondies looked on impassively or with unveiled amusement and pleasure.

Blood was now streaming down the pet's back, vividly red against his fair skin, as Raoul wiped the sweat that now dripped from his own face with his arm-until Yui came rushing to him with a towel and a drink of water. Raoul drank half the water and poured the rest on his face, shaking the wetness off like a great wild cat caught unexpectedly in the rain, his mane of hair swaying intoxicatingly. Then he threw the whip up into the air with a little spin just for show, catching it masterfully and immediately unleashing it again, this time striking like a snake on the pet's untouched buttocks, eliciting murmurs of approval and some laughter from the watching Blondies.

Riki was horrified. Without even realizing it, he had backed up, reaching behind him to clutch Iason's thigh, grabbing onto his body suit for reassurance. Thrilled with his pet's reaction, Iason moved even closer, repositioning his cloak so that no one could see just how close he was. His body now brushed against his pet.

He could feel Riki trembling. He leaned down and whispered softly in his ear, "Are you frightened, pet?"

Riki's silence answered for him, and the Blondie smiled. "Would you rather have that Blondie for your master?" Now Iason pressed himself up against the mongrel, having developed an erection from his pet's closeness and Raoul's showmanship. His mastery with a whip was something that Iason had always found attractive about Raoul, simply because he did it so well. And now, Riki's trembling and his furtive grasping behind him had set his blood pounding.

When the Blondie began slowly rubbing up against him, Riki was, at first, startled, and then surprised, given the fact that they were in a public place. But then he realized that all eyes were on the platform, and that Iason was shielding him with his cloak. Iason's slight maneuvers against his bottom and lower back, while triggering some soreness, also had the embarrassing effect of making him aroused.

"I'm getting hard," he whispered. "Everyone will see."

"Your only concern should be what pleases me," came Iason's hushed reply.

Riki fell silent, closing his eyes, now longing for some serious fucking. "What…would please you?"

"You'll find out soon enough. But I want to know…what do you think of the whipping?"

His pet grew quiet again, feeling a little sickened by all the blood, and yet aroused at the same time from his master's erotic movements.

"What, you don't care for it? How very disappointing. To think I brought you here on a special trip and you aren't even enjoying yourself," Iason teased. "And here Raoul wanted you to come especially."

Riki flinched at this, watching Raoul's mesmerizing performance with a mixture of awe, hatred, and fear. He couldn't deny that the Blondie had a certain…flair…for what he did. And his brutal strength left no doubt that his punishment was more than just a good show-he inflicted pure pain, as evidenced by the reddened canvas of the pet's flesh and his agonized, gut-wrenching screams.

The show came to an abrupt end when the pet finally passed out. Raoul wiped his face with a fresh towel offered by Yui, draining a second canister of water as the pet was taken down from the pole by his Blondie master and his servants. The crowd began breaking up as the Blondies escorted their frightened pets-some of them in tears-back home.

"Come, pet," Iason whispered. "Let's pay Raoul our respects."

Mortified, Riki obeyed only because he had no choice, trying to use his chains to mask his erection. Raoul saw them approaching the platform and went to the edge, crouching down.

"Glad you could make it," he said, smiling at Iason, immediately sensing his old lover's arousal, and verifying it with a glance.

"My pleasure, Raoul. As always, you put on quite a show."

"And what about you?" Raoul asked, eyes gleaming as he acknowledged Riki, a little surprised to discover his obvious arousal, and amused at the pet's attempt to hide it. "Did you enjoy it, also?" Laughing when the mongrel failed to answer, he turned to Iason, "If you decide to do a public whipping, just let me know."

"Will do. Although I hope that won't be necessary," the Blondie replied, giving Riki a pointed look.

Feeling as though he were sinking down into his shoes, Riki averted his eyes, silent.

Raoul laughed softly, thrilled with his consternation, and desperately hoping the mongrel would continue his disobedience so he could have the pleasure of disciplining him again-if not at a public whipping, then at the penthouse, like he had done before. He had been actively fantasizing about doing so ever since he had punished Riki, lusting for the exceedingly tight grip of the mongrel. But of course, he wanted Iason even more.

"Iason," he said, lowering his voice. "Come over tonight. I want to show you something."

"What would that be?" Iason answered, knowing full well the Blondie only wanted to lure him to his apartment for sexual domination.

"It's…a surprise," Raoul replied, with a mysterious smile.

"Not tonight," Iason replied, after a pause. "Perhaps another time? Is it something you could show me…at work?"

The disappointment on Raoul's face was so transparent that Riki almost laughed.

"What's so amusing?" Raoul demanded, glaring at Iason's smirking pet.

Iason pulled him a little closer with his chain. "Behave," he whispered.

Raoul had been rejected and Riki was delighted. With great difficulty, the mongrel suppressed his smile, wisely averting his eyes.

"Another time then," Raoul said, hopefully, and Iason acknowledged this remark ambiguously with a smile and a slight nod before turning to leave. Riki risked a final glance back at the Blondie, who looked after Iason with such longing that he almost-had he not utterly and completely despised the sadistic fuck-felt sorry for him.

Inside the car, Iason immediately darkened the windows and leaned over to his pet, pulling him close in a long, searching kiss. The Blondie broke away only to offer tantalizing nibbles along the mongrel's neck, which Riki responded to with a series of gasps, his chains jangling as he instinctively adjusted himself and began a few self-pleasuring strokes.

His master immediately took hold of his hand and, after unfastening his trousers, guided it to his own aching erection. Keeping his hand over his pet's, he demonstrated with a few erotic strokes how he wanted to be pleasured. Riki obeyed, now beside himself with excitement, desperate for carnal engagement.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" he whispered.

Closing his eyes with a slight shiver, the Blondie resisted the urge to do so with great difficulty, firmly pushing his pet's hand away and fastening his trousers. "Not yet," he answered, his eyes betraying his lust.

* * *

Daryl had used Iason's absence as an opportunity to contact Katze from a public terminal with full visual.

"I told you not to call me," Katze said, his voice a little hoarse.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Daryl demanded. "What's wrong with your-are those bruises on your neck? Did Iason do that?"

Katze nodded, lighting up a smoke. "Thought the fucker was going to take me down for sure. But then he…let me go."

"Oh, Katze!"

"Has he…talked to you at all, love?"

Smiling with relief to hear Katze use his petname, Daryl shook his head.

"All right. Daryl. I've got to tell you something. When he came over, he-wanted certain things."

Daryl blinked at this, slowly comprehending what Katze was getting at. "What…exactly?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"He just wanted me to suck him off. But then right after that…I don't know what happened exactly…that's when he almost strangled me."

"I see," Daryl said, feeling a little stab of jealousy.

"Hey. It was-are you…hey. Daryl." Katze observed his lover's expression with alarm, unable to get his thoughts in order. "Don't look like that. I don't know why he made me do it. That's not all he has in mind-I'm to be punished once these fractures are healed."

"What was it…like?"

Katze paused for a moment. "I don't want to talk about this over videocom. Let's wait until we can be together."

"That makes it sound like…you have something to say," Daryl said, his voice quivering.

"Oh Daryl," Katze groaned. "Please, love, don't be hurt. I love you so much. You know that. I just want you to know, no matter what Iason tells you, what it says on that pendant is true. I'm yours…always."

Daryl smiled, trying to push his worries out of his mind. "What you said earlier, what did you mean about…being punished?"

"He threatened to subject me to a public whipping, but then he said he preferred to punish me at the penthouse."

"That's where they've gone-Iason and Riki-to a public whipping."

Katze nodded. "Yeah, I heard about it. It's one of Raoul's whippings. And if I know Iason…my guess is, he didn't tell him it was Raoul beforehand."

Daryl didn't answer, now afraid for Katze. His threat to do a public whipping set the bar higher for Katze's punishment.

Katze, sensing his uneasiness, tried to be nonchalant about it. "This won't be the first time I've had to endure his arm. I can take it."

"When will it happen?"

"He said he'd summon me. So I don't know. But I'm sure, whenever it happens…he'll make you watch."

Daryl sighed, knowing all too well that Katze was right.

* * *

As they rode up the elevator to the top floor, Iason pinned his pet to the wall, fondling him and probing his mouth open with his tongue, kissing him with increasing urgency. Both of them were so aroused that it was almost painful. The sight of his pet in chains always gave Iason a thrill, and the public whipping had excited him immensely. He was desperate for his pet, could hardly wait to get inside the penthouse.

When they reached the top floor and exited the elevator, Iason strode so quickly toward their door that Riki had to almost run to keep pace, his chains jangling. As soon as they stepped inside, Iason pinned his pet up against the door, now molesting him with undeniable intent, tugging down his trousers to reveal Riki's erection.

With uncharacteristic initiative, the mongrel fumbled with Iason's trousers, releasing his master's rigid organ, which he immediately began stroking. Gasping, the Blondie allowed his pet to fondle him for a few moments before leading him to a chair in the great hall. He positioned Riki behind the chair.

"Bend over. Hold onto the chair," he commanded.

As he did so, Iason removed a vial from his pocket that he had correctly predicted would be wanted that afternoon, pouring the oil onto his hand and then onto his hardened organ with a little moan. Spreading Riki apart with his hands, he inserted a finger, and then a second, both sliding in easily from the lubrication. Although Riki was now badly bruised and sore from his paddling, he didn't seem to have the same painful sensitivity to his every touch, and there was no denying that the mongrel was anxious for release.

"Oh yeah," Riki said. "Fuck me, Iason." He arched his back a little to show his interest, his portal offered more invitingly.

The Blondie, though thrilled with Riki's enthusiasm, needed no additional coercion. Spreading his pet once again, he penetrated, sliding in without resistance into the mongrel's hot, tight, wet grip.

"Oh….pet," Iason said in a broken moan, the first few strokes so exquisite he feared he would ejaculate without meaning to. He reached around and took hold of Riki, his hand still well-oiled.

Riki reacted to his stimulation with his typical mongrel articulation. "Fucking Jupiter," he breathed, overcome with the simultaneous stimulation of his master's fucking and fondling. "Yeah…that's fucking beautiful, Iason. Your hand…ohhhh…you're so warm-that oil is-oh fuck yeah."

Iason loved taking his pet while he was in chains. He didn't even really know why, only that he did. He was entirely too aroused to last long as he had been fully ready for consummation since the public whipping. That Riki was so excited only added to his stimulation, and Iason-with uncharacteristic abandon-now began vocalizing his pleasure with each thrust, his grunts and moans becoming increasingly intense.

The auditory stimulation provided by his master's little fucking song sent Riki over the edge. "Yes…fuck me harder," he gasped. "That's it…oh yeah…I'm gonna come. Oh yes…I'm coming…." Iason's hand pumped him with masterful strokes, Riki's semen shooting out in arcs that rained in ivory trails to the floor.

Releasing Riki, Iason now grabbed ahold of his hips, pulling him back firmly as he took him with almost violent urgency, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back as he reached his critical point, his pleasure beyond containment. Riki's arm chains now jangled with each thrust. From deep within his essence rose up, demanding release, and the Blondie's extremely erotic vocalization that accompanied his ejaculation made his pet smile.

Iason withdrew, watching his organ slide out of his pet with a profound sense of ownership, savoring the evidence of his acquisition that escaped from his portal like pearly tears. He loved the way Riki had been so aroused even after viewing the public whipping.

Riki straightened up, turning around and holding his arms out as though expecting to be released from his chains.

Smiling, Iason fastened his trousers, then stood with his arms across his chest. "What are you doing, pet?"

"Waiting for you to take these fucking things off."

The Blondie laughed softly. "And what makes you think I was going to do that? You're going to wear those for awhile."

"What! Come on, Iason. Stop fucking around."

"I assure you, the time for fucking has passed…for now."

"Why are you making me wear them?" Riki demanded.

"Because," the Blondie replied, softly, "I choose to."

"Take them off, dammit!"

"You're getting dangerously close to being punished again, pet," he warned, shaking a finger at him.

Riki fell silent, considering, then decided that Iason was deliberately provoking him to prove his "you can't last three days" theory. He dropped his arms, wondering how long his master would force him to wear the chains.

"There's a good boy," the Blondie praised, bending down to kiss him gently on the lips.

"Well, are you at least going to uncuff me from you?"

Iason answered that by removing his cuff and the chain attached to Riki's collar, but he left the collar on.

"Iason?"

"Yes, pet?"

"You wouldn't really have me whipped like that…by Raoul, would you?" Riki stared up at his Blondie master, his dark eyes wide.

"That depends entirely on how disobedient you are." Iason smiled at his pet's obvious apprehensiveness.

"I don't think you would." The mongrel stared back defiantly.

"Oh? And what makes you so sure?"

His pet shrugged, looking suddenly like a little boy.

Iason laughed, bending down close to him. "What, you think you're so special that I wouldn't put you through that, is that it?"

"Yeah," he conceded.

Iason laughed again, this time loudly. "Come here," he said, pulling his pet to him. Riki rested his head on his chest as his master held him for a few moments. "You…are…special to me," he whispered, finally.

"Then how come…you won't take these chains off?"

"Because I like seeing you in them."

Riki sighed. "You fucking pervert," he muttered.

His master answered that with a spank to his bottom, producing a yelp that sounded almost like a puppy. Iason laughed.

"Don't fucking laugh," Riki growled, "that hurt!"

"Ohhh," Iason breathed brokenly, "I'm so tempted right now to turn you over my knee and give you a real spanking."

His pet grew quiet, unsure if he was serious. He snuggled up to master, sighing, hoping to win him over with his mongrel charm. Iason held him close, easily won over.

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