Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Punishing Katze ❯ One-Shot

Punishing Katze

<Ai no Kusabi>

NC-17, Explicit Yaoi, Lemon, BDSM, D/S, Violence, Spank, Oral, Anal

Raoul x Yui; Iason x Riki; Iason x Enyu

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.***

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"Juthian."

The sound of his master's voice drifted into his consciousness and, struggling against the pain, Juthian opened his eyes.

The Blondie stared down at him curiously; he was drinking a cognac, as usual, seeming rather impassive about his pet's state. What Juthian did not know is that he had been standing there watching him for nearly an hour.

He lifted the bed sheet that covered him-there was nothing to see but a bandage, but even that revealed that his pet was no longer equipped. Instead, his pelvic region was flat-sunken between his hipbones. He let the sheet fall.

Juthian did not need to ask if it was over; the agonizing pain told him he had indeed been castrated. In his last moments before falling unconscious, he had fantasized that all of this was just a ploy on his master's part to frighten him, another one of his punishments, and that he was still to be Master Xian's pet. But now he knew it was true; and what hurt even more than his physical pain was the knowledge that his master did not want him anymore.

"Are you in pain?" Xian asked, and then, without really waiting for his response, called out to the medical attendant for some pain relief. The youth rushed over and administered an opiate intravenously, which Juthian felt almost immediately, sighing.

"Your new master, Iason Mink wants you soon. You'll be going the day after tomorrow."

Juthian nodded bravely. He was going to miss his master's face; he had come to truly enjoy performing for him, watching him pleasure himself, and had loved brushing out his hair each day and putting in his braid, which Master Xian had insisted that he-and not a Furniture-do. Stupidly, he had believed that the Blondie felt something for him. Until very recently he had pampered him with every sort of luxury, and he was always buying him gifts, and wanting him to sit on his lap and-kissing him, on the forehead or cheek. The pure lust on his face while he watched Juthian, either alone or paired, was exciting to his pet, who did everything in his power to please him.

And then…he had opened the forbidden box.

Juthian still could not believe how angry his master became over that, how, in that instant, everything between them was simply swept away. In his heart Juthian felt he had been treated a little unfairly, that what he had done was not a transgression worthy of a public whipping and complete rejection by his master. He felt…yes, a little angry with his master. But mostly…hurt.

But then he was only a pet. He had no right to question his Blondie master's prohibitions or decisions. One thing was certain-he would be more careful with his new master.

Xian seemed to hesitate for a moment, as though he wanted to say something. He took another sip of his cognac, gazing at Juthian with glimmering green eyes. "You should be prepared," he started, then stopped. "Your new master may…want certain things."

Juthian felt like laughing. Did his master honestly think he didn't know about Iason and his famous mongrel pet? Everyone knew Iason Mink took Riki. But his new master wouldn't want a scarred Furniture. No one would.

"I will obey my master in all things," he replied, weakly.

Xian looked relieved. "You should be quite flattered. Iason Mink specifically called to ask for you. You…will have a very comfortable life in his penthouse."

"Yes, Master." Juthian waited, wondering why his master seemed to dally.

"Ju. I would like to…kiss you. Think of it as a goodbye kiss."

Juthian's heart began to pound. His master had never kissed him before, except on the cheek or forehead, and he had a distinct feeling this was not the kind of kiss his master wanted now.

Perceiving his silence as acquiescence, Xian put his drink down and leaned down. He moved close and then paused before gently brushing Juthian's lips with his own. Kissing him a little harder, he slid his tongue tentatively into his mouth, then began exploring him slowly, prodding his mouth open wider. His passion increasing, Xian now kissed him hungrily, thrilled when Juthian responded. For a long, long time they kissed thus, expressing in that moment all the pent-up forbidden desires they had each secretly harbored for the other, realizing what might have been, if they had both only dared. Xian wished now that he had not been so hard on his pet, that he had not threatened to sell him and thus garner the interest of Iason Mink. Xian couldn't refuse Iason, and he was proud that the Blondie wanted his Juthian, but now he found that he didn't want to part with him. Now he wished…he could have kept him for his own, the way Iason kept Riki.

It was their first kiss, intoxicatingly erotic, sweet and sad-for it was also their last.

* * *

"You drove here on your own?" Raoul asked, surprised, climbing into his vehicle.

"I put it on automatic," Yui replied, feeling a little proud of his accomplishment. In truth, he had been scared out of his mind on the Tanagura and Midas freeways.

Raoul nodded, impressed. He could perhaps entrust Yui to more than he had previously.

"What about the car I drove, then? Are we just leaving it here?"

"I've already talked with Omaki. He'll have someone drive it back. I'll pay for their return trip."

Raoul could have had him drive separately, but he found he wanted Yui next to him. As he pulled out of the Taming Tower, he realized that he and Yui had never gone anywhere together in a vehicle before. The Blondie was accustomed to driving alone, and he found Yui's presence…relaxing. He looked over at the youth, marveling over his physical beauty-his shiny, light chestnut hair, vividly green eyes, and refined, almost princely features. Raoul had picked out Yui at Midas Orphanage five years before; as soon as he set eyes on the boy, he knew he wanted him. Yui had agreed to modification without hesitation; he had grown up an orphan and had never known the luxuries that Raoul offered him. Yui had been pretty then, but now…he was undeniably breathtaking.

The Taming Tower had been a turning point for them. Although neither of them spoke for a long time, there was a difference in their relationship. Raoul could not quite put his finger on it, but he felt…grateful, really, to Yui. It was more than that. He had found the boy's gentle touch comforting. And strangely, he was beginning to have…certain thoughts.

Yui puzzled over why his master kept looking at him, his heart beating a little faster each time he did so. Surely he was mistaking his master's look….but it almost seemed to him that Raoul was considering him sexually.

Suddenly Raoul reached over and put his hand on Yui's thigh. Yui allowed this without comment, although his heart was now pounding fast. His Blondie master said nothing, but began moving his hand a little, caressing him.

Merely touching Yui in this forbidden way was deeply arousing to the Blondie, who now found that he was trembling, just a bit.

What was he doing?

As if stung, Raoul suddenly withdrew his hand, again without a word. Yui made no sound or movement, acting as though nothing had happened.

Inside, he experienced a flurry of emotions. His master had…touched him. Suggestively. It was too much to hope for. And the way he had looked at him-he was certain now, that gleam in his eyes had been lust. Yui swallowed, trying to make sense of what was happening, and longing for his master to touch him again.

Raoul was mulling over Yui's reaction to him. He hadn't protested, hadn't moved-hadn't said anything. Did that mean he didn't feel anything, had no views on what had just transpired? Did that mean…that if he wanted to go even further, Yui would submit to him without resistance?

For Raoul, the pursuit of forbidden pleasures was almost an artistic mandate. First he and Iason had shared an illicit union; then Iason had begun taking his pet, much to Raoul's annoyance. He only truly badgered Iason about it because he was jealous, not because it was forbidden-although he did worry about Jupiter. And then…Raoul had been invited to join in. Taking Riki had completely changed his perspective on tasting other forbidden pleasures. It seemed almost natural that Raoul would turn to Yui next.

They had arrived at the apartment complex and quickly made for his floor. Once inside, Yui was startled when Raoul grabbed him from behind, pulling his body close, his hands roaming up and down his body. He gasped when the Blondie began kissing his neck.

Bending close to his ear, his master whispered, "Undress."

Obeying without hesitation, Yui untied his belt and slipped off his robe. He felt the air on his exposed flesh as Raoul stepped back to appraise him. Then he felt the warmth of his master's hands as he began caressing him, especially his buttocks, which he spread hard with his hands, nearly making Yui lose his balance.

Raoul wanted to take Yui but found that he was too sore at the moment. He was rather painfully aroused, however. "Turn around," he commanded, unfastening his trousers to reveal himself.

Yui did so, looking up into his eyes with such gentleness that his master wanted to hug him close. He reached down and stroked his soft face, then took hold of his hand, guiding it to his erection.

Although he wanted to love his master, Yui did not know how. All he could do was try to imitate what he had seen pets do to one another. Kneeling, he took hold of his shaft. Raoul immediately placed his hand over his, repositioning it. "Like this."

Yui looked up uncertainly at the towering Blondie, unsure what to do next. Raoul found his innocence and uncertainty charming, now quite anxious to have his way with him, as soon as he was healed. He guided him with his hand, showing him how he wanted to be stroked. "Grip me a little tighter…yes. Just like that."

A bit of essence erupted from his master, and Yui instinctive licked it.

"Ohhh," Raoul moaned, surprised and excited. "Good boy. Keep doing that with your tongue…all around the head."

"Yes, Master."

These submissive words, along with the beautiful youth's lingual explorations were enough to almost take Raoul to the brink. They had hardly started and already he wanted to come.

"Open your mouth," he whispered, urgently.

Yui obeyed, admitting and pleasuring him eagerly, a sight extraordinarily stimulating to his Blondie master. And as Raoul ejaculated into his mouth, far sooner than he had intended, he realized that his relationship with Yui would never again be the same.

* * *

"Riki! Enyu!" The unmistakable bellow of their Blondie master sent both pets rushing to the great hall, where Iason sat in his chair, legs crossed, wine glass in hand.

"I understand that Katze was forced to discipline the two of you this afternoon," he said, sipping his wine. "That's most unfortunate. For his trouble, I'm going to give you both a few spanks. Perhaps in the future you will think twice before acting like wild boys when I'm away."

"But…Ia-Master Iason," Riki whispered imploringly, "I'm so sore. Can't I…have mine tomorrow?"

"No, pet. This will be a lesson for you-if Katze is forced to use that taming stick when I'm away, you'll be getting another round of discipline from me when I get home. Come here." Iason set his wine glass down, patting his lap.

Reluctantly, Riki shuffled forward, flinching when Iason grabbed him firmly and pulled him over his knee, and then wincing when the Blondie pulled his pants down.

Removing his glove with his teeth, Iason proceeded to administer a few hard spanks; not many-but enough to make Riki cry out all the same. The poor mongrel was so sore that he found even this small bit of punishment brought him close to tears, but he bore it stoically, finding it nothing compared to what he had been through that morning.

Setting him roughly back on his feet, Iason gave him a stern look. "I strongly advise you to behave, Riki. You're in no state for more discipline."

"Yes, Master," he murmured, eyes averted.

"Enyu. You're next." Iason pointed to his lap, waiting.

Enyu stared at him, horrified. He had already been punished brutally by that mean Furniture, and now Master Iason was going to spank him? What kind of hell had Jupiter sent him to?

"Did you hear me? Obey me, now!" Iason commanded, sharply.

But the Xeronian felt paralyzed, unable to physically move toward the fearsome Blondie.

"You've just doubled your punishment," the Blondie warned.

Suddenly, without really thinking about what he was doing, he did what he had witnessed Riki do-he ran.

Dashing back toward the guest wing, he ran with all his might toward the pool entrance at the end of the hall. In his mind he knew he was only getting himself in worse trouble, but he was so frightened that he was desperate to believe he could escape his Blondie master's punishment.

Surprised, Iason remained sitting for a moment, then laughed softly. He was going to have to put an end to this disobedience now, before he had two naughty pets to deal with on a regular basis. He took another sip of his wine, then got up and with deliberate slowness went off leisurely after his unruly pet. Riki skipped after him, excitedly, smirking with utter delight.

The Blondie's footsteps echoed down the long corridor. Iason seemed to guess exactly where the Xeronian might try to hide, making for the pool area. He passed the first pool and then went outside onto the balcony. Enyu was at the far end of the deck, pathetically attempting to hide behind a fountain statue of an ancient Amoian dark horse.

"You've just made this much worse for yourself, Enyu. Now you've earned yourself a sound spanking," Iason said, harshly.

"Please, Master Iason," Enyu begged, crying, "please-I'll do anything! Please don't spank me, please! I know I shouldn't have run…I'm sorry! I'm so scared!"

Riki giggled at Enyu's complete lack of dignity in the face of certain punishment.

"Hush, Riki," Iason said sharply. "Or I'll turn you over my knee again, too."

The Blondie's threat was followed by dead silence, and then Enyu's pathetic sobbing.

"Save those tears, Enyu. You'll need them," the Blondie said, approaching him menacingly. "And if I have to walk all the way over there to get you, you're really going to regret it."

Terrified of this threat, but unable to move, Enyu cowered, closing his eyes as though hoping to make the horrible situation go away.

Riki was biting his lip to keep from howling, jumping up and down on his bare feet with glee.

Iason made his way over to where Enyu was sitting, cowering, face buried in his arms. "I'm a little surprised at your choice, Enyu," he said, sternly, crouching down, his beautiful thighs bulging out of his thin body suit, his hair trailing on the ground, shining in the evening sun. "I thought I wouldn't have a problem with you, but it seems I was mistaken. Look at me."

Reluctantly, Enyu lifted his head, peering up at his Blondie master with terror.

"I won't tolerate this kind of disobedience, pet. When I tell you to do something, you'll do it." He stood up, towering over him, hands on his hips. "You made me come and get you, and now you're going to be punished for it. If you're smart," now Iason paused, glancing over at Riki pointedly, "you'll learn something from this and modify your future behavior accordingly." Yanking him roughly to his feet, he proceeded to drag him all the way back to his chair-the "punishment chair" as Riki thought of it, since it had become almost a ritual for his master to administer spankings there.

Enyu whimpered all the way to the chair, frightened out of his mind after the spanking he had just witnessed that morning. Jupiter had said that Iason Mink was special-different from other Blondies, and now he was starting to understand what he meant. But he was failing Jupiter's commission-to drive a wedge between Iason and his mongrel pet. Jupiter had promised him that the Blondie would be pleased with his sexual gifts and would probably sell Riki very soon, if Enyu succeeded in his mission. Then he would be the only pet of the powerful Iason Mink. But Jupiter hadn't said anything about being beaten with a stick by a strange Furniture or being brutally spanked by his new master. And so far, Iason seemed just as attached to his mongrel pet, unnaturally so, in his view.

Reaching his chair, Iason sat down and pulled Enyu over his knee, pulling up his garment to reveal his bare bottom and keeping the pet's arms pinned behind his back. Enyu's flesh showed the marks from the taming stick, but other than that, his skin was flawless.

"Have you ever been spanked before?" Iason asked, resting his hand on the boy's smooth, hot skin, and caressing him with his thumb.

"No, Master," Enyu answered, trembling, now troubled by an emerging erection from Iason's touch.

The Blondie felt his stirring on this thigh and smiled. "Are you aroused even now, my Enyu?"

Riki started at his master's use of the word "my" when addressing Enyu, finding it most distasteful.

"Yes, Master," Enyu admitted.

"That's only because you don't know what's coming. Now, you are going to learn, Enyu, that when I command you to do something, you will obey immediately, without question. Running away constitutes a serious act of disobedience that requires prompt correction. Do you understand?"

"Yes…Master!" Enyu cried out now, terrified.

"Good. We're making progress already." Iason took another leisurely sip of his wine, then set the glass back on the table. "Now. It's time for your first lesson." With that, the Blondie whipped his arm back and stuck the prostrate pet with such a loud and violent spank that even Riki was surprised, eyes widening with pleasure. Thus commenced Enyu's wickedly brutal spanking at the hands of the Blondie Mink, the smacks of his spanking painfully loud, his screams and sobs almost unbearable to listen to.

Riki was beside himself with joy to see cat-boy getting a sound spanking, even getting aroused by the sight of his beautiful Master in motion and Enyu's bottom growing red. And of course, cat-boy's cries and screams, his pathetic begging, his whimpers and sobs, were priceless. For once, someone other than himself was getting a taste of Iason's fearsome arm.

Enyu never knew there could be pain like this. It was unbearable, unrelenting, merciless- barbarian. Master Iason was horrifying as a disciplinarian, and the Xeronian felt like he would die. Maybe he WOULD die on the Blondie's lap…and then his Master would be sorry. This last thought gave him a little comfort, especially since he was pretty certain that these were his last moments on Amoi. It was impossible to endure this much pain and not die, surely.

Though his hand burned dreadfully, Iason continued to spank Enyu with all the force of his arm. He was determined to curb Enyu's disobedience right from the start; and he had to admit, he was enjoying punishing the seductive little Xeronian that had been thrust upon him by Jupiter. The sight of the pet's beautiful bottom now red as the setting sun was enormously satisfying-and stimulating-to him, and the harder he spanked, the more his erection grew.

When at length he brought the spanking to an end, Enyu lay limply over his knees, sobbing so loudly and forlornly that Iason had to smile. He felt confident that, unlike Riki, Enyu would most likely be completely obedient from this moment onward, and so his punishment would work as a deterrent. That it had not worked with Riki was puzzling to him, although he was now convinced the mongrel simply had not been punished severely enough, though he had certainly not been spared his arm. Riki was a deviant, to be sure, and taming him was taking far longer, and had been far more difficult, than he had anticipated-now over two years. The Blondie now realized that to tame him, he would have to completely break him. And part of him just didn't want to do that.

But Enyu…he felt sure that the spanking had worked its magic. The Xeronian would not be acting up any time soon.

He rubbed his hand over the pet's hot, punished flesh, now quite aroused. With trembling fingers, he pressed his cheeks apart to get a peek at his portal, marveling over its tiny spiral. Unable to resist, he inserted a finger, intrigued to discover that the pet's grip was just as tight as before. He wiggled his finger a bit, curious.

Enyu started to calm at his master's exploration, hoping desperately that the Blondie would continue. Riki watched this developing situation jealously, finally unable to bear it.

He sat down at Iason's feet, leaning possessively against his leg and yearning for attention.

Iason smiled. "What, does this make you jealous, pet?"

"Yes, Master," he admitted.

The Blondie laughed, removing his finger, much to Enyu's disappointment, and set him on his feet. "So, Enyu. Did I make clear the importance of obedience, and what happens to naughty pets in my household?"

"Yes, Master," the Xeronian answered, wiping his eyes.

"Good. Go wash your face and stay in your room until I call you."

Enyu obeyed, head down as he slunk away.

"Come here, pet," Iason said, holding a hand out to Riki.

He rose up eagerly, climbing onto his master's lap, though wincing as he sat down. Iason wrapped his arms around him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Are you looking forward to tonight, love?" he whispered.

"Yes, Master," he answered, excited.

"We're alone now, pet. You no longer need to address me so, unless I instruct you, only when we are in the presence of others."

"It's about fucking time," Riki replied. "I was going out of my mind, Master this, Master that. I know you were getting off on it, too."

Iason laughed. "But, Riki, I AM your master, so it is only appropriate you should address me so."

"And now you have two pets to call you master," Riki grumbled.

"And two pets to spank. Don't tell me you're still jealous of Enyu, after you paired with him, and after I spanked him so?"

"You always said that I would be your special pet. And now you have another one, too," the mongrel complained. "Which fucking sucks."

"Concerning Enyu, it's only temporary," Iason assured him. "But you will always be mine."

Smiling at this, Riki snuggled up against him. "So I can do whatever I want tonight, right?"

"Yes, pet. Within reason," he qualified.

"What! You never said that before!"

"If you thought you were going to be able to paddle me, then no, pet."

"Fuck."

Iason laughed. "Oh, I see. You had an agenda of punishment worked out for me, is that it?"

"Could I…spank you just a little, or use the G-strap?"

"You may. But Riki, when I tell you to stop, you must stop. Understood?"

"Yeah," Riki muttered, wishing he had the luxury of cutting off his punishment when it got too unbearable. But still-some discipline was better than none at all.

"Now that I think of it, the G-strap is gone. The drawer was emptied out the night Raoul took you," Iason said, thoughtfully. "I need to contact Raoul about that."

"Iason?"

"Yes, pet?"

"How…did you find me yesterday? Raoul said he blocked the tracer signal."

Iason sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the chair. "He did, pet. When I realized there was no way to find you, I nearly…went out of my mind." As if suddenly flooded by memories of the previous day's drama, the Blondie pulled his pet close, hugging him tightly. "Oh Riki…I don't know what I would have done." Other than kill Raoul, he thought privately.

"I knew you would come."

Iason hugged him tighter, not wanting to frighten his pet with the cold truth-that without his tracer signature, he should not have been able to find him. The fact that he had was freakish, almost supernatural.

"So…how DID you find me?" Riki's whispered, his face pressed against his master's chest so closely that he could hear his heartbeat, steady and solid.

"To be honest, pet, it's something I can't explain."

"I tried to send you a message with mind about where I was," Riki laughed. "Maybe you got it."

Iason froze, then tilted Riki's chin to look at him. "You…sent me a message…with your thoughts?"

"Yeah," Riki shivered. "I know it's dumb, but I was kinda…scared, actually."

For a moment the Blondie said nothing, mulling this over. "Riki," he said finally. "I saw you. In my mind, that is. It was…almost a vision. That's how I knew where you were."

Riki thought about this before replying. "There was this guy in Midas, who was poisoned by Agatha-just like you. He survived, too. And the rumor was that he developed certain…powers. Like he had visions, could see what was happening someplace else in the city. Personally I thought it was a load of bullcrap-I figured he was just trying to nail some ass. But…maybe there's something to it, this whole deal with Agatha's Halo."

"Perhaps," Iason said, smiling.

"Hey! Maybe we could develop it, and then we could send each other secret messages!"

Now the Blondie laughed, hugging him. "I'm never letting you go again, pet."

"You think I'm being silly," Riki sulked.

"Not at all. I'm all for the advancement of telepathy and other cerebral entertainment."

"Yeah, well, I'm thinking we could use it somehow when we overthrow Jupiter!"

Iason put his hand over Riki's mouth, glancing over at the guest wing. "Hush," he whispered. "You are never to speak of such matters."

"I was just joking!"

"All the same," the Blondie replied in a low voice.

"Whatever," Riki said, his voice still muffled by Iason's hand. Then, mischievously, he stuck out his tongue, licking his master's palm.

Surprised, Iason pulled his hand away, then laughed softly. "Naughty little pet."

"You like me naughty," Riki averred, pulling up his knees so that his bare feet were pressed against the inside of the chair and his partial erection exposed.

Iason reached between his legs and began fondling him. "Open your legs for me," he whispered.

Gasping, Riki obeyed, letting his knees fall open, his eyes shining as the Blondie began stroking him more purposefully.

"That's it. You like this, don't you?"

"Yes," his pet answered, breathing a little harder, now fully aroused.

The Blondie continued to pleasure him, his long fingers stroking his shaft and then exploring beneath, caressing him, searching for his portal. Then Iason pulled his hand away and sucked seductively on two fingers.

Riki moaned, squirming with lust.

The Blondie then inserted a finger and began slowly thrusting as he continued stroking him with his other hand.

"Ah!" Riki yelped, finding the multiple stimulation almost too much. He reached out to grab Iason's hands, feeling that maybe he wanted him to stop, but then simply let his hands rest indecisively on his forearms as his master continued to pleasure him, as though torn between wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue.

"I can't," he cried, confused.

"Just let it happen, love," the Blondie said, soothingly.

"It's too…much." Now Riki began pushing on his arm. "Take your finger out."

Iason answered that by inserting a second finger, thrusting a little harder.

"Ohhh," the mongrel moaned, biting his lip.

"Don't fight it, Riki."

"Iason!"

"Shhhh." Iason now gripped his shaft and began pumping him, while he thrust his fingers wildly into him with his other hand.

"Oh god…oh fuck…ohhhh!"

"That's it," his master encouraged. "Don't hold back."

"Oh FUCK!"

"Yesss….just like that," Iason breathed, excited.

"Yeah…oh god yeah." Riki spread his legs wider and moved his feet further apart, letting his head fall back over the side of the chair.

"You're my pretty pet. My beautiful little mongrel. Come for me, pet."

"Ohhh," Riki moaned, urgently, closing his eyes.

"That's it! That's it, Riki." Iason was now so aroused he could hardly contain himself; he began pumping his pet so fast that there was simply no way the mongrel could resist ejaculating.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, eyes rolling back as his semen shot up in glorious arcs, landing on his stomach and sliding down Iason's hand.

"Beautiful," Iason whispered.

Riki sighed, and after a moment gasped, "That was…fucking awesome."

Iason was so rock-hard that he felt ready to burst. "Riki, I need to take you."

"But I'm so sore," Riki whined.

"I'm sorry, pet. Get up and bend over that table."

Riki gave him a seductive gaze. "Why don't you fuck Enyu?"

Iason laughed, amused. "What, now you're pushing me on him? I thought you didn't want me to take him?"

"Go ahead," Riki said, feeling very smug and magnanimous, and also rather comfortable, having just ejaculated. "I know you want to. As long as you promise to let me watch, and you fuck him HARD."

"Make sure you will not regret this later, love. Once I start I won't be able to stop."

"Fuck him," Riki replied, eyes gleaming. "And then send him back to his room."

Thrilled with his pet's "permission" and now even more aroused, Iason called for Enyu, his heart starting to beat faster.

Enyu immediately rushed to the hall, eyes wide with fear.

"Disrobe, Enyu, and bend over that table."

The sheer delight that lit up the Xeronian's face was breathtaking. Enyu obeyed, untying his robe and letting it fall to the floor, then bent over, resting his torso on the cool wood surface, and lifting up onto his toes to give his master a good view.

The sight of the Enyu so obediently posed for acquisition, his bottom still bright red from his spanking, was thoroughly stimulating to the Blondie. Riki climbed off Iason's lap so he could get up. As his master rose, he stopped, bending down to kiss him. "You're such a good pet. You'll always be my favorite pet," he whispered in his ear, pleased that Riki wanted him to enjoy Enyu.

Then he approached the pretty fair-skinned Xeronian, unfastening his trousers to release himself. For a moment he simply stood, stroking his engorged organ as he contemplated what he was about to do. He was exceedingly aroused-and mostly because Riki had voluntarily pushed him to take the beautiful pet. It was his pet's actions that excited him most, although he was quite ready to possess the alluring youth who had been so titillating to him since his arrival. Pushing Enyu's legs further apart with his knees, he spread the youth and positioned himself for entry. He was going to honor Riki's mandate and take Enyu violently.

Grabbing onto his hips, he sunk deep into the Xeronian, gasping over his deliciously tight resistance. Enyu cried out in agony, the Blondie's immense size tearing him.

Iason groaned, withdrew completely, then repositioned himself, his feet further apart, and penetrated again, fully, pulling back on his hips as he pressed himself as deeply as he could. Thus commenced the fucking of Enyu by his new Blondie master.

Riki watched all this from the chair, relishing Enyu's anguished cries. He found he did not, at the moment, begrudge his master taking his new pet, because he knew Iason loved him and because he knew Enyu was in pain. Strangely, he wanted his master to fuck Enyu, wanted the Xeronian to cry out while his master's face contorted with pleasure, and then wanted to watch Iason walk away when he was finished, dismissing the pet without a second glance. By telling Iason to take his new pet, Riki felt he had seized control of the situation, which allowed him to give his master what he knew Iason wanted without feeling extraordinarily jealous.

"Ohhh," Iason moaned, unable to suppress a vocalization of his pleasure. Enyu felt so good; the Blondie wanted to keep fucking him forever. And Riki wanted him to; his pet wanted to watch him take Enyu. This Iason found extraordinarily erotic…and he was going to come fast.

Riki watched his master, fascinated. Iason had never looked more handsome or masculine than he did at that moment, his face contorted with a look that was a cross between pleasure and pain. He was fucking Enyu brutally, selfishly, like a barbarian raping a captive, and the pet cried out with each stroke, beautifully erotic cries which only seemed to fuel the Blondie's lust. Riki was quite sure his master had never taken him that hard; Enyu would be sore, no question. Iason continually pulled back violently on his pet's hips, repositioning him and lifting his hips to get the deepest penetration possible. The Blondie began grunting, almost growling-a guttural sound that Riki had never heard him make before, as he plundered his pretty new pet.

Then, with glorious passion, Iason threw his head back and, eyes closed, released his essence, gasping softly and erratically. Shivering, he opened his eyes and withdrew, looking over at his watching pet.

Iason smiled. And it was a smile unlike Riki had ever seen before.

"Go to your room," he commanded, dismissing Enyu without a second look, much to the ravished pet's dismay. But he had fodder for fantasy now-not that he needed it-and immediately went back to his room to coddle his rigid erection.

Riki had watched the entire episode without feeling jealous…not too much, anyway. As Iason returned to the chair, he bent down to kiss him. "I loved that you let me do that, Master Riki," he whispered.

His pet beamed, adoring it when Iason called him Master. Then, he noticed something on the bar counter.

"What's in that box?" he asked.

Iason then remembered the box, and chuckled. "Go and see, pet."

"Really?" Riki jumped up and ran to retrieve it, carting it back with obvious delight. "It's from the Taming Tower!"

"How fortuitous." The Blondie smiled at the odds of a box arriving from Omaki Ghan exactly when he had been stripped of his favorite instruments of discipline.

"Can I open it?" he shouted.

"Yes, pet. Might I remind you, however, that what you find in that box is most likely going to be used eventually on YOU."

Ignoring this last warning, Riki tore open the box, staring at its contents in disbelief. It was completely filled with instruments of discipline and pleasure. At the very top of the pile was a letter with a seal, which Riki immediately handed to Iason without even looking.

Iason broke the seal and opened the letter.

Iason,

Your box of toys as promised, per our little arrangement. The matter between us has been resolved-I believe to your satisfaction. I have something else of interest to you, if you are willing to pay another 50,000 credits. You might be able to guess what that is. Very interesting viewing, although I must warn you, you might find it somewhat disturbing. What a pretty pet you have, so dark and exotic, it's a wonder you can refrain from taking him yourself. I'm rather taken with his scream, just that right mix of pain and pleasure.

What did you think of my Aki?

Call me; let's go out for drinks and catch up on old times. Or if you prefer, just pay me and I'll release the footage.

Omaki

With a little laugh, Iason folded the letter, shaking his head. Omaki Ghan was incorrigible. It was just like him to taunt him with Riki's torture footage by suggesting that his pet had enjoyed it. However, such titillation was completely unnecessary; he would of course acquire the footage, if only to see exactly what Raoul had done, and wondered why he had not thought of doing so himself.

Riki pulled out a long, phallic implement with raised bumps on its surface and switched it on. It began vibrating. Giggling, the mongrel changed the settings to see what else it would do, then dropped it, yelping.

"Ouch! That fucking hurt! It…shocked me or something."

Iason chuckled. "What setting did you have it on?"

"Huh?" He picked it up carefully by the end and checked. "Oh. Shock." Grinning sheepishly, he tried another setting: G-wave. "I don't feel anything," he complained.

"That's because it doesn't go in your hand, pet."

Riki scowled at him, shutting the device off and tossing it aside, and peering in the box. "Ooo," he breathed, picking up a roundish, thin paddle. "Can I paddle you with this? It doesn't look too bad, right?"

"We'll see."

"Tease," he muttered.

Next he discovered what looked like a chain-mesh bikini with open areas for the genital and anal regions. It looked too small for Iason, so he tossed it aside.

"Let me see that," his master ordered, smiling.

"I'm not wearing it," Riki asserted.

"We'll see about that." Iason examined the bikini with amusement; he couldn't wait to make his pet don it.

Now the mongrel pulled out another outfit that was obviously designed for him-a skimpy mesh short and tank top set, the top looking far too small to provide adequate coverage, in his view. Once again he attempted to toss this aside and was intercepted by Iason, who immediately demanded that he put it on.

"Why don't I just walk around naked, if you're having me wear that?" Riki demanded.

"Put it on. Now."

Sighing, the mongrel pulled off his shirt and pants, irritated, and put on the new outfit. "You've got to be fucking kidding," he despaired, realizing that the mesh offered no coverage whatsoever to certain regions.

"Very appealing. You'll wear that for the rest of the day." Iason loved the look of his pet so attired, his midriff bare and the mesh shorts riding low on his hips, revealing the enticing hollows of Riki's abdomen.

"What!"

"No arguments, pet. That's final."

Sighing dramatically, Riki continued exploring Omaki's box. Next he picked up a formidable looking paddle, quickly attempting to hide it back inside the box.

"Pet." The Blondie snapped his fingers, holding out his hand.

Reluctantly, Riki surrendered the paddle to his master, who examined it with delight.

"Oh my. An emission paddle." Iason turned the paddle around in his hands, smiling. "With intensity settings. Ohhhh," he laughed brokenly. "You'd better behave yourself now, Riki."

"Uh huh." The mongrel shot him a bored look, feigning indifference.

Next he pulled out a kasey-whip. Nervously, he tipped it on its end to read the class number. C-21. C-21? Was there even such a model? "I thought C-20 killed you. So what does C-21 do, bring you back to life?"

"Ah, a C-21, is it? My, my. And I thought those were banned."

"What could it possibly do that's worse than a C-20?" Riki demanded. "And the C-20's not banned?"

"The C-21s come from Alpha Zen, part of the G-wave line specially designed for eunuchs. As it punishes it stimulates-much like the G-strap."

"You mean it could make a Furniture horny?"

"So it's said. But if it's used on a non-eunuch, the damage to sexual function is irreparable. It's the equivalent of castration, only without organ removal."

"Why the hell is it in the box!" Riki yelled, mortified. "What if you had used it by mistake?"

"Calm down, pet. This is Omaki's little joke. He knows perfectly well I'd check the class number-all of the Elites know about our little mishap."

"His sense of humor sucks," he grumbled, adding, "that IS worse than a C-20."

Now he pulled out some ropes and gags, and several vials of oil, nodding approvingly. "Cool," he breathed, as he examined the intricate swirling design on a beautiful, red and black taming stick. Suddenly realizing what he held, he again attempted to hide it back in the box.

"Riki."

Sighing, he relinquished the taming stick to Iason, who waited with outstretched hand.

"Magnificent." His master turned the taming stick over in his hands, marveling over the beauty of its craftsmanship. The design was certainly Urasian, like his MXV Emperor, similarly studded with gems-onyx and ruby. The gems projected a bit from the surface of the stick, which would increase the pain of each blow. Most likely a Xeronian import.

"This probably goes with it," Riki said, tossing him a taming belt-a black leather belt with the same design, and several large inlaid rubies.

Iason stood up and removed his old taming belt, then tried on the new one, sliding the taming stick smoothly into the sheath. He nodded his approval.

"What do you think, pet?" He put his hands on his hips, waiting for Riki's feedback.

"Mmmm." Riki found the new taming stick less alluring when it hung threateningly against his master's thigh.

"This must be worth at least 30,000 credits," Iason mused, puzzled. Why would Omaki extort so much from him and then send him such expensive gifts?

The buzz of the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Ah. They've arrived. Pet, put all that away. You can finish looking through it later."

"Who's arrived?"

"My new bodyguards."

"Body…guards?" Riki slowly refilled the box, looking up at Iason questioningly.

"Yes, Riki. What happened last night will never happen again."

Iason walked toward the door. "Wait." This single word uttered by his voice prevented the door from automatically opening at his approach. "Identify yourself," he commanded, speaking into the intercom.

"Odi Nunnda, and Freyn and Askel Ursath. Your new bodyguards."

The door slid open, admitting the two men-both of whom were extraordinarily tall, and formidable in size.

"You should have made us prove our identity with a scan," Odi said.

"I know. But…I expected you."

"That makes no difference," Freyn said, shaking his head. "An enemy could have quite a bit of knowledge about who you're expecting and exactly when, and then arrive in the guise of an expected guest. We'll scan your place for taps and cams, but someone could always use remote microphones to listen in."

"You need a visual board as well. We'll have one installed right away." Askel examined the door panel, hands on hips. "I'm surprised you haven't seen to that already. After the Agatha incident you told us about."

Iason nodded. "Whatever you need to secure these premises."

The men nodded, grimly, arms across their chests or on their hips-a formidable crew.

Riki watched all this with fascination. His master had acquired bodyguards? Because of what had happened to him? Two of the men looked somewhat similar, and he guessed they were brothers. They looked strong and uncompromising, but not unfriendly. The third man-Odi, was almost frighteningly dark and menacing. Not someone you would want to fuck around with.

Iason led them into the house. "I'll show you to your rooms. I want at least one of you guarding the entrance at all times."

"Two of us will guard," Odi replied. "Except when you venture out. Then two of us will accompany you and the third will remain. In my view a fourth man would be better. That way two of us would always be here whenever you go out."

"I'll see to it." The Blondie accessed the guest wing panel to open all the doors to the suites, then entered the corridor, gesturing to the selection of rooms. "Take your pick. All available except this one," he pointed to Enyu's room, "and…the last room on the right."

Riki was now beside himself with excitement. "Ias-Master, can I have a new room, too?" he asked hopefully, tugging on his bodysuit.

Iason smiled. "Yes, pet. That is what I meant to tell you before. If you had just waited, I fully intended to allow you to choose a new room."

Beaming, Riki ran down the hall, trying to get a glimpse of each room before the bodyguards made their selections. "What about this one?" he asked, pointing to the very room that Iason had said was off-limits.

"Not that one, pet."

"Why not?"

"No more questions."

Wisely obeying his master's mandate, Riki then turned to the other side of the hall, the last room on the left. He could immediately tell from the layout it was the room he wanted; the interior was done in a sort of ancient motif, looking like the interior of an ancient Urasian longhouse with modern Xeronian technology.

"This one!" he yelled.

"Lower your voice," Iason scolded, but smiled at his pet's enthusiasm. Riki dashed into the room to explore its posh features.

The suite was large-the size of an apartment. It was equipped with a bar and a full kitchen, thick, soft carpet, and a full-sized bath with a sunken tub, as well as a separate shower. The bedroom walls were paneled in dark, knotty wood, and hung with tapestries depicting various erotic acts.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, excited.

He dashed into the living area, thrilled with the dark leather furniture. The arms and legs of the chairs ended in small monstrous heads with gaping mouths. Running his hand on the soft leather with a sigh, he leapt onto the sofa, relishing its luxurious comfort. Then his eyes moved to the foot table, made of an immense shield with a glass top. On it was a holograph projector.

"Yes!" He immediately switched it on, enjoying the sight of two young pets copulating in the middle of the room. If he could just get Iason to remove his ring restrictions, he could sit in his room and masturbate all day.

With satisfaction he realized that his room was much better than Enyu's. It was bigger, it had a sunken bath, the décor was cooler, the kitchen was full-sized.

Iason entered, observing his pet's delight with pleasure. "So, do you like it, Riki?"

"It's fucking awesome!"

"What did you think of the billiard room?"

"Billiard room?" Riki sat up, surprised.

The Blondie moved toward a door he had assumed was a closet, opening it to reveal another room with comfortable-looking furniture scattered about and a billiard table in the middle of the room.

"Would you like me to teach you to play?" Iason asked.

"Hmphf," Riki snorted. "You teach me? I'll have you know I'm known as the best pool-player in Ceres."

"Is that so? Then…we'll most definitely have to…make a pool date, sometime."

This reminded his pet of another matter that had been bugging him. "Iason, can we fill the pools?" Riki pleaded. "Please? I need more exercise…you want me to look good, right?"

"Very well," his master replied, deciding a little exercise would be good for his pet.

"Awesome!" The mongrel jumped up, flinging his arms around Iason's neck and jumping up to kiss him.

Iason laughed, thrilled with his pet's affection.

"I got the best room, didn't I?" Riki's eyes shone.

"I knew this would be the one you picked."

"What's wrong with that room across the hall?"

Now Iason's face grew solemn, almost sad. "Leave it alone, pet," he whispered, eyes averted.

Riki stared at his master, perplexed. Had something happened in that room that Iason did not want to remember? He had never seen his Blondie master look so downcast. The room…was it why the guest wing had been sealed off for so long?

"Hey." Riki put his arms around Iason, holding him; Iason returned his embrace, sighing.

* * *

Katze was surprised to see two men standing outside the penthouse when he returned. They nodded at him, seeming to know who it was.

"Katze," one said, gruffly.

"You are?"

"Freyn…and this is Askel. We're the new bodyguards." They stepped aside and allowed Katze to put his hand on the scanner, opening the door.

Katze nodded. "Good." A little late…but better now than never.

"How did you know me?"

Freyn pulled a flip-pad projector out of his pocket and turned it on, projecting Katze's 3-dimensional image into the corridor. Next came Riki's image, but then Freyn shut the unit off.

"Oh. Impressive. Night."

The brothers nodded almost imperceptibly as Katze entered the penthouse. He felt safer just knowing they were there and wondered why Iason hadn't acquired bodyguards earlier.

Iason was waiting for him, whip in hand. The mere sight of the Blondie sent a shiver through him, although Katze could tell the opiates he had taken were starting to kick in. His eyes were drawn to the T-stand that had been rolled into the great hall. So. He was to be restrained.

Katze was trembling. Truly, he had never been more frightened of anything than he was about what was about to happen.

"Do you need to relieve yourself before we begin?" Iason asked.

"No."

"Get undressed."

"Completely?"

"Yes, Katze."

Katze swallowed, feeling a little embarrassed to show his body to Iason, who had never seen him fully nude. He undressed slowly.

"Riki! Enyu!"

"Are they…watching?"

"Yes."

With a sinking feeling, he watched the pets amble into the hall, both of them stopping to stare at him. Katze refused to cower, and stood, back straight, his eunuch status proudly displayed. What he didn't know is that both Riki and Enyu regarded him with admiration, marveling over his impressive physique, which ironically was extraordinarily masculine in every way except one.

Iason glanced at him briefly but was preoccupied with steeling himself for Katze's punishment.

"Sit down, pets," he commanded.

Riki immediately made a beeline for Iason's chair, which was the most comfortable chair in the hall. Enyu was forced to take a seat off to the side and resented having the second-best seat.

"Hold out your arm," Iason ordered, then secured Katze's wrist in an upper cuff of the T-stand.

Without waiting to be asked, Katze held out his other arm, which Iason similarly cuffed.

"Leg." Iason knelt down, cuffing his ankle to the T-stand. Again Katze dutifully offered the other limb without being asked. After adjusting the width of the leg restraints from spread-eagle to shoulder-width, Iason stepped back.

Retrieving his whip from under his belt where he had tucked it, the Blondie opened the command panel on the handle by pushing on the tongue of a gripping beast that ornamented the handsomely engraved handle.

When part of the handle raised and slid to reveal the panel, it was all Riki could do to keep from commenting on how cool the whip was. He wisely remained quiet; in fact, the hall was dead silent, as everyone waited for the whipping to begin. The bodyguards had been advised as to what was coming, and Odi had opted to watch the whipping from the balcony, where he stood, smoking.

"You have a choice, Katze. I can set this for Accelerator for less scarring and faster healing. But it will hurt far, far more."

"Accelerator," Katze replied without hesitating.

Iason raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, then programmed in the Accelerator emission setting.

On hearing his choice, Odi grinned. He liked this Katze…this man was no coward.

"Katze. You are about to be punished for an unforgivable transgression, sexual congress with my pet. Do you have anything to say before we begin?"

"I would like to say, Master Iason," Katze said, boldly, "that it was fucking worth it. It had been a long time since I sucked anyone off and I enjoyed it."

Riki was amused with this defiant reply in the face of punishment, as was Odi, who took a long drag on his cigarette to keep from laughing. Enyu watched the unfolding situation with joy as he realized the mean Furniture who had beat him with the taming stick was about to be whipped.

Iason stared thoughtfully at the handle of his whip, which he turned around slowly in his hands, the tiniest curl of his lip suggesting a smile. "I see. Let's see if you feel the same in about twenty minutes."

With that, he suddenly cracked his whip, startling Enyu, who yelped. Riki now sobered as Katze's punishment became imminent.

The Blondie began to pace, cracking the whip menacingly. "This sentence is nothing compared to what will happen if you dare touch my Riki again. Should you be so foolish, it will be the last thing you do. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master Iason. It will not happen again."

"Good. It's time, Katze."

Katze closed his eyes, bracing himself, thankful for the opiates that were already in his system.

Iason took a step back, then rushed toward him, unleashing the force of the whip across his bare back. Katze screamed in agony, unable to help himself, as the whip tore into his flesh.

Pacing for a brief moment, Iason lunged forward and sent the whip flying again, and again…and again. Blood streamed from the gaping lash marks, and Katze felt he would die from the pain. It was too much.

Riki watched the whipping in horror. This was his doing. He had solicited Katze's sex-and yet Katze was the one who was truly paying for it. Iason was certainly not holding back, and a whip in the Blondie's angry hand was proving to be a formidable combination. Although Iason had seemed rather impassive and cool-headed before the punishment began, Riki knew that he was now angry, that the whipping had somehow tapped into buried rage of some kind. He could tell this by the hard line of his mouth, and by the sharp flick of his wrist as he cracked the whip threateningly, and by the fury with which he released his blows.

Iason was, in fact, furious. Katze's defiant comment ate away at him, and once he became angry, he was no longer able to separate this punishment from what had happened that afternoon at the penthouse between Katze, Riki and Daryl. Deep inside, Iason felt he had never really punished Katze adequately for that transgression, despite his broken ribs and other injuries. Now, his naked body became a canvas on which to express his rage, and Iason's whip, the artist's brush. The sight of Riki on top of Katze tormented him, and he whipped Katze as hard as he could, eliciting unworldly screams from the miserable youth.

And then, silence.

Worried, Riki slid from his chair and approached Iason, tugging on his sleeve. "Please, Master. Please stop."

"Back to your seat, Riki!" Iason answered, sharply.

"Punish me. I'm the one who asked for it. He's…I'm afraid you might kill him, Master. I think he's passed out."

Katze was, in fact, unconscious, and he was also bleeding profusely. Iason realized then that his pet was right. In his fury, he had gone too far. Tossing the whip aside, he freed him from his restraints, carrying his limp and bloody body to Daryl's room.

With a loud moan, Katze stirred in Iason's arms, his eyes fluttering open, focusing with fear and confusion on the Blondie's face.

"It's over. You've taken your punishment."

Eyes rolling back, Katze passed out again.

Riki rushed to get the medical kit, and then joined his master, who was positioning Katze gently on the bed. Together they worked to clean him up, and once they had wiped up all the blood, and cleaned the wounds, Riki picked up a can of Accelerator.

"He wanted me to apply this. I want to do it now while he's out."

Nodding, Iason moved aside while Riki applied the stinging spray, but Katze did not even stir.

"Something's wrong," Iason murmured. "He shouldn't be-"

A low groan from the punished youth was greeted with smiles of relief from Iason and Riki. Katze's eyes opened and then shut again.

"He'll be okay…he'll be sore as hell, but he'll be okay." As Iason rose to leave, Riki motioned to the bed. "I'm gonna stay with him awhile."

"Don't stay too long. We have business in the bedroom."

"Like I'd forget that? I'll be out in a bit-and we're doing it in MY room tonight."

"As you wish, Master Riki." With a mock bow, his master left his pet to contemplate the evening ahead.

The first thing he would do is finish going through Omaki's box.

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