Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Raoul's Fantasy ❯ One-Shot

Raoul's Fantasy

NC-17, explicit yaoi

Raoul; Iason x Riki; Iason x Riki x Raoul

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.***

His body still glistening wet from his shower, Raoul walked naked through the house to his bedroom, closing the door behind him so as not to be disturbed. He was quite anxious to attend to a pressing need that had been tormenting him since the public whipping, and though he could have relieved himself earlier, he wanted to do it right-just the way he liked it, slowly, deliberately, relishing every sensation. Getting comfortable on his bed, he spread his legs widely, both bent at the knees, and began stroking his already nearly erect organ, quickly achieving full arousal.

Closing his eyes, the images of the whipping encouraged his project, especially with some minor editing to make Riki the recipient of his punishing arts. He could hear the mongrel begging Iason not to make him go through it, and Iason's firm, unwavering reply, "Not open for negotiation, pet. I warned you."

As he began whipping Riki, Raoul savored every scream, every lashing mark, every trickle of blood. Punishing Riki was so stimulating that Raoul had to slow the pace of his stroke to avoid ejaculating too soon, wanting to delay his pleasure a bit. Then, in a convenient erotic manipulation that transported the whipping post to his bedroom, he watched Iason take his pet down from the post and position him facedown on the bed.

"Do you want me to fuck him?" Raoul asked.

"Let me suck you first," Iason replied, his eyes burning with lust.

His Blondie lover then knelt, his beautiful silken hair trailing on the floor, and pleasured him with his tongue as Riki whimpered pathetically on the bed. Raoul buried his hands in Iason's hair, thrusting into his mouth.

"Oh, Iason," he moaned, letting his head drop back.

Then he pulled out and climbed onto the bed, spreading Riki apart with his hands for full visual of his entrance. His hands covered with blood, he plunged into Iason's unruly pet, eliciting more screams.

"Harder," Iason commanded. "Make him beg."

Raoul felt him from behind, spreading him to pleasure him with his hot tongue, the warm wetness almost too much to bear along with the exceptionally tight inner sanctum of the mongrel, which he continued to violate with a deliciously brutal fuck, and then…

and then…

"Ohhhhh," Raoul moaned, pumping harder for the last few strokes and then suddenly slowing his pace as his thick semen shot up in a white fountain, dripping down his fingers and the back of his hand onto his thighs. The release was glorious, and for a moment Raoul didn't care that it was only a fantasy.

Then, as his senses returned, he immediately began to brood. Why had Iason put him off, after taking his suggestion to bring Riki to the whipping? True, he had fully intended to take Iason had he come over as he'd hoped. But…had Iason guessed his agenda? And Riki…

Raoul found that he was starting to obsess on the mongrel. His experience with Riki-having him over his knee at the mercy of his arm, and then raping him at Iason's instruction-had been one of the single most erotic experiences of his life. And he couldn't forget…how exquisite the fuck was-the mongrel's unbearably tight grip, how he begged Iason to make him stop. He longed for a repeat of the night, desperately hoping Riki would commit some egregious error that required his correction, and that Iason would call him again. Iason had already told him about the paddle-describing his punishment in a cruelly provocative way designed to make Raoul painfully aroused, or so he thought-and then teasing him with the offhand statement that he "would call him if he thought Riki needed to be paddled again." Raoul was desperate to get his hands on it and burn new paths of pain on Riki's immensely fuckable bottom. He'd paddle him so hard, the mongrel would never be able to walk again. Smiling, Raoul began to wonder if he could devise a way to provoke Riki into committing an offense that Iason would deem worthy of the new implement of pain…and hopefully some hard fucking too, with the mongrel tied up and blindfolded…

Sighing, Raoul's eyes fell on the small multicolored vase that he had wanted to give to Iason had he convinced him to come over-it was an authentic Vergatti, one of Iason's favorite artists, and had cost him a small fortune, but he knew Iason would love it, especially the scented holographic flowers that swayed hypnotically as if in a breeze. Perhaps he was going to have to take the gallant route, and pursue Iason with means other than sex for a time. He would send the vase over to him with a note. Iason, he knew, would not be able to accept such a gift without paying him a visit in return. And then perhaps Raoul would surprise him by not trying to take him…perhaps he would invite him instead to a concert, or some other event. He needed to win Iason over again before he could pair with him without resistance.

Getting up, he called in Yui, who brought him a small towel with perfect anticipation, keeping his eyes averted.

"Take this vase to Iason Mink," he ordered. "Tell him it's from me-no, wait. Let me give you a note."

Raoul went to his desk and opened his inkwell, then with long, beautiful strokes composed the following note upon a piece of parchment, "Thought you would appreciate this. I know how you love Vergatti. All my love, Raoul." He blew on it for a few seconds, waiting for the ink to dry, and folded it. Then, lighting a candle and melting a stick of sealwax, dripped the hot, blood-red wax onto the paper, stamping it with his seal. He handed the letter to Yui, with stern admonitions not to let anything happen to the vase or the letter.

"Yes, Master Raoul," Yui replied, bowing.

"That vase is worth more than about ten of you," Raoul continued. "If anything happens to it, I'll cut off your fingers, one by one."

Yui, quite accustomed to such threats from the Blondie, did not tremble at these words, but merely bowed a little lower. "Yes, Sir." In fact, though Raoul often threatened him in horrifying ways, he had never really punished him, probably because Yui was always careful to obey him with the utmost exactness and always tried to anticipate his Blondie master's needs. Though Raoul had never thanked him, he had often sensed his gratitude when Yui thought to bring him something without his asking, or when he prepared his favorite meals, or offered to rub out his shoulders. And for his part, Yui was proud that Raoul was his master; he was handsome and powerful, and a tremendous artist-perhaps the greatest artist alive. Yui ached for his master when he saw how much he pined after Iason Mink. It was one thing he could do nothing about. And in his opinion, there was something wrong with this Iason, if he could not love Raoul, if the rumors were true and the Blondie loved his own mongrel pet instead.

Though Raoul had never punished him, Yui had witnessed countless pets subjected to his arm. The Blondie truly seemed to enjoy disciplining his pets for no reason other than his pleasure. But it had been several weeks now since Raoul had sold his most recent pet, and Yui wondered why he delayed acquiring a new one. In truth, he had always secretly enjoyed watching his master pleasure himself as his pets copulated, and he missed it, especially as it seemed that lately the Blondie was more likely to shut himself up in his room to masturbate, depriving him of the opportunity to witness his pleasure.

Yui took the letter and vase and immediately departed on his errand, reaching Iason's penthouse apartment on the top floor in a matter of minutes. Daryl answered the door, giving him a little smile. Yui returned the smile. He had always liked Daryl, Iason's gentle, grey-eyed servant, who spoke with such softness.

"Come in, Yui," he said, kindly. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you," he replied, afraid to partake in anything without his master's explicit permission, though a cold drink sounded tempting. Had Master Iason offered it, he would have, of course, taken it. "I'm here on business. This is for your master, from mine-be very careful with it," he warned. "And he sent a note."

With shaking fingers, Daryl, accepted the vase, perceiving from Yui's manner that it was of some importance and probably quite expensive. He immediately placed it on the bar, anxious to have it out of his hands-and then took the note from Yui, placing it next to the vase.

"Would you like to come in for awhile, Yui?" Daryl asked politely, knowing full well Raoul's obedient servant would decline, as he always did.

"I thank you, but no. Master Raoul wants me back soon, I am sure."

Daryl nodded. Yui's perfect obedience was one of his most beguiling qualities. Of course, it was a given that Raoul's Furniture would be obedient-the Blondie would have it no other way and would certainly not tolerate even the slightest infraction. But Yui was truly exceptional, not to mention beautiful to look at-his shoulder-length, light brown hair hung in intoxicating waves, and his vividly green eyes gave him an unusual, exotic quality. Daryl had always wanted to see what Yui looked like beneath his silk robe-he wore the ancient, traditional floor-length belted robe at Raoul's insistence-because even though his body was covered, he could tell by his impressive height and broad shoulders set off by his small waist that he was attractive. Katze teased him about his "crush" on Yui, and Daryl was glad he did not seem to mind that he had always been a little attracted to Raoul's boy. One of the things Daryl loved about Katze was that he understood people and did not get angry over small things that were of no real consequence. Katze did not seem to get jealous-although, if Daryl was completely honest with himself, he wouldn't have minded seeing him get a little jealous once and awhile.

Yui sensed that Daryl was attracted to him; he had suspected it for some time. It always surprised him, and especially now. Everyone knew that Daryl and Katze were lovers, and Yui found himself fascinated with this fact, wondering what exactly they did together. He knew, from when Iason had called Raoul one night, that they'd been caught with Riki, engaged in a threesome-something he couldn't believe any pet or servant would have the audacity to do. He knew that-much as the thought intrigued him-he would never participate in such forbidden pleasures. It simply wasn't an option.

Bowing slightly, Yui excused himself, departing and hurrying back home.

Daryl looked at the vase for a moment, marveling over the illusion of the holographic flowers and the realistic scent that permeated the room. Riki came wandering in, and was immediately intrigued by the vase.

"Cool," he said, putting his hand through the holographic image and smiling when he distorted it. "What the fuck is this?"

"It's for Iason. From Raoul," Daryl whispered.

Now Riki's expression changed, and his eyes moved to the sealed note. "What's this?" he demanded, picking it up.

"That's for Iason-don't open it."

With a mischievous smile, Riki immediately broke the seal.

"Riki!" Daryl whispered, frantic. "You just broke his seal!"

"Oops." Riki read the note, smiling. "Oh. ALL MY LOVE, RAOUL," he said in an exaggerated, feminine voice. "Oh Iason I love you soooo much! Here are some flowers from me to you, lover boy!"

"You're gonna get it," Daryl warned.

"Fucking Raoul," Riki muttered, tossing the note over his shoulder, and picking up the vase.

"Riki! Don't touch that! Put that back!"

Ignoring Daryl, Riki immediately headed for the balcony.

"Riki! Stop! He'll kill you…you'll be in big trouble! That's…really expensive!"

Daryl ran after the mongrel, trying to step in front of him to prevent his obvious intent. But Riki sidestepped him and reached the ledge, just as a voice boomed from behind him.

"What are you doing?" Iason demanded, hands on hips. He had been in the library when he heard a fuss and the telltale sounds of his pet in the act of disobedience. His eyes moved to the object in Riki's hands, which he now held over the edge. "Don't you…DARE…drop that," the Blondie warned, his voice lowering threateningly as he annunciated each word.

For a moment, master and pet gazed at one another, motionless, each wondering what the other would do. Then, with deliberate rebellion, Riki let go.

And that was the end of the Vergatti vase.

"That's it," Iason said, furious, striding toward his unruly pet. "You're really in for it now, Riki." Grabbing Riki's wrist, he turned to Daryl. "What was that?"

"It came from Raoul. He…sent a note," Daryl said, holding out the note which he had retrieved after Riki had tossed it aside.

"The seal's broken," Iason observed. "Don't tell me you broke a Blondie's seal as well, pet?" Before Riki could answer, the Blondie froze, with a sharp intake of his breath. "That…was a Vergatti! Have you any idea-oh, Riki. Ohh," he laughed brokenly, "you are going to regret this."

Dragging his pet back inside the penthouse, Iason released him for a moment and took off his belt, whipping it out angrily and then folding it in half.

"Daryl. Go down and make sure no one was hurt by that vase," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," Daryl replied, shaking his head at Riki's stupidity.

The Blondie pushed Riki up against the wall and yanked down his trousers. Then, pinning his hands above his head, he whipped his pet with all his might, furious, eliciting frightened yelps and cries from his naughty pet.

"How dare you, Riki! How dare you defy me! What were you thinking? Have you any idea how much a Vergatti is worth?"

After a thorough whipping, Iason was still so angry that he pulled Riki over to his chair, turning him over his knee.

"I knew you wouldn't last three days," he scolded, "but I didn't think you'd be that stupid. And how dare you break Raoul's seal!"

Taking off his glove with his teeth and tossing it aside, he continued punishing him with his bare hand, spanking him so hard Riki began kicking and squirming to escape. But the Blondie wouldn't let up until his bottom was sufficiently red and his pet's tears and piercing cries were genuinely anguished.

Then, he set Riki on his feet.

"That's punishment for breaking the seal. Keep those pants down. I'm not finished with you, pet," he said, rising, and then dragging Riki with him over to the communications center.

"What…are you doing?" Riki said, his first words thus far.

"We're calling Raoul. He'll be administering the rest of your punishment."

"No," Riki said, his voice trembling. "Please, Iason. I'm sorry. PLEASE…not him!"

"It's too late for apologies and pleas now, pet. You should have known, before you did something so foolish, what the consequences would be." The Blondie took hold of him, shaking him painfully. Didn't I warn you? Didn't I?"

Raoul appeared on the screen. "Iason," he said, smiling, a little disappointed that he had not come by in person. "I trust you got my gift?"

"Actually, Raoul, I'm sorry to say that I didn't receive it. Riki took the liberty of destroying it before I even had a chance to see it."

Raoul fell silent, stunned. Riki had truly destroyed a Vergatti? In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined the mongrel doing anything so blatantly defiant…nor so stupid. His heart beat a little faster as the ramifications of Riki' disobedience became clear-Iason's pet was in for some serious punishment.

"Of course, I'll reimburse you for your loss," Iason continued, quickly. "But as additional compensation, perhaps you'd like to administer Riki's punishment."

Raoul felt as though he were dreaming. It was as though his fantasy had actually come true. "Don't worry about the vase. But yes," he said with a smile, eyes gleaming, "I would like administer the punishment."

"I've warmed him up a bit already, of course," Iason said, yanking Riki roughly in front of him so that Raoul could see his reddened behind. The sight of the mongrel's punished flesh immediately aroused the Blondie, who fought to conceal his utter delight.

"Go sit in that chair," Iason ordered, pushing Riki away, then turning back to Raoul. "Please accept my apologies, Raoul. I…don't know what else to say. A Vergatti…." Now his voice trailed off.

"No apologies are necessary. Mongrels will be mongrels. When should I come by?"

"Tonight. Let's make it eight. I want him to fret about this all day."

Raoul nodded, smiling. One of the things he loved about Iason was his beautiful sadistic streak. Making Riki squirm all day, thinking about the looming punishment was just too brilliant. "Should I bring anything?"

"Not necessary. I've already decided he's getting the paddle."

Riki, listening to this conversation with a sinking feeling, closed his eyes and groaned upon learning his fate, kicking himself for once again acting without thinking. He didn't know why he did such things. It was as though he were compelled to rebel-as though things just built up inside more and more until finally he exploded before he even realized what he'd done. And now, like a total idiot, he had secured another visit from Raoul…this time with the paddle. He began wondering if there was any way he could escape the evening ahead. Should he attempt to run away? But…his tracer would ensure that he wouldn't get far, and then his punishment would be even worse.

Iason had terminated the call, and now stood, hands across his chest, staring down at his pet, who sat slouched in the chair with his pants still pulled down to his knees. "Get up," he commanded.

"Iason," Riki said, in a pleading voice, "you're not going to let him fuck me again, are you?"

Now the Blondie grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head back with his gloved hand. "You're in no position to ask what's going to happen, pet. You'll take what's given, no questions or protests."

"But, I-"

Iason answered him with a hard slap to his face. "What did I just tell you? Hush." Now he pushed his pet toward the bedroom, still holding him by the hair.

"Lie facedown on the bed."

A little surprised with his master's roughness, Riki obeyed, his pants still submissively lowered to his knees. Iason drank in the sight of his well-spanked bottom, his lust suddenly spiking beyond control. He undressed and then climbed on top of the mongrel.

"I'm going to loosen you up a bit," he whispered, probing him until he gained entry, then opening him with violent, angry thrusts. Riki voiced his discomfort with the Blondie's harsh manner, begging him to be gentle.

"You want me to be gentle? After you destroyed a priceless work of art-a Vergatti no less-that was sent to me as a gift? This is punishment, too, pet."

"He only sent it to you because he wants to fuck you," Riki growled. "And you fucking know it."

"That's none of your concern, Riki," Iason said through gritted teeth, thrusting harder, and starting to feel his essence rising.

"I can't believe you invited him over again."

"And I can't believe you…disobeyed me again." Now the Blondie began gasping. Riki was so sweetly tight, it was unbearable.

Riki started to speak again and Iason, tired of his pet's complaints, covered his mouth with his hand as he moved into his final stretch, now grunting with each stroke, his need mounting precipitously, and then, with a low moan, he felt the indescribable pleasure of his release, and the glorious denouement of a good fuck.

He withdrew and immediately saw that his pet was aroused, groping himself almost pathetically. Iason smiled, knowing that Riki would not be able to consummate his efforts without his permission, because the pet ring restrictions were activated.

"Please," Riki begged, "I need to come, Iason."

"Oh, you want to come? What makes you think you deserve that privilege?"

Moaning, his pet writhed on the bed. "You're torturing me."

"I suggest you stop touching it. You're only making it worse for yourself."

"I can't…help it," Riki groaned, stroking his completely rigid erection, thrusting pathetically into his hand. "Oh, fuck! Let me come already!"

Iason smiled. "Would you like me to suck you for awhile?"

"Quit torturing me! Not if you won't let me come!"

"I think I want to suck you," the Blondie decided, crawling toward his pet like a sleek cat, licking his lips suggestively.

Riki moaned, offering his erection eagerly, despite himself. Iason reached out and grabbed hold of his shaft, his warm, firm hand sending shudders through his aroused pet as he slid it up and down with erotic, tantalizing strokes. Then, pressing his tongue languidly on the tip of his pet's organ, the Blondie began slowly exploring him with his tongue, as Riki moaned and begged for release. When he finally took him into his mouth, the mongrel cried out.

"Oh fuck, Iason. Have mercy! Fucking let me come. Please. Oh god…let me come in your mouth…please!"

Savoring his pet's sexual anguish, the Blondie toyed with him a bit longer before withdrawing, taking some satisfaction in Riki's misery. His pet deserved to be punished and he was going to use every method available to make this punishment his worst yet. He was looking forward to the night, couldn't wait to watch Raoul discipline him. He fully intended to let Raoul take Riki again, only this time he would make his pet pleasure him orally at the same time.

With an anguished moan, Riki began pathetically wiggling on the bed, spreading his legs and desperately pumping himself.

"It's no use," Iason advised, slipping gracefully back into his clothes. "You can't come until I let you."

"Fuck you, you sadistic bastard," Riki shot back, furious.

Now Iason grabbed him by the hair and yanked him off the bed onto his feet. "You must really want to be punished today, is that it?" he whispered in his ear. "You're just begging for it. Unfortunately for you, pet, you're going to get your wish. You just wait until Raoul gets here." Now he dragged him into the great hall, where he proceeded to undress his pet, quite against his will. He put him in his chains, fastening him by his collar chain to the iron pole in the corner of the hall.

Then, pouring himself a glass of wine, Iason sat down in his favorite chair, watching his pet pace restlessly, angrily pulling on his chains as though hoping to free himself.

He laughed softly. "You can't escape from those chains, Riki. I suggest you calm yourself."

"Shut up, you fucking asshole!"

"My second bit of advice to you," Iason continued, sipping his wine, "is that you refrain from insulting me before I've decided on the extent of your punishment. It's completely up to me what's going to happen tonight. Sometimes…you really are quite foolish, pet."

Riki fell silent, knowing Iason was right and hating him for it. Yet he was so angry he found it difficult to restrain himself.

Iason chuckled. "You really are quite adorable when you're angry."

His pet glared at him, furious.

"So. It seems I was right. You couldn't last three days, could you? And now you're in for the punishment of your life."

After a moment, Riki changed his tone, attempting to persuade his master into modifying his sentence. "Master Iason," he said, sweetly, "I know I was a…naughty pet." Now his voice changed, as he genuinely pleaded with his master. "But…please, please don't let him punish me with that fucking paddle. What about the G-strap?"

Iason smiled at his pet's transparent obsequiousness."You are in no position to negotiate the terms of your punishment, pet. I've already decided you're to be paddled, just like I promised you when you were punished the last time."

"But…can't you do it?" Riki begged. "Why does it have to be…him?"

"Because Raoul was the one most harmed by your ridiculous antics," Iason answered. "Riki, it's already settled that he's going to punish you tonight, WITH THE PADDLE, so there's nothing else to discuss."

"But-"

"Not open for negotiation, pet," he said, firmly.

Riki sulked at this, retreating to the corner. He sat down, pulling his legs up and burying his face on his arms.

"So, now you're pouting," the Blondie observed. "This might be a good time for you to reflect that you brought this on yourself. You act as though I'm being unfair, when I made it perfectly clear to you what would happen if you disobeyed me again. No one forced you to break that seal and throw a priceless work of art off the balcony. You chose disobedience and therefore, you chose the consequences."

"All right," Riki finally growled. "I fucking get it. Why don't you shut up already."

Iason laughed again. "Again, your timing for insults astonishes me. Or perhaps you're hoping for even more punishment than I had originally intended to give?"

Now his pet grew quiet, forcing himself to bite his tongue before he got himself into further trouble.

Iason continued to berate him and scold him, hour after hour. He had always believed that correction began with verbal admonitions backed up by physical discipline, and he rather enjoyed scolding his pet and frightening him about the impending punishment.

"You're really going to wish you'd listened to me," he admonished, sipping his wine. "Raoul's going to do some damage with that paddle. Have you forgotten already how much you hated it? How much you begged me to stop? What did I tell you was going to happen, if I had to call Raoul?"

Riki shrugged, feigning disinterest.

"I told you I'd let him strike you as many times as he wanted. And if I know Raoul-and I think that I do-you're in big trouble, Riki."

His pet shuddered, despite himself. He desperately wished Iason would stop talking about what was going to happen.

"And I must say, I'm certainly going to enjoy watching you get what you deserve," Iason whispered.

That's because you're a fucking pervert, Riki thought, but managed to keep the thought to himself. He was thinking ahead now to the night. There was nothing he could do about the paddling, but now he was thinking about how much Raoul had hurt him last time when he had fucked him. If there was some way he could prepare himself for that….

"Master Iason?"

"Yes?" Iason smiled at Riki's attempts to placate him by calling him "Master."

"May I…hold the taming stick for awhile?"

Iason blinked. "What do you want that for?"

"I want to ponder my transgressions and…reflect on how lucky I was that you didn't cane me with it."

The Blondie studied him for a moment with a little smile. His pet was up to something, but he wasn't sure what. Deciding to humor him, he rose and retrieved the taming stick, walking over to his pet and, very slowly, handing it to him.

Riki took the stick, looking up at him with wide eyes. "And…could I have some oil?"

Now Iason threw back his head and laughed. "I see. So you intend to prepare yourself for tonight, is that it?"

"He's got the biggest fucking dick I ever saw," Riki muttered. "Bigger than you, even."

"So what you told me just now was a complete lie about pondering your transgressions."

"Not exactly," Riki protested. "I just wanna ponder all that while I stick this up my ass a bit."

The Blondie, deciding that it would be amusing to watch his pet's pathetic attempts to prepare himself for Raoul, gave Riki his vial of oil and sat back down to watch the show.

His pet carefully oiled the stick and then, unable to resist, stroked himself a bit, shuddering and moaning. He wanted to come so badly, he could hardly stand it. Forcing his hand away from his tormented cock, he simply sat for a moment, his erection throbbing almost comically as he gritted his teeth, trying to rein in his arousal. Then, laying onto his back and pulling his legs up to his chest, he slowly inserted the taming stick, wincing from the tears Iason had already gifted him that afternoon.

Iason watched his pet's self-insertion project with fascination, feeling a surge of carnal excitation as Riki began fucking himself with the taming stick, his erection rock hard and twitching, his chains jangling with his movements. The Blondie adjusted himself, tempted to masturbate but deciding to wait for the evening. Whether his pet's attempts to loosen himself for Raoul were effective was uncertain, but in the process Riki had managed to completely torture himself with unconsummated lust.

"Please, Iason," he pleaded. "I'm begging you. Let me come. I'll do anything."

"No, pet," he answered, softly. He looked at the clock. "He'll be here in any minute."

With a groan, Riki removed the taming stick and tossed it into the corner. "You might…wanna wash that at some point," he advised.

Smiling at his pet's ability to have a sense of humor at the eleventh hour, Iason rose to his feet, and poured himself another glass of wine.

The door buzzed, and Daryl rushed to answer it, letting Raoul in.

"Come in," Iason beckoned.

"Iason." Raoul nodded, his eyes then moving to Riki, thrilled to see the mongrel naked and in chains. He walked toward him, slowly, his dark blue cloak swaying with each step. "So, mongrel," he said, his eyes glimmering, "you destroyed my Vergatti?"

"He threw it off the edge of the balcony."

"How very dramatic." He turned back to Iason. "Have you an agenda?"

"Would you like a drink while we discuss it?"

"A cognac would be nice," Raoul answered, smiling.

Daryl moved to retrieve the wanted drink and Raoul and Iason sat down, comfortably chatting as though the visit was purely social.

"So…the paddle, then?"

"That's my thinking. He seemed to find it quite unpleasant. Actually," Iason said, with a little laugh, "I'm rather surprised he's disobeyed me this quickly, considering how much begging he did the last time I used it."

Raoul smiled, enjoying this imagery. "I've told you, Iason. You can't tame a mongrel. But…I'll certainly give it a try. Can I see it?"

"Sir Raoul," Daryl said, offering him the cognac, which Raoul took without acknowledging him.

"Daryl. Bring me the paddle," Iason ordered.

Bowing his acquiescence, the grey-eyed youth went to retrieve the wanted implement, hesitating before picking it up. He shivered, feeling sympathy for Riki despite his stupidity. He delivered the massive, intimidating paddle to his Blondie master, who took it with a smile, showing it to Raoul.

Raoul laughed. "That should do nicely." He was surprised that Iason had made such a formidable acquisition.

"Actually, Riki picked it out himself."

"Is that so?" Now both Blondies acknowledged Riki, who had watched this exchange with an uncomfortable sense of foreboding. Raoul was not a little impressed with the mongrel's choice, knowing that such a selection betrayed an untamed remnant of pride, pride that Raoul couldn't wait to beat out of him. He held out his hand to Iason, smiling. "Let me see it."

Iason handed him the paddle, and Raoul turned it over in his hands, examining it. The holes were ingenious. He smacked it against his hand, smiling at the sting. He spun it around a few times and caught it, taking a few practice swings through the air. Riki sulked as he watched this performance, now desperate to be anywhere else in Amoi but where he happened to be at that moment, about to come under the arm of Tanagura's most feared master of pain.

"How many strikes?" the Blondie asked.

"Let's just play it by ear." Iason took a sip of wine, fully cognizant of his pet's discomfort and enjoying every minute of it.

"And…afterwards?"

"I was thinking something similar to last time. He seemed to find that particularly distasteful."

Raoul nodded, trying to hide his glee. It was turning out to be a night of pure bliss. Just thinking of the evening ahead was arousing him; he spread his legs a little more apart and was forced to adjust himself, a movement not lost on Iason, who smiled, similarly affected.

Riki was in the mortifying position of having a permanent erection despite his growing horror concerning the punishment in store for him. His arousal was confusing him. He buried his head in his arms, pulling his legs closer to his body.

Raoul studied him for a moment, then leaned toward Iason. "He's aroused," he whispered, puzzled and intrigued.

"I have his pet ring restriction on. He's been begging for release for hours."

With a low laugh, Raoul communicated his delight with Iason's barbaric sadism. Riki glared at him, decidedly unamused.

Raoul returned his gaze, his manner now serious, eyes glimmering menacingly. He took another sip of his cognac and set it down, firmly, then swatted his thigh suggestively with the paddle. "Well then. Shall we begin?"

Rising to show his consent, Iason walked toward Riki, who remained in the corner, eyeing him with a look of dread and fear. "On your feet, pet. It's time for your punishment."

When the mongrel hesitated, Iason strode over to him, forcing him to his feet by his neck chain. "When I tell you to do something, you'll do it," he warned.

"Please," Riki whispered, "don't let him do this. Please…Master Iason." He pleaded with Iason for several minutes, his voice wavering, as the Blondie stared down at him impassively, one hand on his hip.

Raoul laughed. "Is he begging already? What happened to all that mongrel pride?" He removed his cloak, his thin bodysuit revealing every bulging muscle in his beautiful body. Raoul had pumped up before coming over and the fabric strained to contain him.

"Surely you didn't think I'd let you off just because you started begging," Iason replied, noting his pet's trembling with pleasure. "There's nothing you could say or do that would save you now, pet." He unfastened his collar chain from the post and led him over to the dining room table.

"Bend over," he commanded, helping his pet with this task by pushing his chest firmly onto the table. Iason retrieved his wine and found a seat where he had a good side view of his pet. He wanted to watch Raoul as well as see Riki's face. He nodded to Raoul. "All yours."

"Pet!" Raoul bellowed so loudly that Riki started. He held the paddle in both hands, swinging through the air as though practicing. "Do you know who ZavoVergatti is? He happens to be one of the most sought after artists of our day. Each of his pieces is unique, irreplaceable-and VERY expensive. The vase you broke so maliciously cost more than two million credits. So…you can imagine my complete SHOCK," now Raoul moved close to Riki and swung with all his might, striking his bottom with a loud whack that elicited a long, anguished cry from the mongrel, "when Iason said you had destroyed it."

"Oh fuck," Riki whispered, unable to believe the pain Raoul had generated with just one swing.

Whack! The mongrel cried out again, terrified, his bottom burning unbearably.

"So that's why I'm having a little difficulty determining just how I can adequately punish you." Whack!

Riki screamed in complete agony, turning to Iason. "Please help me! Please!"

Whack!

"Fucking help me!"

"Pet, I've told you. I warned you what would happen." Iason took a sip of his wine as if completely unaffected by his pet's misery.

Whack!

"Pleeaase! Oh god!"

Raoul was exulting in Riki's anguish, thrilled with his appeals to Iason for help. Unable to take it, Riki suddenly darted, trying to escape Raoul's brutal arm. The Blondie easily restrained him, and Iason rose and came to his assistance, pinning his pet's arms to the table.

"Now you're really in for it," Raoul warned.

Both hands gripping the paddle for maximum force, he whipped his arms back and swung with deadly aim, delivering one excruciating blow after another to the mongrel's unfortunate backside.

Whack!

Riki screamed.

Iason now watched his pet carefully, beginning to feel a little pity for him. Raoul had drawn blood and continued to swing mercilessly, his body twisting to deliver maximum impact, the muscles in his thighs and arms bulging with each strike.

Whack!

"Jealous," Riki cried, sobbing, looking up into Iason's eyes.

"Raoul." Iason held up his hand to stop the punishment. Raoul, who was breathing hard, was glad for the rest, though a little disappointed that the paddling had halted. He turned the paddle around in his hand, smiling at his handiwork-the mongrel's bottom was raw and bleeding.

"What did you say, pet?" Iason demanded.

"I…was…just…jealous," Riki replied, through choked sobs, trying to regain his composure but unable to.

"Jealous?" Iason smiled. "Of Raoul?"

"Yeah." His pet looked so pathetic, bent over the table in chains, face tear-stained, bottom newly paddled by his nemesis.

Iason was thrilled that Riki had admitted his disobedience was due to jealousy. Suddenly he felt ready to move onto the next phase of the evening. "Let's take him into the bedroom now."

Raoul hesitated only momentarily. After administering such deliciously brutal punishment, and then hearing that Riki was jealous of him, the Blondie was now painfully aroused, eager to discipline Iason's pet in more intimate ways. Tossing the paddle aside and pulling the mongrel to his feet, he led him roughly to the bedroom.

For all his punishment and fear of Raoul, Riki now found that he was excited, anxious for the "bedroom" part of his punishment to commence, and desperately hoping Iason would have mercy on him and let him release his painfully pent-up lust.

His excitement did not go unnoticed by the Blondies, who exchanged amused glances as they began undressing. Riki stole a look at Raoul, impressed with the Blondie's physique, and understanding from the size of his bulging muscles how he had delivered so much pain. His erection twitched in response to the visual stimulation of his punisher's naked body and he looked away, ashamed that Raoul had garnered his admiration.

Raoul picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, the mongrel's chains jangling noisily, then slid him to the edge, pulling his hips up. "On your knees," he instructed. Then, pushing Riki's legs apart with his knee to position him exactly where he wanted him, Raoul stood behind him and spread him apart firmly to reveal his portal, his hands wet from the mongrel's blood. He glanced up at Iason, who gave him a nod, and then, gritting his teeth, penetrated him fully, groaning from Riki's tight and surprisingly lubricated grip, which caused him to slide in quickly.

"Ohhh," he breathed, withdrawing and then thrusting, hard, again. Surprisingly, although Riki cried out, it did not seem to be from pain. While part of him was disappointed, Raoul was intrigued by the mongrel, who-unless he was wildly mistaken-appeared to be bucking back against him, inviting entry.

Iason, who had moved around to Riki's front and could see his facial expressions, knew even better than Raoul that his pet was aroused and soliciting Raoul's sex. The mongrel's eyes were glazed over with lust, his mouth was open, and now he offered master an unmistakably provocative look. Shivering, Iason positioned himself in front of his pet.

"We seem to have a problem, Raoul," Iason said, softly. "Riki is enjoying this too much for it to be punishment." He pressed his own rigid erection against his pet's lips, gasping when Riki pleasured him with exaggerated licks, obviously eager to please him.

Raoul closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with the eroticism of the situation, naked with Iason and his mongrel pet, fucking Riki who, bewilderingly, seemed to want it-this same pet who so recently wept when Raoul took him for the first time. Grabbing the mongrel's hips tighter, Raoul thrust harder, deeper, feeling as though he couldn't get enough of him. And Iason's moans sent shivers through him, as the Blondie knelt before his pet and began thrusting into the mongrel's mouth. Taking it from both ends, Riki almost went out of his mind, desperate for release. He wiggled and bucked against Raoul, and used every trick he knew to pleasure Iason with his mouth-sucking, licking, wiggling, blowing, humming-and his Blondie master rewarded his efforts by stroking his hair, moaning softly.

"Good boy," Iason whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.

The punishment session seemed to have been completely forgotten as Riki cooperated and pleasured both Blondies beyond their wildest dreams.

Iason leaned back, offering himself more intimately to his pet and, reaching back to grab his ankles and throwing his head back, achieved a position few people could, and one that clenched his muscles in just the right way to increase the intensity of his orgasm, which the Blondie knew was quickly approaching.

The sight of Iason's head thrown back, revealing the enticing hollows of his throat, his back arched and his hair trailing on the bed, was almost too much for Raoul. And then when Iason began his sex cry-a low moan that increased in volume and magnitude to become the single most erotic vocalization he'd ever heard in his life, Raoul fucked Riki with all his strength, the glimpses of his paddled ass providing just the stimulation he needed to join Iason; he grunted loudly with the last few strokes and then groaned through gritted teeth as his seed shot into the mongrel's tight passage.

Iason, withdrawing, watched Raoul's expression, and the way his hands trembled as he loosened his grip on Riki's hips, stroking him, and wondered if perhaps Raoul was enjoying himself…a little too much. At that moment he decided that this would be the last time he invited Raoul over to "punish" Riki. It was now evident that his pet had been a willing participant in the entire affair, his only punishment being the fact that his own arousal remained unconsummated.

From Riki's perspective, this unfulfilled need to release his lust was nothing short of torture. He had participated greedily in the sex because he had never felt so horny in his life, despite the fact that it was Raoul who took him from behind. Hell, he wanted Raoul to fuck him…he probably would have wanted just about anyone to fuck him, if only it meant he could get off. And of course he loved pleasuring Iason-and his master nearly drove him out of his mind with his arched back and spine-tingling moans. And then when the Blondie finally came….

Unable to resist, Riki now stroked himself openly, moaning. He wanted to beg for release but was afraid to, for fear he would jeopardize his chances.

"What do you say, Raoul," Iason said softly. "Shall we reward him for his efforts and let him come?"

Amazingly, Raoul smiled. "Do you want to do it, or shall I?"

"Go ahead." Iason was a little surprised at Raoul's offer, but intrigued. He lay back on the bed to watch.

Riki, slightly alarmed by this turn of events, looked to Iason for reassurance. He was not completely sure he wanted to be relieved-much as he desperately wanted release-by Raoul. It was all too confusing psychologically. And yet, he was simply too aroused to resist-not that he would have been allowed to resist.

"Lie back," Raoul commanded. Then, as Riki obeyed-after looking over at Iason once again with a questioning look-he pushed the mongrel's legs apart at the knees, moving between his legs.

The sight of Raoul so close to his most sensitive and precious region suddenly filled Riki with panic. He bolted, trying to get away, but was easily restrained by both Blondies, who laughed at him. Iason then held his arms above his head by his chains, while Raoul pushed his legs further apart and held them there.

Riki continued to struggle.

"Why are you being so difficult?" Iason said, softly. "We're trying to give you what you want."

The mongrel swallowed, afraid to say that he didn't want to experience this particular intimacy with Raoul-partly out of primal fear of what he might do-and partly because he didn't want Raoul to be the one to make him come-he didn't want to give the Blondie that power over him. The sex had been bad enough-he had enjoyed Raoul. Now…to come in his mouth…it was just too much.

Riki's struggling only made Raoul more eager to pleasure him. Unlike Iason, he knew exactly what the mongrel was thinking-and he relished the thought that he could force Riki to copulate. He wanted to make him beg for completion.

His eyes dark with purpose, Raoul took hold of the mongrel's erection with one hand, noting how wet he was already, and almost pitying him, as hard and swollen as he was. Riki, unable now to manage any sort of restraint, groaned loudly. Raoul smiled, then flicked his tongue along the head and the ridge, eliciting more enthusiastic vocalizations from Iason's excited pet.

Sucking him gently, Raoul took him partway in his mouth, then moved his tongue ever so slightly.

"Oh fuck!" Riki cried. "Fuck yes!"

Although it was not necessary to restrain him now, Iason continued to hold his pet down, simply because he found the sight arousing. Despite having climaxed only moments before, the Blondie was quickly becoming interested in this new situation-what had started out as a punishment session and now turned into a three-way, extremely erotic sexual encounter.

Riki was beside himself with pleasure, but desperate for release. He looked up at Iason. "Please," he begged. Smiling, his Blondie master tapped open the sapphire on his ring and deactivated Riki's pet ring restriction.

"Ohhhhhh," Riki moaned, immediately feeling the difference. "Oh yeah." Excited, he began making little thrusts into Raoul's mouth, who obliged him by taking him in deeply, sucking him as he withdrew.

Iason, while initially aroused by his pet's moans, now began to feel a little uncomfortable with how much Riki was enjoying Raoul's pleasuring arts.

"Perfect," the mongrel breathed.

A sharp stab of jealousy suddenly spoiled the experience for Iason, who decided he'd had enough.

"Stop, Raoul," he said, sharply.

Surprised, Raoul withdrew, looking up at his old lover questioningly.

"What!" Riki cried, utterly dismayed.

"I'll take it from here."

Shrugging, Raoul got up and moved back, sensing that Iason was jealous-but misinterpreting it, thinking that Iason hadn't wanted him to enjoy Riki so much. And it was true-he had been enjoying the mongrel, much to his own bewilderment and now, mortification.

When Riki realized his master was going to take him to completion, he was overjoyed-his delight transparent in his expressions. Iason softened when he saw how happy Riki was.

"I wanna come now," Riki whispered, excited. "I can't wait anymore…just take me in your mouth and-oh fuck!" now the mongrel cried out, as he immediately ejaculated the moment Iason's wet tongue touched his engorged flesh. "Oh fuck yeah," he cried, his eyes rolling back with ecstasy. "Holy shit! Oh my god, fucking help me! Fuck yes!" The orgasm was so intense that Riki was almost in pain, his semen shooting in rhythmic jerks into the hot mouth of his Blondie master, who captured what he could with his tongue and swallowed, the rest having splattered across his beautiful face.

The sight of Riki coming onto Iason's face now convinced Raoul that it was time for round two. He had been lusting over Iason and the irresistible view of his portal as the Blondie had bent over to pleasure Riki, on his knees with his ass in the air, and when he slowly repositioned himself to watch him lick his pet, he had witnessed one of the single most erotic sights of his life when the mongrel copulated with Iason's face and tongue. Stroking himself, Raoul now moved behind Iason, running his hands down his back and between his legs, reaching up to touch the Blondie's own developing erection. Arching his back, Iason moaned, giving in to Raoul's masterful technique.

Sensing his acquiescence, Raoul knelt down, spreading him with both hands and exploring him eagerly with his tongue, in exactly the places Iason loved it best.

Riki, having just experienced the orgasm of his life, not to mention having enjoyed some immensely pleasurable moments with both Blondies, found himself fascinated with this new round of sexual discourse between Iason and Raoul. And, because he had delayed gratification for so long, he found that he was not completely spent, and so began slowly stroking himself, enjoying the show.

Iason had his eyes closed, parting his lips to gasp when Raoul reached around and began stroking him as he pleasured him from behind. Inserting a few fingers into him, Raoul began thrusting with just the amount of force that he knew got Iason eager for a good fuck.

"That's it," Iason purred. "Now fuck me."

Raoul shivered, having never heard Iason use these words before. No doubt this was Riki's influence, he thought. Smiling, he stood up and obliged him, taking him hard from behind as Iason bent over, hands on the bed.

Riki, now quite aroused, began to pump himself, eyes fixed on Iason's face, his chains jangling with each stroke. When his master opened his eyes to watch him, his heart beat faster.

"Come here, pet," Iason whispered, urgently.

Immediately obeying, Riki crawled toward him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Stroke me just like you were doing…make me come with your hand."

The mongrel did so, turning around and sliding underneath the Blondie, with his head toward the foot of the bed. Then, he began stroking his master-and himself-chains jangling wildly-bringing them both to completion at almost the same instant, their cries mingling with Raoul's groans as he climaxed on hearing them.

Some minutes passed before anyone spoke. None of them had ever experienced anything like what they had just shared together, and all of them were a bit confused by what had just taken place.

Iason was the first to move, rising to retrieve the clean towelettes that Daryl had discretely left just inside the room. As he began dressing, Raoul moved toward him, pushing back his hair to look at his face.

"I never got to kiss you," he said.

Now that the passion was gone, Riki felt a return of his jealousy, and watched to see what Iason would do, pouting.

"We all need to cool off a bit," Iason replied.

Hurt, Raoul pulled back. Riki grinned and, when Raoul caught his look, he glared at him. "You won't be grinning like that tomorrow when you wake up," he said, confident that he had done sufficient damage to validate his assertion.

Riki, knowing this was probably true, and suddenly remembering why Raoul had come over in the first place, quickly veiled his expression and averted his eyes, hoping that more punishment wasn't on the way.

But Iason appeared to be finished with the punishment. After Raoul dressed, Iason thanked him, rather formally, for his assistance.

Raoul stared at him, hand on one hip, annoyed. "What? Now you're going to be like this? I don't understand. You just shut me off, like you went cold."

Iason closed his eyes for a moment. "Don't ask me to explain what I can't understand myself."

Sighing, Raoul shook his head. "You're so elusive, Iason. I just…don't get you. But," now he straightened up, remembering his plan to seduce him via more gallant tactics, "as you wish. I'll be off now and, if you need me again, you know you can call."

Relieved when Raoul recovered his composure, Iason smiled. With an inexplicable, brooding glance at Riki, the Blondie departed, leaving master and pet to stare at one another in silence.

Iason picked up the paddle, turning it in his hands thoughtfully. "So, pet. I trust you were sufficiently punished."

Riki stared at him for a moment. "What the fuck does that mean? He fucking paddled the shit out of me! Of course I was sufficiently punished!"

"Don't take that tone with me," Iason said, sharply, sitting down in his chair. "Come here."

Since he was still holding the paddle, Riki hesitated, as if contemplating an escape route.

Iason laughed. "Come here this instant or I WILL paddle you."

Sighing, the mongrel crept toward him, his chains dragging on the floor.

Iason pointed to his lap. "Sit."

Riki climbed onto his lap, wincing a little as he sat. "Why…are you holding that?" he asked, eyeing the paddle.

"I want you to take a good look at it, Riki. Because-now listen to me," he took hold of Riki's chin to get his attention-if you EVER do anything like what you did today, I'm going to paddle you until you pass out. Just like the pet at the public whipping."

"No, you wouldn't," Riki asserted, bravely.

Iason raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you think I wouldn't? And what makes you think I wouldn't?"

"Because you'd get Raoul to do it."

Staring at him expressionless for a moment, Iason suddenly burst out laughing, hugging his pet to him. Suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of love for his naughty pet, he nuzzled his cheek, closing his eyes. "You were very good in the bedroom," he whispered. "I was proud of you."

"I was fucking horny as hell," came the mongrel's blunt reply.

"I think you surprised Raoul."

"Yeah," Riki conceded, "he fucked me pretty hard, too."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Riki paused before answering, unsure what to say. If he admitted that he'd gotten off on the whole experience, would Iason be angry?

"Answer me, pet."

"Maybe a little," he confessed, hanging his head.

A little jealous to hear his pet actually admit to it, Iason now determined, once again, he would never again allow Raoul to be intimate with Riki.

"What, you're mad at me?" Riki's eyes flashed. "You're fucked up, Iason. You really know how to mess with my mind, you know that? What did you want me to say? No, after I had an erection for five hours so hard I'm ready to burst, I didn't enjoy being fucked and sucked? Come on! And it was your idea! You MADE me do it!"

Iason answered this with a hard slap to his face. "Don't you talk to me that way."

Riki held his face, sulking. "What…do you want from me?" he asked, finally.

The Blondie made no reply, unable to tell his pet that he wanted what was impossible-his love. And in that moment he felt overcome with sadness. Sighing, he tossed the paddle aside and pulled Riki close to him, stroking his hair. Comforted by the familiar gentleness of his embrace, his pet sighed, burying his face in the Blondie's hair. They remained thus for a long while, clinging to one another, each puzzling over the actions of the other.

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