Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Riki's Punishment ❯ Chapter 1

***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.***

"I have told you before," Iason sighed, "not to make me repeat myself."

Riki shook his head defiantly, refusing to move from the corner where he huddled, trying to hide his nakedness from the imposing Blondie. Wearing nothing but chains, he had now been subjected to Iason's scrutiny for days, forced to copulate on command with a frequency enabled by the G-wave emission capabilities of the D-type pet ring. Those same G-wave properties could be used to torture him with pain and unconsummated sexual torment, and were in sync with his own brain waves, making even rebellious thoughts a source of certain punishment.

"Very well. I have given you ample opportunity to obey, Riki. It seems I shall have to discipline you." Iason's gentle voice seemed to Riki strangely incongruent with the full meaning of his words, and he felt something that was becoming all too familiar when it came to this Blondie--fear. Pulling his knees to his chest and burying his head on his arms, he waited for the inevitable discipline of the pet ring. When nothing happened, he peeked up to see that Iason had risen and pressed the intercom that summoned Daryl. Daryl immediately entered the room, cowering obsequiously before his master. "Yes, Iason-sama," he said nervously, head bowed.

"Daryl. Unfortunately Riki has chosen to disobey me again. I have decided that you will administer the punishment."

"Yes," Daryl said, glancing anxiously at Riki.

Iason opened a small drawer that was concealed beneath the desk that housed his intercom and communications system, and pulled out a kasey-whip, a flexible rod that was used for corporal punishment of pets and Furniture; it rarely needed to be used, and to be whipped was considered quite shameful. Daryl drew in his breath instinctively as Iason stood for a moment, gently tapping the whip against his left hand.

"Riki," Iason said softly. "Are you ready to be whipped?"

All the frustration and rage at being held captive by Iason seemed to converge and rise inside him at once. Riki's head shot up defiantly, hatred flashing in his eyes. "Go ahead, do what you want, get it over with! Anything's better than putting on a show for you, ya perverted bastard."

Daryl visibly cringed at these words, taking a step back and looking apprehensively at Iason.

Iason was silent for a moment, then laughed softly. "Unfortunately for you, your role as a performer isn't over yet tonight. Daryl will be helping you on that point; but first, he will be giving you a lesson you won't soon forget. Daryl."

"Yes?"

Iason held out the kasey-whip, and Daryl rushed to retrieve it, unable to make eye contact with the towering Blondie.

"Riki," Iason said sternly. "Lie face down on the bed."

For a moment Riki contemplated resisting, but an immediate sting from the pet ring convinced him of the futility of that option. Shoulders humped, he made his way to the bed, his chains clinking and dragging along the floor. As he neared the bed he shot Iason an evil stare and felt his stomach clench when Iason smiled slightly in response. He crawled on the bed and lay down on his stomach as instructed, and waited.

Intentionally drawing out the matter, Iason slowly found his chair and crossed his legs gracefully, resting his gloved hands on his knees. "Turn your head this way," he said. "I want to see your face."

Riki complied with reluctance, not wanting him to see his face contort with pain; that would give the Blondie too much satisfaction. But that, of course, was exactly what Iason had in mind.

For some moments Iason simply looked at him, his eyes moving along mongrel's beautiful body, his radiant, silky skin gleaming, his taut muscles flexing with the slightest movement. It would be a shame to mark it with the fruits of discipline, but there was no other way to make Riki understand his position. In truth, Iason knew it should have been done before--certainly no other pet in Tanagura spoke to his master the way Riki did. He had put it off, perhaps out of affection for the strange little mongrel, whose defiance and spirit fascinated him. But it was time they made some progress, and he had grown tired of Riki's obstinacy. Every pet, even Riki the Dark, should know his place.

"What are you waiting for," Riki growled. "Get it over with already."

"It will be over when I say it's over. And it will begin when I say it begins." Iason deliberately waited a few additional minutes, watching Riki's growing impatience and frustration with some amusement. "If you understood what was coming, you would not be so impatient for it," he said, then, "Daryl."

"Yes."

"Show no mercy."

Daryl nodded, then moved to the side of the bed, and glanced up at Iason for permission to begin. Iason nodded, and Daryl's strike came down lightning fast, lashing the back of Riki's thighs. Riki's buttock muscles clenched, but he made so sound, and his face betrayed no sign of pain.

"Harder," Iason said.

At the second strike, a small sound came from the prostrate mongrel, and he cringed. As stroke after stroke made its mark, Iason watched Riki's expressions become increasingly contorted, and his utterances more pronounced, until he cried out openly. Eventually the cries merged with pleading, as Riki begged helplessly for the whipping to cease.

"Please....please," Riki cried, looking imploringly at Iason.

"Don't stop," Iason said, when Daryl gave him a questioning look.

Riki's cries pierced Iason, but he knew that unless he was given an extreme lesson, Riki would never learn what it meant to be a pet. "From this I hope you've learned something about obedience," he said. "I'm sure you don't want this experience repeated again."

Then, raising a hand to signal a stop to the discipline, he finally gave the mongrel the relief he begged for. Riki's sobs filled him with pity; his pet had certainly been whipped--his buttocks and thighs were covered with welts and lashing marks. Iason fervently hoped he would never have to repeat the lesson again. As Riki's sobs subsided finally, the punished pet lay limply on the bed, his eyes starting to glass over.

"Daryl."

"Yes?" Daryl said.

"I'll take that now," he said, nodding towards the kasey-whip still in Daryl's hand. Riki's eyes grew wide with fear, making Iason smile. "You needn't worry. You've been sufficiently punished. I'm returning this to the drawer, where I hope it will remain."

Iason felt a surge of affection for his pet when his eyes betrayed obvious relief at his master's words.

"Now, Riki, since you're so reluctant to provide the stimulation I asked for, Daryl is going to help you copulate. Then maybe next time you won't be so resistant to my orders. Turn over on your back...no," Iason paused, considering the pain of Riki's punishment, "stand up."

Riki complied, wincing as he moved, his head bowed in defeat.

Daryl looked at Iason, who nodded at him. "Do whatever's necessary."

Iason watched Riki as Daryl began stimulating him, first with his hand and then, on his knees, with his mouth. At first the mongrel seemed shamed by Daryl's administrations, keeping his head down and eyes closed. But then his manner changed with the assault of pleasurable sensations, and he threw his head back, gasping. Iason felt a surge of carnal excitation, and he once again found that he had the perverted desire to take his own pet, this beautiful dark-haired mongrel whose every move seemed to arouse him. He removed his right glove, unfastened his trouser flap, and slid his hand around his own immense organ, already engorged with his lust. With slow strokes, he brought himself nearly to his peak just watching Riki's increasing arousal. The sight of Riki's throat, when his head was thrown back, was especially enticing; when he saw his pet reach down to rest his hands on Daryl's head, he had to stop to keep from ejaculating. He wanted to wait. Then, as Riki's gasps suddenly increased in frequency and volume, and finally Riki began arching his back, Iason knew it was time. As Riki's cries filled the room, he released his own pent-up lust with masterful strokes, a sweet intensity that sent shudders down his back. Eyes closed, he rested for a moment before discretely cleaning up and rising to leave the room.

He turned at the door. "Give him any medical attention that's required," he said to Daryl.

"Yes," Daryl said, bowing.

Iason paused for a moment, looking at Riki, who was still standing, now with his head bowed again. He turned on his heels and walked over to the mongrel, taking hold of his chin to turn his face up toward him. "I think you've learned something about what it means to be a pet. I never want to have to do that again. So, Riki. Do you think you can be more obedient now?"

"Yes," Riki whispered.

"Good." Iason leaned down and kissed Riki's throat, then whispered in his ear, "you belong to me, Iason Mink. You will always be my pet." At that moment he had a strong desire to take hold of his mongrel pet and kiss him thoroughly, deeply, but with Daryl standing there he resisted the urge.

Then Iason turned and left, puzzling over the intensity of his feelings for Riki, wondering where such desires would take him, would take them both. Maybe Raoul was right--maybe Riki would be his downfall. But...Iason knew, even if that were true, he would never give up Riki, the dark-haired mongrel who each day became more dear to him, and who Iason felt had already captured his heart.

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