Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Riki's Submission ❯ One-Shot

"Riki's Submission"

NC-17, Lemon,Yaoi,NC,Anal,BDSM,D/s

Iason x Riki

by Kira Takenouchi

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

Riki stared at the gold-plated collar and chain set in disbelief. On front of the collar and on both handcuffs, engraved prominently in bold relief, were the initials IM--Iason Mink.

"I'm not wearing them," he said.

"Riki, Master Iason says you are to be ready by 1:00. You really don't have a choice--you have to wear them."

"I said I'm not fucking wearing them!" Riki shouted. There was no way. No fucking way under heaven or hell he would be carted around like a piece of property, branded as the toy of Iason Mink.

Daryl was beside himself with anxiety. "If you don't put them on, you know what's going to happen. This Exhibit--this is a big deal. All the elite go, and if you're not ready, if you make Master Iason miss the opening ceremony--"

"Master Iason can go fuck himself, and all the fucking Blondie elite, too! This is bullshit! I'll not be put in chains like some stinking animal!"

"You should be proud to be Sir Iason's pet," Daryl said softly. "He's the most respected Blondie in all of Tanagura-no, in the entire sector. Have you any idea how many pets would give anything to be in your place?"

Riki scowled. "That's because they're all mindless trash who don't know what the fuck they want."

"Riki, please. It's getting late. You know how he can be...when he's angry. He'll force you. You know he will. He'll beat you until you submit to him."

Now Riki buried his face in his hands. "I can't. I just can't, Daryl. You don't understand."

"No, I don't, because we both know you're going to the Exhibit whether you want to or not. Master Iason always has his way. You know that! And if he has to put those chains on you while you're kicking and screaming, he will. So why put yourself through that? Do you really want another beating? I'm warning you--when he's really angry, I mean truly angry, he has a merciless arm. I don't know if you've ever really seen it--you might think you have, but I've watched him, and he holds back with you. You don't want to feel his fury unrestrained. You don't, Riki."

Now the dark-haired mongrel fell silent, letting his hands drop to his sides.

"Hold out your arm," Daryl said, softly.

Riki looked at the open cuff in Daryl's hands and shook his head.

Daryl sighed with exasperation. "He'll be here any moment. Please, Riki. Please!" Then, when Riki made no reply, he let his arms drop to his sides, the chains clanking loudly on the floor. "He's going to be furious."

As if on cue, the door hummed open and in walked their Blondie master, who, taking in the scene, stopped in his tracks. "Daryl," he said sharply. "I told you to have him ready by 1:00."

"Don't blame it on him," Riki said. "I'm not going. Not...wearing those."

An inexplicable look swept across the Blondie's face and for a moment he was silent. "Pet. You will put those chains on, and you will put them on now." Iason's voice was harsh, betraying his impatience.

Riki glared back at him, putting his hands on his hips. "There's no fucking way, Iason, you're getting me to wear those."

Striding towards Riki, Iason reached out and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back and whipping off his glove with his teeth. "You dare defy me, Riki," he whispered, then struck him, hard, across the face. The mongrel stared back at him obstinately and Iason struck him again. "Obey me, pet!"

"I'm not your fucking pet." Riki's voice, almost inaudible, carried a message that was ill-received by the already enraged Blondie, who released him as ring-induced pain shot through the mongrel, bringing him to his knees in agony.

"You most certainly are my pet," Iason hissed. "I'll drive that fact into your very marrow." He turned sharply on his heels and went to the bar, where he opened a rarely used cabinet and withdrew what appeared to be a long rod, holding it up to show Riki. "This is a taming stick, pet. You're about to be tamed."

In a few short steps, Iason was at Riki's side, lifting him up and pushing his face up against the wall, pinning his hands over his head with one hand. Yanking down the mongrel's pants to reveal his bare flesh, the Blondie proceeded to strike him mercilessly, furiously, at the same tormenting him with the punishing constriction and pain of the pet ring. The taming stick had no fancy technology, no protective buffering system, no variable settings--it was just old-fashioned, brutal punishment intended to be wielded without restraint, saved for the most rebellious, disobedient pets--typically used much earlier in the taming process. But for Riki, two years under the management of his Blondie master had failed to curb his recurring disobedience, and Iason--who considered the taming stick somewhat barbaric--was completely fed up with his pet's obstinacy and defiance.

Daryl had backed away, holding his hands up to his ears, unable to listen to the sound of Riki's utter anguish. He was terrified of Iason, who almost seemed to have an aura around him, so intense was his fury, his arm whipping back and striking relentlessly, his jaw set so angrily, his robe swirling with the rhythmic movement of his body. He knew his Blondie master would be angry, but that didn't change the terror he felt when witnessing it, nor lessen his pity for the dark-haired mongrel, who, by now, fully regretted his disobedience.

When at length the punishment stopped, Riki slid to the floor, curling into a ball as he sobbed incessantly.

"Who do you belong to, Riki?" Iason asked, quietly.

Through broken sobs, Riki finally answered, "I belong...to you...Iason."

"Clean him up," Iason said, turning to Daryl. "Then get those chains on him. I've got to change." Punishing Riki had made him break out into a sweat, and now he had to step into the shower to make himself presentable again for the Exhibit. He deeply resented this delay; now it was quite certain they would miss the opening ceremony. His anger with his pet had still not quite abated, although once he was clean and dry again, he began to feel a little cooler.

He returned to the living quarters to find Riki finally ready; his arms were chained together with cuffs, and a long chain hung from his collar, attached to a cuff which Iason slipped onto his left wrist, snapping it shut almost angrily. "Daryl. Bring me the taming stick and the belt."

Daryl obeyed, retrieving the belt and sheath from the bar cabinet. Iason fastened the belt around his waist and slid the stick into its sheath. Riki eyed it apprehensively but said nothing.

"Listen to me, Riki. If you misbehave in any way, I'll whip you in the presence of everyone there. Is that understood?"

His pet nodded, his spirit now entirely broken.

"I mean it. There will be many important people there--including Raoul, by the way. We'll be going to his exhibit."

Riki's confusion was evident in his expression. He blinked, shaking his head slightly. "His...exhibit?"

"Yes, pet. Raoul happens to be one of the greatest artists in Tanagura--some even say of our age. I guess there's no reason why you should have known that. But he's highly respected--don't even think of starting a scene with him there. It doesn't matter what's happened before. This is his arena. Do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Iason."

"Try again."

Riki sighed, defeated. "Yes...Master Iason."

"In public, you will only address me as Master Iason. Is that quite clear?"

Riki nodded, ruminating on this new information and trying to reconcile the puzzling contradiction of Raoul, the monster whom he abhorred, with Raoul, the great artist who everyone respected. He shot a few glances at Iason and could tell he was still annoyed.

Riding with him on the way to the Emporium was torture--he hated when Iason was angry with him--but he had never been quite like this. The Blondie continued to be harsh with him, scolding his every move, treating him as though he had just arrived in Eos and none of the two years of intimacy between them had even taken place.

"Stop sulking," the Blondie said, sharply. "We're almost there."

Wanting to snap back a reply but knowing full well the dire consequences of such folly, Riki sunk down in his seat, dreading the next few hours.

"Did you hear me?" Iason demanded. "Wipe that look off your face."

Riki looked out the window to avoid the Blondie's scrutiny. Iason put the vehicle in park with an angry thrust, reaching out to grab his chin, turning his face back to him. "You're not listening to me."

Then, suddenly, Iason entered the codes to darken the windows and recline the seat, which moved back and extended until they were on a flat surface. Riki looked at him in alarm, fearing more discipline under the taming stick. But when he saw Iason unfastening his trouser flap, he realized what the Blondie had in mind.

The look in his eyes was unfamiliar--there was lust, certainly, but more than that, there was still anger, and something else Riki couldn't quite discern. And then Iason was coming at him, flipping him onto his stomach with his chained hands above his head. He cringed when Iason lowered his pants with a furious yank. He felt his Blondie master press against him briefly and then, before he even had a chance to comprehend that Iason was taking him completely unprepared, the Blondie covered his mouth with his gloved hand to mask his cries and plunged fully into him. His master then took him with punishing force, nothing short of complete rape. "You most certainly are my pet," he whispered in his ear fiercely, "my fucking pet, as you put it--and I'll fuck you any time I want, any way I want. You'll obey me, Riki. I'll make you obey me. Do you hear me? Don't you ever defy me like that again--ever! When I tell you to do something, you'll do it. No argument, no tantrums--how does this feel? Would you like me to take you like this every day? Not what you had in mind, I think? When you're in the Exhibit and you feel my essence still in you, stinging you, gravity pulling the wetness down between your legs, you'll think about how I took you like this, and how I'll do it in a heartbeat--even harder than this--if you ever dare defy me again."

Riki was shaking with fear. The pain of Iason's forced entry was worsened by the excruciating tenderness of his punished flesh--but more than this, he felt paralyzed by his Blondie master's fury.

"You have no idea what I could do to you, Riki, if you push me. Don't test me--I guarantee you won't like it. You think you won't submit, but I'll make you submit, pet, I'll do whatever it takes--spank you, whip you, lock you up, chain you, bind you, rape you with my taming stick--until you bend to my will. I'll break you, Riki. Until you're on your knees, begging for mercy, and even then I won't stop, until you fully regret your disobedience."

That Iason had worked himself into such an extreme emotional state was unusual--he typically was able to keep his composure, no matter what the circumstance. But he was still furious with Riki, and now he was extremely aroused, thoroughly enjoying taking his pet--so irresistibly submissive in chains--by force, delighting in holding him down and covering his mouth to mask his cries, savoring his pet's trembling beneath him as he whispered his threats into his ear. Riki felt incredibly tight--almost unbearably so--and the stimulation of his unprepared, unloosened embrace was enhanced by the violence of the acquisition, pushing the Blondie to new heights of sexual stimulation within a matter of minutes.

Riki had never felt so afraid of Iason before. Something about him was different; the brutal penetration, and his master's whispered threats, actually terrified him more than his earlier punishment. Iason's words were alarming and at the same time, strangely hypnotic, resonating in a place deep within where a part of him was almost enchanted with the dominating force of his Blondie master. His commands triggered an instinctive reaction to fully submit to whatever Iason desired; he wanted to submit, longed to please Iason, and he didn't even know why. He found this side of Iason disconcertingly sexual, although at the moment he was too frightened to physically respond. The thick emotion in his voice, his fury, the way he took him so violently, all these things were puzzlingly erotic and intoxicating in some inexplicable way. But at the same time, he felt distanced from this new side of Iason Mink, as though he was in the presence of a new Blondie master who he didn't really know.

The Blondie's breathing increased and by his physical cues Riki knew he was on the verge of ejaculation, and then he was there--Iason's release announced by a series of gasps and the shaking of his body against his frightened pet.

Iason rolled off him, returning the seat to its upright position. He tossed a cloth to his pet. "Clean up," he ordered.

Riki stared at the cloth where it landed, choking back tears. "Iason, please. Can't you forgive me now? You're really...scaring me. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I know that was stupid. But I can't stand for you to be this way. You won't even look at me. It's like last night...and all those nights...didn't even happen. What we shared. I can't fucking stand the thought that you...don't...care for me anymore. What are you going to do, sell me off now?"

With these words, the Blondie turned and looked at his pet, his expression softening as his anger melted away, and in that instant Riki knew that his master had forgiven him.

"Riki," he sighed. "Come here, pet."

Riki scooted closer to the Blondie, who put his arms around him, then with one hand began stroking his cheek. "You'll always be my pet--I've told you this, many times. I'll never sell you. Just because I have to punish you, doesn't mean I don't care for you." He kissed him softly on the lips, smiling. "So. Are you going to be obedient now, my pet?"

The mongrel nodded, relieved to see the Blondie master he recognized again.

"Good boy. Let's get going, we're late."

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