Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Transgressions ❯ Chapter 4

"Transgressions"

NC-17, Yaoi,BDSM,D/s,Humil

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 paced restlessly, cursing, then in frustration kicked over a small table, sending a vase crashing to the floor.

"Sir Riki, please," begged Daryl, rushing to clean up the broken fragments. "When the Master comes, he will not be pleased if you are like this."

"Oh? I don't give a fuck what 'the Master' thinks. I'm sick and tired of being caged in here like some animal to do that pervert's bidding. My life is over. I might as well have died..." his voiced trailed off as he remembered how he first encountered the formidable Blondie who now controlled every aspect of his life.

"But, he has removed your chains. If you continue like this, he will put them back on you. Or worse. Please, I don't want to have to...be the one to--" Daryl stopped, looking around nervously as though afraid Iason was listening.

"You don't want to be the one to discipline me again, is that it? I'm sick of his threats about that, too. Fuck it." Riki strode over to the desk where Iason kept some of his personal things, searching for the concealed drawer where the Blondie stored the kasey-whip. "Where is it?"

"Sir Riki, please, stop. Only the Master is allowed there." Daryl was beside himself with anxiety, turning repeatedly to look at the door.

"Relax, why don't ya? He's not going to do anything to you. You're such the perfect little...hah! Here we go!" The drawer slid open with snap. "And...look what we have here." Riki pulled out the kasey-whip, striking the desk with it for effect. "His little implement of torture. Bet the pervert loved watching me suffer."

"Sir Riki, I am begging you," Daryl pleaded. "I implore you, put it back."

Riki laughed and walked across the room to the door that led to the balcony, waited for the door to open, then stepped outside. With a mischievous smile at Daryl, he flung the whip over the ledge. "And that's the end of that."

Daryl shook his head. "You know that won't be the end of it. I don't understand why you...why you do things like this. Deliberately provoking him."

"Because I hate the bastard!" Riki shouted.

"Please, your voice," Daryl whispered. "Someone will hear."

"I don't give a fuck who hears!" Riki screamed.

At that moment the door opened, and Iason and Raoul entered. Daryl greeted Iason, who ignored him, noting the turned over table and broken glass. Then he looked at Riki. "What's this screaming?" he asked quietly.

"Let me go," Riki demanded. "I've more than repaid you. Or give me to the freak there next to you, anyone but you."

"Riki," Iason said sharply, and Riki fell to his knees from the sudden punishing restriction of the ring. "How dare you speak to me that way, and insult Raoul."

"You can...both...go to...hell, for all I care," Riki gasped.

"Perhaps another time would be better for our...talk," Raoul said. "We'll discuss that matter tomorrow."

Iason was so furious, he could only nod at Raoul, who left quietly, but not without a slight smile at Riki, who he knew was in for punishment.

"Are you deliberately trying to ruin my reputation? That was Raoul, a respected Blondie and a good friend, who I brought here, hoping to show you off a bit. I thought we'd made remarkable progress. But it appears I was sadly mistaken."

"You're both...fucking...perverts."

At this, Iason emitted a long sigh, pausing a few moments before speaking. "It seems we need to relearn some basic lessons in obedience. How unfortunate. I'd hoped we were finished with discipline." He turned and walked to the desk, then froze, seeing the open drawer.

Riki choked out a laugh in between his gasps.

Iason stood, with his hand on his hip. "Daryl. Why is this drawer open?"

"Sir Riki, he...," Daryl hesitated, glancing over at Riki.

"Riki. Where is the kasey-whip?"

Iason loosened the ring so his pet could answer, and Riki climbed back to his feet, shaking his head back cockily.

"It's not there," Riki said with a smug smile. "I suggest you look somewhere down in the city below, I'm not exactly sure where it landed when I threw it."

Iason laughed softly. "I see. You're the very model of defiance. You're ready to take me on, is that it? You...won't be smiling when I'm finished with you," he said quietly, then "Daryl."

"Yes, Iason-sama," Daryl said, rushing towards the Blondie.

"Go to the pavilion on the second level and purchase a new kasey-whip. A C-17 class. No--C-18. Tell them to have a T-stand sent here immediately, with quarter cuffs."

Daryl nodded, giving Riki a frightened look, one which made Riki's stomach churn a little.

"Yes," Iason said lowly, his anger now evident in his voice. "You should be afraid. I'm going to punish you myself tonight." He walked toward the wayward mongrel, who took an instinctive step back as the glowering Blondie approached. "I'm going to teach you, once and for all, that you're my pet, and that you will conform to my will." He grabbed Riki by the hair, pulling his head back. At the same time, his pet ring constricted and emitted additional pain-inducing G-waves, causing him to cry out in agony.

"You feel that, do you?"

Riki's reply was an anguished sob.

Leaning closer to his pet, Iason whispered in his ear, "still feeling defiant?"

"Please," Riki gasped, "let me go."

"I have told you. You will always be my pet," he answered, then, more quietly, "I must admit, I'm a little surprised that you're rebelling now. You weren't unhappy last night, I think? Have you already forgotten? That's what made me so confident in bringing Raoul here. I wanted to show you off. But you...chose instead to behave like an untamed mongrel."

"Because I'm fucking going out of my mind!" Riki cried, then screamed from the punishing constriction of the pet ring. Iason released his grip on his hair, and Riki fell to his knees again, doubling over with pain.

Iason gave a slight laugh. "So. You thought you'd intentionally provoke me, is that it? You prefer discipline to boredom? Or did you think...you'd somehow escape punishment?"

"Bastard," Riki gasped, now completely on the floor, his knees pulled to his chest as he suffered from the torment of the ring. He remained thus until Daryl returned from his errand, carrying a new kasey-whip, at which time the ring suddenly loosened, much to Riki's relief.

"Daryl. Bring it here."

Daryl rushed to his master, who took the new whip and tapped it against his left hand a few times. Riki eyed it with some consternation.

"Oh yes, perhaps I should warn you. It's a C-18 class, a bit thicker, which means you're going to feel it a lot more. It's got a special retracting buffer mechanism, though, so it shouldn't break the skin, though you'll be pretty sore for a few days. It's designed especially for Blondies who want to administer the discipline themselves but don't want to leave scars on their pets. It seems," he said with a little laugh, "we don't know our own strength." He turned. "Daryl. Go wait until I call you. See that we're not disturbed."

"Yes, Sir," he answered, giving Riki a look filled with pity.

Riki, still on his knees, found that he was trembling.

"Pet," Iason commanded sharply. "Take off your clothes and lie facedown on the bed."

"Iason," he began, desperate now to avoid punishment at the hands of his furious Blondie master with this new device. "I won't...do it again...I won't...please."

"Not open for negotiation! On the bed, pet!"

With trembling fingers, Riki undressed, unable to look at Iason, who now filled him with terror. He had never seen him so angry, and now he was beginning to seriously regret his rashness.

"Please," he tried again. "I'll do whatever you say. I'll--"

"Yes, you will do what I say. And the first thing you'll do is get on that bed." Iason's command was punctuated with the excruciating punishment of the pet ring, which was answered by Riki's tormented cry.

"Don't make me tell you again," Iason whispered.

Shaking, Riki got up and climbed onto the bed, lying down with a little sob of defeat.

"Did you really think you'd get off without being punished? That you could talk your way out of it after that performance in front of Raoul? Look at me."

Riki met his master's eyes with great reluctance, now utterly terrified. The Blondie seemed even larger than he remembered, and the look of pure fury on his face was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. Daryl warned him how terrifying Iason could be, but Riki had not really understood, until this moment. With both hands on his hips, and his legs spread apart, the kasey-whip beneath one gloved hand, the Blondie looked truly menacing, and now Riki desperately regretted provoking him.

"Did you think throwing that kasey-whip over the ledge would save you from punishment? Or maybe you were just trying to provoke me, isn't that it? I suppose that amused you--you were pretty proud of yourself, I think?"

"Please...Iason..."

"Pet. You're going to be punished now. And I'm not going to stop until I've driven total submission into you."

Iason slapped the kasey-whip suggestively against his gloved hand a few times and the dark-haired mongrel began trembling uncontrollably.

Iason noted his pet's trembling with some satisfaction. Riki was already afraid, and the discipline hadn't even begun. In truth, Iason was shaking himself. He had never felt so furious with him as he did in this moment. It was not just the embarrassing display in front of Raoul, who had counseled him countless times on the imprudence of a mongrel pet, or even Riki's blatant challenge to his authority--his remarkable audacity in disposing of the kasey-whip. More than this, it was his stinging comment...anyone but you.

"Pet," he said sternly. "You are never to address a Blondie like Raoul in such a disrespectful manner again." Iason struck his thighs with the kasey-whip, hard, eliciting a frightened, anguished cry from his pet.

"You will never openly defy me again!" Another strike, this one bringing tears to the mongrel's eyes.

"And you will never touch my whip again, is that understood?" he hissed. The third strike, falling on his pet's exposed buttocks, was so hard that Riki began pleading for him to stop.

"Oh no," Iason laughed brokenly. "We've barely started."

"Excuse me, Iason Sir," Daryl said.

"I said we were not to be interrupted," Iason said, without turning.

"Yes Sir. Excuse me. But they've arrived with the T-stand."

"Ah. Yes. Have them bring it in here."

Riki buried his face on the bed with shame, knowing that those who saw him in such a humiliating position would be quick to spread the gossip that Iason Mink was disciplining his mongrel pet. Not that he cared especially about the gossip, but his social life was already so difficult in Eos. The news of his whipping would come as a great source of amusement to Enif and many others.

"Did I say you could look away?" Iason said sharply.

Riki turned to look at the Blondie, who now stood, stroking the whip, and then proceeded to punish his pet in the presence of everyone there, much to Riki's complete mortification. Although he tried not to cry out, he could not help it, nor could he stop himself from eventually begging for mercy and an end to the brutal whipping.

Finally, Iason stopped. Riki sobbed like a child, now completely oblivious to the audience that had witnessed his punishment in a hushed awe. They had finished setting up the T-stand and now left, whispering among themselves. Eventually Riki's sobs abated and he became aware of the immense object that now stood against the wall.

"Wha...what is that?" he asked weakly.

"This will be your new home for the next day or so, until I decide you've had enough."

Riki eyed the device warily, noting the four cuffs with a sinking feeling. Did Iason really intend to chain him standing, arms and legs spread? Suddenly he felt overcome with nausea, and before he could stop himself he had spewed on the floor. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Surprisingly, Iason did not punish him for that infraction. He called Daryl, who rushed over to clean up the mess.

Iason watched Riki for a moment. His pet's sudden sickness surprised him. It was so unlike the mongrel to be that afraid, to tremble so uncontrollably. Perhaps...he was taking things too far. His anger had dissipated somewhat now. He noted the deep red raised whip marks on his pet's backside and had to concede that he had struck him quite hard and relentlessly, and with a C-18. Perhaps that was sufficient punishment. He returned the kasey-whip to the drawer, and then made a decision. He would save the T-stand for some other transgression.

"I think that's punishment enough. You can get up now, Riki."

Riki remained motionless.

"Did you hear me?"

"I...I can't move, Iason."

Iason smiled. "Yes, that might be a little difficult."

"I mean I really can't...move."

Suddenly, Iason's heart began pounding. "Come now. I told you. Get up."

His pet continued to lay on the bed. Iason walked over to him, studying his motionless body with concern. "Make a fist," he said.

"I...can't."

Iason was suddenly seized with a horrible thought, and quickly retrieved the kasey-whip from the drawer, turning it on its end to read the class number. "Daryl! I told you C-18, not C-20!"

"Yes, Iason, Sir, C-18 is what I asked for," Daryl stuttered.

"This is a C-20!" Iason shouted.

"I'm...s-s-sorry." Daryl bowed his head, trembling.

Iason buried his face in his hands for a moment, then buzzed Katze. "I have a medical emergency. Get me some assistance here, right away. I used a C-20 by mistake. Katze. Be sure to tell them C-20."

"Holy shit," Katze breathed. "All right. I'll take care of it."

Iason turned to Daryl. "Who sold this to you?"

"Sir...Sir Yousi, it was, I believe."

"That idiot! I'll kill him." Iason turned and rushed over to Riki, who was now unable to talk.

"Excuse me...Iason-sama...what is wrong with Riki?"

"Leave us!" Iason said sharply.

"Yes, Sir," he replied weakly, backing away.

"Riki," Iason said softly, "I know you can still hear me. Don't be afraid, my pet." He pushed the hair out of Riki's eyes, bending down to kiss his forehead. "Help is coming."

Riki's eyes were now completely dilated. Iason took hold of his pet's hand and brought it to his lips, just holding it there. "This wasn't my intent. Do you understand me?"

It was not long before the medical team arrived and rushed to attend the motionless pet.

"Did he vomit?" one man asked.

"Yes," Iason said, anxiously.

"Actually that's good. That might have saved him. It's pretty late to be administering the antidote."

"What...what is wrong with him?" Daryl asked again, risking Iason's displeasure in his desperation to know what had happened to Riki.

One of the medics turned to him. "The C-20 'Spider' emits a poison. It's meant to be used for terminal punishment. Each strike releases a little more, eventually paralyzing the pet and stopping its heart. We're administering the antidote now."

Iason stood with his back to the wall, his expressionless face hiding a torrent of emotions. He felt numb. When he thought of how hard he had struck his pet with the kasey-whip, each strike delivering more of the poison into his system, he felt overcome with remorse. All he had intended was to discipline Riki--rather harshly, to be sure--but certainly not to seriously harm...or...kill him. But his rage had unbalanced him. He hadn't even checked the class number, a careless, foolish mistake. If he were to kill his beloved pet....

"He's coming around."

Iason rushed to Riki's side, and when he saw his pet open his mouth slightly, he felt overwhelmed with relief.

"Lucky break. Looks like he'll be okay now. The antidote just needs to get through his system."

"Give him pain relief," Iason said. "And leave enough to last for a few days."

Iason hardly noticed when the medical team left. He sat next to Riki for hours, attending him, and tormenting himself with how close he came to losing his pet. And now, even with pain relief, he could see Riki still suffered from the brutal beating, and that he had been far too hard on the tiny mongrel. He knew he would never be able to punish his pet with a whip again. His rage over Riki's words had come so suddenly, he hadn't really thought about what he was doing. Rage--and, more than anything, hurt, over his pet's rejection. He knew it was foolish to be so concerned with how his pet felt toward him. But he couldn't help himself. Jupiter be damned...he loved the black-haired mongrel.

"Iason," Riki finally whispered. "You don't have to stay with me all night. I don't blame you...I know...I deserved it."

"Hush." Iason put a finger to his pet's lips, then followed that up with a gentle kiss. "Go to sleep, my pet," he whispered, stroking his dark hair. Riki drifted off, comforted by Iason's touch. Iason stayed by him for a long time, reflecting on their mutual transgressions.

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