Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ The Training Begins ( Chapter 10 )

Deangelized~If they were OOC, then it definitely wasn't Taming Riki. I can't stand anime/manga-based stories with OOC characters. *shudders* Taming Riki part one will be available October 10th for free, I'll be sure to post a link for you! It is a wonderful story that feels more like an extended version of the original. And, being a AnK fan, I assume you know they are re-making it? **excited**!!! I understand about the gay manga and families, really, I do, I guess it's just because I've accepted such a “take me as I am or fuck off” attitude that I sometimes forget some people actually care what their families think lol (I love long reviews!)

 

VegoSacomoto~I think all my previous reviewers just had no appreciation for BDSM, or the master/slave relationship in general. That makes it very hard to understand and appreciate Katan. I'm so glad you guys like him though! I will warn you though that by the end of the story his character does get quite dark.

 

A/N~ Back into Jason's confused brain. I posted two chapters again, since this one ended up being really short.

 

Chapter 10

The Training Begins

 

Jason tried to force himself to think about anything but Kara, but it was hard finding anything decent to focus on. His enslavement, the auction, the pain in his feet, Tobin, Katan's angry punishment…Jason let out a tearless sob of desperation as he realized how awful the last 2 weeks of his life had truly been. Then one peaceful vision did enter his mind's eye. The look on Katan's face as he looked at Mark in the hospital, so calm, so concerned, so caring…so unlike the angry face of the man that had done the damage to him in the first place.

 

As Jason absent mindedly went through the motions of showering and dressing he found that Katan consumed his thoughts. He found the man to be intriguing. He realized he yearned to know him better, almost desired that connection that he had with Mark.

 

Too bad I have no intention of sticking around long enough for that…I've got to find…no…focus, Jason, you can't think about her right now. I have to stay on Katan's good side so he'll continue the search.

 

Jason walked down to breakfast, where Mark and Katan were already seated, and Katie had already set out the food. He went and pulled out his chair.

 

“Ah ah.” Said Katan, before he had a chance to sit.

 

Jason exhaled loudly. “I just walked in, what could I have possibly done wrong already?”

 

“Slaves must earn the right to sit at the table without having to ask permission. Mark gets to because he has been a faithful servant to me for over 10 years. You were allowed to earlier because your feet were injured. However, now I think you should start acting like the rookie slave you are.”

 

Katan sat back as if expecting something.

 

Jason stood in awkward silence for a few seconds. “I don't know…umm…what am I supposed to do?”

 

Katan didn't try to disguise the amusement on his face. “Well, you should bow to me, and request permission to eat at the table.”

 

Jason scoffed at Katan's words. “I will not bow to you! You're crazy!”

 

“I won't tolerate anymore of your insolence. You will start behaving like the slave you are.”

 

“Never.”

 

Jason screamed and dropped to one knee as an intense pain tore through his right calf, the muscles tensing in one of the worst cramps he had ever experienced.

 

“You did that, didn't you, you asshole!” Jason glared angrily up at Katan as he took a sip of his hot tea.

 

“I did, and I'll do it to the other as well if you don't wipe that look off your face and complete your bow.”

 

Jason's nostrils flared, but he looked down and completed the bow.

 

“I told you before, I don't like my slaves to avoid eye contact. Look at me.”

 

Jason reluctantly locked eyes with Katan, the defiance still present in his eyes, but his features were softer.

 

“Now, the food is getting cold, and I'm sure we'd all appreciate if you'd stop turning such a simple task into a big ordeal.”

 

“May I please eat breakfast?”

 

Katan raised his eyebrows in warning.

 

“Master.” Jason added through gritted teeth.

 

“Good enough, we have 3 meal times a day to work on it. Take your seat.”

 

Jason took his seat and began eating, but there was a fire raging inside him that he was fighting hard to repress.

 

“You'll find that most of my punishments are something you or your body would naturally experience at some point in your life, such as the Charlie horse you just experienced. I feel it is better for a slave's body.”

 

“So Mark would have naturally been cut up by a whip?”

 

Katan slammed his fist down on the table. “SILENCE!”

 

Jason huffed, but didn't respond. In all truth, Katan still scared him.

 

After breakfast Katan briefed Jason on the rules of the house. They were fairly basic, trusted slaves could pretty much do anything they wanted as long as they were available at all times in case Katan needed them. Television was limited to 3 hours a day. Phone calls were permitted only when they were being made on Katan's behalf. As Katan ran down the list of everyone's responsibilities, Jason found it so well organized he wondered where he was to fit in.

 

Katan employed a full staff including butler, chef, gardener, security general, and head housekeeper. Each of them, with the exception of the butler, had a minimum of 1 slave under them. Jason had counted a total of 18 slaves not counting himself and Mark.

 

Of course I'm not counting me, I'm not a slave.

 

The house keepers were all female. Upon making an observation about how sexist that was Jason received another swift yet effective punishment as the muscles in his neck tensed as though someone with very large hands was grabbing him roughly.

 

The security slaves consisted of intimidating strong male slaves that all looked and acted as if they were cloned from the same mold and implanted with the same eager to please personality. It made Jason sick. He knew it wasn't their fault though, they had most likely all been born, raised, bred and brainwashed into believing that their only purpose in life was to serve and protect their master. Jason knew he certainly wouldn't fit in there.

 

The grounds keeping/maintenance slaves were all tower masses of muscle with not much brains to back them. Even though they were most likely also bred this way, Jason couldn't help but think that some people are better suited to be told what to do all day. As much as Jason loved being outside, he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach being around such idiocy.

 

The cook staff seemed to be the most care-free, they all seemed to have much more intelligence and freedom. Jason assumed the kind and outgoing nature of the Chef, who oversaw them all probably had a lot to do with that.

 

When the tour was over, Katan took a seat in the living room and began going through the day's mail. Mark came out to announce that his lunch would be finished soon, and Jason, not knowing what else to do, sunk into an easy chair across the room. He barely had time to relax though, when he shot out of the seat, grabbing one of his butt cheeks.

 

“Ouch! That hurts Goddamn it!”

 

“You are a rookie slave. You are in training. You are to kneel at my feet at all times unless otherwise instructed.” Katan corrected sternly.

Jason huffed, but kneeled. Anger flashed through Katan's eyes at the sound, and Jason was suddenly grabbing at his throat as if he couldn't breathe.

 

“That's the second time today you've done that. Since you seem to have so much breath to spare you shouldn't mind a short break from breathing.” Katan's gaze was icy, and calm, but the panic was evident on Jason's face, and in his movements.

 

Katan continued to look at Jason coolly, as if waiting for an answer Jason was clearly unable to give. Jason's eyes moistened with unshed tears of panic, and Katan reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.

 

“Calm down.”

 

Jason tried to force away his panic as he let his hands drop from his throat to his sides. Once he was calm, Katan released his wind pipe, and Jason gasped, grateful for the air.

 

“There is no reason to be so panicky, Jason, I paid a good deal for you, and I've agreed to give you 1 month before I decide whether you are dispensable or not. Until then, no harm will come to you while you are in my care.”

 

Jason wanted to yell at him that being unable to breathe sure as shit felt like harm, but he was still pretty shaken, so he only nodded.

 

Once their lunch came, Katan gave Jason permission to sit on the floor at his feet rather than kneel so that he could eat more comfortably. Katan ate his sandwiches while doing something on his lap top that he was quite engrossed in.

 

“I think.” Jason said, but quickly swallowed his words as Katan shot him a reprimanding look.

 

“May I speak?”

 

Katan rose an eyebrow at Jason.

 

“Master?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I think if you let me be in the kitchen, I could be a good slave there.”

 

Did I just agree to be his slave? What the hell is wrong with me?!