Please read the first part of this story, Broken, if you want a better grasp of context with your porn...
I decided this first bit stands alone well enough to post without affecting the flow of the rest. Because, as usual, I suck at holding back chapters. Just a little intro to help you wait...
Rated 18+ for sexual content.
And still unbeta'd.
Let the fun times begin!
Riki watched the grey fumes curling into the night before being swept away.
Inhaling deeply, he focused on the warmth deep inside as his ribs stretched to their limit, holding the smoke. Slowly, he blew it out in a steady stream.
It was as good a way as any to focus his breathing. The flow stuttered, stopping when his throat hitched, then rushed out in a desperate puff.
With a broken little sound, Riki's control slipped. He really couldn't help grabbing the wet length throbbing against his abs.
Fuck.
Dragging his hand away, Iason's Pet stoically took another drag on his cigarette. He ignored the tension that ached in his belly, gritted his teeth against the sharp clench of his abused asshole when his hips shifted on the rough concrete.
He had gone through the entire cycle of arousal three -or was it four? -times already. Riki had pushed himself from the first fluttery beginnings, through the focused build to orgasm until, stupid cock ring, it was simply too much. Now he rested again in that muggy resigned space between, waiting to come down enough to start over.
Fucking fucking FUCK.
Shaking the hair from his eyes, Riki let the night air cool the sweat on his body. His nipples tightened to achy points as goosebumps slowly crawled up his chest: just another spot of maddening sensation, ignored like the rest.
When Iason had left with Katze, Riki had dutifully made his way to the bedroom.
At first, it had been a relief to strip, falling naked onto the giant bed. The sheets slid across his skin, cool as running water. His hands had flowed everywhere too, enjoying the sensual beginnings of sexual arousal. His grip had soon centered on his cock though.
Mmmmm...the pleasure had grown, simple and comfortable.
Fantasies of Katze filled his mind, melting into memories of past experiences with Iason. The smell of clean linen, the remembered whisper of Iason's breath on his neck, the dull throb in his balls... Riki savored the pleasure as it grew, making him gasp for every breath.
Time to get down to business... He was entering the focused stage of arousal, orgasm a beacon beginning to shine on the horizon.
The first finger slipped into his ass had been a relief. Small, a promise of more.
Riki had never been very patient. Quickly he had pushed one, then two more fingers in. The need had gotten serious then, groans torn from him at the stretch. Lube had dripped as he worked himself, imagining Iason's huge dick pushing in. He could almost feel Iason's eyes on him, a phantom hungry blue gaze appreciating the carelessly slutty position, on his back with strong legs bent up.
Soon, he grew tired of it. His shoulder hurt from the stretch and he just wasn't able to reach that place inside...
The dildo was hard plastic, sleek against his tongue when he put it into his mouth. It was perhaps half the size of Iason's giant dick, but the Blondie had set his rules very clearly. Riki was allowed to prepare for him, but in no way was it acceptable for him to be too loose and easy...
Riki let his head fall back against the pillow as the blunt cylinder breached him. All alone in his Master's enormous bed, there was no need for pretense. Riki was neither trying to hold back, nor was he putting on a show. He really didn't care if the way he bent over scrunched up his abs, or if he was grunting inelegantly.
Gripping the ridges at the base of the dildo, Riki had worked himself open. Deep strokes that felt sooo good, sending shivers up his spine. Smoothly in and out, a promise of relief.
His dick kicked against his stomach, and Riki used his other hand to stroke himself.
Oh yes.
This was good.
Rocking his hips, Riki could feel the orgasm coiling tighter.
Soon...
Riki bit his lip, pushing the dildo deep and twisting it while speeding the hand on his cock. God so close, so close.
Hair stuck to his face as fresh sweat covered him. Riki's movements grew desperate, relief so near he could taste it.
Oh.
My.
God.
He hated Iason. The foggy thought swirled through the haze of lust. Fucking cock ring. Riki couldn't cum.
Except... He could. So close, his body screaming that he was on the verge of a massive orgasm. Maybe Iason was wrong, maybe Riki could cum anyway. He didn't even care about the punishment that would certainly follow. He just needed to get off.
With a groan, Riki flipped onto all fours.
His swollen erection dangled stiffly, and his pelvis rocked involuntarily. Twitchy little moves, backing up onto the dildo. Balancing on one hand, Riki resumed fucking himself with vigor. Fuck fuck fuck.
The feeling built again, a surge of pleasure so intense it would have, should have resulted in splashing pulses of semen. Riki's balls hurt, unbearably tighttighttight... Fuuuuuuuck.
A large blurt of clear fluid appeared, further slicking his engorged dick head and doing absolutely fucking nothing to relieve the ache inside. His Master's metal ring glinted dully, snug against the root of his cock.
Mocking him.
Reminding him.
He was Iason's.
Now, Riki was angry. Determined to get off, he pressed his groaning face into the mattress as his arm gave out. Letting go of the dildo, handle still sticking out obscenely from his raised butt, Riki focused his energies on his cock.
Stripping it decidedly, he jerked off furiously. His toes clenched and the breath sobbed out of him in frustration. The pleasure was intense, soooo intense.
Too intense, raising all the hairs on his thighs and skittering in spastic twitches up his back.
Soclosesoclosesoclose. He would show Iason.
White hot streaks ran jagged behind his closed eyelids.
He.
Was.
Going.
To.
Come.
Except...
The stimulation was growing too much. Grinding his teeth, Riki pushed through it. Stroking fast and hard, he couldn't help loosening his grip as the intensity made his ears ring. Nerve-endings in his shaft protested, warring with the instinct to reach closure.
His thigh cramped and the pain of overstimulation finally tipped the balance the other way.
Fuck.
Riki's hand dropped, fisting loosely against the sheets. Iason's Pet fell heavily to his side, panting and sweat drenched. His cock still jumped, rock hard and quivering.
Unfulfilled dammit.
Gulping ragged lungfuls of air, Riki stared unseeing at the wall; his heart raced wildly with the urgent need that still roared through him.
Shaking, Riki waited it out.
He wouldn't cum.
He couldn't cum.
He was Iason's Pet.
Painfully slowly, the overwhelming-right-there gotta-do-something-anything-to-finish-off-right-the-fuck-NOW feeling subsided.
Riki rested, limbs heavy in spite of the tension that still curled inside. Little tremors shook him when the pleasure flashed and burst, bubbles of need that popped uselessly.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
It took all of his energy to roll his face into the damp sheets, hiding how his expression twisted. A pitiful sob leaked out of him when the forgotten dildo was instinctly pushed from his puffy asshole.
Swallowing against the clench in his throat, Riki took a shaky inhale.
He wouldn't cry, goddammit.
Some objective part of his brain whispered that this was the worst bit, he just needed to wait it out. It didn't bring much comfort though, defeated despair welling in waves as his body was buffeted by residual tension.
It was unusual for Riki, feeling such absolute surrender. Complete helplessness. In the throes of Iason's torture, the instinct to fight always fired Riki. Even when his body ached and he was being used, adrenaline still crystallized in a core of resistance.
Now though, his fire was all fizzled out.
All alone, aching and tired, Riki's sense of self-power was completely crushed. Faced with the cold mirror of his slave status, Riki couldn't even muster the energy to hate Iason.
Minutes passed and Riki slowly climbed his way out of the tide of pitiful self-loathing. Still shaking, he eventually managed to sit up.
Jupiter, he ached. Like, fucking everywhere.
Swiping at his wet cheeks, Riki gathered the broken remnants of his will power into resigned acceptance.
He couldn't cum.
No use dwelling on the fact.
Pushing to his feet, Riki needed a distraction or he would start trying to relieve the urge that still raged in his gut.
Slipping his arms into a discarded silk shirt of Iason's that was draped over a chair in the corner, Riki wobbled towards the living room, aiming for the cigarettes in his coat pocket.
He hissed and had to grab the armrest not to crumble to the floor when bending over accidentally brushed his oversensitive cock head against the couch.
Outwardly calm, but body still sooooo greedy for stimulation.
Fuck.
Nothing for it but to wait it out.
God he hated his Blondie right then.
Riki smiled a bit at this sign of the return of his normal personnality. Riki the Dark never stayed down long...
Gazing into the endless depths of the night sky, Riki wondered how Iason and Katze were faring.
So, a high intensity tease it is. Poor Riki... Iason and Katze return next!
Any special requests? I'm open to suggestions at this point. I usually work reader comments in somehow, the interaction is part of the fun of fanfiction. This is a quiet fandom so if you'd like to prompt some of the action, go right ahead!
xxx
FrenchCaresse