Was intending this to be a one shot, but someone asked for more and I just happened to have a bit more in me, so maybe a couple more chapters if you don't mind? :-) Thanks to every one who reviewed, much love!
Riki disrobed, distressed to find his hands were shaking, and climbed into the bed. Iason followed his lead and soon they were both between the silken sheets. When Iason moved to touch Riki, he immediately flinched.
"Riki." They'd had a reasonably pleasant dinner, and then retired to the bedroom, but now suddenly his pet was back to being anxious and sullen. Iason began to slowly caress him, trying to get Riki to relax.
Riki tried to get control of himself, or rather give over his control to Iason as he usually did during these times, but his mind was tumbling into a blind panic as it went back to that horrible, horrible night, and all the pain and fear that he had experienced from it.
He had been reasonably complaint since returning from Ceres, because he finally accepted that he was a Blondie's pet. He hadn't fully come to terms with it, but he was trying to behave, as there really was little use to do otherwise. Iason would have his way, one way or the other.
Despite his attempts to be a good and obedient pet, Iason had brutally hurt him. He still wasn't sure what he had been punished for. He went to the party, yes he mouthed off a bit, but hell, what did Iason expect of him? Hadn't the humiliation of being stimulated, and then thrown into agony by his cock ring in front of everyone else been enough?
What little kernel of trust he'd developed for the Elite had been savagely torn away again and now he was back to being afraid of Iason. Well, in truth he was always a little afraid of the Elite, but he had learned to hide it behind his bravado.
When Iason had showed up in Ceres, one thing he had said was that Riki had never been treated roughly, therefore Riki had no cause to fear the Blondie. In all honesty what Iason had said was true. Aside from the one time that Iason had used a wand on him, and that was a year or so after his capture, when he had practically destroyed the apartment in a rage.
As far as his past punishments went, they had been mostly sexual in nature, and for Riki, those were worth than a regular kind of physical beating. He would rather suffer through the beating he took in Ceres or even from cops in Midas ten times over than go through such humiliation, frustration and that certain degree of unfathomable pain that came from denied a release.
Everything that Iason had done to him in the past had been devised as part of his training, deviously calculated by his master to not only teach him to obey, but also to make him crave what Iason's touch could do to him. Also, what he considered punishment, Iason considered foreplay, which made Riki understand the Blondie even less.
He was well aware that if he didn't let Iason have his way he could get hurt again. Iason had said he wouldn't do that again, but what if he did something worse? What if this time instead of stitches Riki's body gave up to the trauma inflicted on it and simply shut down? What if he died? Despite all that had happened to him, Riki still had very strong survival instincts. He was only twenty and he did not want to die!
Iason stopped playing with Riki's nipples, noticed that his pet was not responding at all to his touch, and wondered at the tight, pale expression hovering over the mongrel's face. "Are you really so afraid of me, pet?"
Riki's pride wouldn't allow him to answer, but his body trembled of its own accord as he turned his head to the side. A cloud of bile rose and lodged in his throat. He wanted to run, he wanted to bolt from this room, and to keep himself from doing that he reached up over his head and gripped the ornate irons of the headboard. It was taking everything he had to remain on the bed.
"J...Just get it over with."
Iason caught Riki's chin and turned the youth's face toward him. "I told you I would be gentle, Riki. Do you doubt my word?"
Yes, Riki's heart cried, but he shook his head. He was appalled when a tear slipped out of the corner of his eye and down his cheek. Shit! Shit!
Iason leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a sweet, unobtrusive kiss. Riki tried to focus on the kiss, tried to let himself feel something other than fear, but when Iason pressed his body over him, Riki could feel Iason's arousal against the cheeks of his ass and he flashed back to a few days before
He was so tired, they had been at it for hours, and Iason was inside of him again, thrusting painfully in and out and Riki was going numb. Then the feeling of Iason's cock growing bigger, wider, longer...Oh God! Oh God! He screamed and screamed. He was being split in two!
As his tears increased, his heart started to pound loudly in his chest and he whimpered without realizing it. His hands tightened on the headboard until he started to feel the metal become painful in his grip. He couldn't breathe! He couldn't breathe!
"Riki!" Iason carefully, but firmly pried Riki's white knuckled fingers from the headboard and linked them with his own. "You're fine, pet. You're fine."
"I can't...breathe!" Riki sat up suddenly, pushed Iason away and started to run, but his legs were shaking so badly that he collapsed the moment he tried to stand up. "I...can't breathe!"
Iason dropped down beside him, curled his arms across Riki's back and shoulders. "Calm down, Riki. Why are you acting like this?"
Why would that one night of lovemaking affect Riki so severely? Surely the mongrel had been through far worse, hell, he had put the boy through worse just with his training and Riki had never been this...traumatized before.
Riki had said he had been hurt, but that too had occurred in the past and such things only made him fight back more. He had never become so pale and fearful to this extent. Riki had always recovered, always fought back, that was one thing Iason had always admired about the mongrel. But this...this crushing vision of a shattered man trying to be brave...this was not his Riki
With his fingers he caressed Riki's cheek, scowling when Riki winced as if he had been struck in the face.
"Don't touch me!"
"Riki," he said in the gentlest tone he could manage. "Come pet, let me put you back on the bed."
Riki shut his eyes tight, scrambled away, putting his back to Iason and curled into a ball; trying to protect himself. He started to hyperventilate.
"Riki!" Iason started to pick Riki up and was shocked when his pet started thrashing wildly in his arms, he quickly released him and Riki again curled into a ball on the floor.
"Cal!"
The young blond furniture appeared a moment later as Iason rose and waved at Riki.
"He will not allow me to touch him. Do something."
Cal blinked, as he evaluated the scene, moved forward and curled on the floor in front of Riki, but did not touch him. "Deep breaths, Riki," he suggested gently. "In and out. In and out. You're safe. You're home. You are in full control of your body, Riki. Breathe in. Breathe out. Good."
Iason pulled on a robe as he watched his furniture calm his naked pet. "Get him to come back to the bed," he asked quietly, knowing if he touched Riki again it might make things worse.
"In and out. Good, Riki, good. The floor is cold, Riki." Cal nodded at his master as he slowly touched Riki's tightly folded hands. "The bed is warm. Let's go back to the bed."
Cal winced when Riki's hand closed over his painfully.
"I can't," he whimpered. "It hurts. I don't want to hurt again. I don't want..."
"No one will hurt you, Riki." Cal glanced at Iason and was surprised to see something that almost looked like pain in his master's usually glacial gaze. "Can you sit up with me? Let's sit up, Riki."
Riki allowed Cal to pull him into a sitting position, but did not release the boy's hand. He couldn't even look at Iason, he was so ashamed of his behaviour, yet he couldn't stop this terror inside of him, he couldn't physically make himself go back to the bed.
"That's good, Riki." Cal slowly pulled his legs under him, and took Riki's other hand. "One more, let's go up, okay?"
"I...I'm naked," Riki said, as if only just realizing it. Cal had seen him naked plenty of times, but for some reason, at that particular moment, he was ashamed by it.
"You can see me naked later if you like." Cal gently guided Riki back to the bed. "Come along then, if you get under the sheets, I won't notice you're naked. There you go, all the way in." Cal pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed Riki's cheeks. "There now. Isn't that better?"
Riki pulled his legs up to his chest and hid his face. "A...are you sure you're only twelve?"
"That will be all, Cal," Iason said, waited until the boy had left them alone, then he turned to his pet. "What was that, Riki?"
Riki shook his head and kept his arms around his face. He didn't know what that was, couldn't explain why he had reacted that way. It was as if his mind and body had taken on a will of their own, and now that he had some control over himself he was horrified at what had happened.
"I wish to hold you, pet." Iason watched Riki shiver. "Is my touch so detestable to you now?"
"I...no, I..."
Iason moved forward and sat close to Riki on the bed. "I will not penetrate you, pet."
Riki lifted his head in surprise. "R...really?" he whispered, almost desperately and had to bite his lower lip to keep from asking Iason for a promise. It was such a childish reaction, but he couldn't help it. He could not let go of this unreasonable dread.
"You are probably quite sensitive there, are you not?"
Actually he was feeling okay, the stitches had probably dissolved by now, but the idea that he wouldn't have to be fucked in the ass did belay some of his fear. Knowing it was a lie, he still nodded, because he obviously wasn't ready for that yet. Just thinking about it made him start to shake again.
"Then we will do other things." Iason pulled off his robe, slid under the sheets and adjusted his full length on the bed next to Riki, while not close enough to spook him. "Is there anything you would like to try?"
Riki's entire body froze. What did he mean? What the hell did Iason mean by that? "I...I don't understand."
"I am saying, that for this one evening, I will let you take the lead, Riki." Iason's fingers lightly caressed Riki's arm in slow, soothing circles. "You will have full control, would that not please you?"
Slowly, Riki slid down under the sheets, turned on his side to face his Master. Iason was willing to be the pet? Was that even possible? "Are...are you saying you...you want me to...to..." He couldn't even say it.
When he was with Guy, he had always been a top, Guy seemed to prefer being a bottom, but sex with Iason...He just couldn't imagine topping the Blondie. He whispered his question, even as his cheeks flared with heat.
"I didn't catch that, pet. What was it?"
"You...you're asking me to...to...fuck you?"
Iason lifted an eyebrow, then slowly smiled. "Ideally, no." That had not been a consideration at all when he made the offer and his smile widened when he watched the stiffness in Riki's posture suddenly relax. "As I do not have a prostate and my bodily functions, while similar, are still somewhat different than yours, I do not believe that would be beneficial to either of us."
"You don't think you'd like getting fucked up the ass?"
"No."
"And you think I do?"
Again Iason smiled. "I know you do."
Riki glared at him, felt a little more of his fear leave, while some of his anger and frustration returned. "Maybe I hate it."
Iason laid his hand over Riki's chest. "Say what you will, your body is more honest and that is what I shall listen to."
"Then what did you mean?"
"I simply meant for today only I will do what you ask me to do."
Riki stared at him, horrified. Ask? Iason expected him to actually tell him to do things, to touch him? "Fuck you!"
"You did it before, Riki. Do you not remember, in Midas?"
"That was different!"
"Why? You were very seductive then pet, in a crude sort of way. You asked me to touch you, to mate with you. Why can you not ask such things now?"
"Can...can we just not do it?" Riki asked, although it had been a several days since they had and he could not deny that his body, while afraid, was craving Iason's.
Iason sighed and lay on his back. "If that is what you wish, Riki. We should both go to sleep then."
Was Iason really willing to allow him to dictate the terms, Riki wondered? He watched the Blondie's eyes close, and after a few moments realized that Iason was asleep. Rising up on his elbow, Riki stared down at Iason for a long moment, before he settled down as well and drifted off.
Riki awoke a couple of hours later, after a vivid dream of topping Iason. He was painfully aroused and more than a little upset at how real the dream had been. Iason was still sleeping beside him and a very tiny portion wondered what would happen if he just climbed atop the Blondie and went to town.
Iason had said he didn't want to be penetrated, but Riki hadn't wanted to be either, for the longest time, and had been given no choice. The urge to try and take Iason in his sleep increased, and yet he had never even really touched Iason willingly.
Sex consisted of Iason touching and groping and sucking Riki's body, and ended in penetration; that was the gist of it. Iason had suggested that he ask for what he wanted but he couldn't, he had to keep what bare thread of pride he had left.
The fear and panic from earlier had faded, and he found that it was not returning, at least not while he felt in control and Iason was asleep. Could he touch Iason the way a lover would touch him? Did he even want to? Yes, he realized, that he did want to. Playing with Iason's hair while they did it was no longer enough, he did want to touch that pale, perfect skin. He wanted to see if he could make Iason feel the way Iason made him feel; aroused, desperate and out of control of his body.
He lifted the sheets and his eyes roamed Iason's beautiful body, then focused on the part that had caused him so much pleasure, and so much pain as of recently. It too was perfect, just like its owner and Riki felt himself swell despite the trickle of apprehension seeing it caused him.
Sliding his hand down he carefully gripped Iason, watched the Blondie almost immediately harden at his touch, and then flicked his eyes up to see if Iason was awake. Iason's eyes were still closed, but was he really asleep?
Using his hand he stroked Iason, trying to tell himself that this was nothing to be afraid of, yet that seed of mistrust spouted once more as the memory from the other night threatened to over take him again.
Needing something to take his mind off it, he slid under the sheets and took Iason in his mouth. He hadn't done this in years, not since Guy, but the memory of his technique slowly returned as he laved and licked and sucked on Iason. He rather liked the taste, as there was no sweat or body odour of any kind on the Blondie, the taste was cool, almost minty in flavor. Perhaps due to his android body, or perhaps it was his soap, Riki didn't know, but he liked it.
Iason slowly opened his eyes a sliver and marveled at the sight of his pet giving him head. It was a unique sensation, certainly and was creating a heat inside of him that he had not experienced before. He did not move or open his eyes fully, for fear he would spook Riki and they would again be back to square one. Having given his permission earlier for his pet to touch him, he still had not expected this.
The sight was intoxicating and highly arousing, and when Riki reached down with his free hand to stroke himself, Iason almost lost it, but he maintained. He would give Riki this little bit of control so that his pet would get over that unreasonable fear he now faced. He would allow Riki to do what he would and not interfere.
That promise only lasted until Riki sucked suspiciously hard on him and Iason could no longer keep his hips on the bed. He reared up, pulling a surprised Riki with him as he claimed Riki's mouth in a hungry kiss.
Riki fell into the kiss as Iason's hand covered his own around his penis. Yes! Yes! He thought as Iason's cool, practiced hands made swift work of his hard on. He gripped Iason's shoulders with both hands as he thrust against the Blondie's palm. "T...the ring..." He gasped, desperately, craving release, but knowing his pet ring would not allow it without Iason's permission. "L...Loosen it...p...please!"
Instead, Iason pushed between Riki's thighs, trying to gain entry and all of Riki's arousal instantly fled as a wave of fear crashed down upon him.
"No!" he scrambled off the bed and just made it to the bathroom before the first wave of nausea hit him.
"Riki!" Iason was beside him instantly as his pet vomited into the toilet. He smoothed Riki's hair. "I'm sorry, Riki. I'm sorry."
Riki continued to vomit until there was absolutely nothing left in his stomach, then he just slumped against Iason, drained.
Iason wet a cloth and wiped Riki's face, helped the young man rinse his mouth, and then carefully picked him up. Riki started to struggle before he even realized he was doing so, but Iason held him firm.
"I'm just taking you back to bed, Riki. We won't do any more tonight. I promise." He slid Riki back into bed, pulled the sheets over him, the rose. "Rest now. Go back to sleep."
"I didn't mean it," Riki whimpered and turned his face into the pillow. What the hell was wrong with him? "What's happening to me?"
Iason caressed his hair. "I don't know, pet. I just don't know."
