Chapter Six

Ask Of The Master & You Shall Receive

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"Come, Riki," Iason ordered, crossing his arms as Riki refused to budge from his spot in the corner. "I will not ask you to obey willingly again. You are in need of a bath."

Riki refused to budge from his spot in the corner, curling tighter into a ball. He hadn't moved from that spot in almost a day, refusing to eat and speak to anyone. He was tired of this joke, it had gone too far. That's what this was, right? A joke. How could a Blondie keep a mongrel as a pet, it was impossible. The joke had gone on long enough. Riki leaned forward, hoping that if he squeezed his eyes shut tight he would wake up from the prolonged nightmare and be back in his own room with a bunch of stout bottles scattered everywhere.

Iason sighed. "Very well, I have given you ample opportunity to obey me."

The dark haired boy cringed, knowing that punishment was coming. It was just a bath, but he knew better. The moment he was in the sunken bathtub, he knew his Master would demand he preform or do something. He wasn't going to go along with this any longer.

"Daryl," Iason called. "Fetch me the chains and the paddle."

Riki's eyes widened in horror. He was going to get paddled for refusing to take a bath? "No!" he yelped, jumping to his feet and bolting out the door as fast as he could go. He ran straight into Daryl who was moving to get the objects, but recovered and scurried into the living space, his eyes darting around for a safe haven.

"Riki! Get back here right this instant!" Iason bellowed, rapidly approaching the wild cat that was loose in his home. "Or I will double the amount of strikes as punishment." He scowled as Riki ran to the far side of the room, hiding behind his favorite chair with his back to the fireplace. "Pet, you are really trying my patience. Come here, now."

He didn't budge, giving a shake of his head while watching as the Blondie glared and started to approach. "I wanna go home!" he pleaded. "Enough already! Haven't you had enough of this joke? What ever bet you lost, I'm sure it's cleared now!"

"Make no mistake, Riki," Iason explained. "This is not a joke."

"I wanna go home!"

"You are home, pet. This is your home now." Iason almost reached his favored chair, deciding to try and calm the distressed pet down rather than fuel his disobedience, he switched to a softer tone. "This is your home now, Riki. You belong here with me."

"No!" Riki protested, backing away. "I don't belong here!"

"Yes you do, pet, you do belong here now," Iason continued, still using a soothing tone as he inched forward. "Now come, the bath is ready for you."

"No," Riki whimpered.

"Yes," Iason insisted, reaching out his elegant hand. "Come now."

Riki flinched, for some reason wanting to accept the hand that was before him as the soothing words seemed to hypnotize him. He stared at the gloved hand reaching out to him and slowly moved his own to it.

"Good boy," Iason praised in a tranquilizing whisper, softly curling his gloved fingers around the tanned ones and securing them. "Now come along, pet." He took a step back, observing as Riki faltered in hesitation, but then followed. "Yes, just like that. Good boy."

Riki padded behind him, allowing the Blondie to lead him to the bathroom. He glanced over to try and find Daryl, remembering his punishment but couldn't find the young boy hiding in the shadows.

"Here we are," Iason announced gently, pulling him into the bathroom. "In you go." He gave Riki a soft push to the tub, watching as the boy paused. "What is it?"

Riki looked back at his tormentor, getting lost in the beautiful blue eyes and flawless facial features of a sculpted god. "C...can you come in too?"

Iason blinked, surprised by the invitation, but nodded. "Very well, if it will get you to be obedient." He started to strip off his clothing, letting it gracefully slide off his body. "Get in first."

Riki stepped into the tub, trying to hide his arousal as he eyed up the Blondie's sculpted body with awe. He had seen bits of Iason's nude body, but now it was right in front of him, nothing hidden.

The Blondie stepped forward, then into the water and positioned himself down next to the mongrel in the huge sunken tub. "Come," he whispered, opening his arms.

Riki slipped into the Blondie's waiting grasp, his eyes wandering the now dripping and glistening body. He squirmed a bit as his erection grew, averting his gaze.

Sensing his predicament, Iason chuckled softly. "There is no need to hide your arousal," he whispered, running his hands along the tanned sides. "What has got you hot and bothered, my Riki?"

"N...nothing," he lied, shivering at the Blondie's touch.

"Lying, are we?" Iason moved the mongrel to a better position and gave a playful spank to the backside. "Naughty pet."

Riki yelped. "Ow! Hey...!"

"Tell me why you're aroused, pet," Iason instructed. "I want to hear you say it."

"No!" Riki refused, struggling in the hold. "Just leave it alone!"

"Absolutely not!" Iason landed another spank to the vulnerable bottom. "Tell me, pet. Disobedience will not be tolerate anymore."

Riki ground his teeth. "You!"

"Me? Me what?" Iason smiled, knowing full well.

Riki groaned, squirming. "You...you look really sexy when...when you're wet!"

Iason's heart fluttered at the submitting of his pet and the compliment. "Well then," he grinned. "We'd better use it to our advantage."

"What?" Riki started, but then was abruptly set down in the tub between Iason's legs. "What are you doing?" He struggled as the Blondie grasped onto his thighs and slid them around his body, locking him into place so he was staring at Iason's chest and lower body.

"Masturbate," Iason instructed, giving a playful spank to the tanned thighs.

"What? No!" Riki frowned.

"No, pet?" Iason challenged, his voice daring him to disobey and promising punishment.

Riki gulped, grasping onto his erection and giving it a pump. "Hnn..." he moaned, then stopped. "I...I can't..."

"Why not?"

"E...embarrassing..." Riki sputtered, averting his gaze and thinking of non arousing things to will away his erection.

Iason scowled at having to once again tell his pet the simple truth. "Being aroused is not embarrassing, pet. It is a bodily response." He reached out and grasped onto Riki's chin. "A pet has no need for shame or embarrassment."

Riki refused to meet his gaze. "I'm not a pet..."

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are."

Riki bit back a retort, knowing it would get him nowhere.

"Why is obedience so difficult for you?" Iason questioned, sighing. When he gained no response, he adjusted his position, allowing more of his own growing erection to stick out of the water to show his pet. "There. Now you are not alone, therefore you cannot feel shame. Now masturbate."

Riki's eyes widened at the Blondie's arousal, a pulse of heat flaring up inside him at how big it was. He reached out and began stroking himself, his eyes roaming the masterpiece in front of him, gaining a burst of pleasure as it if were gasoline being added to a fire.

"Good boy," Iason purred, feeling his own arousal build at the sight of his pet performing and reached down to touch his own arousal. "You are beautiful, pet."

After several moments Riki threw his head back, ejaculating onto his Master's body and his own stomach while emitting a moaning cry. If Iason hadn't swiftly wrapped his arms around him, he would have fallen backwards into the water while trembling in the aftermath of climax.

Iason pulled him up so their bodies were flush. "That was very well done, pet. You did well." He kissed the tanned cheek, then smiled. "Let's get you cool before you faint."

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Riki snuggled deeper into the blonde's nape, extremely tired and relaxed, which was surprisingly blissful considering his circumstances. He lazily skimmed over the page that his Master was reading, but lost interest quickly as it was all business talk. He grasped onto a strand of perfect blonde hair, rubbing it between his fingertips and savoring the feeling of the silky strand.

Iason glanced over, noticing his pet leisurely play with his hair and smiled softly. He gave a loving caress to his sleepy mongrel's face, his heart fluttering as Riki leaned into the touch. "Are you tired, pet?"

"Mmmnnn..." Riki mumbled, shifting his position and snuggling into Iason's chest before sighing sleepily while still holding onto the strand.

A soft chuckle reverberated from within the blonde's chest as he set his literature aside and watched Riki nod off. It was somewhat intriguing, as well as extremely gratifying to see the rebellious mongrel so relaxed. When Riki's fingertips started to twitch and he began to murmur in his sleep due to dreams, Iason scooped him up and took him to the Master bedroom. It was the first night that Riki had slept in his bed with him.

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A/N: Hello, readers! I would like to thank you for your favorites, follows and reviews! To be honest, I was rather apprehensive to write a story about what I believed what the three years would have looked like with my own twist. And I am very unsure if it looked anything like what I am writing, as I believe Iason was most likely not as soft as I am making him. I know he started out harsh, but I believe that was how he would have had to have been to strike fear into Riki, before showing his loving side more frequently. Please, let me know if I should improve or maybe keep him this way. Cheers.

~IndigoNightSkies~