"Get off me!" Riki growled, pushing against the blonde who seemed to have the strength of an ox on steroids. Holy shit! This guy didn't even look that tough!

"You owe me for saving you, again," Iason purred calmly in a soft tone, yanking Riki's clothes off. "And you have no money except what I've given you..." He gazed into the dark eyes. "Aren't you the one that said it was cleaner this way?"

Riki held back a moan as his body shivered to the touches. "Y...you didn't even fuck me last time!" he protested, trying to worm his way out of the hold. "Let...let me give you a blowjob or something!"

"That must be a very well done blowjob if it can repay me with that alone," Iason mused.

"Well you won't fuck me!"

Iason smiled softly. "I assure you, that will not be the case for much longer," he answered.

Riki blinked in confusion as Iason grabbed onto his arm, then inserted a needle into it. "What!" he screeched, but by then it was too late. He grabbed onto Iason's shirt furiously. "What did you put into me?"

"Nothing you need to fret about," Iason answered unconcernedly, pushing Riki hard into the bed. "You'll understand later." He dipped his head down, lapping at one of Riki's nipples while massaging his clothed member.

"Ah...damn you...!" Riki growled, ready to launch into Iason but suddenly felt himself lose all energy. "W...what...?"

Iason smirked at the dazed Riki. "You'll be helpless for awhile, and then you'll go to sleep," he explained. "I've heard that before you go to sleep you'll be very sensitive. But I wonder how sensitive an abnormally already sensitive person will react?"

"You bastard...ahh..!" Riki gasped, the feeling of Iason's hand surrounding his heavy sacs sending his mind into a shock of white. "Ohhh...fuck..."

"You're very sensitive with it, I see," the man commented, trailing his fingers up Riki's erection that was freed from his pants. "So wet...what a lewd boy you are."

Riki moaned, his anger subsiding into a haze of pleasure. "N...no..." he pleaded softly, his body jolting as Iason slipped a finger to his hole. "Hmmmnnn!"

"I can see you've had plenty of experience here," he mused, pushing his finger deep into the slick hole that twitched erotically around his digit.

A breathy moan escaped Riki's lips, his body quivering and his hips thrusting down onto Iason's finger. It had been awhile since he was fucked - he was really feeling this! "Huuu...Mnn!" he gasped, Iason's finger stroking his sensitive spot inside with vigor while pumping his cock. "A..ahhh!"

Iason smirked as an arch of semen flew through the air, amused that the sensitive youth climaxed so quickly yet again, then glanced at the limp mongrel and stroked his cheek. "Sleep well, Riki..."

—

Riki opened his eyes partially and released a quiet moan, an incredibly soft surface beneath his body. He felt excessively sluggish as he attempted to pry his eyes open again. Riki clawed at the sheets beneath him, his fingertips twitching as they met a silk like fabric, not the rough cotton material of jail. His eyes snapped open, darting around the room and sending his brain a message of disbelief.

Red walls, white trimming, marble floor, soft rugs, mahogany wood bed frames with a red and gold embroidered canopy, a grand fire place with carved marble fixtures, plush mahogany chairs with white and rose colored upholstery.

"Where the fuck am I?" Riki croaked, his voice incredibly hoarse for some reason. He flinched as he tried to sit up, his body sore beyond belief. "Hello!" His voice echoed throughout the room, and only then did Riki realize that it was far bigger than he had first thought it was. "Anyone!"

There was a soft tapping on the door and a sandy blonde haired youth stepped inside. His grey eyes met Riki's dark ones before he bowed. "Good evening," he softly greeted.

Riki's eyes shot over to the right side of the room which was all windows and only then did he realize that he could see a panoramic view of the city lights below. The room had false natural light from fixtures lining the ceiling. "Hey, kid, where the hell am I?" he called out to the boy who was heading in the direction furthest from him.

The young man ignored him, opening a door and revealing a massive closet. He pulled out some towels and then entered a room which Riki couldn't get much of a glimpse of. Riki assumed it was the bathroom, as the boy came back empty handed and then grabbed a bucket of cleaning supplies and closed the door behind him.

Seeing his chance, Riki lurched forward and hopped off the bed, only to meet the floor with a loud thud. "Aghh!" he groaned, wondering what the hell happened and released his left leg and foot was aching something fierce. "N...no way..." There upon his leg, just above his left ankle was a manacle. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" He tugged and tugged, until the metal began to cut into his flesh. "Fuck!"

"There's no use in resisting," the youth calmly informed him, exiting the room he was just in and returning to the closet. He set the supplies back into their place and then picked up another item and slowly approached Riki.

"Where the fuck am I?" Riki yelled, dragging himself back up onto the bed.

"You're in the Mink mansion and you are currently in lockdown," the boy answered, grasping onto Riki's leg. He slapped on a soft material manacle before Riki could protest and the slipped the chain from the one to the other.

"Lockdown...? Hey!" Riki growled, kicking out and then staring in disbelief as when the youth fell backward somehow the soft manacle was on and attached to the chain and the old one was in the boy's hands. He yanked on the chain fiercely, watching as the end connected to the manacle illuminated blue. "What the fuck?"

"It's LunarPrism+ technology," the youth mumbled. "Don't bother trying to get out of it." He turned and took the manacle with him and left the room.

"HEY!" Riki bellowed, trying again to get out of the chain, but received a shock when he tugged. "Ow! Son of a bitch!" He angrily slammed his fit into the bed and crossed his arms, extremely pissed off while his foot tingled in pain. What the fuck was going on?

—

Riki ground his teeth, yanking furiously on the manacle and wincing as he kept getting shocked. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, but he persisted. In an angry tantrum he ripped all of the sheets from the bed and threw all of the pillows to the floor, he even smashed a lamp that was on the bedside table. "God dammit, god dammit! GOD DAMMIT!" He gave up, flying back against the mattress as his sides heaved and he panted in exhaustion.

"You certainly lack patience," a familiar voice comment.

Riki's eyes flew to the door where no one other than Iason stood, leaning against the wall closest to the door. When the fuck had he come in? Why the fuck was he here? "You...!"

Iason chuckled, pushing off the wall and slowly approaching Riki like a panther stalking his trapped prey. "You've been very naughty while I was out, I see," he observed.

"You...fucker!" Riki hissed, gnashing his teeth. "I fucking hate you! You can't just drug and kidnap me!"

"Actually, I can and I did," Iason answered, unconcernedly. "You still have no rights as a non-citizen, meaning I can do as I please."

"You bastard!"

Iason slid his hand under Riki's chin in a possessive grip. "You think you hate me, don't you?" he whispered, his voice chillingly calm.

"I don't think I hate you," Riki spat. "I do hate you!"

Iason just smiled. "You don't," he assured pushing Riki into the bed and pinning him down. "You're just upset at the moment. But now that we have our own lockdown for just the two of us permanently, I'll have all the time in the world to show you just how wrong you are." He whispered into Riki's ear, his hot breath nearly making the mongrel shiver. "You won't hate me for much longer..."

—

To Be Continued