"What are you doing?" Riki demanded, grabbing onto Iason's hand which was surrounding his penis. "Let go of me!"

Iason wrapped his other arm around Riki's upper body, both stilling him and giving a small grope to the tanned chest. "Don't thrash around, you'll hurt yourself," he warned, lightly stroking the protesting boy's limp member. "Why are you so upset, it's not as if you can feel anything?" He gave a squeeze. "Or can you now?"

"No, I can't feel it!" Riki hissed, trying to pry the slender fingers off. "Let go, dammit! This is sexual assault!"

"I'm merely trying to examine your lower half for feeling," Iason purred in Riki's ear. "There is no assault here."

"You..." Riki was stunned as he felt a flash of heat jolt through his lower half and he shivered slightly. "You said this was punishment!"

"I'm killing two birds with one stone." Iason squeezed the boy's penis which was failing to harden. "Hmm, seems it's not responding as it should..." He slid down further, grasping onto the two balls, shifting them in his hand.

"Stop!" Riki protested, trying again to free himself to no avail. He could feel something, a dull sensation of heat that could barely pass off as arousal—and it frightened him somewhat. He was getting aroused from this attack! "Iason, please. Stop!"

"Oh very well." Iason withdrew his hand, but grabbed the washcloth and continued to scrub the body before him. "You honestly felt nothing?"

"It felt disgusting," Riki lied bitterly, trying to calm his heart. "Don't fucking touch me again."

"That's impossible."

"Why?"

"I still have to catch you when you fall," Iason listed. "Scrub your back and body, give you massages and comfort you when you have nightmares."

Riki gritted his teeth. "Don't touch me the way you just did, dammit!"

"As you wish," Iason agreed. "Now lift your arm for me to clean it."

Riki panted, slumping back into the chair in exhaustion. "How many was that?" he questioned, looking up to Iason tiredly.

"You almost made it to the end of the platform," Iason grinned. "You're a bit behind schedule, but you're managing nicely."

Riki nodded, leaning his head back in his chair. Since the day he had scolded Iason, the blonde hadn't made anymore moves on him. Riki was still horrified that he would've reacted if his manhood had been functioning properly. That was what made him so mad in the first place.

"I have a meeting," Iason revealed. "Meaning I will leave you in the hands of my servants while I am absent."

"What kind of meeting?" Riki inquired.

"I am going to be working at the new hospital after you've recovered," Iason answered. "So I have a bunch of paperwork and whatnot to do. You know, meeting all of the people and then having an area assigned to me. All the boring aspects of the job."

Riki nodded, sighing as he waited from Iason to release his brakes so he could wheel himself out the door with the blonde on his heels. He had fought hard to let Iason to let him have this much independence. "When are you coming back?"

"I won't be back until very late." Iason walked beside Riki, glancing down at him. "The servants will assist you in any way you need while I'm gone. Don't hesitate to ask anything of them."

"Got it," Riki agreed.

Riki finally relaxed, his body exhausted from the rehabilitation and still damp from the shower.

"Be good while I'm gone," Iason smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. "Don't fight with the servants."

"Yeah, yeah," Riki agreed, waving him off. "I'll see you when you get back." He grabbed onto the television remote, flicking it on and then proceeded to skim through the channels, debating what to watch until Iason returned.

About halfway through a movie he picked, Riki glanced up to see a servant enter. It was a young boy with sandy blonde hair, a fairly cute face even without an expression and somewhat interesting grey shade of eyes.

"Who are you?" Riki asked.

"I am Daryl," the boy introduced, shaking slightly by the intimidating gaze upon him. "I am Master Iason's servant and your personal caretaker."

Riki skimmed him over again and then nodded. "Can I get a drink?"

"Yes of course," Daryl answered softly. "What would you like?"

"Juice would be cool," Riki answered, glancing over from the screen to him.

"I will get it right away," Daryl answered, hurrying back the way he came to fetch the drink.

Riki turned his attention back to the movie, laughing a bit internally at how Daryl reminded him of a scared bunny in amidst of a wolf. Maybe...he could use that to his advantage sometime.

Daryl helped him down into the chair using the technique that Iason had taught him. "Are you certain you must be in the chair? I'm unsure as to how I will get you back up on the bed." He covered his lower half with a blanket.

"I need to move around a bit," Riki insisted. "Or I'll go crazy."

"I will accompany—"

"I wanna be alone," Riki denied.

"I cannot do that," Daryl insisted. "Master Iason instructed me to be present with you at all times."

Riki glared. "I want to be alone."

Daryl hesitated. "I'll contact him, and see if you have permission to do so."

"Permission?" Riki hissed. "I'm not a fucking child who cannot wander off."

"But—"

"He's my doctor, not my Master," Riki growled. "You're the servant, not me. Now move."

Daryl mustered up his bravery. "I must contact him to gain his approval. Please wait here." He turned, going to the far side of the room and pulling out a cellphone which he dialed Iason on.

Riki watched for a moment, then looked to the door. He slowly inched forward, glancing over at Daryl who suddenly started talking to the person on the other end and was immersed in the conversation. seeing his chance, he sped up and wheeled to the door.

"Wait, Master Riki!" Daryl cried, his eyes widening in terror as the boy closed the door behind him.

Riki turned the lock and backed the chair up, listening to the frantic sounds of the servant on the other side. He felt a bit bad for doing it, but hell he wanted to be alone just for awhile. "Sorry man, but I ain't a prisoner." He started towards the lift that would take him to the lower levels, and tapped the button for the bottom floor.

The cool evening air enveloped him, soothing him immensely as he slowly wheeled down the pathway. It had taken a bit of effort to get out, the house was a maze in itself and he passed several maids who he thought for sure were going to stop him. But now he was outside and free...and craving a cigarette so very badly.

"Shit," he hissed, wheeling out of the house's limits and down the sidewalk. He wheeled himself for what seemed like forever and looked around, debating what course of action he should take next to get himself a pack of cigarettes as he was lost. He could probably find some convenience store around, and maybe buy some. "Fucksake..."

He wheeled further down the sidewalk, then turned the corner, turning to look back as he saw a black car pull up to the sidewalk very quickly. He peeked around the corner, seeing Iason hurriedly get out.

"Shit!" he whispered, ducking out of sight and wheeling down the sidewalk as fast as he could and then turning into a partial alley. He strained his ears, hearing Iason call out for him as he ran down the sidewalk.

"Riki!"

He had no reason to really hide from Iason, but something warned him to stay put. He really did just want to get some fresh air, but it almost seemed as if Iason were keeping him captive. Perhaps it was just for his safety though?

"Riki!" Iason called, his voice getting nearer.

Riki cringed, praying that he wouldn't be found.

"Hey you," a voice from behind him purred. "What are you doing?" Riki turned around, spotting a young man who was wearing flashy clothes come out of a doorway from one of the buildings in the alley. "You...you look familiar."

"Riki!" Iason called, turning the corner and spotting him. "There you are!"

Seeing Iason, the boy turned and went back into the doorway he had come. "See ya around," he tossed.

Iason grasped onto the chair handles, huffing. "Why did you leave?"

"I wanted some air," Riki protested, then paused. "How the hell did you find me? I have no idea where I am, how did you find me?"

"There's a tracer in your chair," Iason answered bluntly. "Every chair has a tracer in it. In case patients with Alzheimer's or dementia manage to wheel away."

Riki glared at Iason. "What the fuck," he hissed. "You're fucking treating me like a prisoner!"

"You are not," Iason assured. "It is only for your safety."

"I don't need to be tracked like a dog who ran away," Riki protested. "I was just getting some air! I finally got out of the hospital and wanted to roam on my own! It's hard having my independence stripped!"

Iason paused, but nodded. "I understand, but Riki." He knelt down in front of him. "You do realize we are in the rougher part of the neighborhood, do you not? You could have been jumped by someone just for a thrill."

"How the hell would I know that?" Riki spat. "I don't live here. And so what? I can handle myself, I grew up in the Hood."

"Not with a damaged spine, you couldn't," Iason denied, rising and then guiding Riki's chair. "We are going back now."

"Wait!" Riki protested. "I wanted some cigarettes!"

Iason frowned. "What a horrible habit."

"Shut up," Riki growled. "I've done it since I was little, so I need it."

"All the more reason to quit," Iason advised, pushing him towards the vehicle that was coming closer.

"What the fuck?" Riki growled. "I can do as I please!"

"As your caretaker, I object."

"You...!" Riki snarled, fighting as Iason began to pick him up. "You can't control my life!"

"Hold still, or do you wish to be paralyzed and lose your independence forever?"

Riki stilled, grinding his teeth and crossing his arms as he pouted, but didn't fight anymore. He never said a word the entire ride home.

Iason adjusted Riki's pillows on the bed so he was comfortable, after he had cleaned him off and inserted the catheter for the night. The whole time, Riki had refused to speak. "Come now, don't be angry with me."

"I just wanted a damn cigarette and some fresh air!"

Iason sighed. "I will order you some cigarettes, but I am going to monitor your intake. I don't want you to get any sickness because of a nasty habit."

Riki blinked. "Really, you'll get me some?"

He nodded. "Just tell me the name tomorrow and I'll get you some. Would that please you?"

"Y...yeah."

"Good, now please sleep," Iason whispered, tucking the blankets around him. "We will be working hard tomorrow."

To Be Continued

A/N: Before you guys scream OCC Iason (if you are upset by the softer side), please relax. It's part of a plan. I have rethought the story a bit, and Iason is still going to be kinder. Because Riki & him need to have bonded and gotten close enough so when a certain something occurs, it will shake things up. Please, stay with me. ❤