Chapter Ten
A Master's Strength
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Iason gently ran his thumb over the tanned arm in an affectionate touch. "Is your headache gone, love?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Riki grumbled, hating how he was actually enjoying the soothing touch. "I dunno why they keep happening."
"It's probably a side effect of your recovery," Iason assured. "As long as we have the medication during the healing process, I'm sure they will disperse."
"I don't like them."
"I imagine they are not pleasant for the taste buds," Iason noted. "But we will continue to take them until the prescription date is finished, then I believe we can ween you off completely."
Riki sighed. "Am I really going to fuck with Nori?"
Iason smiled at the vulgar vocabulary. "Yes, I am going to have the both of you copulate. Jupiter commands it."
"That old bitchy microwave always has to have it her way," he grumbled, shaking his head.
"Hush," Iason immediately sounded, placing his fingers upon the vulgar lips. "You mustn't insult Jupiter. She is the controller of Amoï and as long as you're on it, you must show her respect." He cringed, hoping that she wasn't listening in on him somehow. Perhaps, once she was done her monitoring period with the mating, he would have the floor searched for audio and video feeds.
"Whatever," Riki spat. "I don't care about her."
"You should."
"Why?"
"Your fate is ultimately in her control," he explained. "I can only keep you here as long as she permits it. And Riki." He gave him a hard look. "Make no mistake, she will not liberate you to Ceres. She will send you to a brothel and you will have you treated like an old pet."
Riki shivered at that fate. He didn't want to be sent to a horrible Midas brothel. The horror stories of people losing limbs and being carried through the death halls dripping in blood was too scary. "You could set me free," he grumbled.
Iason gave him another gentle squeeze. "But why, would I ever do that?" he whispered, then leaned in and kissed the mongrel's forehead. "Get some rest."
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"Z-107M was hospitalized, explain," Jupiter demanded.
Iason sighed internally, irked that he had to have Riki transported to the Tanagura Hospital when his body started to show signs of failure despite treatment, and now have Jupiter question him. "There was a situation while I was away," he answered. "My pet somehow got hold of medicine and nearly overdosed."
Jupiter paused. "And you continue to keep it?" she questioned, not letting Iason answer. "Iason, you have two pets now. Get rid of Z-107M and keep the new one."
"I cannot do that, Jupiter," Iason denied.
"You can, you just choose not to," she corrected sharply.
"Please Jupiter, can you dismiss this incident and continue to overlook my small indiscretion?" he pleaded, his voice low with seduction.
—
"I want you to preform," Iason commanded, crossing his legs. "I expect you to fornicate with Nori in a week now that you're recovered. Perhaps I should bring him in and both of you preform?"
"I'm not feeling well," Riki asserted in a grumble, even though it had been a week since he was brought back home and was taking medication for his headaches. He actually felt fine, but just didn't want to preform for Iason—again. He had gotten lucky and hadn't had Iason ask anything of him since arriving back. "Get him to, I'm sure he would gladly obey you."
"I want you to preform, Riki," Iason corrected. "I need to know if you can still function properly with the medication."
"Does this mean you'll let me top Nori?" Riki inquired.
Iason paused, abandoning the idea of bringing the other pet in if Riki was going to obey. "Yes, now sit there and spread your legs," he commanded, motioning for the floor space in front of him.
Riki sighed exaggeratedly. "I don't want to," he repeated. Immediately, the Blondie was on his feet and approaching rapidly. Riki flinched, stepping away, but was grabbed by the leash and brought down to the floor. "Ow! Bastard, I'm still injured!"
"You have not been complaining about pain or anything of that nature for a week, Riki," Iason reminded.
"I'm hurting now!" Riki protested, sitting up angrily, even though Iason hadn't thrown him hard to the floor.
"Are you lying to me, pet?" Iason questioned, grasping into the tanned chin. "Lying will result in punishment. Shall I bring out the paddle?"
Riki scowled. "Whatever."
"Oh? You're permitting me to punish you?" Iason mused, strolling to the dresser and pulled out a paddle. "Would you like to rethink that invitation? I have yet to punish you for your death attempt."
Riki paled. "You're going to punish me for that?" he squeaked. "I...I—didn't..."
"You can either preform or be paddled," the Blondie decided, settling down. "Your choice, pet."
A pain throbbed in the mongrel's skull, but he rolled onto his knees. He grabbed onto his penis and closed his eyes, falling into a rhythmic pumping motion to bring himself erect. "Hmm..." he murmured, biting his lower lip.
Iason observed the scene, feeling himself growing within his slacks. Riki always seemed to emit something that aroused him quickly, every time the pet preformed he had the carnal urge to take him. He would have, but Jupiter was watching him like a hawk as of lately. If he preformed the social taboo, she would definitely exterminate the precious mongrel. "More," he softly demanded.
Riki grunted, leaning forward more and stroking himself with precision. "Ohhh," he moaned brokenly, bucking his hips.
The Blondie undid his belt, then opened his pants. His erection sprung out, but he kept the true length concealed. "Stroke yourself faster," he huskily ordered, ripping his glove off with his teeth.
"Ah, nnnhnn!" Riki gasped, looking up and losing his panting breaths as he saw the lust in the Blondie's eyes. "Pervert."
Iason's lips curled into a smirk, and he continued to pump himself with experienced strokes in time with his mongrel. "Pet, you're...beautiful." He just wanted to get up and flip the mongrel over and thrust into him! He looked so beautifully sensual while masturbating!
Riki threw his head back as his breath caught, his body breaking into a series of spasms. His essence spilled from him in broken arches before splattering on the floor. "A...ahhhh!"
For the first time ever, Iason found himself climaxing early. No sound left his lips, but his body broke into a shudder that sent pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. When he opened his eyes, he gazed down upon his panting mongrel, nothing but affection for him in his heart. He could never part from him.
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Riki jolted upward and cried out, his breathing rapid from the nightmare. He clutched onto his chest, breaking out into a coughing fit as he gasped for air. "Ca...—can't!" He rolled over, unintentionally falling out of the bed with a thud.
Iason, who had been lounging in his chair and brooding about the upcoming mating, hurried into the room after hearing the loud sound. "Breathe, pet! Breathe!" he commanded, patting the tanned back with a soothing touch that aided in the process of regaining air flow. "Calm down, you're safe, you're fine."
"S...sorry," Riki choked, trying to calm himself and realize he wasn't choking on pills. He accepted a glass of water the blonde produced from the bedside table, sipping tentatively.
"Did you have a nightmare?" the blonde asked softly.
Feeling embarrassed, Riki averted his gaze, still sipping the glass of water.
Iason, sensing the mongrel's embarrassment, sat down on the bed and reached out to stroke the tanned cheek. "There is nothing wrong with being afraid from a dream, pet," he assured, sliding his hand into the dark locks. "But you must remember that it is merely a dream."
Riki instinctively flinched as Iason touched him, but then felt ashamed he'd done so.
"Are you afraid of me, pet?" Iason inquired softly, gently gliding his thumb across the beautiful face.
"Hell no," Riki spat, looking to the Blondie with a renewed flare of rebellion in his dark eyes.
"Good," Iason nodded. "I am pleased you are not afraid of me. That would be a disappointment." Riki watched in silence as the Blondie rose and walked toward the room. "Sleep well, pet."
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Nori slipped out from the shadows as Iason left for work. "Hey, Riki," he called.
Riki's eyes flashed with fear, which turned to hate. "What do you want?"
"I just want to talk," he answered, catching Riki's gaze and holding it. "I just want to talk."
"Stay away from me!"
"I just want to talk, Riki," Nori repeated, his voice smooth and seductive.
Riki felt himself losing control of his body, his mind disconnecting. He took a step back, but was then paralyzed.
"Yesss," Nori smiled, sliding his hand up to caress the mongrel's face in his hands. "Don't run, baby. I just want to have a little chat with you."
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Riki slumped in the chair, having again barely touched his food. He simply pushed the Amoïan pheasant slices around on his plate, sliding it into his mashed potatoes and swirling the corn into the mixture.
"Pet," Iason admonished. "You need to eat more. Daryl has told me you've barely eaten this week."
"Not hungry," the mongrel sighed, pushing his plate away.
"Come now, pet," the Blondie persisted, sipping his wine. "If you even more, you may have dessert as reward. Daryl made a double chocolate cake, you enjoy that, do you not?"
Riki shook his head. "I don't want any."
Iason was immediately alarmed. "You don't want chocolate cake, pet? It was to my understanding that it is your favorite dessert."
"It is," Riki answered, almost lifelessly. "I just don't want any." He rose from the table, heading to his room.
The Blondie narrowed his eyes, concerned greatly by the lack of personality and life from the mongrel. Not long ago he had been enticed to bed the pet, but now it seemed as if Riki were almost dead on his feet and the desire had faded. He rose, following after the mongrel, leaving Nori at the table.
Nori sniggered, enjoying the show of the Master running after the delinquent. But just as quickly, the laughter changed to a scowl.
Daryl watched from a distance, frowning at Nori's reaction. He glanced to the door when it hummed open and revealed a redhead. "Katze! What brings you here?"
Katze approached the fellow eunuch, staring that the new household addition all the way. "Iason asked me to bring him a few documents," he answered, holding up a storage device. "You," he called to the pet. "You're an Arcathia?"
Nori paled. "I...I am," he sputtered.
Katze frowned. "You seem different from the ones I've seen previously," he noted, stepping forward after setting the device down.
"I was modified partially to fit the standards of Amoïan pet guidelines," Nori admitted, glancing away.
"Hmm," the redhead sounded, turning away from him and back to Daryl. "Tell Iason I was here."
Daryl nodded, watching him go and then looked again to Nori who was staring daggers into Katze's back.
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"Why are you refusing to eat?" Iason questioned, entering the room to find Riki laying down. "If you believe it will free you of having to fornicate with Nori tomorrow and onward, it will not."
"I don't wanna fuck him."
"So you are upset about having to mate with him?" Iason clarified. "Even though you're mounting him?"
Riki remained silent, yawning as he lacked energy to do anything other than sleep. But when he slept he was bombarded with nightmares.
Iason sighed, settling down on the edge of the bed. "I am not thrilled at having to have you mated either, pet," he revealed. "I'd rather no one touch you but me. But it is an order directly from Jupiter, therefore I cannot refuse."
"Whatever," Riki murmured. "I hate him. I hate this place. I hate..."
"Me?" Iason guessed.
Riki again silenced, knowing he was stepping on the Blondie's toes by uttering the words that just left his lips.
"I do not wish to see you this way, pet," the Blondie sighed. "I would prefer you to be obedient, yes, but not lifeless."
"I'm not free," Riki whispered. "So I'd rather be dead."
Iason found Riki talking about death very frightening. That in itself was concerning, as pets were only temporary. But Iason couldn't see himself ever getting rid of Riki. He gathered his thoughts, then spoke. "I suggest you eat something more before tomorrow's mating session. I cannot have you faint or quit before the quota has been completed."
With that, the Blondie rose and left the mongrel. He went back to his chair and retrieved his wine.
"Master?" Daryl called, appearing from the kitchen. "Katze was here briefly and dropped this off for you."
Iason grasped onto the device, nodding in thanks, then started for his chair.
Daryl bit his lips, wanting so badly to relay the conversation between Katze and Nori, but knew it was not his place to speak.
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"Iason Mink, as stated in the Pet Codes and Regulations in section ML-4567, your pet Z-107M is to be mated with a pet of your choice. Is the pairing ready to proceed?"
"Yes," Iason answered softly.
"Audio and video feed are mandatory to prove that the pairing is authentic. Are the video and audio functioning properly?"
"Yes."
The small floating device blinked blue. "You may proceed to bring the pets forward," it announced, then hovered to a perch as it waited for the next task.
Iason settled down in a chair to watch the event. Daryl entered the room with Riki and Nori on leashes. He led Riki to the device which floater upwards, scanning his retina and then beeped.
"Z-107M verified," it announced.
Daryl led Riki to the bed, settling him down upon it. Then he guided Nori to the device and had him scanned and verified as well.
"The pairing may proceed," the device announced, hovering to a resting spot.
Iason crossed his long legs. "Riki, you may proceed to mount Nori."
Nori smirked, wrapping his arms around Riki in a romantic fashion. "Come on, Riki," he beckoned, rubbing himself against him. "Come on."
Riki numbly pushed the smaller male into the bed. He towered over him, his hands sliding instinctively to the perfect hips.
"Yesss," Nori whispered low, riveting his eyes with Riki's line of view. "Just like that. I'm ready for you."
Iason frowned, watching the mating from his chair. He was aroused by his beautiful mongrel mounting the gorgeous pet, but at the same time he was envious of the situation. He didn't want Nori to touch what was his. He was about to rise and stop the mating, when Nori cried out as Riki penetrated him. It was a pure scream of agony. Iason watched in shock as Riki pounded mercilessly into the smaller pet, while gripping onto his neck to strangle him.
"You...—can't control me...!" Riki growled in a frantic voice, through gnashed teeth. "I'll kill you!I'll kill—you!"
"Riki!" Iason bellowed, immediately rushing over to mongrel who he feared was having a psychotic break. He grabbed onto him, attempting to pry him off of Nori who was wide eyed with fear. "Let go of him, pet!"
With a final yank, he freed Nori from Riki's death grip, leaving him to cough excessively as he choked on the fresh air. Suddenly, Riki turned on Iason, landing his teeth into the Blondie's shoulder while thrashing wildly in his hold. Iason fought back, landing a hard hit to the mongrel's face and sending him crashing to the floor with a hard force. Riki screamed as he was thrown, but then silenced as his head hit the floor upon landing.
Iason winced as he touched his shoulder, appalled to see that Riki had not only bit through his white tunic outfit, but also his body suit, and into his flesh to draw blood. "What is the matter with you?" he angrily reprimanded, striding forward and yanking the mongrel up by his collar. "How dare—" He froze as he looked into the dark eyes, noting that they were not just uneven, but indented into more of an thinner shape. "What is happening to you, love?" Then he gasped as he watched a trail of blood drip down from Riki's mouth, terror filling him as he realized he had used all of his strength when he had thrown Riki. "Oh love, what have I done?" He gently held the now subdued mongrel in his shaky hands, stroking his face in a panic and shot a glance to the doors. "Daryl, get the medical team!"