Riki fought back reflexively when someone seized him from his back – no, not just someone – it was two muscular man who were so strong until Riki, no matter the famous Riki the Dark or the awesome Riki the Bison leader, could not fight them off.
Iason let him struggled in vain for a while before standing up and walked towards Riki. Riki tensed as Iaosn walked near him – as always. Iason nodded to those men, giving them unspoken order. The men released Riki immediately and walked aside.
He took another step nearer to Riki while the latter scowled at him angrily and fearfully – people always are afraid of unknown. "What do you want from me?" Riki's voice cracked, his words breaking in strange places.
Iason did not answer. He suavely extended his hand behind Riki's head as if he was yearning to hug him but grabbing a handful of his silky-black hair instead and tugged it backwards with sudden force that Riki had to look at Iason's eyes.
"What do I want? What do I want, you asked?" Iason repeated indifferently in his icy cold tone.
"I want your absolute submission. I want you to obey my every command," he whispered softly into Riki's ear. "I want to make you beg me."
Riki trembled. Iason's words helped him to recall perfectly well – and reminded him – the incident before they started heading here.
Iason approached Riki, again, from behind; this time with a chinking chain in his hand. Riki was adjusting his collar grumpily, unaware of Iason's advance on him.
Iason yanked Riki's head backwards abruptly – he had always liked how white his gloves seemed when they were in Riki's black hair. Riki yelled in agony, and stopped when he saw an inverted image of Iason.
"Good boy," Iason nodded in agreement. "I want you to be as good as now in the party later. No misbehaviour, no rejection, and no opposition," he warned. "I will punish you if you disobey me."
To make sure that Riki would not ignore his words – which was often – Iason had to intimidate him.
"Mark my words, Riki; if I have to discipline you, you will definitely regret for not taking my words. I will cuff you to your bed – yes that one with a D-ring overhead – and fuck you hard until you won't be able to lay straight on the bed for one whole week."
Iason was always more than happy to do that, and he did once but Riki stopped talking to him for the following month. "I will not stop, not even you beg me to. Did I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Riki breathed.
Iason tugged Riki's head backwards somemore, exposing the D-ring collar on his neck. He clicked the chain to the D-ring and pulled it to make sure it was secured.
"Brilliant." He nodded, again, in agreement, sufficed by his pet's subjection.
Riki heard something heavy moving behind him. He turned around and found out his bed - if not his then some other bed with D-ring for handcuffs overhead – was on the stage now.
"I'm sorry, Iason," Riki whimpered, terrified by the sight of the bed. "I will be good."
'He is not going to do it right here in front of everyone, is he?'
"Too late." There was a note of menace in his cold voice, and then he pushed Riki towards the awaiting men.