Riki arched his body inwards, yet still unable to avoid the impetuous young pets' inexperience touch. 'These brats!'
He tried to free his hands from the metal cuffs to push the immature – both physically and mentally – boys away but failed. 'What was I thinking? To let Cal cuff me!'
He hated himself so much for being submissive to Iason, even for a short while; and also for feeling aroused by the inexpert harassing hands.
'Iason Mink…' Riki thought, and suddenly enraged. 'He is the one who trapped me in this situation!' He shot Iason a look that surprised the other Blondies.
He was wildly furious at Iason; his deep, usually smouldering eyes now flamed with fiery anger.
However, a few moments later, Riki lost himself in the middle of the heat of craving lust. He could no longer think straight. His body coloured with strong desire for Iason – to kill and to make love to.
While for Iason, Riki's killing stare was intensely seductive to him, reminding him their first real sex after Riki unwillingly became his Pet. It was almost four months after Iason tricked Riki into becoming his Pet.
In his first month, Iason forbade him wearing anything below his waist line. Its purpose was to strip off Riki's mongrel pride – to remove his shame of being naked in front of people.
That was because most of the sexual intercourses the Pets and the other Pets, as known as their partner, shared normally would be shown in public.
Riki, special as he was, was after all, a normal pet too. As an elite's Pet, he ought to be displayed in front of the public, with his partner, appointed by their masters.
But just before that, Riki needed some lessons. To teach him everything a qualified Pet would learn from the Academy – everything derived from a simple concept – 'promiscuous is a virtue'.
Only Riki's obscene groans and strange liquid gurgling sound were heard in the vast room.
"Ng-ngh…" Riki arched his body backwards. "S-st…" His hands tried hard to free themselves from Iason's iron firm grip to push Daryl away, but failed.
Riki was sitting at the edge of the bed while Iason was holding him from behind. Daryl was on his knee; his head between Riki's thighs, moving up and down along the shape of Riki's erection.
With a sweet agony yell, Riki pulled his head backwards and reached Iason's broad shoulder. 'I will definitely kill Iason AND Daryl when I could get my hands on their necks!'
"I want no shame," Iason took the advantage and whispered into Riki's ear, using his hypnotic voice. "You're such a fast leaner. Look," he continued to humiliate him. "You are already so wet-"
"Shut th-the hell u-up!" Riki stammered, determined to break Iason's sentence off as Daryl sped up. His mouth opened as he groaned louder. His legs stiffening, yet he still refused to listen to his body.
Recognized the familiar reaction from Riki – this 'training session' was done a few times, Iason chuckled. "Riki, Riki," He murmured, his voice bewitching. "Let go."
And Riki fell apart in Iason's mesmerizing voice, his body convulsing and shattered into pieces.