"Kneel over there." Iason ordered once Riki entered the dark vast room. Sitting on his chair – the only furniture in sight, well, a pole did not count as a furniture – Iason elegantly pointed at a spot between the pole and the chair.

Riki obeyed lifelessly meekly. His body marked with blues and blacks as well as occasionally reds.

"You can sit on your heels if you want," Iason offered, and Riki embraced his suggestion. "Good," Iason sounded sated – but of course he was! Riki had finally learned his lesson and listen to every command Iason gave. "Part your knees."

And again Riki obeyed. "Wider," Iason's cold voice was now menacing. "Wider," He repeated until Riki parted his knees wide enough for Iason to see his lower part of body in full details. "Perfect."

On his cue, Riki dropped his head and stared at the dark cold ground his knees were making contact with. His inert eyes on the ground stared back at him.

"Daryl." Iason summoned, and Daryl entered the room at once. Need not further order, Daryl trotted towards Riki and chained him to the pole. He then made a very quiet exit.

"I believe that you had learnt your lesson from yesterday," Iason purred. "And that now you can fully understand my orders and willfully do what I wanted." He then paused, waited for Riki's answer.

"Yes." Riki breathed impassively.

"Good," Iason continued – noticed Riki's unusualness but did not take any further action. "Now, touch yourself."

Immobile Riki stirred. He gasped softly and stared at Iason, his eyes smoldering. "You're joking."

Iason arched one of his eyebrows, and said: "I do not joke, PET. Now, don't make me say the same thing twice," his tone admonishing. "Or do you want me to summon Daryl?"

Riki's eyes widen in fear. "No!" he whispered. "I-I can…" he could not finish his sentence. He dreaded to let Daryl serves him – as Iason would put it. Slowly, his hands moved southwards and reached his length.

Iason leaned backwards, his body relaxed. He was expecting a fight from Riki. Yet, there he was, all quietly and obediently stroking his own length. Frankly, with his beautiful slightly tanned body, it was quite a sight to enjoy.

It took Iason another three months to train Riki to moan instead of yelling when he was having pleasure. After that, when Riki was used to everything, Riki was able to do everything according to Iason's wish.

He moved when required; he still when demanded.

But Riki's training did not end by then. It was almost half a year later when Iason finally touched Riki.

Author's note:

Yeah! My exam is going to end this Thursday 3

Dear Sun, thank you for your loving heart o/o My arm - it's actually nothing more than one inch cut from the doctor. Thank you for loving my story too –shy smiles-