Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Captivated ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I do not own Ai no Kusabi, these characters or anything affiliated with it.


Background:
This takes place early in Riki's "training." He is still very angry and is
being kept in chains separate from Iason's living space until judged to be
trustworthy enough to be in the house. For those who don't know the
story--a very general background: Amoi is an extremely socially
stratified place where "Blondies" are in charge of the highest offices in
society and "mongrels" are non-citizens occupying the slums. Pets and
Furniture serve Blondies, the first (pets) by performing sexually for their
entertainment, and the second (furniture) as house servants. Riki
(mongrel) offers Iason (Blondie) sex in return for saving his life in a
scuffle while he was attempting to break in to a car. Iason follows him to
a love hotel, they mildly fool around, and next thing you know Iason
wants Riki as a pet. There's not a damn thing Riki can do about it as a
non-citizen with no rights except resist the taming. This story details an
encounter between the two shortly after Iason "kidnaps" Riki.


~ Internal thoughts~
Riki awoke to his own moan. The ache in his limbs gave recall to his
surroundings before sight did and he registered the situation with new
despair. Fuck. He was still in here. He had hoped that the bastard was
satisfied after his last little mindfuck. Guess not. Shit. This sure as hell
wasn't Ceres. Too clean, too cold and empty. Fuck.

He sat up slowly, releasing another quieter moan as his body objected to
the movement with stiffness and pain. The single bright light in the
room gently swayed in the otherwise dark space. A plain cement floor

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did nothing but add to his discomfort and the bare walls left no hope for
escape.
The weight of the manacles on his wrists and ankles reminded him of his
last encounter with the Blondie, Iason.
After what must have been hours of agony and resistance on Riki's part,
the fucker had called Daryl--his house slave, to jerk him off. It was
singly the most humiliating experience in his life and, coming from a
slum rat, it spoke volumes.
What he couldn't figure out was Iason. The man had captivated him,
induced him to do things and take risks that he never would have done
otherwise. No seasoned street kid was dumb enough to invite parlance
with a Blondie, let alone lead one to seclusion and offer sex. What the
fuck was he thinking? Goddamned curiosity and -and beauty. It was
the beauty that had gotten to him. Never in his life had he seen a thing
so beautiful as this Blondie. Iason.
Riki started as a clicking sound came from the door. ~Shit! What the
fuck is he going to do to me now?~ He shivered slightly and bolstered
himself for the attack. ~There's no way in hell this fucker is going to
win this. I'm not his fucking pet, I don't care who he is and he can
fucking kill me before I become a goddamned slave.~ The door swung
open and Riki squinted to see in the uneven light. A tall imposing figure
with long hair blocked out the brightness beyond. Riki longed for the
brightness--freedom--before being brought back to reality. Iason
stepped inside and the door swung shut.
~Shit.shit.shit~ Riki struggled to keep his breathing under control as his
tormentor drew near. For awhile, he could only hear the slow steady
footfalls of expensive boots as Iason drew closer. Riki and the door
were separated by an expanse of darkness which nothing but Iason
currently occupied. Riki knelt, exposed in the only bright light of the
room. The chains prevented him from standing and his clothes had been
taken long ago.

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Iason kept his eyes on the figure in the center of the room. He took his
time, appreciating the musculature of the tanned body, the fine mouth
and the exotic eyes of the dark boy. It was clear when the door first
opened that Riki was apprehensive, and rightly so, but now that he'd had
time to collect himself the fight was back. A small smile graced Iason's
lips as he traversed the blackness towards his wary prey.
"Sleep well?"
Riki glared at him hotly. "Fuck you, asshole." Riki paused for a
moment and then with slightly less acid asked--"When do I get out of
here? What is it you want from me?"
"We've been over this. You offered me your body, I simply accepted."
"It was just for the fucking night. Not even! Don't tell me you didn't get
that."
Iason smiled gently. "Hm, perhaps you should be more clear with your
terms next time. You'd never make it in Amoian politics like that." The
statement had the intended effect; the fire burning in the boy's eyes was
fully stoked and blazing.
"Fuck Amoian politics! Just let me go home you bastard!"
Iason chuckled. "It would do you good to learn some politics, pet.
Perhaps then you would realize it doesn't matter what you think--as a
mongrel. Law dictates that you are nothing and I can do with you what I
like without suffering any punitive side effects."
Riki: ~punitive?~

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Riki furrowed his brow and looked at the floor. Then, in a softer
whisper--"Please Iason, I'll do anything you want if you please just let
me go."
Iason was mildly repentant upon hearing Riki's submissive plea, but it
didn't last long. . .
"Besides if you think I'll be your pet, you're fucking crazy! There's no
way in HELL I'll serve you. I'd fucking DIE first!"
Riki could tell immediately that he'd said too much. ~ Shit. Should have
stopped at the plea.~ Iason went from having his "mild- curious look" to
"dark-feral predator" in the space of a few seconds, though to an outsider
he still looked largely unmoved either way. He wouldn't be easily giving
up on this one. Nope, Iason had a new project to work on, and Riki had
no clue what he was up against.
Riki: ~Shit. Me and my stupid loud mouth again. Fuck.~
Iason reached down and tilted Riki's face up. Riki tryed to maintain a
pitiful pleading look but his anger rose at the arrogant expression on the
Blondie's face. He tore his chin away and vehemently spat out "What
are you smirking at? You fucking Blondies, don't have enough? Why
don't you just take more of what isn't yours? You fucking bastard. I will
NOT bend to someone who is no better than me. You've been handed
everything in life--and just happened to be born in the right
circumstances. Me, I've had to fight for everything! How does that
bullshit make you think you can do this to me? You fucking bastard,
asshole, cunt piece-of-shit. Fuck off!"
Iason looked relatively unmoved. His feelings ranged from mildly
amused and impressed at the mongrels fortitude thus far and slightly
irritated at the the disrespect. . Iason decided that his pet had a way to
go in behavioral training and fisted the boys hair, pulling him into a very
upright kneel. Riki gasped at the unexpected yank of his head and sat up

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to ease the pressure. Through clenched teeth, (mostly just for show)
Iason hissed "I think it is time for a little more training, pet."
"I'm not your fucking pet, moron."
"Iason released his hair and commanded-- "Pleasure yourself, pet!"
"Fuck you!"
Iason reached into his pocket and pushed a button on a handset. Riki
knew what that meant . . . "Shi --ooof!" He grunted as the chains
instantly tightened, pulling his body into a stress position. He was still
kneeling but his legs were pulled apart into a wide inverted "V" and his
arms were being stretched taut from his sides and pulled a little behind
his back to force it into arching. The manacles were tight enough that
subtle torsions of his body could be made at will. He was breathing
harder, but not hard enough. Iason tweaked the controls and twisted
Riki's arms back enough to put pressure on his shoulders and forearms.
Riki inhaled sharply and clenched his eyes shut as the new twist forced
him to arch his back and lift his head to relieve more pressure. He didn't
know how long he could remain like this. His muscles were already
cramping and a fine sheen of sweat was covering his body.
"You . . fucking bastard. . " He gasped out "Let me go!" Riki's eyes
were clenched shut and his brow furrowed as tears began to form in the
corners of his eyes. He could barely breathe and was gasping for air.
"Why would you choose this over pleasure, Riki? Your pride will do
you no good here. Submit to me."
Riki shook his head emphatically and opened his eyes long enough to
speak "N-nno!" He let out another gasp. God it hurt!

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"Perhaps you aren't aroused enough?" Riki opened his eyes in surprise
as Iason moved closer, one gloved hand approaching his chest. He
gasped softly as the hand slowly caressed the length of his torso with
slow sensuous movements. Iason leaned close for a breathy whisper "If
I recall correctly, you quite enjoyed this last time."

Riki couldn't breath. The gentle touch was at such electrifying odds with
the discomfort in the rest of his body that he couldn't help but respond.
"nngh" Riki bit his lip to prevent any more sounds escaping. He turned
his face away to try to shield it from Iason, but could barely move
already. Iason reached down to touch Riki's manhood.
"Ah yes. You are so sensitive. . ."
Riki was panting heavily and was utterly humiliated. Why did his body
respond so much to the touch of someone he hated? Iason stroked him
slowly and Riki released a deep groan. ~ohh fuck. It feels so goood.~
He looked into the face of his tormentor and tried to imagine him as
someone less alluring. It was beginning to work until Iason met his gaze
with one of sensuous power. Riki was taken aback by his own desire.
~Fuck, he's hot. Damnit, why did it have to be like this?~ Seeing the
Blondie with a hand wrapped around his cock satisfied every fantasy
he'd ever had--except for him being the slave. He was fully hard now
and anxious for release.
Iason used his other hand to caress Riki's face. "Beautiful" he whispered
as Riki thrust into his hand.
"Would you like to come?" Iason looked at him questioningly.
"Yes. Need to come now. please." Riki hissed out, eyes still closed.
Though he clearly desired release, Riki still had a slightly pained look on
his face, presumably from giving in to the Blondie's ministrations and
being wrapped up in chains. Iason decided to sweeten the deal. He took

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his hand from Riki's face and turned off the tension in his chains. The
restraints dropped with a clatter and Riki slumped into Iason.
Ahh that smell. The heavenly scent that was Blondie. Damn he smelled
good. Riki looked up into Iason's eyes--a breathtaking blue that pierced
through the very soul, they were filled with lust. Before he knew it,
Iason dipped down and placed a brief but ravaging kiss on Riki's mouth.
Iason had had plenty of admirers, but nothing like this. The bottomless
depths of the boy's eyes coupled with his exotic beauty and roughish
temperament had made Iason unable to control himself. The
combination had captivated him more than he realized, especially with
that last kiss. Slightly worried over his clear lack of restraint, he brushed
it aside as a minor upset to his otherwise sincere goal of taming the
mongrel. He just hadn't counted on the heady passion of the boy. It was
a force to be reckoned with, one that Jupiter had left him relatively
unprepared for. He would just have to be careful. The boy could, would
fall for him, as long as he could keep his own mind clear.
After the kiss--which surprised them both, Iason took Riki's hand and
guided it to his erection, replacing his own hand.
Iason leaned forward and breathed into his ear-- "I want to see you
come." The soft breathy sound combined with the close proximity of the
Blondie almost made Riki come on the spot. Riki shuddered at the
contact as he rubbed himself. Damn, but he wanted to come too. Only,
how could he do it for Iason? The man had taken everything from him
that he valued.
The return of the gloved hand caressing his side made him moan
unexpectedly.
Ah fuck. He would do it because he was horny. If Iason thought it was
for him, great. fine. but it wasn't and as long as Riki could keep telling
himself that, he'd be ok. Maybe Iason would even let him out of here
when he was done. Maybe Iason was just getting off on his Master

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routine and he'd get sent home to Ceres after they had a nice fuck in bed.
Mm, that sounded nice.
He reached down and began pumping himself with fervor. Iason moved
back to give him room and better enjoy the show. Riki spread his legs
and threw his head back, eyes closed.
"uhh, yeah. . feels. so. good." He could feel his climax building and
strained against the chains as the tension increased.
Iason watched in fascination as the mongrel pleasured himself. No
wonder Jupiter didn't want them around mongrels. This was utterly
astounding and far better than any pet show he'd been to.
Riki's eyes were shut and his mouth hung open. He panted and shifted
as if the pleasure was unbearable, just then he stiffened and cried out.
Throwing his head back, he released his seed and crumpled to the floor,
breathing hard.
Iason was uncomfortably hard from the sight and had to excuse himself
rather quickly for fear of ravaging the boy (and the laws of Amoi). He
leaned towards Riki's slumped form.
"That was wonderful, my pet. Good boy." He turned towards the door.
"Daryl! Bring in a bed for Riki and clean up this mess."
Riki looked up from the floor.
~Good boy?~ Did he just call him a "good boy"? We just practically
had sex together and now he reverts back to his prissy Blondie self and
then leaves? WTF?~
Riki growled in irritation. Iason was already heading for the door, trying
in vain to hide his huge erection.

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Riki glared at Iason as he made a bee-line for the exit. ~Yeah, like a
skin suit can hide a horse's cock!~ He chuckled despite himself.
~Looks like I had an effect on him after all.~
Daryl entered the room, glancing at Iason with mild embarrassment,
before bustling in to clean up and prepare the bed. Once Riki's new
sleeping quarters were arranged he wasted no time in making his way to
the mattress to lie down in relative comfort. His chains hadn't been
removed, but they weren't attached to any walls or the floor anymore.
Jerking off for the fucker had a few benefits. Not only did he get better
digs, but he had managed to find a possible crack in the facade that was
Iason Mink, King Blondie. As he lay on the bed, dozing off, he resolved
to use this new knowledge and sexual power to explore the bizarre world
that was Blondie. He would use it to distract him and let him think that
he was shaping up to be a great pet and would eventually use it to work
his way to freedom. For once Riki went to sleep feeling some hope for
his situation and dozed off with a slight smile on his face.
Meanwhile Iason--a bit flustered at his reaction, had similar designs. He
resolved to use the mongrel's apparent attraction toward him and the
shame he felt for it to carefully bend him to his will. Riki's pride was the
biggest block to taming him. Iason would reward him well after
performing the acts required of him until he rationalized his own
submission and became an exemplary pet. Initially he had thought this
would be a shorter project, but the mongrel's obstinacy was a force to be
reckoned with. Riki was a beautiful creature with a great deal of pride
and nobility which would make him the most exotic of pets--a kept wolf,
which would bite given the chance, but otherwise endure with
remarkable dignity.

The boy was tough, and hadn't groveled or given an inch when he wasn't
absolutely forced to. Iason was impressed with the boy's strange sense of
honor and strong spirit--something rare in any human, let alone a
mongrel. He found his new plaything to be more and more intriguing as

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time went on and thoroughly enjoyed the prospect of him being at his
beck and call when the time was right. Swirling his wine with a smile,
he began plotting his next move. He would have to strategize thoroughly
so as not to make a fatal misstep in taming his headstrong pet. Soon
enough he would have him in his apartment, an attractive and dangerous
diversion after a long day.
Yes, this was going to be an interesting taming indeed, for both of them.

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