The first time

Thank you, jishe, for bearing with me, all this time. Barrie18, your reviews are like a shot of stout to me ;) And all the others, thank you!



In the car, on the way back, Guy was staring blankly into the side window. He was still angry, trembling slightly, and a tight grip on his heart almost made his breathing impossible. He grabbed his chest in an effort to get more air, but it seemed impossible. Raoul was studying him, frowning.

- I must say I am disappointed in you, Guy. Did your love for Riki fade so quickly? After all you told me?

- Who put you on Riki’s advocate’s seat? That little slut got what he deserved!

- Address me properly, pet, Raoul demanded, steeling his voice.

Guy fell silent and clenched his fists.

- We will talk about this later. Obviously, you cannot pull yourself together right now. So, I’ll keep quiet and you will, too, until we can have a decent conversation.

Guy opened his mouth to add something, but a menacing finger placed on his lips stopped him in his tracks.



In the huge penthouse from the first floor, Riki’s sobs still bounced between the walls. Iason, who left his pet to mourn, was more and more convinced that things had lasted already for too long. He came to Riki and raised him from the floor, covering him with his long cape. Much to his disappointment, Riki didn’t react, not even to curse him. His sobs didn’t stop and Iason felt a headache beginning to develop. But he carried his pet to the master bedroom and kept Riki in his arms until the sobs stopped and the boy fell asleep, exausted. Iason looked at him, the youngster’s face lit by Amoi’s two moons, and felt… something stirring somewhere, in the core of his organic brain. Something like a lightning penetrating his skull, shedding light on hidden parts. He realized that his asleep pet looked so innocent, and Iason suddenly remembered the words uttered by a female guest, from another world, with whom the Federation treated. This guest came from a world far away, renowned for the pleasure its inhabitants took in works of art. He showed the representative one of the paintings he had bought from Syrius 10, showing a scene with a little boy holding a dead strange animal in his arms. The boy was crying, his emotions were rendered to the slightest detail, and the background showed a marvelous nature landscape, contrasting with the main element of the picture. While the boy was donned in dirty clothes, and the colors used for him and the dead pet were cold, the landscape was washed in light and represented in vivid colors. “This artist is considered the best in his home world”, Iason recommended politely, when seeing the diplomat so engrossed in the painting. “It really does break your heart…. How sad…” the woman said, while raising a hand as to wipe out a tear from the boy’s face. “What exactly?” Iason asked, wondering how a heart can break from a picture. But he knew his guest was from a so called emotional world, so he humored her. “Death of a loved one” the diplomat responded. He now was hearing the same words in his mind, and he wondered why his brain had choses exactly that memory when he looked at Riki’s face, still wet from the tears he cried. “Maybe because of the similarity… both boys crying…” Iason tried to offer himself an explanation, but it did not sit well with him.

The Blondie felt uneasiness growing inside him. He watched Riki’s naked body next to him, and caressed him. Much to his dismay, no desire stirred his loins. Taken aback by the realization, Iason insisted on playing with Riki’s unresponding form, but nothing came out of it.

This was a surprise, indeed, and Iason got up from the bed angrily and started pacing the room. What? Only this much satisfaction he could take from the mongrel? That was not even worth the trouble! “Maybe it is the right time to get rid of him; a used up pet, no longer fit for pleasing his master?” He grabbed Riki and shook him to wake him up. Riki’s eyes flew open and showed only fear when meeting Iason’s fierceful gaze. He retreated in horror, but Iason kept him in place with an iron hand. He flew open his zipper and took off his flacid organ.

- Do it, he demanded, and Riki obeyed, trembling.

But Riki’s mouth did nothing for him, even if he could tell the boy was trying. He pushed him away, angrily and sent him away.

- Go to your room. I have yet to decide what to do with you.

Iason slumped in a chair, after the boy was gone. “Impotence? What’s wrong? I am designed to work as a sexdroid, so how is this possible?”



After three days, Iason was feeling like he needed to burst. He had not seen Riki at all, and he had not tried to go to the boy’s room. But not seeing him did nothing to ease his headache, and his constant need of doing something. His desire had not come back, even if he had spent the evenings in the most lavish harems in Eos. Riki’s face was always coming to his mind, totally uninvited, and Iason could not even squeeze a drop of pleasure from his loins.

His revery was brought to a halt by Daryl.

- What is it, Daryl? He asked annoyed, making the furniture tremble with fear.

- It is about Riki, Iason sama. He has not eaten in three days.

- And what do you care if he wants to starve himself to death?

- A pet’s well being is the furniture’s task, Daryl dared saying.

- Indeed, Daryl, don’t mind me, Iason responded, suddenly appeased by Daryl’s correct answer. I’ll see to it, you can retreat to your room.

“Refusing food? That must be hard for a mongrel from the slums”, Iason pondered, and he felt something twisting up inside him, imagining how much deprivation Riki must have suffered all his life. He covered his eyes with his hands, in sudden realization, that lately he had been angry with himself, and not Riki. “If he is the one that made me an impotent, then he must be the one to make my desire come back. Seeing that not all the pets in Eos can make me get it up…”, Iason smiled, and the feeling inside him grew fonder towards the little mongrel. Somewhere, in his mind, Jupiter’s words saying emotions are inferior were fading away. The warm sensation in the pit of his stomach told Iason differently. “How can this be wrong? Now, I can hardly wait to see him!” Iason got up from the chair so suddenly, that it felt on the floor with a loud sound. Daryl hurried up to see what was going on.

- Don’t worry, Daryl, it’s just the chair.

The gentleness in Iason’s voice took Daryl by surprise. But moreover, the next words.

- I’ll feed Riki, and do not consider yourself at fault for his hunger strike.



Iason took a large bowl and, under Daryl’s amazed look, he began preparing some whip cream from a box. He almost burst laughing, seeing his furniture’s face.

- What? I can read, can’t I? How hard can it be?

- But, sir, whip cream… after not eating anything… for so long…

- Don’t worry, Daryl, I’ll send for real food, right away. Bring me some strawberries, and you begin preparing dinner.



Armed with the bowl filled with whip cream and strawberries, Iason passed the threshold to Riki’s room. He needed to release a loud sigh, before opening the door, but he felt strangely ok.

Riki was standing on his back and he did not look towards the door. He asked in a meek tone:

- Daryl, is master Iason home yet? Is he going to see me tonight?

Iason cursed himself inwardly.

- Yes, Riki, I’m here.

Riki got up startled. He struggled to remain composed, but he asked:

- What is going to happen to me?

Iason came next to him and placed his body on the bed.

- To you? You will get the royal treatment: dinner in bed.

Riki started crying all of a sudden. Iason sighed and took a strawberry, dipping it in cream and put it under Riki’s nose.

- How can whip cream and strawberries make you cry, pet?

Riki opened his mouth and let Iason feed the strawberry to him.

- Do you like it? Iason voice sounded gentle, like never before.

- Ihm, Riki managed to say.

Iason laughed, and placed some pillows comfortably behind Riki’s back, but when Riki tried to sneak a hand into the bowl, he chided:

- Let this be my pleasure, pet. And you are allowed only two more.

- Why? Riki pleaded.

- Because Daryl will appear in an instant with a lot of goodies, Riki, and you know how hard he works in the kitchen. It is not good disappointing him by ruining our hunger.



The foods were now displayed in front of Riki’s eyes, but he did not dare touch them. He seated with the hands gathered in his lap, with the head bowed.

- Is this my last meal? He asked.

- No, no, no, Riki, what a joke! Iason chided. You’re here to stay.

And that answered Riki’s unspoken question. Iason watched him eating like a starved cat:

- Take it easy, or your stomach will hurt.

- You … do not eat?

- Yes, I’ll grab a bite.

But Iason was more interested watching his innocent beautiful pet. Later, Riki fell asleep in his arms, being caressed on the ears and back by Iason’s hands.



In his room, Iason satified himself quietly, thinking of Riki. “My Riki! I will have you back, no matter what”, he promised, while climaxing all over his chest and belly.