The first time

Thanks for all the suggestions, barrie18. jishe, let\'s see how this plays.





- You know nothing about how we live. You have no right to judge me.

Guy’s jaw was severely tighten, yet Raoul still did not want to let the matter drop.

- You told me you loved Riki. Your own tongue articulated the words, and you wanted to have no ears for me talking to you about false pretenses. Make me understand your behavior. During the time you have spent here, with me, I did not notice any signs of you being prone to violent acts.

The mongrel stood up from the chair and began pacing the room.

- Fine, Raoul, if you want to hear a lesson about life in the slums, you’ll have it.

Raoul placed his elegant hands, crossed on the table, decided to listen. Guy proceeded, in a half angry, half tired tone:

- Life is hard there. If you succeed to find someone to watch your back, it almost is as the best you can possibly get. From this ivory tower of yours, it may seem that we are just trash, that we live like animals, and that we don’t have the right to have feelings, or feel pleasure.

- I told you before, Guy. These feelings you are talking about come from your world, not mine. So I could never think that I was entitled to told you something in this matter, except for the fact that you might mistake one thing from another. Please, go on, and leave me out of this, for now.

Guy resumed, with closed fists:

- You think that I treated Riki badly? You think that was the worst thing I could do to him for his betrayal?

- Yes, I do. I was there, Guy.

- Well, you are wrong. In my world, it is rare to have someone to love. We live short violent lives, and no one may mourn you, if you are found one morning, disembowled, and thrown in a dumpster. Rats will eat away your flesh, worms will grow inside your skin, and not even a janitor will say: “Hey, that was a man and now he’s nothing”. We barely bury our dead, as one could say that Ceres is, these days, nothing more than a cemetary, where the ones still living are fading away, covered in putrid smells and lack of hope.

Raoul frowned a little, and he remarked the devasted look in Guy’s eyes. It seemed like the youngster was looking into a dark pit, contemplating how loud his body falling down the hole would sound when hitting the ground.

- In that world, I had Riki and Riki had me. And couples like us, that were not brought together only by chance, are rare, and acknowledged by everybody as special. How could you understand what ‘special’ means for a slum dweller, when for you, everything is golden? Guy added bitterly.

- Guy, Raoul warned softly.

The boy resumed his statement, with a sigh.

- That is why, if, in a relation like this, one betrays the other, the punishment is harsh. And by betrayal, we especially mean sleeping with someone else. You may think that we should not be so arrongant as to indulge in having rights over another, but everyone in my world would have thought Riki’s punishment to be far too little, according to the deed. Do you how this would have happened, if we were in the slums, and word hit the street that Riki betrayed me, by sleeping with somebody else?

- How, Guy? Enlighten me, this conversation is really intriguing.

- I would have strip him naked, tied his hands and dragged him all over the neighborhood, with the word “WHORE” written on his ass. Then I would have invited any passer by to have his way with him. I would have let him be raped for hours, then I would have raped him last, so he could feel me last. After that, everyone would have known that he is the lowest of the low; even in our world without high morales, he would have become an outcast, only to serve the others with his ass and mouth.

Raoul gasped in dismay.

- Would you have done something like this to Riki?

Guy let his head drop to his chest.

- No, Raoul, if we were still in the slums, I would have not destroyed his life like that. Even if I had seen it happening, I would have not delivered such a harsh punishment on him. A beating and a last disconsiderate fuck, before throwing him out, would have been in order, but no one else would have known about it.

- You do not convince me, Guy. You try to say to me that taking Riki so hard in front of me and Iason was actually an act of benevolence.

- I do not try to convince you of anything. Did you notice Riki opposing me?

- No, I did not.

- He could have fought me, but he knew that it was fair to get punished.

- Indeed he was taking without fighting what you were doing to him.

Guy stopped, and he was now looking more like a beaten dog. Raoul stated:

- But he was crying, Guy, and what he did he did for you. Daring to break your world social taboos in order to save your life, shows that he is of a different type of material. Riki has my respect for that.

The mongrel’s face looked contorted. He said almost whispering:

- You just don’t get it, Raoul. I knew something was wrong. Since the night he came with the money, between the sheets, he became something else. I tried to lie to myself, that he was worried and covering me with his passion was going to help. But it was because Iason Mink rammed his ass that night, hitting him somewhere inside, where I could never reach! His voice was filled with desire, he was jerking off any time he could, he was sucking me dry, and the look in his eyes …. it was not for me. It was just not for me! Guy yelled.

Raoul fell silent, pondering for a while the last bit of information.

- For sure, sex with Iason is exquisite, Guy, as with any other Blondie, as we are endowed and designed for pleasurable activities. You squirm under me, and I barely touch you. How can you hold Riki at fault, with something you enjoy, too?

- You see, Raoul, Guy said while rocking his head from side to side, I know that Riki was never in love with me.

- You say that he does not love you?

- No, I say that he is not in love with me, never was. I could never awaken such a passion in him, as does your Blondie friend.

Guy just fell to the floor, startling Raoul. The inhuman growl that came from the boy’s throat made Raoul’s hair stand on end.

- I could never make him love me back, Guy cried his despair. Riki, oh, Riki, what have I done! You won’t come back to me now!

Raoul was moved deeply by the boy’s pain. He was seeing Guy breaking into pieces and a pang traveled his chest, causing uneasiness into the pit of the stomach. He came to Guy and braced him in his arms. No words were being said, and Raoul rocked Guy in his arms, like he was a child.



Riki was behaving. Way too much for Iason’s taste. Now, he had the mongrel pet in full display, in front of him.

- Pleasure yourself, the command came briefly, and Riki did what was told, throwing sureptitious glances towards Iason, that hardly looked any pleased.

Iason asked in a harsh tone:

- Stop!

Riki froze and felt tears welling in his eyes. He felt the urge to weep like crazy, eveytime Iason seemed so annoyed with his performance. The Blondie had not touched him either, not in a sexually way, at least, and Iason’s sudden bursts of anger, followed by unusual gentleness, made Riki’s heart leap in confusion.

Iason got up from the chair and stood against the window.

- Riki, come here, he asked, more appeased now, and the boy complied in an instant.

Iason circled Riki’s waist and made him look through the window. He felt a surge of carnal lust sweeping through his body, when Riki’s enticing ass brushed the front of his pants.

- Can you tell me which direction Ceres is, when looking from up here?

Riki’s face frowned with concentration and, hesitantly, he brought his hand up to show Iason.

- Yes, you are right, but how can you tell without a map?

- Because there are no lights there.

Iason let Riki’s waist and commanded, no emotion in his voice:

- Go to your room.

Riki tensed once more and dared asking:

- Why, Iason? I only answered your question.

But the Blondie felt really tired, so he just caressed a wet cheek with the tip of his fingers.

- Just go, I’m not in the mood tonight.

After the door shut behind Riki, Iason suddenly threw a punch into the wall next to the window. “On Jupiter, Riki! I need to find to key to your mind. I will, I won’t let you go!”, he promised to himself.



The next morning, Daryl woke up Riki.

- Riki, master wants to see you.

- He’s not at work?

- No, he took the day off. Go to the stairs, and enter the last door on the right.

Riki nodded, and after some hasty grooming, he hurried to the stairs. His heart was beating faster. “Will it be now? Will he deliver the final blow when I’m not watching? Oh, Jupiter, why doesn’t he kill me in my sleep?”

When Riki rushed through the door, his face flushed, and the body gleaming with a sheer cover of sweat, he found Iason staying calmly, his legs crossed, with only a pair of silken trousers on his lower part of the body. The light was passing through the windows, washing the room in golden rays. Riki’s heart stopped for a moment: “Why does he have to be so beautiful and perfect?” On the other hand, Iason’s nostrils were taking in Riki’s scent, and passion burned for a fleeting moment under his belt.

The room was bare, and the floor was covered with firm mattress, on which Riki stepped with much care.

- This, Riki, is my dojo, where I practice.

“Practice? Oh, no, this will be bloody!” Riki’s mind screamed. Iason stood up and produced two wooden sticks like out of nowhere, throwing one at Riki, which caught it with exercised ease.

- Good, I see you know the basics, and fighting with a stick is not at all foreign to you.

Riki gulped for air, but he squeezed his hands on the stick.

- I did not know Elites train in such a fashion. I thought you are created with incredible strength and you do not need to do this.

- Well, Riki, said Iason, approaching with feline steps, this game is only a pleasure of mine, which I indulge from time to time.

Riki’s blood was now reaching freezing temperatures.

- What do you say, Riki? Me and you? One match?

But Riki stared stubbornly at his feet. Iason was dangerously close to him and he could feel his body heat.

- Why do you have to do this? The boy whispered.

- Pet, you don’t even know my intentions. I gathered that you think that I want you dead, and I think it is only one way to show you.

Iason now stood up in front of Riki and asked sternly:

- Fight, Riki!

- No, Riki whispered and let the stick drop.

Angrily, Iason grabbed his chin and forced Riki to look into his eyes. Dark irises clashed sapphire gaze with meek intends.

- What are you, some kind of cheap whore, ready to take anything, even death? Iason’s voice was trembling. Don’t you remember who I am? What I did to you? I stripped you of everything, of your home, your ways, your lover!

Riki was turning his back and heading for the door, when he heard Iason’s commanding voice:

- Riki of Bison, I challenge you to a fight! The one that wins has the right to mount the other!

The mongrel could not believe his ears. He turned again and looked Iason directly in the eyes. The fire in his coal dark eyes reappeared. Iason grinned and, with a swift movement of his foot sent the fallen wooden stick towards Riki. The boy grabbed it and he instantly achieved a fighting position. The competitors were now circling each other, trying to appreciate when the first strike will land.

All of a sudden, Riki launched the attack and the swirl of his stick passed inches from Iason’s cheek. The Blondie took advantage of the situation, as Riki was in the course of regaining his balance and tried to swipe him of his feet with a low strike.

Behind the door, Daryl was peeping to their fight. Master and pet, both so beautiful… Daryl’s mind was a whirlpool of emotions. He watched in silence while both male were trying to deliver each other dangerous blows. “This Riki, he is something…no one could stand Iason sama in a fight like he does”, he said to himself.

A slight moment of lack of attention and one of Riki’s deceiving moves made the stick impact on Iason’s calves, and the Blondie fell, yelping from pain, with his face down. He tried to reach for his stick, but Riki’s bare foot stood on top of it.

- Game over, Goldilocks! Riki laughed and he got behind Iason, not before sending the stick away with his feet.

Hands trembling with arousal raised Iason’s hips from the floor, positioning him on all fours. The Blondie was standing with the head bowed, and Riki could hardly believe that Iason was ok to go through with this. His desire was too strong to question anymore, and the heat of victory took his worries away. He yanked Iason’s pants and, with a grunt, he impaled himself into the tight entrance. Entrapped in Iason’s body, he cried with a victorious growl.

Behind the door, Daryl was feeling that the world was spinning too fast. He could not believe it! A pet taking his master!

Riki set in a hasty rhythm and slammed against Iason’s appealing behind. He grabbed a fistful of blonde strands, forcing Iason to raise his head. Riki mumbled, almost delirious from the pleasure:

- Fuck, Jupiter, this is so fucking good! Such a good Blondie cunt for my cock!

Every word was punctuated by a loud smack between the bodies. Iason said nothing and let Riki have him.

- I can’t… last… any… longer…. Fuck! I’m filling you, Blondie!

And Riki spurted inside Iason, with a final growl, leaving his head rock on his back, in pure bliss. He let out only after a whole minute, enjoying the afterburn.

He then collapsed on the mattress, and held his eyes closed, drinking in his victory. When he opened his eyes, he noticed Iason pulling his pants over an impossible erection. Riki smiled: “The fucker enjoyed it, taking it up the ass.”

- I so much want a smoke, Riki complained.

- Cigarettes are bad for you.

- Fuck off, Iason!

“He’s back”, Iason smiled and helped Riki get up from the mattress, by lending him one hand. To his surprise, Riki didn’t let go of his arm and dragged him close to him:

- Why?

- Because I’d rather have you hate me then not have you at all.

Riki nodded and kissed Iason on the cheek.

- You are a good fuck.

- Why? It was Iason’s turn to ask.

- Because that is how the game is played, Riki stated, smiling all knowingly.