Do you remember?

Barrie18, yes, Riki is a little devil, and I love him that way! And I guess you\'re right about all the fun that will come of this!



Jishe, darling, our boys are back together, don\'t worry!



DTE, Katze is a big boy, he can handle it. ;)







The music filled his ears and made his heart thump in his chest. Katze was so enthralled by the sounds caressing his auditory system that he almost missed the soft ruffle of clothing, signaling someone taking the seat next to him. He frowned a little as he tried to ignore it, but a familiar voice pulled him back to reality:

- So you like opera, too?

He turned to stare into the greenest eyes ever made in Tanagura. He struggled to gain composure, as his eyes remained glue to those emerald whirlpools. But no sound left his mouth, as he cursed inwardly: “Iason, I cannot do it!” Raoul turned to watch the action on stage, much to his relief.

- Would it be too much to ask you to accompany me to the pet action next week?

The question seemed to come from nowhere, and the magic of the music was totally lost. “Raoul in search for a pet! That should be good news, and Katze, it means you’re off the hook!” Somehow, the thought seemed dissapointing, to say the least.

- Iason once told me you know about these things … and that you can provide some sensible advice on the matter.

- But you … create the most wonderful pets … Master Am?

The question was accompanied by a raised eyebrow.

- Something escapes me. I know what beauty is, but I fail to grasp it. I am never satisfied with my results. They lack something important. I need to browse through more exotic items, until I find something suitable. A pet show will be held next week, in Mistral Park. Will you come?

- Yes, but I don’t understand how I can be of service …

- You can show me how you would select a pet. An off-world shipment will arrive, so we can enjoy some new features, never seen in pets from a Tanagura harem.

- Ok. But I doubt my taste in pets would be of any help.

- Do not underestimate yourself, Katze. If Iason says you are the best, then you are. Look just what you dropped at his door.

- Riki was barely my idea …

Raoul smiled, all knowingly.

- I know more about this, then you can imagine. The beauty created by nature is superior to the one I can create in my lab. It is this which I’m seeking.

- But …

- No ‘buts’, Katze. You try to humor me into thinking that we, the Elites, are the epitome of beauty, and I won’t have it. Looking at Riki makes me think we have nothing on Her.

- Yes, Riki is special, Katze added, thinking that he should be careful around the sharp-minded Elite.

- Not only him. Take you, for instance.

Katze’s heart almost jumped from his chest.

- Your eyes are like liquid amber, and your hair has a red hue I’ve never seen.

Blood rushed to Katze’s cheeks. His lips trembled for a brief second.

- You are also very tall for a person born in the slums. You have perfect proportions, and your body, though clothed, is a pleasure for the eye.

The dealer did not know what to say. Raoul seemed to be so analytical about praising him, but the admiration, transparent through his words, also seemed genuine.

- You have everything to recommend you as someone’s highly prized pet.

“Too bad you don’t have a dick”, Katze added silently. He was startled by Raoul’s words.

- I know what you’re thinking. But you are beyond being just decorative. You have a beautiful mind, don’t you, Katze?

This time, Katze failed to avoid Raoul’s direct gaze.

- Iason told me. So there’s no point in denying it.

“Of course.” It seemed to Katze that he was only talking in his head during this conversation, which was not an impediment for Raoul, who cleverly read his mind.

- I would love to see you.

- What do you mean? Katze’s throat got particularly dry.

- To see you nude. It would help me for my research.

- No.

Katze almost slapped his hand over his mouth, but the word left his lips just like that.

- I can understand your reluctance. A Furniture is never comfortable with such things. But maybe I can convince you somehow, to take off your clothes.

Raoul’s words were punctuated by a smile. A wide, bright smile, that did not hide anything.

- Until then, I expect you to accompany me to that pet auction next week.



“How am I supposed to charm this Blondie? Iason and Riki are totally out of their friggin’ minds! He sees me as Furniture, he has no idea about what I hide, and he considers me to be a practical utility, nothing more.” Yet, Katze had played the words uttered by Raoul about his beauty, in his own mind, so many times that he could not deny the pleasure he had felt upon hearing them. “There’s no point in denial, Katze. The guy is as hot as they come, and you are totally horny.”



Carefully, under the covers, he peeled off his underwear and gently touched, his nether parts, exhaling deeply. His virginity vow had left him with little a long time ago, so he had chosen to neglect this part of life, which was now washing over him, in full force. What Iason and Riki had done to him did nothing but release the river of passion boiling inside him. He had masturbated ever since furiously, trying to take back the years of abstinence, and his cock was really hurting from so much action. There was no position Katze spared in his imagination. He had pictured himself with Iason, with Riki, and, yes, Raoul, and this particular Elite seemed to come to his head most of the times when he was satisfying himself quietly, in his quarters. This time, however, while caressing the abused organ, he dared whisper in the darkness of his room:

- Yes, Raoul, like that …

Imagining copper blond strands of hair caressing his mid section, while a perfect mouth was taking him in made Katze throw back his head and vocalize his pleasure out loud. He fell back onto the pillows, sated for the moment. “It won’t work. Dream on, Katze.”



The rustle at the pet auction was the usual norm, but Katze seemed to imagine that people were staring at him and Raoul, walking together, stopping by an item or another, to comment on particular, unique features.

- What do you think of this one? His hair is smooth, as is his skin. I guess the price is not an issue.

- Of course not, Raoul waved a little annoyed. But I don’t like him.

The pet was trying to catch their eyes, by flashing a big smile, and moving his hips slowly. Raoul looked bored, but Katze, who had never paid really attention to pets – “Iason, you liar, recommending me as the pet expert” – was feeling his pants becoming extra tight.

- This female here, Katze tried to play his part, was brought from a distant galaxy.

The alien has blue hair and skin, and she looked almost like a porcelain doll. Raoul gave her a short look, then he just raised his shoulders.

- Not my type.

Katze was getting anxious, assuming that Raoul had already realized he was by no means the expert recommended by Iason. He expected a blow that never came.

- I’m sorry, Master Am, …

- Raoul. Just call me Raoul.

- Ok, … Raoul, but I don’t understand what you are looking for. We’re almost done.

Raoul looked in a distance, not caring too much for Katze’s complaints.

- I have a reservation here. It’s private. Let’s have a drink together.



A cocktail too many after Katze’s acceptance of Raoul’s invitation, the dealer was feeling like his skin was on fire. “You should not drink so much when you’re nervous”, he chided himself inwardly. But there was no turning back, and he was becoming aware that Raoul had gotten terribly close to his body. The smell of expensive alcohol coming from the Elite’s breath was making Katze dizzy, and, of course, very horny. Hopelessly, he was crossing his legs, not sure if Raoul was not already suspecting something.

- You are so beautiful, Katze. Why is Iason so lucky? The green-eyed Blondie whispered in his ear.

- Lucky? Katze snorted.

- He finds the most beautiful mongrels and makes them his.

- I won’t argue with you about Riki, but …

A naked finger was placed on Katze’s lips, silencing him. When had Raoul taken off his gloves? In seconds, Raoul was all over the dealer, hungry lips taking place of the authoritarian finger. Katze let his lips part without thinking, and responded in kind, like he wanted to. “Who’s seducing who, here?”, he asked himself, but the kiss stopped, almost making him growl in disappointment. Raoul looked apologetic, and he was straightening out his clothes.

- I’m sorry, Katze. I did not mean to be so invasive. I guess all the search for pets and the alcohol made me react like this.

Now Katze had even a more painful reaction to deal with. He covered his crotch, his face all flustered.

- Don’t worry, Raoul. I apologize, too.

- For what?

- For … aarh …

- What? Being so hot and responsive?

- Yeah, that kind of things.

- I hadn’t thought whether you would still being able to feel something of that nature. Or was it that you tried to comply to my actions, given your conditioning of serving the likes of me?

- Yes.

- Which one?

Green eyes, filled with humour, were scrutinizing him. Katze hesitated:

- The second.

- You are a bad liar.

Raoul threw his mane of hair over his shoulder, making the dealer gasp in admiration. Nothing escaped him.

- Maybe you should consider my offer. I can create the perfect pet, if I get to see you naked. I know that your answer is ‘no’, but, please, consider. I will pay you royally for this. Or maybe is not money that could convince you?

Katze could swear the man in front of him was making fun of him. He chose to be a little rude:

- What else is there? He said scornfully.

- Hm. How much assurance you have to talk to a Blondie that way. How about, instead of money, you get to see me naked, as well?

Katze’s jaw dropped so hard it ached.

- Do you need to ask Iason for his approval? If that is the case, is this worrying you? If he does not give his accord, I’ll talk to him.

- You don’t have to.

- He is still your master, right?

The red head bit his lip and admitted:

- Yes, of course. It would be best if you asked him. I do not wish to behave inappropriately.

Raoul was still eyeing him suspiciously.

- You’ll be a handful, Katze.



It was just a statement.