The first time

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A heady scent was filling the room. Two male bodies, one dark, one shaped in ivory, were struggling against each other, between the sheets. One could hardly tell the love making from fighting, but the words shared between the two men were even more confusing for the potential gazer.

- Fuck! Don’t you ever get enough, you freak?

- I guess not, pet, you make me unsatiable, Iason teased, while chewing one of Riki’s ear, rewarded with a pleasurable grunt from the owner of the said ear.

- At least, let me on top once in a while, the black haired youth dared asking.

- That is not negotiable, Riki, it is not like everyday I have to fight you to get you out of the gloom.

- So that was a trick, you bastard! Couldn’t you just fuck me, while I was broken?

Riki almost bit on his tongue, realizing what he had just said. Iason laughed it away.

- The proud Riki admits being broken by me?

- That really hurt, you asshole, Riki shot back.

- So I gather you are not that upset with me anymore? Iason asked, demanding an answer, by pulling Riki’s hair.

- In your dreams, Blondie prick!

The boy struggled and succeeded in freeing himself. Now he was in the center of the room, stark naked, and ready to fight. But Iason did not come after him. He gathered the sheets around his body and he was looking, eyes filled with perverted curiosity, directly at the mongrel. Riki crossed his arms over his chest, seeing the chance to bring Iason down a few notches.

- You are a perverted son of a bitch, you know, Iason, he commenced. The first time, that was … well, kinda cool, and the money were good…

- What do you mean “cool”? Iason smiled, fixing a few pillows behind his back, starting to feel that something interesting was about to be shared by the talkative Riki.

- You know, like in … good.

- Good? Just good? Iason fished for info, in a nonchalant way. Come, Riki, say it … the snake like voice continued, … say that you wanted to be taken by a Blondie…

- No way! Riki shouted, but he was already getting hard, remembering that first encounter with Iason.

Iason laughed, and let out a satisfied sigh, pointing out cruelly, eyes fixed on Riki’s erection.

- Your body does not lie, Riki. He is calling for my touch right now. But let that trecherous mouth of yours do as it pleases, because I would like to see how you end up in my arms once more, despite your deep hatred that you carry for me.

- You are such a bastard, Iason! Riki cried, tears welling in his gorgeous black eyes. If you weren’t a Blondie, my body won’t react like that. You’re just physically perfect, but your heart is black, and not even Jupiter could make you into a human!

- Human? Iason snorted. Why would I want that? And why would you? How would that change things?

- You would have had an excuse, Riki spat. As a Blondie, you don’t, you are supposed to be perfect. How does your perfection sits with what you did to me? To Guy?

Iason frowned. The words escaped his lips.

- If I were human, would you love me, Riki?

The mongrel remained speechless. Despite the low light in the room, he could feel the intensity in the sky like gaze. He did not know what to say for a few seconds, but he came back eventually with a biting retort:

- What kind of a fucking trick is that, Iason?

A cloud passed over Iason’s chiseled features.

- You love Guy because he is human, like you? You can only love another mongrel?

Riki grabbed his head, in a desperate gesture.

- Yes, I love Guy, but because he is himself, not a mongrel, not a human, just himself. What is a Blondie doing talking about love? Riki’s voice was down to freezing levels. Do you think you can get some more electrical impulses from ‘love’? Do your circuits tremble in expectation? Ever?

- I’m more organic than you think, Riki. I bleed, don’t I? I can be beaten, fair and square, can’t I?

- Geez, do you expect me to believe that? I almost slit your throat, and, in a day, you were as good as new! And that fight was a joke?

- No, it was not, Riki.

- I don’t believe you!

- So don’t. I don’t have feelings, do I?

But Iason’s voice was husky with desire, once again, while his eyes were thristly drinking in Riki’s lean body. He was getting annoyed with the confrontation already. He did not like that unpleasant feeling he got, when Riki was professing his love for Guy.

- How can I convince you to get back in the bed? No, you cannot take me, Iason raised one hand, seeing the nasty gleam in Riki’s eyes.

Denied the pleasure of pointing out a few facts, Riki felt anger inside. When mixed with desire for the perfect man standing in front of him, it left him confused, and too many times, this confusion twisted his insights to unbearable levels. Only having sex with Iason appeased that feeling for a while, and, during the day, he dreaded how he waited for the evening to come, so Iason would drag him to the bedroom, to ravish his body over and over again. “I’m losing my friggin’ mind!” he yelled to himself, blaming the walls enclosing him, to the point of a claustrophobia attack, on Daryl, tip-toe-ing around him, on Iason, for keeping him under the lock, on the lack of cigarrettes, on Guy leaving him, on the world, on Jupiter…. Given the chance to get back, even if just a little, he asked Iason, in a hoarse voice:

- Pleasure yourself for me, pet!

Three long seconds passed in complete silence, and Riki’s heart stopped beating. “I’m in for something bad”, but Iason threw away the sheets that were wrapped around his body, and raised himself on his knees. He played along, his sexy voice making Riki’s skin to grow goosebumps in a split second.

- How should I do it, master, so you can have the best out of my performance?

Riki licked his dried lips, hungrily eyeing Iason’s body, in all the sexy details. He whispered:

- Start caressing yourself … pull on your nipples … I want them standing, erect … as if I suck on them … yes, like that, pet ….

The mongrel reveled in calling his master ‘pet’, but moreover in Iason’s willingness to comply. Not being able to restrain himself, he grabbed his erect shaft and started pumping, eyes glued on Iason’s sensual moves, totally unaware of that fact that he was also offering the Blondie one exquisite show, entirely on his own volition.

- Jerk off, Iason!

Riki could not bear it any longer. His young body betrayed him once again, and his moves were matched in rhythm those of Iason.

- Throw your head back, I want to see your beautiful blonde hair waving on your sides while you cum for me …

Those words sounded so sweatly, that they took them both Riki and Iason by surprise. Iason obliged, cursing he could not see Riki’s eyes, but it was the pet’s show; on the other hand, Riki was glad that Iason was not able to see the total admiration in his gaze. They came together, in beautiful, long streams of white cream. Riki was panting hard, and Iason drank in the image of his spent pet.

- Come here, he demanded, but his call did not sound for once like that of a master.

Like in a trance, Riki climbed in the bed, next to Iason. “No regrets tonight”, he allowed himself, and he let Iason kiss him passionately on the lips. He gladly noticed that Iason did not turn him on his fours to fuck him, but preferred the face to face position. And, even if he did not dare to open his eyes, he could feel the meaningful look in Iason’s eyes caressing his face. The master began thrusting slowly into his lovely pet tight and wet entrance, picking up the pace, while carefully paying attention to Riki’s pantings and pleas for haste.

- The way you want it, Riki, Iason offered, showering Riki’s closed eyes and lips in sweet kisses.

“I’ll hate you tomorrow”, Riki promised inwardly and just let the pleasurable sensations wash over him.



The next day, when Iason came home, he found Riki in a pensive state, staring through the window.

- Will you ever let me out of this fucking prison? He complained.

- I’m glad you ask this, Riki, because I brought you a present.

Iason opened his palm, and showed Riki a velvet case, a strange looking ring resting on it.

- What’s this? Riki asked morosely. Do you ask me to, like, marry you and shit?

“After so much sweet engagement time, I think we should get properly wedded, my Riki”, but these words echoed only in Iason’s mind. What he said startled Riki:

- This is your pet ring, Riki. With it, I make you mine in front of everybody. Once I put it on you, you will be able to walk out of this penthouse, this prison, as you say.

- Oh, no! Riki screamed and tried to take off from Iason.

But the Blondie grabbed his arm forcefully and threw him into the wall. He kept Riki there, while the boy had a hard time keeping his balance. Iason forced his hand between Riki’s thighs, much to the boy’s confusion. Deftly fingers, donned in glove, made the ring slid on the flaccid member. The metal ring was now tucked at the base of Riki’s penis, shining slightly against the dark skin.

- There. Now you are indeed, totally, my pet.

A growl of desperation got out of Riki’s throat, who was now struggling to take of the ring off his shaft, to no avail.

- Iason, what is this thing? Why does it not come off? What are you doing to me?

He met Iason’s languid gaze, and the Elite seemed to be enjoying the show.

- Only I can take it off, Riki, and I have no intention to do so. It has nanotechnology incorporated, so it does the task of being attached to the bearer without causing any distress. Unless wanted by me, of course. But, better than talking, I will just show you what it does.

A flick of the wrist, a push of a button, and Riki fell screaming, in shock, to the floor, holding his testicles and writhing in pain. Iason seemed unmoved.

- This is just the first level, Riki, so keep that in mind.

Another gesture, while Riki was getting himself together from the floor, and the rage in his eyes was replaced with confusion, and then with absolute desire, as the former flaccid organ was now in full arousal state. Iason could tell the boy was horrified.

- It does other trick, too. I can control your release, and keep you on the verge of climax as much as I like.

- You … are … a … fucking …. Freak!

Iason smiled.

- Good thing for you that I do not intend to use the pain properties of the ring. I think I could discipline your foul mouth in a very short time. But I prefer some less raw techniques, to bring you around. Oh, and it does have a GPS incorporated, so I know where you are.

Riki let out his anger, growling like a wild animal. But his growls were beginning to be replaced with sounds of arousal, and Iason was beyond horny just watching the mongrel. He held Riki in his arms, and kissed him on dry lips:

- You are mine, Riki.