Do you remember?

Sorry, guys, for such a long wait. I hope it was worth it.



Barrie18, as always, your insightful comments are much appreciated, and help moving the plot alone. And thank you again for helping with Blondies\' do\'s and don\'ts.



Jishe, well, darling, as I see it, they - males - tend to be nothing short of animals at times - sometimes cute and fluffy, he, he.



DTE, will be this next piece a good lesson for Raoul? ;)



JDragonScribe, here are the doggies again, maybe not so howling happy anymore.















A second door slamming shut was the only sound Iason heard after Raoul and Katze had left. He had wanted to go after Riki immediately and ask him what was wrong, but the security light signaling him the elevator had stalled stopped him from taking action right away. After Raoul’s assurance that everything was alright, Iason turned on his heels, and walked towards the door that had just closed after his lover. He tried turning the knob, only to discover Riki had locked him out.

-Riki, open this door. His voice was calm, but he had already waited far too long and the dull ache in his loins wanted just one thing: Riki, in any position he desired, compliant and submissive to his needs.

Even as he thought this, Iason couldn’t understand himself and what was going through his head. The point was, the only thing that made sense … he needed Riki badly and right now, this instant. When no answer came from behind the door, he began knocking, short and playfully at first, but soon his limited patience expired, and he ended up slamming his fists on it the door, his eyes suddenly wild as anger mixed with lust.



-Riki, open it this door immediately! How dare you keep me here, standing like this? You’ll be in a lot of trouble for this! And that’s a promise I will keep!

Iason’s rant went on for several minutes, but Riki did not give in. The angered Blondie, realizing there was no point in yelling any more threats at his stubborn pet, let himself slide down against the door frame, resting his head against it. He started to slam his head against the door, then weakly, he pleaded:

-Riki, please, what happened?

His voice was momentarily shaky unlike its usual smooth tone, but then, as if a switch had again been turned on, his lustful behaviour was coming back to him.



Flashes of howling with Raoul, then sitting beside Katze working as per normal, then his need for Riki as that door slammed for reasons he couldn’t understand. The only thing that made sense was the need to hold Riki, as if that alone would give him back his sense of self.

Riki’s biting remark finally came:

-Have you not started dry humping the door yet?

Iason let out a moan, which made Riki frown a little. This wasn’t like Iason. Yes, he was lustful, but he did not give away his desires or intentions so directly. During their years together, Riki had learnt to read even the most minor changes in Iason’s countenance, and that moan was something new. So, putting his own anger aside for the moment, he asked:

-What’s wrong, Iason?

A hoarse voice replied in echo:

-What’s wrong with you, pet?

“Pet?” Riki could not believe his ears.

-Oh, so I see you’re in master mode alright.

-Yes, pet, so come out now.

A growling sound, unlike any Riki had heard before from his master, left Iason’s throat. Even then Riki wouldn’t back down, though he sensed a cold chill crawling up his spine upon hearing it.

-You are out of your mind if you think you can have me after you made me feel like a cheap whore.

-Whore … mine ….

Iason’s mutterings didn’t make sense, and Riki felt frightened. Not for himself, but for Iason who seemed to have changed into something else. His anger fading as worry took over, Riki spoke gently to his lover:

-Iason, love, please! What’s wrong? You’re not making any sense!

A painful sound was heard. Riki heard some rustling of clothes, but he could not imagine what could be happening out there. He searched the room with his eyes, and quickly discovered what he was looking for. Only then, he carefully opened the door.

Iason was standing there, naked, fully erect, a wild look in his eyes, jerking off frantically. Riki stared at him in disbelief, and calmly pointed his stun gun towards his lover.

-Take one step in my direction, and I promise you, you’ll be sleeping for a while.

Iason froze for a brief second, eyeing the gun with wild eyes, so Riki motioned his hand.

-Continue to jerk off, he commanded and Iason did, spurting within seconds, while watching Riki hungrily.

After his release, he collapsed on his knees, and grabbed his head between his hands, breathing deeply. Feeling safer, Riki hurried to his side. He pulled Iason into his arms, and let his lover calm his breath against his neck. When he looked into sapphire blues, the storm was dissipated.

-What happened, love? Riki asked worriedly.

Iason let his head rest on Riki’s shoulder.

-I remembered incidents. From those times, with Raoul.



They were now sitting on the bed, Iason with his head on Riki’s lap, letting his lover card his soothing fingers through his long hair.

-That behavior on the couch was something we did back then.

-You howled like wild dogs? Riki questioned finding it hard to believe.

-It was not only that. As memory serves, our behavior wasn’t much better.

-What else do you remember?

-I remember … something that Jupiter didn’t tell us, when she decided to interfere in our little ‘threesome situation’, when Raoul had you, and I wanted to have you back.

-What was that?

Iason trembled slightly.

-Raoul and I … we couldn’t make love to each other, in a natural way.

When the Blondie stopped, the mongrel urged him to continue:

-What do you mean? I don’t understand.

-There is something bred into us. Jupiter created us beautiful, appealing but she didn’t want us being physical with each other on a daily basis. We were taught from the beginning to stay separate not only from each other but never to make physical contact with anyone in anyway. Why do you think we wear gloves all the time?

-Fashion addicts?

Riki made Iason smile, and it warmed his heart.

-No, that’s not it. Yet, somehow, my strong bond with Raoul passed the line. I remember how we became friends, but it is still hazy to me how we ended up as lovers. But I do remember, - Iason trembled again - , how wild the sex was.

-Did you enjoy it?

-Not exactly. We seemed to need it, almost like an addiction, so we did it, but we actually fought like animals, each striving to be the alpha male until one was down, and the other one … I guess it was nothing short of an abuse, of … rape. That is why, my sexual encounter with Raoul ended up so badly. I begin to believe that Jupiter was correct in separating us as she did. Otherwise we surely would have ended up destroying each other.

Riki continued to stroke Iason’s hair.

-I remember the pain and the guilt we always felt afterwards. We tried to deny the pain, but we honestly thought that it should be like that, because we believed we were in love, and we couldn’t refrain from being intimate with each other when the moons were both full. The rest of the time, we spent as good friends. Even now, as memory returns, I still don’t understand that.

Trying to hide his worry, Riki asked:

-Do you think it could happen again? To you, I mean? That you would want Raoul in that way?

-I’m in love with you, Riki, not Raoul. So the attraction he and I felt towards one another, after my second mind wiping, was just a ghost, a fragment of a pale memory. Trust me, Riki, any love between us would have seen more blood than you could imagine. What took place was mild compared to what happened. .. in the past.

-Then why did you feel like howling, just now?

-I sensed a familiar scent on Raoul. A scent of sex. And I felt a surge of hunger and desire.

-I don’t get it. Raoul had me, too, before Katze, and you didn’t react like that.

-I think your scent on him was familiar to me, and it made me more jealous than horny. I never had or wanted Katze, so I don’t recognize his scent. It may sound strange to you, but at the moment I felt I bonded with Raoul, again, this time without fear. Now that he’s pursing another, my own heart is safe.

Iason encircled Riki’s knees possessively. Riki grabbed Iason’s hair and shook his head slightly, until confused blue eyes looked up at him.

-I’m going to be lenient this time, because of everything you told me. But if you dare talk to anybody, even Raoul, about our bedroom affairs, again, I’m going to punish you.

The now playful look in Iason’s eyes begged Riki to continue. Riki happily played along. He sneaked his hand between Iason’s legs and grabbed the stirred organ, stroking it.

-I will have you chained to the bed, I’ll stick a pet ring on you, then I’ll keep you on the verge of climax for hours.

Iason shifted to get on his fours, letting Riki milk him. The mongrel smiled victoriously, and flew open his zipper. He pushed Iason’s head into his groin, and the Blondie swallowed his dick entirely.

-I will then let you come, and then I’ll ride you. I’ll fuck you senseless, and I’ll have you beg for every touch on your dick. I think I’ll even have you miss a few days of work.

Iason raised his head, and the horrified look in his eyes made Riki laugh. He pushed Iason’s head back down and fell silent. He then used both hands, one to regulate Iason’s moves on his manhood, the other to make his lover come. That was a good fantasy, one to keep for rainy days … Riki loved when Iason warmed up to the topic of being taken by his pet, even if it had never happened. The black haired youth let a smile curl up his lips. “All in due time, love …”



Iason spooned against Riki’s belly. He felt protected.

-In my dreams, there’s only you in my dreams, Riki, Iason murmured softly.

Riki could just barely hear the mumbled words, but whispered back gently:

-Same here Iason, same here. . .





Raoul was fuming. For the last few days, he had heard nothing from Katze. He had called and called, but the redhead’s phone remained unanswered. The worst part was that Raoul now felt a pang of jealousy stabbing his heart. What was Katze doing? And, especially, with whom?



Now, with a drink on the table, his head thrown back on the chair, the loose shirt partly revealing partly his nicely shaped chest, Katze let his mind wonder. Which actually was a bad thing for the sexy redhead, as his daydreams were still floating back to a pair of green emerald eyes, tinged with unrestrained lust. Adjusting his position, he moaned softly. In his dreams, yes, this was allowed. No one would know, or at least, care. There, he could dream of a perfect moment with the obnoxious Blondie, especially since ….



A loud knock on the door woke him from his lustful reverie. He closed his eyes shut, praying for the intruder to go away. But instead, the door opened and slammed against the wall. There, before him, stood Raoul, with mixed feelings of worry and anger in those haunting green eyes. The Blondie slammed both hands on Katze’s desk, eyeing the dealer directly:

-Why didn’t you answer my calls?

Despite the surprise, Katze made a bored gesture with the hand holding the glass.

-I’ve been busy. As I am right now.

-Doing what? Drinking away your life?

-Shh, Katze chided purposely slurring the words. It’s just my third glass today.

Looking down to some point in his lap, he urged:

-Don’t stop, he’ll be out the door soon.

Raoul’s eyes grew wide, following the unseen line of Katze’s body, under the desk. He frowned, realizing something was not quite right. Grabbing a corner of the desk, Raoul flipped it over in one swift movement. Papers began floating everywhere, and a sharp startled cry penetrated the thick air. Raoul couldn’t believe his eyes. There, between Katze’s parted legs, a long haired male had obviously, until seconds ago, delivered oral pleasures. Raoul couldn’t stop staring at Katze’s open zipper, where a bit of enticing hair was revealed. The redhead head, looking at his prize, was holding the male’s head tight between his legs. He seemed to ignore Raoul whose green eyes were now filled with surprise and hurt. But, the next second, he looked at him directly:

-Since I guess you do not wish your little display to feed some brothel’s gossip, I suggest you leave, before this little slut chokes on my dick. Plus, he has such a talented mouth that I do not want to let it go to waste.

And Katze had the nerve to wink at him, while slightly moving the whore’s pretty head and pushing his organ back and forth inside the hot mouth, just to make a point. Raoul swiftly turned on his heels, almost running away from Katze’s office. Was that hurt in his eyes? Somehow, Katze find it hard to believe, yet …



-Who was that? Your lover?

-No. But just keep this to yourself, sweetie, if you don’t want any trouble.

The prostitute began to renew Katze’s lust, lost for several moments, after that mysterious man had left the room. But Katze no longer seemed satisfied with the tongue licking his balls and the soft mouth sucking his dick.

-Undress, he ordered, and realized his tone was too sharp when the male stepped back in fear.

-Lay on the floor, he added more gently this time.

For a moment, he took in the naked beauty displayed in front of his eyes. The whore’s submissive position, already lifting his legs, and parting them for easier docking, sent a surge of lust up his spine, and then back into his manhood. He undressed as well, hungry for the skin on skin sensation, longing to forget the memory of a gloved hand’s touch. Burying his face into the hollow of the male’s neck, Katze mumbled a raspy apology:

-I hope you came prepared, I’m beyond need right now, I’m sorry.

He entered the male in one single move, and he felt his hair standing on end from the sensation. The hot channel, so tight, yet soft, welcomed the steel of his organ, undulating around him, milking him, sending shivers down his back. At last he felt like a man, silently cursing Iason for keeping him so long out of the pleasure world, thanking Riki for his release of that stupid vow. He plunged deeper and deeper, ignoring the thought of hurt haunting green eyes. The male was squirming in pleasure under him, jerking himself off, and Katze grinned, pushing and slamming, and pounding that well worked hole, until the heat in his belly gathered into his loins, and burst through the tip of his penis. He withdrew carefully, more than pleased by the moan of despair released by the lithe male, whose hand was moving even faster now on his own erection. Katze replaced his softening dick with two fingers, the tight channel well lubed with his semen.

-Where is it good? Here? He asked, gently probbing the male’s anatomy, following instructions emitted as soft grunts.

He watched in awe the male’s glistening face, glad to be able to learn on giving pleasure. It wasn’t in his nature to be only a taker, so he gladly stimulated the boy’s inner gland, over and over again, until he arched his back and cried out his release. Caressing the sweaty face, he asked:

-Was it good for you?

The male nodded and smiled:

-I knew you would be good.

Katze laughed:

-Hey, that should be my line.

And he knew in that instant what he wanted to dream about tonight. He wondered how would Raoul look after being taken like that youngster. Would the conceited Blondie appear softer then? Oh, yes, that thought alone could be made into some good jerking off material.