Do you remember?

Barrie18, jishe, glad to have you by my side on this one, too. DTE and Mitsuhon, thank you very much for your comments and for reading. I am afraid that on this one I will not succeed always in being a regular updater, as much work in piling in front of me. But I will surely try.



Barrie18, dear, I will work on your "suggestion", :)





In this chapter, Riki has some interesting teachings for his Master, Raoul.





Raoul watched surreptitiously at Iason over the table. His friend had frowned upon looking the little marble figures on the table and now he reached to grab one, but then retracted his hand, and suddenly applied the final blow.

- Checkmate, he said victoriously, and Raoul smiled fully, seeing his friend so happy.

He got up and went over to Iason, standing up next to him. Iason looked up to him, with a look so clean, so innocent, that Raoul felt his heart ache. He took lateral strands of hair and pushed them to the nape, holding Iason’s richness of hair in a bun. Then he bent and claimed the parted soft lips, trying to hide his sadness. And Iason let him have his way, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Without responding too much, though. “Can I ever make you love me?” He freed Iason’s lips, and caressed them with his hand, in apology, sighing.

- I’m so sorry, Raoul. It may be than I’m not quite fully recovered … You are a great kisser, he smiled sheepishly at his friend. But I have to ask you something. Was our … ahem … relationship known by the others? Did Jupiter say anything against it?

Raoul sighed again.

- No, nobody knew. “Not even you”, but this words were kept to himself.

- I would like to give it a try. Maybe a pet show at your house would help?

- I will have the pet ready for tomorrow night, if that is ok with you.

- Great, Raoul! Then we will have a great time together.

- Does it bother you that we … have an illicit affair?

- I don’t see why this should be anyone’s business.

- Look who’s the daring one now, my darling Iason.

- Hey, it seems I have a good teacher.

They let their foreheads touch, sharing a common glance. A new little fire began to spark in Iason’s eyes, making Raoul’s heart skip one beat. Iason’s arms circled his neck, drawing him in, for another kiss. This time, Raoul was the one kissed by clumsy lips, learning again their lustful ways. He felt a sudden urge to just jump Iason and have him right there. But he was not sure if it was wise to cause a scene that would attract the attention of Iason’s furniture, and not even if his friend was ready for such trysts. He reluctantly let go of Iason’s mouth, not before licking their contour and plastering another quick kiss on them. Iason laughed a little nervously.

- Tomorrow night then, Raoul? His voice was hooded with new desire.

- Yes, Iason, Raoul’s voice shaky as well.

- Raoul?

- Yes, Iason?

- What’s the pet’s name?

- He is … Riki.

Iason blinked a little in confusion, like trying to remember something. He shrugged and just grabbed his temples with his hands.

- I’m sorry, Raoul, these migraines do not want to let me go, and they come especially when I’m having a great time with you. I’ll see you and Riki tomorrow night. I promise I will be in good health by then.

Raoul kissed the heated forehead, frowning. Some kind of fever came and went, and Iason should have felt better by now. He would make sure to study the problem thoroughly. For the moment, he just let some pills on the table.

- Take these, Iason. They will help you sleep and you will feel better.

- Sleep? Somehow the thought seemed humorous to Iason. You know what I have dreamed last night, Raoul?

- No, please, tell me.

- I dreamed about your pet. He was fully clothed, with leather pants and a jacket and he was riding a hoverbike. That’s quite strange, as I’m pretty sure I have never seen him before. It suited him well though. It was a somehow nice dream, as long as it lasted.

Raoul stared at him, with wide eyes, but he did not utter a word. Then he clasped his hands together in resolution.

- I bid you farewell for now, my friend.

Iason got up to see him to the door. When Raoul faced him for his last goodbye, he was the one to grab the other’s head in his palms and plant a soft kiss on Raoul’s lips. Raoul responded, but he felt like he wanted to run away or the floor to open up and swallow him on the spot. The questions in Iason’s eyes were not yet clear.



In Raoul’s penthouse, Riki was exercising, per his new Master’s instructions. He was taken by surprise upon hearing Raoul’s voice.

- Your body is nicely developed.

The words were said matter of factly, not a drop of irony in them. Riki just nodded and tried to get back to what he was doing. Raoul grabbed his hand and turned him.

- Do you know what Iason and I did tonight?

- I think you want to tell me.

- We kissed.

Riki felt his jaw clenching upon hearing those words. What was Raoul after?

- Good for you. Now can I get back to my push ups?

- You do a poor job at hiding your feelings. I know it affects you.

- Yes, it does. But what’s for me to do? Anything I’d do, it would turn to bite me on the ass.

- Speak politely, or I’ll have you whipped.

Riki laughed sadly.

- Do you see what I mean? And I thought Iason was strict. With you, nothing goes unnoticed.

Raoul grabbed the boy’s waist and pressed him against his own body. He used a hand to get the black hair off the dampened forehead, forcing Riki to look him in the eyes. When the pet started to shift nervously, he began to smell his neck.

- You stink.

- What do you expect? All I did today was working out, as you said.

- Full mouthed. I have something else to fill your mongrel mouth with.

Riki’s eyes grew wider. And he understood. Raoul’s erection was quite obvious against his belly. He felt a surge of anger passing through his body. So the two good shoes Raoul had gone to Iason, made out with him, and then had come home to spend his erection with his pet. How fucked up was that? But he knew it was no good fighting.

- Ok, just let me get on my knees.

Raoul nodded and let the boy slip from his tight embrace. Riki kneeled before him and, with steady hands, released Raoul’s cock. Luckily, he was already used to Blondies’ anatomy and Raoul was no bigger than Iason. He blew hot air over his Master’s erection, just to hear him moan. At least, some sense of control he had to have, or otherwise, it would be no meaning to it. He licked the tip and then started to carefully wet the entire girth. He was shocked by Raoul’s hand seizing his hair.

- Forget about Academy lessons. Just do it!

Then Riki grabbed the Blondie’s cock and engulfed it in one swallow, to the hilt. He was again grateful to Iason’s careful training when it had come to oral sex. Otherwise, he would have choked on the enormous organ. Raoul’s increasing moans assured him that he was doing a good job. He let Raoul pound his throat, to use him to the fullest, without gagging. Damn conditioning! Even though this was not by far Iason’s sweet love making, that only driven by intense lust, managed to pound his throat like that, he felt his own dick growing harder. “He is not Iason! But for sure, he smells like him …” And Riki closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was Iason he had kneeled before, and this was just another night of lust and amazing sex. The secret idea almost made him spend himself in his sweatpants. Raoul increased his rhythm, releasing hot seed directly in Riki’s throat, that gulped carefully, until his Master was all dry. Strangely, Raoul’s fierceful grip on his hair now turned into a soft caress. He licked his lips nervously. Damn, he was going to have a sore throat! What now?

- You’re good, pet.

Pet. That was what he was. He was glad that Raoul rarely called him Riki, it made the twisted relationship between them to feel comfortably real. “That’s right. Keep your distance, Blondie.” Apparently, this was not the case tonight. Raoul made him get up and grabbed his stubborn erection, too visible through the soft material.

- You want this.

Riki remained with his eyes closed. “Iason, Iason…” Iason’s hands touching him. But it was hard to ignore Raoul’s clumsiness in dealing with his cock. He forgot for one second where he was and, impatiently, demanded:

- Don’t rub it so hard, it hurts.

Then he stopped his breath. Raoul could do anything he wanted. He could castrate him and turn him into a Furniture. He could kill him for just one word. Unless Riki would go nuts from so much pressure. Yet, Raoul stopped.

- Teach me how, Riki.

Fuck! It was all that came to Riki’s mind. “Don’t say my name!” He could not help one little self deprecating irony.

- So I am the one to teach you so you can seduce Iason.

“My Iason”, luckily, that didn’t escape his lips. Raoul didn’t mind, however.

- Yes. Go wash. I will expect you in my bedroom.



Riki washed his body angrily, as if he could have taken some layers of skin out of it, it would have made him feel better. That asshole of a Blondie! But one thing was sure: as long as he was here, he was still able to see Iason from time to time. And that counted a lot. He let the water pour on his face, and he allowed himself to cry a little.



Raoul was waiting in his bed, clad only in silk boxers. When Riki entered, clothed in the warm bathrobe, the Blondie thought that the dark haired pet was looking younger and more vulnerable than he had thought before. He patted the bed next to him:

- Undress and come here.

Riki complied and, a wicked thought crossing his mind, he climbed in the bed with feline grace, moving on his fours, and closing the distance between him and Raoul. “This game can be a little dangerous, Raoul!”, Riki grinned. Raoul looked entranced at the show displayed before his eyes. His angry gaze was caressing Riki’s arched back, the enticing buttocks, and the dark organ, shaking a little between the legs. He realized he loved Riki’s hair down there. It was so dark and curly and it invited him to touch. Which he did, letting his long fingers entangle in dark curls and pull a little, making Riki yelp. Riki took his hand and put it aside, then he climbed Raoul’s hips and bent to kiss his Master. He stopped before demanding lips.

- Do you have any ideas about what kissing is all about?

- Hmmm….

- Frankly, Raoul, did you even manage to get Iason hot and bothered, when you kissed him tonight?

- A … little.

- Ok, then we will start from here.

Riki let his lips brush over Raoul’s. The Blondie impatiently grabbed his mouth and pushed his tongue inside. Riki withdrew.

- Don’t rush things. Foreplay should last at least for a little while.

As there was no sign of irony in the youth’s voice, Raoul nodded and let Riki teach him. The dark mongrel kissed Raoul’s lips gently, and made him part his lips little by little. In the meantime, he began to caress the naked chest, reaching for the pink nipple, and tugging gently at them. He managed to make them fully hard, in the same time as he claimed the Blondie’s mouth, darting his tongue inside and exploring the sweetness there. It should not have felt so good, but it did. Raoul was very sensitive, and he could be instructed into becoming a great lover. Riki knew where all his teachings would go, but he thought that keeping Raoul happy would delay his demise, which he was not so eager to face. He got up just to take Raoul’s boxers off, then he asked hoarsely, his own erection obvious:

- Do you have anything here, that we could use as lubricant?

- Hmm…

Raoul was so far gone. He eyed Riki hungrily, and, if it had not been for his need to be taught, he would have just jumped the pet and got rid of the impossible throbbing between his legs. Riki just sighed exasperately and started to look around, until he found a bottle with some sweet smelling, creamy content.

- Is this ok?

Raoul looked somehow confused. That was very expensive. But it didn’t actually matter. He nodded. Riki let himself on the back on the bed and began preparing himself. Raoul looked in fascination how nimble fingers, lubricated with the expensive cream, disappeared inside the tight channel of muscles. Back and forth, back and forth, until Raoul groaned impatiently. No longer resisting, and not wanting to, he climbed on Riki.

- Raoul, you should be lubricated, too, it will be easier.

Rolling his eyes in despair, he let Riki’s expert hands put cream on his cock, as well. Then he just pushed himself in, taking Riki by surprise. The boy screamed a little, more from the shock, as he had done a very good job preparing himself, knowing Raoul would be clumsy at first. Raoul was now buried inside him and he froze. Riki almost felt like laughing, but his dick was also rigid, and humor did not sit well with his erection.

- You can move now, Raoul. Is this … your first time doing this?

- Yes.

The laconic answer came in one breath.

- You can fuck me hard. I know it is what you want now.

Raoul did not need anything else. He just pushed and pushed, relentlessly, only accidentally brushing over Riki’s prostate, making the boy moan in pleasure under him. It was over too soon and he let himself crush on Riki, trying hard to regain his breath. Riki patted him on the back, asking gently:

- Just a little, Raoul, I can hardly breathe.

Raoul mumbled half an apology and let the boy escape his weight. Riki was still hard, and Raoul looked at him a little puzzled.

- Why didn’t you came?

- Well, it is not that simple, Raoul. You do not just shove it in and expect wonders. It will take a while to teach you this. And I want to beg you something. Iason … he was always the top, so my professional guess is that he is a virgin down there. Please, do not jump on him until I finish teaching you.

- But, how can I make him feel good?

- You can let him fuck you.

The look of horror in Raoul’s eyes almost made Riki burst into laughter.

- Or, you can just resume at kisses … and other oral attentions.

- Ok, teach me about that. What you did to me tonight was exquisite.

- Raoul, deep throatting is not to be learned in one day.

Raoul’s rise of his aristocratic nose had the effect of tiny little pins on Riki’s ribs, making him laugh. The Blondie frowned and the pet stopped.

- We need something … oh, you did not buy me any dildos! And now we have to work with something!

- But we have something to work with, Raoul said, just shrugging.

- Raoul, Iason is too far gone to go down on you on his own accord, so me sucking you off again won’t help. YOU need to learn how to do it.

- Yes, I understood that! What do you think I am, a half wit?

Raoul looked offended, and it was Riki’s turn to look dumbfounded at him. The Blondie felt complied to explain, delivering all the words in one sitting:

- I will suck you off.

Riki was indeed surprised and Raoul just gestured him to come along. The pet stopped near the bed and Raoul came to sit on the margin, almost facing Riki’s half erect dick. Riki took hesitantly his organ and directed it to Raoul’s mouth.

- The idea is to suck, like you would with a lollipop. No teeth, just use your lips. And leave enough wetness, so it would slide easily.

Raoul seemed to be a fast learner, as he engulfed Riki’s dick in his mouth, and began sucking gently.

- Now, you can go on and apply a little more pressure with your lips. And suck inside a little more. You can also jerk me off with your hand while doing this.

The Blondie was a good student, and soon, Riki began to moan in pleasure.

- Yes, Raoul, like this. Oh, Jupiter, your mouth feels so good!

Raoul felt satisfied hearing the praise and he increased the speed of his ministrations. Riki’s breath came now short, ragged and he almost screamed:

- I’m near, Raoul, please take your mouth off so I can come!

But Raoul didn’t obliged to the last request and just pushed Riki’s cock inside his mouth as far as he could, causing the pet to lose his balance altogether. The mongrel came into the Blondie’s mouth, not having other alternative. He came hard and good, no regrets whatsoever. When he withdrew his dick from Raoul’s mouth, he saw the Blondie playing a little with his semen on his lips, then swallowing it, much to his surprise. Raoul explained:

- It is not bad at all. I wanted to see how it tastes like. But I think I need a drink now.

Riki looked at his Master, not knowing what to make of all that. Raoul stood up from the bed and kissed Riki, letting his hands roam a little over the lithe, muscular body.

- This is just amazing. Maybe I should have not preached Iason so much.

Riki nodded and turned to grab automatically a glass and Raoul’s favorite wine from the buffet. Upon turning with the drink, Raoul asked:

- How often you and Iason did it?

- Oh, every night.

- How many times … a night?

- Many. I don’t think I kept count.

- Amazing. I’m so tired now, I could sleep soundly till morning. Maybe that is why Iason is having trouble sleeping now.

- Is he?

Riki tried to remain composed, but he was so thirsty of information about Iason, that he could not refrain. Raoul looked at him cross eyed.

- Yes. He responded curtly, and Riki knew that was all that he would hear from his Master.

- May I go to my room?

- Yes, pet. Tomorrow, spend your day making yourself beautiful. Iason will be our guest.

Riki felt his stomach twist in excitement.

- And order yourself some leather pants and a jacket, like you used to wear in the slums.

- Why? The boy asked suspiciously.

- Just do it.

A last question was still in the air, hanging.

- Raoul, what do you need me for, if you want Iason to yourself?

- I don’t have to answer that.

- I see.

- But I will. I think you will act as a great aphrodisiac between us, until our relationship grows stronger.

- After that, you will get rid of me. Riki said it plainly.

- You don’t have to put it this way. I will make sure that you will not end up in a terrible place.

“Any place without Iason is a terrible place!” Riki’s mind screamed.

- Consider yourself lucky that I do not intend to terminate you anymore. And you succeeded doing that in just a few days. Who knows what the future holds for you?

Raoul’s last words, said derisively, made Riki’s heart jump.

- Who knows? A voice like snake grip encircled Riki’s ears. Maybe I, too, will fall in love with you and never let you go.