The first time

Barrie18, dear, you don\'t drive me crazy, you make my day. I guess not many authors have such an insightful reader, and, for that, I am grateful. Jishe, thank you so much for the suggestion ;)



Iason was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands crossed in his lap. He was thinking about Jupiter’s “invitation” that he knew he could no longer postpone. Riki sensed his Master’s trouble, becoming suddenly aware of the fact that Iason might knew something about his illicit affair. He came closer to Iason and, more of guilt than of fear, he circled the Blondie’s waist with his arms, resting his head on a broad shoulder:

- What’s wrong? He dared asking, but Iason remained silent, his eyes fixed before him.

Riki could hardly repress a tremble, thinking again that he could have been discovered. Probably for the first time than he had begun taking Mimea, he thought that Iason’s reaction would be impossible to predict in terms of cruelty. He felt a pang of guilt, but, more over, like a worm eating at his heart, telling him that there was something more than guilt. Fear? Of course, Iason could have the boy put to death anytime he wanted; the mongrel would endure any torture, any cruel and unusual punishments, until the soul would leave the wretched body. Yet, it was something new, a dwarfen star trying to rise at the horizon of his heart, but Riki quenched it, a new kind of fear nesting in his upper belly. “No! It can’t be it!”, because he just had to revolt somehow, to break the chains keeping him tied to Iason, because he felt a rebellious elation, knowing he disobeyed his master. “I’m nothing but a slave to him! We’re not like Raoul and Guy!”, and that was a thing that he promised to himself he won’t forget. Yet, he clenched his arms around Iason with so much fervor that he managed to draw the Blondie’s attention. Iason felt moved by his pet’s sudden manifestation of affection and tried to calm the boy, not suspecting at all the whirlpool of emotion in the boy’s heart.

- I have to go, Riki, I’m afraid I cannot stay any longer, Iason said gently and freed himself from the embrace, just to turn and kiss Riki on his lips.

Riki begged, despite himself:

- Only a little, let me just hold you only a little…

“Why you are being so gentle to me?”, Riki asked himself. If Iason had been hard on him, he would have found the seeked satisfaction in Mimea’s sweet kisses. But now Iason was less of a master, and more of a lover, and Riki could not deny the pleasures he got from being cherished so much. And he knew that, somehow, along the lines, their life together expanded outside the bedroom. When they sat together at the table, a happy Darryl chirping recommendations for dinner, Riki caught not only once Iason looking at him, chin in his hand, a gaze so intense that almost made Riki rise from his chair and to go to his master, just to kiss him. He used to blush, and that caused an appeased smile appear on Iason’s lips, that Riki failed to notice, his eyes cast down in embarassment. Or when they were having bath together, and Iason took so much care in washing him thoroughly, like he would have done with a child, Riki also enjoyed having Iason’s hair entangled around his arms. “It is so long! Someone could strangle you with it!” “Are you worried for my safety?”, but Riki remained silent, thinking that something bad happening to Iason was no longer one of his secret dreams.

Iason held Riki a little, and the mongrel kissed Iason on his cheeks with reverence.

- Take care of yourself.

- Now usually that is something that a master would say to his pet, and not the other way around, but I will take care, Riki, for your sake, Iason answered, amused.



Before the door of the ivory tower dominating the most imporant building in Tanagura, Iason drew a long breath, and then he entered, his beautiful face as impenetrable as ever. He was surprised to see Raoul there, resting on one chair, but the rest of the room was empty.

- Raoul, were you summoned, too?

But, before he could receive an answer from his friend, Jupiter activated the interface she used to communicate with her sons, and both Blondies bowed in reference. Her electronic voice penetrated the room.

- Welcome.

Iason and Raoul took their places and waited for Jupiter to start. Yet she seemed to be checking them out, her almost wordly appearance looking concerned.

- My favorite Blondies caused ruckus lately in Tanagura. Can you tell me why you two chose to despise me, by taking mongrels as pets?

Per promised, Iason was the first to respond.

- We needed a diversion. Tanagura pets can become too boring.

- Are you saying my tastes in entertaining you are something to be laughed at?

Iason flashed one of his gorgeous smiles.

- Not at all. But we are your best, and our tastes must always be above the rest. You made us special.

- Above, I can understand, but lower, or lowest of the low, I can’t.

- These mongrels are very entertaining. They gives us, through their imperfection, the sense of superiority that you endowed us with.

- Imperfection, you say?

Suddenly, on a lateral screen, results of Raoul’s latest discovery were displayed. Raoul could not surpress a gasp.

- What’s this? Iason asked.

- This is the work of your curious friend. Your mongrel, according to Raoul’s research, has perfect DNA.

Iason remained silent, not knowing what to say. Jupiter spoke again.

- Raoul, you will destroy all these tests and you are never to enterprise something like this ever again. Both of you, find a way to get rid of your mongrels, my patience will not last forever. No matter what kind of result can be obtained from crossing your mongrel’s genes and that of an Academy pet, I am not interested in.

Both Iason and Raoul froze.

- What do you mean? Iason asked, in a low tone.

Jupiter’s voice seemed tinged with malevolence:

- I gather you didn’t knew?

On the screen there were now images of an extatic Riki, impaled in the body of a beautiful female pet, her arms encircling his neck. Iason watched in perverted fascination how his pet was spending his perfect genes into that woman. Raoul felt the room spinning.

In cold voice, Iason spoke:

- Can we beg our leave?

- Yes, you can. But remember, in Tanagura, my name equals order, and I will not tolerate your proclivities for too long.

Both Blondies bowed and Jupiter disappeared.



On the way back, Raoul was trying in vain to appease Iason’s anger.

- He is a fool, but please talk to him first, I beg you.

- I have nothing to talk to that backstabber good for nothing pet! And you don’t beg me anything, your advice didn’t work with a rebellious piece of trash like him!

- What are going to do?

- I’m going to tame his disobedience out of him. Riki is in for the punishment of his life!

Raoul grabbed his friend’s arm, but Iason pushed him away.

- I guess Jupiter is right. I will discard him, but not before I will make him understand who he belongs to.



Raoul remained motionless for a while. He knew he had to save Guy from this mess. “Even if I have to part with him forever”, he thought bitterly.



In the penthouse, Riki was musing over the latest events. He thought he loved Mimea, yet he had to let her go. It was a miracle, however, that Iason had not found about her so far, and Riki believed the chances were slowly increasing. Some foul mouthed pet would talk, and, after that… So he took a decision. Tomorrow he would talk to Mimea about ending the affair. He cursed himself for getting into such a crazy mess. He pushed himself angrily from the bed and slammed his fist into a wall. The pain numbed his self deprecation, but he mumbled:

- You stupid fool!

- You can say that again, Iason’s cold voice caught Riki by surprise.

“He knows”, it was Riki’s latest thought, before Iason caught him by the hair, threw him on the bed, and began slapping him across the face with powerful blows. He took the beating trying to surpress any sound, his eyes tightly closed.

- Why, Riki, why? The hurt in Iason’s voice spoke volumes.

“He’s jealous”, Riki realized, but it was too late, and soon he was chained to the headboard. Iason raised from the bed just to take off his organ and rip Riki’s clothes and then he pushed himself into his pet, angrily. Riki bit his lips until blood began to flow, but Iason instructed cruelly:

- You should let yourself cry, because this is how it is going to be from now on.

The sudden feeling of constriction in his balls informed Riki that Iason was using the ring. He was hard beyond belief while being raped relentlessly, and he finally cried:

- Please, Iason!

- You can beg and you can crawl, but there is nothing I enjoy now more than your suffering.

Riki could not come. The rape seemed to extend to hours, but his impossibly engorged organ found no release. Every muscle in his body was stretched, his mind only a wound, and he could only think about one thing. He had to come!

Finally, Iason released himself in Riki’s tight entrance. The comment bit hard.

- If I had known how pleasurable it is to take you while I use the ring, I would have done it earlier.

He looked down on the suffering body, with a sense of cold satisfaction.

- You want to come?

- Yes, Iason, please!

- Look at me!

Riki opened his wet eyes, and the pleading in his look was clear.

- Then tell me why!

- Because …

- I’m waiting, but can your penis endure it any more?

- ….

- You wanted to defy me? You couldn’t help it? You wanted to know how a woman feels like?

- Because I wanted to be free!

Iason stored the response for later analysis. He bent over Riki and stroke his organ raw. He let the ring restriction go, and Riki ejaculated forcibly, causing more pain than pleasure. Then, Iason brought his hand to Riki’s trembling lips and ordered:

- Lick my hand clean, I don’t want your dirty mark on me.

Riki obeyed, sobbing.

- Rest assured, pet. This is just the beginning of your punishment. It will end when I will grow tired of you. Then, I’ll sell you to a brothel, provided you can still be of any use.

Riki cried hoarsely, hearing the words. He was beginning to understand the feeling of loss.