The first time

Barrie18, jishe, I hope you won\'t throw eggs and rotten tomatoes on me for this one. I just thought it was funny! Thank you, barrie18, for reminding me of Katze. He\'s brilliant, isn\'t he?







Katze was standing at his desk, and, as always, his fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard. From the times when he had tasted first Tanagura’s secrets, long years had passed, and now, Katze was indulging in that fullfilling habit, with Iason’s approval, which, in a twisted kind of way, made it funny. Katze just could not believe his eyes: “So the little punk has perfect DNA … How Jupiter could let that slip?” But the infamous leader of the Black Market smiled, knowing she would not; his happy fingers and brilliant mind did the job of bringing it up to the surface. Maybe she had too much trust in her Blondie guardians, but, besides Iason, no one, ever, caught Katze with his pants down. These Blondies … Katze pondered, thinking how weird Iason’s last orders were. Just the other night, he made a delivery to Iason’s penthouse, and he was surprised to see the gloomy look of the apartment. He never questioned anything and that was a quality of his, largely appreciated. Yet, he had a moment with little Darryl, who looked really down. He promised him to bring the boy a new holographic game, to take his mind out of depression. “Oh, Iason, how do you get yourself in such a mess?”, Katze wondered, almost affectionately.



The night came again, and Riki was again blinded and chained, this time to the headboard.

- I cannot believe it, your first client, and he booked you for an entire week. The owner was very excited. Tell me, does he ask strange things from you?

- No, Riki answered curtly.

- Does he have sex with you?

- Yes.

- And how is his organ?

- As any other’s.

The owner whistled in disbelief, and Riki had his own questions.

- Does he look frightening?

- I guess you can say that, kid, but I’m not allowed to describe him to you. The thing that a robot like him asks for sexual pleasures is weird in itself.

- So he is a robot.

- Hm, it’s not exactly. Stop asking already.

And the owner caressed Riki’s ass, saying with regret:

- Too bad I am not allowed to touch you.

- What? Who forbids you? Aren’t you my owner?

- Too many questions, fuck toy.

The man resumed their conversation with a playful slap on Riki’s buttocks.

- Your client is here already.



A long caress on Riki’s back announced him that the ‘thing’ was present. Gently, he was positioned on his fours, and prepared for fucking. The intercourse went as slowly as before, and Riki moaned in pleasure, much to his horror. He was especially desperate about the conviction that the entire experience should have been hurtful, not pleasant. So he began rattling his chains, trying to escape the penetrating organ from his behind. And the alien stopped.

- What is wrong with you? I did not hurt you, did I?

He turned Riki with his face up, now being able to see the tears escaping the scarf.

- You did that yesterday, too. Why do you cry?

- I am not supposed to feel any pleasure with you!

- I’m very well endowed and I am trained to be a considerate sex partner. Your statement has no sense to me.

- You don’t know a thing about me!

The robot raised from the bed, and Riki could sense him walking around.

- Will you hurt me?

- No. But I want to listen to you, to understand.

- Why?

- I cannot bring myself to satisfaction unless my partner feels pleasure, too. I am programmed this way.

Riki remained silent for a while, and the robot talked again:

- If you cannot, I will talk with the owner of the brothel for another arrangement. I will let you be.

- Wait.

“Does it hurt to have one week of peace? Who knows how the others will be?” Riki pondered.

- I will tell you.

“After all, he’s just a stranger, who cares what he thinks? And I will not divulge any names, although the owner must have written all over the façade who he has here”.

The alien positioned himself between Riki’s legs and penetrated him gently, for the second time. Riki felt uneased.

- What are you doing? I thought you were going to listen.

- I will be slow, don’t worry. You talk.

Although it was pretty weird, Riki started.

- I was not always a pet. I used to live in the slums, with my pairing partner.

- A sex partner?

- Yes, and more. Anyway, he got sick one day, and I had no money for the medicine.

Riki sighed from the memory, but also from the gentle fucking that was soothing to some extent.

- So I started to search for ways to gather money, but nothing paid that good. One night …

The alien waited for Riki to get over his emotions, remaining buried to the hilt, in his sexy ass.

- A limousine stopped near me, while I was cruising the streets here, in Midas. I was asked by the driver to get in and, I got face to face to an Elite.

- Your master?

- My former master. Do you know who he is?

- I have an idea, but rest assured, I have no interest in saying to others what you want to share with me.

“He is a robot, why would he lie?”

- He asked me to perform for him, and I did…

The memory released a surge of pleasure through the young body. A question came:

- You did it for the money?

- Yes, but not only. The man … he is beautiful, sexy as hell. I enjoyed it…

Riki felt the alien picking up the pace a little. “He likes hearing hot stories. What kind of a robot is that?”

- I knew that Elites didn’t fuck, but he took me.

- He broke the taboo.

- Hey, you promised you won’t say anything, Riki said, alarmed.

- Don’t worry, go on.

- The sex, it hurt, but it was also mind blowing. He paid me and I bought medicine for my boyfriend. But I had not stopped thinking about the Blondie. He made me all hot and bothered … Are you sure this is not boring?

The robot thrust a little harder, and Riki moaned.

- I find it exciting and I can sense that it is good for you to talk about it.

- I began fucking my boyfriend senseless, I jerked a lot, yet the man was still in my head. It was torture. I guess I didn’t know it back then …

- What?

Riki felt a little tension growing inside, but another grazing of the alien organ over his prostate threw him past his worries.

- Some time passed, and he played a dirty trick on me. He poisoned my boyfriend and made me crawl before him to beg for saving him.

- You became his pet.

- Yes, but I learnt the truth later on. Oh Jupiter, how much I hated him!

- What happened to your boyfriend?

- He was given to the doctor that saved him. And it was not actually bad, because it seems that his master fell in love with him. If only that could happen to me, too …

- Do you still hate your master?

- No.

- But he sold you. Why?

- I cheated on him, with a female.

- Did you love her?

- I’m not sure, it was all new to me, and I guess I didn’t knew how to fend off her charms. Maybe I was just a fool.

- How was it, with your master?

- Oh, you cannot believe it, the times we had in bed. I had never had so much, so intense sex in my entire life. The man is a sex god.

- If you were so lustful for your master, why did you chase that female?

- Because … I never wanted to be a pet. If my master would have asked me if I wanted to be his lover …

- Would you have said ‘yes’?

Riki cast down his head.

- It’s complicated. I wanted to be free. But he collared me, leaving me without a choice.

- Do you love your ex-boyfriend? Is that keeping you from asking your master’s love?

- No, it’s not that. I care about my pairing partner, but actually …

- It is the second time you stop, why?

Riki thought: “The hell with that! He’s a robot, who will listen to some words a whore told them”.

- It was my master I fell in love with, Riki whispered in just one breath.

The alien started fucking him faster, making Riki moan in pleasure.

- You have your eyes covered. Imagine that you are with him, and say the words.

The mongrel thought that was quite perverted, but he needed emotional release.

- I’m sorry for what I did, I love you, Iason.

And he began spurting his seed on his belly, while the alien spent himself into his writhing body.

The scarf came off, and Riki gasped seeing the thing before him. His body and face were covered in suple metal, and the eyes looked like two whirpools of liquid amber, burning.

- What are you? He whispered.

The alien grabbed one of Riki’s arms, uncuffed it, and brought the paralyzed hand to his own nape.

- There’s a button there, push it.

Riki complied, like in a trance.



The moment a click was heard, shreds of metal began falling from the alien’s body and face. Riki screamed, frightened, and closed his eyes. “This freak commits suicide here!”

A familiar voice penetrated his hearing.

- Open your eyes, Riki!

The boy blinked repeatedly, not believing his own eyes. He opened and closed his mouth several times. Finally, he muttered:

- Iason, you cocksucker!

And Iason laughed.

- I am your sex god, so mind that language.

A growl of displeasure came from Riki’s throat.

- You tricked me again, you asshole! I fucking hate you!

- You love me.

- In your dreams!

Riki’s rant was stopped by hungry lips.

- I missed you, Riki, words were muttered between kisses, and Riki grabbed Iason’s hair with his free hand, while biting the Blondie’s lips.

- Fuck me, asshole, he asked.



Jishe, dear, I did not want to spoil the fun, so I\'m saying it here: you were right, Iason is the client!