The first time

Sorry, guys, I will deviate in this one a little, for the sake of driving home a point. Barrie18, again, the ball is on the field with you. Never happy? Just kidding, bring your ideas forward, as I tend to neglect some aspects from time to time. JDragonscribe, thank you for reading, and, don\'t worry, comment when you feel like it.





- What’s with them, Blondies?

- Boss, they are complaining. They really sound like spoilt brats, they seem to not be able to have anything done by themselves.

- Ok, ok, no problem. I have a solution, just get everyone in the atrium, downstairs.



The murmur in the large hallroom stopped once Riki and Guy were sitted.

- As you all know well, we had to isolate the Blondies from one another, so we could prevent them from schemming anything. At the apropriate moment, we will use their heads, but getting all the necessary information is still in pending. We need to ensure their well being, for the moment, at least.

- Why should we humour these bastards?

Riki smiled crookedly.

- You seem to forget who is the real enemy here. The Blondies can help us, and I truly believe in showing them the carrot, rather than the stick. The temporary shut down we played on Jupiter during the operation cannot be reiterated once again; that was necessary so we could take her precious sons out of her comfort zone.

- Do you really think she would not choose other Blondies for fulfilling her empty spaces?

- Hm, it seems that hardly anyone pays attention when I explain how her system works. These Blondies, that we have here, are like her organs and limbs. They were created from birth to serve a certain purpose. For the moment being, with them here, carefully tucked away, Jupiter is nothing more but a ghost in the machine.

Riki’s voice sounded equal and precise. No one dared to question any further.

- If we want to re-invent our system, to regain our world, we need them functioning. These Blondies are the key to turning the tides in our favor. Once we are able to cleanse the evil spirit from the system, … Amoi will become a different world.

A younger mongrel, with big brown eyes, from the crowd asked, with a glint of mischief in his eyes:

- So what do we do with them?

- I have a proposition for you. We need volunteers to handle them. As you well now, Blondies have Furnitures, personal servants that take care of them. We need people to fill those positions, or we will end up with some pretty depressed Blondies.

- Bullshit, let them wipe their ass on their own! An older man boomed angrily.

- I’ll do it, the first youngster came forward one step. Can I choose whom to take care of?

- Yes, you can. Me and Guy will take care of their Number One and Number Two. Are there any others?

While the older men were grumbling unsatisfied, a bunch of other youngsters came closer to Riki’s table. Riki smiled. The others just had to put up with his decision.



The brown eyed kid was striding the hall towards the cell where ‘his Blondie’ was being held. Another young mongrel was sauntering beside him:

- Do you think they are dangerous?

- Not so much here. Dana Bahn somehow is dampening their formidable powers. But you should still watch your back.

- They are so beautiful!

- Yes, they are fucking gorgeous. That’s why I volunteered. Let the old farts grumble, because I am going to get my hands on a perfect chiseled body, and experience a little honey dipping.

The mischievous glint was back in his eyes.

- But … we are not supposed to touch them, I guess.

- Not forcibly, I think. But I have to take care of my Blondie, which means I will bathe him, and feed him, and keep him warm … No one will know where my hands are when the beauty is asleep.

- You are so daring! Please take care!

- You too. I guess a little bit of ass groping didn’t hurt anyone.



The door opened with a shriek. The young Blondie opened his terrified grey eyes and withdrew in one corner, making the chains rattle. These walls seemed to be crushing down on him, he felt weak and powerless, and that caused panic to surge through his veins. Since their abduction, he jumped in terror from any sound. More slender and a little shorter than most Blondies, he had always thought that he needed more time to grow to fit well with the others. Now, his eyes were pointed at the mongrel entering the room, asking inwardly, if these were his last moments. But the youngster just grabbed his chains and uncuffed his hands and legs with feather like movements. The Blondie rubbed his wrists, concentrating on the rubbing, not daring to look up. He rose his head startled when he heard the mongrel talk:

- Hi, I’m Yani.

Dumbfounded, the Blondie just stared.

- I’m here to take care of you. Do you have a name?

- Yes, I’m Pelias Erin.

Then, he fell silent again, not knowing what to do with his hands, or his tongue. In the meantime, the mongrel changed the sheets on the bed, and thoroughly beat the pillow.

- Come here, it is much more comfortable than on the floor.

The Blondie approached tentatively, not knowing what to make of it. Suddenly, the mongrel grabbed his hand and directed him towards the bed. He got up into the bed, deciding to listen for the time being. The mongrel didn’t let go of his hand, and it felt strangely warm and real. The boy took out of his bag a brush and commanded, softly:

- Turn around, I have to brush your hair.

And so he did, and he had to admit that the mongrel’s hands were deftly and precise, careful to not pull at his hair, where the strands were too entangled. Yani, on the other hand, enjoyed it very much. He let his fingers travel through silky hair, and, taking advantage of the fact that Pelias was turned, he inhaled from time to time the sweet smell coming from the Blondie’s nape. “Yes, this is like fucking heaven.”, he mused, wondering for a moment how it would be to have a creature so perfect, close to his body … All those nasty thoughts gave him a hard on, but that was about his natural state almost all the time when he was not busy doing something. He had liked this Blondie since they had brought them in; while others were whispering and cursing, he enjoyed the display of masculine beauties before his eyes. And he was not the only one; other boys in the dormitory that night commented on how perfect the Blondies were. Not only one sexy comment was exchanged, sexual innuendo being an advantage of being young and carefree. Now he had his hands on his chosen beauty and his heart was thumping in his chest. Without being aware of his actions, he leaned and brushed his lips over a perfect alabaster nape, while brushing the Blondie’s hair to one side. Pelias jumped, startled:

- What are you doing?

- I’m sorry, Pelias, you’re just so beautiful and I felt the need to kiss your skin.

The Blondie had flushed cheeks, and he felt like an electrical surge surged through his veins.

- You are not allowed to touch me! You’re a mongrel!

But Yani did not seem to be taken aback by the reaction. He got up from the bed and took out his shirt slowly, making Pelias gasp. The shy Blondie had seen pet shows, but the spectacle before his eyes was so sensually raw, that it felt like grazing on his nerves. Yani reached for Pelias’ hand and placed it on his chest.

- Can you pretend this is not pleasant?

The voice was seductive, making Pelias tremble.

- We are not supposed to … feel that, he mumbled, confused.

Yani reached for his nape and dragged him into a soft kiss, just brushing over his lips.

- No one will know, it is between you and me.

And Pelias let himself dragged into a sweet tender kiss, something he had never experienced. Yani climbed on him on the bed, and let his wicked tongue slid inside. The Blondie was easy, he thought, but that didn’t make it any less arousing. He arranged his erection so it could fit the Blondie’s long shaft that felt hard through silk fabric. He dryhumped the secret object of his desires. He sneaked a hand between Pelias’ legs, but the Blondie got tensed and tried to push on his shoulders. Yani let go immediately. “Virgins! Always leave them hanging, still wanting to be seduced!” He rose from Pelias’ body, and put his short on, like nothing happened. He adjusted his erection in his pants, with a playful smile, watching the disheveled Blondie that was staring at him with wide eyes, moist lips, a half opened mouth.

- Don’t worry, if you don’t want it, it won’t happen.

- I don’t, came the sharp reply.

Yani strode towards the door. He turned to bow mockingly.

- Dinner will be served in half an hour, Majesty.

Then he left, letting Pelias to deal with an obvious erection. “You will beg for it, Blondie! And when that happens, I will give it to you hard!” Yani thought, smiling, while rushing for the showers. Always have the time for a quick jerk off session, that was his motto.



Iason was staring bluntly before himself. He felt Riki’s hands encircling his waist from behind, like so many times before. When they were master and pet; except now, he was the one in chains, and Riki was taking his sweet time handling him.

- You and your men are in big trouble, Riki.

- Ihm, was the only answer, while a rogue hand was caressing the cleft of his naked ass.

- I’m serious.

- So am I. Now buck your hips a little, so I can enter you.

And Riki didn’t wait and buried himself in Iason’s body, making them both whimper from long awaited wanton. The ancient rhythm made them move together again; Iason threw his head on his back, letting Riki desecrate his perfect body.



Guy put the food plate in front of Raoul, coming in peace.

- Guy, it won’t work.

- Riki knows his job.

The mongrel caught the Blondie’s chin, reaching for a kiss, but an angry hand pushed him away.

- IT won’t work.

- Oh, so you mean …. Us?

- You have Riki. Go tag along or something.

- It’s not like you to act like this. Are you mad about the abduction?

- How are my bretheren?

- They are being taken care of. Do you really want me gone?

- Yes, the answer came through clenched teeth.

“Come back when you know where your heart is”, but the words didn’t leave Raoul’s lips. Guy got up heavily, but, before heading for the door, he grabbed Raoul, plastered him against the wall, and kissed him hard, bruising his lips. Then he let go, angrily.

- You know, Raoul, I may be a brute sometimes.

The menace poisoning the air, he left.