The first time

Barrie18, you can be really cute sometimes, you know? Really, really cute. But, please, don\'t mind my wining, it is good to have someone with a cool head around. Plus, thank you for the suggestion. Jishe, darling, I hope work will be over soon, and you will have more time to play. Blondie pets, appealing thought, yet, they seem to be so ... seme, so I guess I won\'t keep them in chains so much. CrimsonBlade, I hope you will quench your desire to murder me, like Seherezada (I hope I got the name right, in my language, this is how it is spelled), from the Arabian stories; so, next episode and my head still remains here. Ha, ha!











Yani set the table ceremoniously before Pelias, and the Blondie felt he was somehow mocked.

- And, after that, a lil’ bath, and I’ll tuck you away to sleep, Yani slurred the words, confirming Pelias’ suspicious on his misbehaviour.

- I can take care of myself, you know.

Yani just rolled his eyes.

- Too bad, your Majesty, I’d have loved to feed you myself. Put things in your mouth… and the mischievious look trailed over Pelias’ elegant features, resting on moist lips, nervously licked by an agitated tongue.

The mongrel gulped, caring too little about hiding his reaction when it came to study his real life sized fantasy that had taken the form of a sculptural Blondie.

- Why are you so lustful? Pelias asked, between taking little elegant bites. He was hungry as a wolf, but he managed to compose himself. It would have been demeaning to show such frialties, especially considering the audience.

- Hm, tough question, don’t you think?

Yani crouched next to the table, staring platfully, upwards to ‘his Blondie’.

- I’m young, and, by no means, ignorant of beauty. I usually get a hard on each time I’m next to an enticing piece of ass like you, Blondie.

The young Elite frowned, but felt a pleasant stirring in his loins, which caused him to adjust his position, nervously. Yani smiled smugly.

- Your equipment works just fine, you know. Too bad you’re not allowed to use it.

He got up whistling, like he did not care about anything in the world. He made sure to rest a little with his well formed bulge just inches from Pelias’ face, something that made the other blush. But he retracted soon enough, to Pelias’ visible relief, yet a little secret disappointment; for the first time in his life, Pelias had the chance to see another man’s package so close. And it was mind blowing. He sighed and drank a little water. Yani hurried with a napkin and wiped out slowly and softly the beautiful mouth.

- Do you want to wash now?

- Yes.

- I will have to chain you.

- What?

- Do you prefer to stink? The showers are down the hall.

Pelias’ mind was reeling. What was this mongrel talking about? He barely whispered:

- Are there any others … ?

- No, I took care of setting up an hour, so no one will bother us.

The Blondie felt relieved, but tensed again at the thought of being naked and alone with the sex fiend before him.

- Your call. I don’t mind going to bed early, Yani feigned disinterest, but sneakly stole glances in Pelias’ direction, praying inwardly for a positive answer.

The Elite decided to be dignified about it.

- Let’s go. But, I warn you, don’t try anything.

- Or what?

Pelias frowned, feeling trapped. He would be chained and naked, and the mongrel … Oh, Jupiter, the blood flushed his cheeks once more. Yani leaned and whispered in his ear, while playing with a strand of silky hair.

- I bet it’s a bummer to take care of all this gorgeous hair. Or we could cut it, so you won’t catch fleas.

The idea disgusted Pelias so much, that he got up from his chair, and affirmed:

- No, I will let you help me wash my hair.

Yani hid his triumph, by turning his back to rummage through the bag for some leather handcuffs. He threw a towel to Pelias.

- Get undressed and put this, so I can cuff you then.

He remained turned, allowing Pelias a little privacy when undressing. The Blondie fixed the towel around the slim waist, then coughed, to get his guard’s attention. Yani turned, taking a few seconds to lick with his eyes the chiseled upper body of the Blondie. The bulge in his pants stood up and proud, by he didn’t care to cover for it anymore. He cuffed the Blondie, strangely noticing that standing up, they were about the same height. He stared into grey soft eyes, in which alarm was growing:

- Didn’t rain much in your neighborhood, Blondie?

He leaned more and stole a playful kiss, flicking his tongue over full red lips. Pelias responded by opening his mouth as on cue, but Yani withdrew with a cruel laughter.

- Baby, you’re a fucking natural!

Pelias blushed again, angered by his own easy reactions. What was happening to him? “It must be this place”, but he knew that it was all a lie; it was actually his body that played the traitor part.



Yani uncuffed his hands in the showers, and then adjusted the water, while Pelias stood there, frozen, unsure about taking off his towel. The mongrel helped by dragging it down from his body and pushing him, from his back, under the spray of water. Pelias enjoyed the falling of water on his face, and closed his eyes. He felt Yani just behind his back, and, panicked, tried to turn. Strong hands encircled his waist and a husky voice warned:

- Don’t, I’m all naked, too.

That didn’t comfort the Elite too much, especially since an alongated erection was poking teasingly the cleft of his ass. His heart was thumping in his chest, and his breath became heavier. The steam from the showers did nothing to ease the tension he felt growing between his legs, and he let his legs part a little, so he could adjust to the mass expanding down there. Much to his surprise, Yani brought his hands up and caught his hair, lathing it with plenty of shampoo. It was not from the expensive stuff he was used to, but it did smell good and clean, so he was grateful. The hands began a gentle massage on his scalp, rinsing from time to time, until the cleaned strands were resting, heavy and wet on his back. Pelias drew a shallow breath when the hands moved away from his scalp and began soaping all his body. There was something so sensual in Yani’s movements that made his head spin; the tips of deft fingers were rising desire wherever they trailed, in circles, down to the navel, and beyond. When the mongrel reached for the Blondie’s no longer secluded treasure, a sensous gasp left Pelias’ lips, but Yani didn’t laugh. He grabbed the Elite’s erection and started stroking, while the other hand moved to part his buttocks, carefully washing the entrance to his secret place. Then a daunting finger got inside, and Pelias felt lost. He pushed his hands against the wall before him, so he could still himself from the trembling coursing his entire body. He was fingered and jerked off in the same time, with practised ease. Yani took his time to make Pelias all hot and bothered, and let go of handling him only when he felt that the Blondie’s need had become urgent. Only then he withdrew, leaving the Elite dashed and confused. Pelias turned, and stared into Yani’s lustful eyes.

- What … are you doing?

The smug look on the youth’s face spoke volumes.

- I want to hear you saying it.

- Say what?

- That you like this, being touched by the likes of me.

Pelias fell silent and his look traveled down, to Yani’s obvious erection. The mongrel was beautiful, his skin was even, and the muscles were beautifully proportioned. He felt a tightness in his throat, and the only sound emitted was some sort of a pleading growl that took even him by surprise. He pushed himself against the wall, scared by the sensation, but Yani came after him, embraced him and kissed him hard.

- That should do, even I wanted to hear you beg … your Majesty.

And Yani raised Pelias’ legs, so they would circle his slim waist, forcing the Blondie to steady himself, by grabbing his neck, and pushing his back against the wall shower. His dick had its own homing device and it found the waiting hole. He pushed a little too rough, as he had waited far too long for this, and Pelias whimpered, arching his back.

- Sorry, baby, it’s your first time, I know, I will make up for it.

He thrusted wildly, leaving Pelias’ too little time to adjust himself, and the Blondie felt like his ass was on fire, being stretched beyond what he thought it was possible. But soon, a secret spot inside him was struck right on the mark, and his painful whimpers transceded into soft grunts of pleasure. Yani pumped into him like an animal, while biting his neck and shoulders, sucking, leaving marks on the flawless skin, marks of love, of fleeting ownership. And Pelias allowed it, because never in his life he had experienced a thing like that, a sensation so alien, yet so pleasant, that it made the dark inside his closed lids transform into sparkles. Yani spent his youthful erection inside the Elite, with a loud growl, then he softly let Pelias down. He kept the Blondie in his arms for a while, then he slowly got on his knees, and reverently enclosed Pelias’ jutting dick in his palms. He kissed the engorged head, and the Blondie felt like he was about to die from the sensation. He was not prepared for the following; Yani took his dick in his mouth, circling it with hotness and wetness. Then he let go a little, making Pelias’ eager for more contact. Now more daring, the little Blondie pushed his erection forward, and Yani obliged, by taking it again in his mouth, engulfing it, and sucking it hard. It was enough, and, within minutes, Pelias felt an unfamiliar constriction in his testicles, and steadied Yani’s head with his hands, letting his manseed flow inside the willing throat. The mongrel gulped down the Elite’s release, and kept his hands tight on smooth thighs for what that was worth. When he finally got up, after carefully licking the young man’s softening cock, he was smiling. Yet, Pelias’ eyes were closed tightly, and Yani let a sigh escape his lips.

- No use pretending otherwise, your Majesty.

He leaned into the Blondie’s body and caressed his face. He kissed him and asked:

- Look at me.

Sleepy grey whirlpools bored into velvety brown.

- Blondie, you’ve been fucked. How was it?

- Hmmm….

- I guess I really need to put you to bed now. You look exhausted.

He carefully dried Pelias’ body, and himself, and then helped the Blondie into the pajamas he brought for him. The Elite was now nothing more but a sleepy kid, that let himself be carried away.



Iason was playing the morose character, and Riki could not give a rat’s ass about it.

- Not caring so much about being butt fucked whenever I please?

- Riki, let me go off these chains!

- Or what?

- Arhhhh….

- You know something, Iason, you are quite cute when you get angry. Maybe it will get me in the mood of fucking you again. What? Are you a little sore? Well, that didn’t stop you from fucking me every night into the next day!

- Riki, was it so bad for you?

- No, Iason, actually I loved how you couldn’t get enough of me. It was … just the fact that you treated me like pet trash.

- I’ve never considered you trash!

- Admit it, Iason, I was only a toy for you.

The sadness in Riki’s voice grew deeper.

- If this fails, if it were that things went back the way that were, that would be it for me. Back at square one.

- Riki, why do you regret it so much?

- What, being a pet?

- No. Falling in love with me.

- Because … you will never love me back.

Iason pondered.

- I guess it serves me right. For all the years I drew Guy on a leash, without me being in love with him.

Riki sighed and, much to Iason’s surprise, he uncuffed Iason from the wall. When Iason looked at him, he smiled sheepishly.

- You see, I am a gentle owner.

He didn’t get to turn his back and Iason was all over him. Riki steeled himself, prepared for a fight, but Tanagura’s golden boy was not interested in punching fists, but sharing kisses. That rained over Riki’s nape, hair, then on cheeks, eyes, lips, throat. Iason kept Riki in his arms like he never wanted to let him go. Then he pulled a little at Riki’s hair, making him look up.

- You just don’t know how wrong you are.

Riki snorted.

- What? Don’t you think Jupiter can be defeated?

- I wasn’t talking about that.

The black haired youth pondered for a while, threw a furtive glance towards Iason, opened his mouth, but then closed it back. Iason caressed his cheek and said:

- I won’t tell you the words, I will show you.

- What do you mean? Riki whispered, enthralled by long fingers caressing his skin.

- I will defy my God for you. Will that be enough?

And Riki did not know exactly what to say about that.



Guy was sitting on the ledge, right outside Dana Bahn, musing over lost and found. “What the hell got into Raoul? What got into you, Guy? Jumping at him like that!” Riki came next to him.

- Hey, what’s wrong?

- It’s … Raoul. He’s changed or something. I could barely speak to him.

- What do you mean?

- He’s mad. And he doesn’t let me touch him.

- Do you … want me to talk to Iason about it?

- If you want to, yes.

- Come with me.

Both mongrels entered Riki’s room, where Iason was sitting on a bed, concentrated on entering data into a handheld communication device. He didn’t rise his head.

- We still need the data from your mysterious contact, and the other Blondies.

- Speaking of other Blondies, Iason, do you know what’s wrong with Raoul?

When Iason saw Guy next to Riki, a shadow of uneasiness crossed his face. He could barely keep up from jumping from bed and, in one blow, to crush his rival. But he maintained his composure. Still he mumbled, mockingly, adressing to Guy:

- You fucked him, he fucked you, and you don’t understand?

- What is to understand? He doesn’t want me near him, Guy almost shouted, annoyed with Iason’s reaction. Whatever you want to say, spit it out!

- Ok. He’s crazy about you, and you don’t give a flying fuck.

- Iason, mind that language, where did you learn to speak like that! Riki warned, thoroughly amused.

Guy tensed, not knowing how to defend himself. Iason fixed his eyes on him.

- I can pass over the fact that you nearly killed me …

- It wasn’t personal, I didn’t know that was you!

- But if you hurt Raoul, …. I don’t think Riki will have the strength to keep you away from me.

Guy suddenly realised something. The promise!

- Thank you, asshole, he darted back at Iason, but he was happy.

He had a point from where to start saying sorry to Raoul.