The first time

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Riki receives a visit from Katze; Iason shows Raoul how the taste of fire feels.



It was late in the night when Riki heard a knock on the door. Not strong, not impatient, but coming down in regular, equal strokes. “Who could be?” He got out of the bed, thanking Jupiter that Guy was in a profound sleep, and went to the door. He cracked it open just a little, but he escaped a little cry of surprise. Right in front of him was standing Katze, a cigarette hanging on one corner of his mouth, asking him in a low tone:

- Guy’s asleep?

- Yes… I get out right now.

- Take your jacket, we’re going for a walk.

Riki grabbed some pants and his leather jacket and got out the door, making sure to be quiet, so Guy would remain asleep. He followed Katze, without a word, and they walked together, in silence, for a while. Katze was the first to break the silence:

- You are a quiet man, Riki. He will maybe like that.

- Who? Asked Riki, tensing up, knowing deep down, not hoping, but sensing, of whom was Katze talking about.

Katze laughed bitterly:

- Don’t play the fool, Riki, it’s not your style.

- Blondie. Riki said curtly. Why? I won’t say a word. You know damn right I won’t, Katze! Do you have any idea what happened back then?

- I figured. No need to tell me.

Riki’s cheeks grew red, so he was grateful for the dark. He tried to sound composed:

- So, if that is why you’re here, to get assurance from me… then why are we still walking?

Katze stopped and turned towards Riki.

- What I am about to say to you right now can cost me everything, and I do not mean only my position on the Black Market, shit, I do not mean only my life.

Riki shuddered, feeling a little queasy. What could make this strong man in front of him so fearful? He gulped for air and dared asking:

- Why are you so afraid?

- Do you have any idea who that was? Unless the night had been so dark, Riki could have seen the bitterness written all over Katze’s features.

- A Blondie.

- No, Riki, not just “a Blondie”, but “the Blondie”. His name is Iason Mink, he is the head of Tanagura Syndicate, and he rules Amoi, in all its shades of grey.

Riki clunched a hand on his stomach, feeling ready to spill out his guts.

- What does he want with me? Guy ?! Riki almost cried. Katze, please, make sure, Guy has to be safe… Riki was already talking eratically, panting, right on the brink of a panic bout.

- I haven’t spoken yet, why are you so worked up? Katze asked, rather matter of factly, knowing how much Riki cared about Guy’s safety. I am going to tell you this once: he does not want you dead, or Guy, but do not think that you are safe.

- What are you talking about? Katze! Riki pleaded.

Katze sighed and threw the cigarette bud on the ground, stumping it a little with his right foot.

- He wants you, Riki. If you want to be safe, leave, hide, do whatever it takes, and maybe, with time, he will forget about you. Although I doubt that.

They were just under a street light, and Riki saw the strange look on Katze’s face. It was a combination of longing, and sadness, and the Black Market leader seemed so resigned, that made him tremble.

- I can’t, Katze. Guy is too weak, yet. I cannot leave him behind.

Katze let out another sigh.

- You’re a fool. You’re right, but you’re still a fool. If you leave Guy behind, he will use him to make you come to him. Do not underestimate him, Riki.

- Oh! Jupiter! Riki cried in frustration. How much time do I have?

- If any.

- Do you mean that he could kidnap me right this instant?

- If he so pleases… Riki, make no mistake, he will do it how he wants it. I came to you because I knew that the moment was a little postponed.

- Why me?

Katze nodded in disbelief:

- Who knows, Riki, maybe it was your destiny.

And then Katze did something Riki did not expect. He hugged him and held him close for a few moments, then released him with regret. Riki grabbed Katze’s hand and asked:

- Why are you under his thumb? Why don’t you run?

Katze’s hand raised like on its own, in an almost affectionate caress, to touch his scar.

- I used to be Iason’s furniture.

Riki felt his gut turning upside down.



Katze entered the car, and lit up another smoke. He waited for the man to talk.

- How is he?

- Frightened.

- Good, then it’s time to reap what I sow.



Riki returned to the bleak apartment him and Guy shared and felt, in one instant, that something was wrong. A chilly whisper crawled on his skin, and he rushed to the bed. Guy was there, but something was strange about him. He looked like a crash test dummy and Riki, scared to the marrow of his bones, grabbed his shoulder, to wake him up. He just whispered his name:

- Guy… Guy… Guy! He started screaming for good, not caring about the noise anymore.

Guy was just lying there, like dead. Riki grabbed one wrist and felt a faint pulse.

“This isn’t good, this isn’t good, what should I do?” He grabbed the cellphone and called the doctor he had summoned before for Guy. Frantically, he began speaking:

- It’s Guy, he is barely breathing, please, I am begging you, come, I’m paying you royally, please! Please!

Within minutes that seemed like long hours to Riki, the doctor was there.

- I hope you have the money, he grumbled.

Riki took the money from his stash and threw them at the doctor.

- Take them all.

The doctor looked at the money with disbelief:

- Where did you get this?

- It does not concern you, see what’s with him.

The man consulted Guy, took out his medical utensils and performed some tests. But he began frowning more and more, and, after many hours, he just got up and said:

- I’m sorry, kid, but it’s out of my league. And I don’t think anyone here can help you. Maybe just in Tanagura… but that is surely out of your league.

- Please, man, you got to do something, what will happen to him?

- He does not have much time.

- What? What do you mean? Tears were glimmering in Riki’s eyes, but he struggled to remain whole.

The doctor just looked sideways and said, in a low tone:

- He’s dying.





Riki colapsed on the floor, next to the bed and Guy’s unmotioned body. Like a robot, he took the strange communication device that Katze gave him and called.

- Katze, Guy is dying. Take me to the Blondie.

He didn’t know what else to do.



Katze’s personal vehicle stopped in front of Riki’s apartment. Riki took Guy in his arms, despite his weight, and placed him gently in the back of the car. Then he entered, too.

- What do you plan to do?

- Just beg him to save Guy. I really hope you meant it, Katze, when you said he is interested in me. I hope that what he wants from me is enough, in his eyes, to save Guy’s life.

Riki’s voice sounded placid, almost lifeless. Katze felt sorry for him, but he know he could not do anything. “When Iason orders….”

- You do realize that he can take everything from you, without having to pay you back.

- I’m willing to take that chance, it’s the only one I have.

Katze ignited the engine, and pushed a button on the communicator. The fly was caught, now it was going to be devoured.



Raoul was standing face to face with Iason, pondering what was on his friend’s mind. He was quiet, and he did not bother, so far, asking him why he summoned him at his penthouse, in the wee hours of the morning. Yet his patience was coming to a halt.

- Why am I here, Iason?

- You will see.

Iason smiled one of his gorgeous smiles, that Raoul knew so well. It was the type that Iason showed when he was about to win. His face was truly gleaming with passion, something that Raoul envied about his friend, he looked … alive, like Raould never could.

Katze’s face appeared on the monitor.

- We’re here.

Raoul watched in amazement the monitor that switched to the video camera that was installed inside the elevator. Katze was accompanied by a young, dark haired mongrel, that held in his arms what seemed to be a lifeless human form, covered in blankets, from head to toes. Little of that person’s face could be seen, and Raoul did not know what to make of all the situation.

- What is this, Iason?

- Well, Raoul, I just had to up the ante a little with you. So I am providing you with a challenge that I am sure your brilliant mind will be happy to confront.

- On Jupiter, what do you mean? Who is that?

- I think you know, Raoul. That is my future pet.

- Who is the dead person?

- That is your future pet.

- Iason, have you lost your mind? You killed his boyfriend? We, as Blondies, should be an example of morale and high standards, you are tresspassing the line! Iason, what are thinking, giving me a dead pet?!

- Oh, he is not dead yet. Let’s see how your highly honed skills in medicine will deliver him from the dead.

Raoul wanted to say something more, but the door opened, and the three men entered the room.



Riki was too concerned with Guy’s state, to be overwhelmed by the luxury around him. He saw another Blondie, with softer features, next to Iason. This one was incredibly beautiful, as well, but Riki could not care about anything in the entire world. He had been so messed up, that he had not questioned how he could be received by such high society representatives, at that hour. Katze spoke first:

- Lord Mink, Lord Am, Riki is here to ask for your kindness.

Iason, his poker face on, gestured:

- Let him speak.

Riki fell on his knees, and, with his head bowed, began his plea:

- Master (a little conversational aspect that Katze had taught him before their arrival at the penthouse), I am here to give my life to you. I know that I am in no position of making any requests, but my friend here is very sick, and he can only be treated here.

Iason smiled inwardly and motioned right next to Raoul, whispering in his ear, so that no one else could here:

- Don’t you feel a stirring in your loins, hearing this wild creature call you “Master”?

Raoul gasped, and he nervously looked at the form left on the floor, next to Riki. Strands of chestnut hair were coming out, and Raoul thought, a little dazed, that he wanted to examinate the color more. The face was pale, and the eyelids almost blue. He jumped a little when he heard Iason talk:

- What makes you think you have something I want?

Riki felt his blood rushing to his soles. What if Katze was wrong? He was not wanted there. He began trembling and he just crawled on the floor, crying. He begged, shamelessly:

- Please, Master, I will do anything you want! Please, save him!

Raoul, feeling sick with the show, grabbed Iason’s hand and whispered angrily in his ear:

- Cut this short! The man needs help, or it will be too late!

- So, we have a deal?

- Yes, Iason, just finish this tantrum already!

Iason spoke loudly:

- Up from the floor, pet. Wipe your tears. My friend here, lord Am, is the best doctor on all the planet. He will take care, in his infinite kindness, of your friend.

Riki did not even move for a few seconds, not believing his ears. But he was waken from his stupor by Raoul, who passed by him and lifted Guy like he was just lifting a feather.



Guy was placed on a large sofa, and, with nimble gestures, Raoul began evaluating his state. Riki tried to get up and go near them, but he was grabbed by powerful hands and dragged to another sofa, a little further away. He wanted to fight, but he realized that he was in the hands of powerful Iason Mink. He stood still, while being carried like a toy.



Iason was gloating. The plan had been perfect. The little pet came to him, asking, no, begging to be collared. Now, Riki was in his arms, helpless, and, immensly indebted to him. He could have had the mongrel without all these, but Iason Mink enjoyed mind-fucking others more than anything in the world.

He put Riki on his lap, resting his shaft, half asleep, on the cleft of Riki’s ass. Riki was oblivious to anything else but the scene across the room, which gave Iason plenty of time of evaluating the mongrel.

It had been some time since Iason had him, in the backseat of his limousine. Riki’s face was now transceded with hope, and his eyes were bigger. They were pitch black, and Iason felt a sudden need to turn the boy’s head, and drown in that look; he resisted, though, as he knew enough fun was on his way. Now, in the soft light of dawn, coming from the large windows, he noticed how soft Riki’s skin looked like. That chocolate hue reminded Iason of an expensive desert he once had on a Aeon 5. He felt the need to taste it, from Riki’s throat, so he could compare. But once more, he denied his pleasure. “Later.”

Yet, he let his hands roam freely on Riki’s lithe body, through the clothes, seizing the boy up. He loved the feeling of taut muscles through the fabric. He reached the boy’s tighs and rested his palms there, inches away from his main point of interest, the nice bulge in front of the pants. Growing unpatiently, Iason demanded:

- How is it, Raoul?

- He will be fine, Iason, I just have to stabilize him. Just a few moments and we will be done.

Iason tapped with his fingers on Riki’s tighs, and when Raoul got up, he let out a meaningful sigh that was rewarded with a reproachful look from Raoul.

- Katze, take him to my apartment, I will watch over his recovery.

“Why did he do that? Why didn’t he ordered to be taken to the hospital?” Raoul mused over his sudden interest in a chesnut haired young man, coming right from the slums. He was taken aback by Riki’s reaction that jumped from Iason’s lap and ran to Raoul.

- Thank you, thank you so much!

Iason looked very displeased and ordered:

- Katze, you heard Raoul.

Riki barely had the time to squeeze Guy’s hand, before he was taken away from him. Raoul motioned to follow them, but Iason asked:

- Raoul, please, prolong your visit a little, I want to show you something.



Now Riki was alone with two Blondies. Some harsh realization hit him, seeing how his looks contrasted with everything around him. He didn’t know what to do, so he was just closing his fists nervously, not daring to look up. “What now?” but he did not dare to speak out loud.

- Pet, take off your clothes.

Iason’s voice fell like ice shards on Riki’s skin, but it was not the time to be reluctant. They saved Guy, so he would do whatever they said. He undress slowly, trying to be a little more sensual, knowing Iason’s tastes, but he clearly seemed out of his comfort zone, which made Raoul comment:

- Iason, I am not in the mood for a pet show.

- Raoul, I want to show you.

Iason moved behind Riki’s back, and grabbed his waist with one arm. He used the other hand to lift up his chin.

- Come here, Raoul.

The position was strange for Riki, and his face grew red when he saw the other Blondie eyeing him with growing interest.

- He blushes, how cute, Raoul remarked. I guess I am beginning to see what you mean, Iason. Maybe I will forgive you, after all.

Raoul was not untouched by beauty and Iason knew exactly how to turn him on and push his buttons. He invited his friend:

- You can touch him.

Raoul brought a hand to Riki’s face, to get a strand of unruly dark hair out of his eyes.

- His face is so warm, and his hair… it has a pure color, Raoul continued.

Riki grew hot under the Blondie’s touch. This one was different, he could tell. Raoul used both hands to caress the mongrel’s body until they reached the soft organ and the sac beneath. The Blondie gently handled him, and Riki moaned, much to his horror:

- On Jupiter, he is so sensitive!

Iason was very pleased.

- Do you want to know how fire tastes, Raoul?

Raoul stopped and looked Iason in the eyes, over Riki’s head. He chided his friend:

- Iason, you told me that your pet is off limits.

Riki was too exhausted to fully understand what was going on. Were all Blondies like that? This one, too, made him hard with just a few touches.

- This time only, Raoul. So you have something to look forward to, when you go home.

Raoul did not hesitate. He cupped Riki’s head gently and brushed his lips on his. He began a slow delicate kiss, entering slowly, and tasting Riki’s mouth like it was expensive wine. Riki was too afraid to respond, so he just let the sensations wash over him. The kiss continued, and Raoul seemed to grow a little impatient. He grabbed Riki’s shoulders a little firmer, and his tongue began to be more daring. Iason sensed his friend’s change of mood, especially when he realized that Riki was nothing but a sandwich between him and Raoul. He coughed politely and said:

- Raoul, enough sampling, please.

Raoul withdrew with regret from the sweet mouth.

- That’s not fair, Iason.

- You have your own, Iason replied.

- Is he like this one, too?

- I would not know, but I hope that you will return the favor when I come visiting you.

- Then you were right, Iason. I’ll take my leave. Talk to you soon.

Raoul arranged, a little embarassed, the huge erection he got from sampling the mongrel, much to Iason’s delight, and Riki’s amazement. The Blondie left, not forgeting to caress Riki’s cheek one more time, a gesture that made the boy’s heart melt a little.

Soon, he was about to wake up.



They were left alone and now Iason was eager, and no more holding back. He turned Riki’s face to him and kissed him with anger, which caught the mongrel by surprise. He surrendered, but to no avail, because Iason simply pushed him on the carpet, and raised his legs over his shoulders. He stopped just to take his engorged dick out of his pants, but then he shoved it into the freightened pet. Riki screamed, he had no time to prepare for such a harsh entering, and the fear in his gut grew stronger. He was fucked relentlessly. Iason felt so good inside Riki. He was hungry, so he had forgot all about table manners. He just rode the black haired pet, until the tight embrace of Riki’s rectum brought him to completion.

Iason got up and zipped his pants, then placed himself on an armchair, panting. Riki was on the floor, sobbing, bracing his knees with his arms, fallen on one side.

- You are not to enjoy anyone else’s kisses but mine, Iason said in a menacing tone.

- But… Riki tried to say something between the sobs, feeling hurt by so much injustice.

- No ‘buts’, you will not comment my word.

- Yes, Master, Riki said meekly, not daring to elicite more anger from this moody Blondie.

- Good, you learn fast, I hope your friend does, too.

- What do you mean? Riki asked almost inaudibly.

- Raoul’s services are not for free. I gave him your friend. Unless you have 5 million credits to pay…

Riki said nothing. That was a cruel joke. He managed to save Guy, but he turned him into a slave. Like him.

- What are going to do to me? He dared asking.

- I’m going to make you my pet.

- What does this mean?

- You will pleasure me anytime I want, how I want. You will be mine.

Iason got up and took Riki from the floor, now more relaxed after the fucking. Riki flinched a little, but tried not to move.

Iason noticed and pondered. “Why did I get so jealous over Raoul? This pet gets me on my toes, I guess.” He took his pet more gently this time and went with him to the bedroom.

Iason took off all his clothes, to Riki’s obvious terror, but he held the youngster close in his arms and whispered in his ear:

- Don’t worry, I do not like my property damaged.

And that was Iason’s way of saying “I’m sorry”, but Riki had yet to learn that. Iason kissed him deeply, and slowly, caressing and comforting him. That was a language that Riki understood better.