Do you remember?

Barrie18, maybe this will take a little from the \'jolly\' feeling, but that\'s the way I thought the story would go.



Jishe, dear, thank you so much for reading the other story, too. You had your contribution to it, :) Now, let\'s see how pervert Iason gets, I hope it does not ruin your fantasy.



DTE, thank you so much for your continued interest in this story.



Phoenix682, I guess the wording is awkward, because English is not my native language and it shows. I do not mind being shown my mistakes, though.







Riki was taping as fast as he could, but Raoul seemed to have one strange desire of overworking him from the first day. He could not help but notice how Raoul was entirely a different person while at work; he had the opportunity to see now the scientist Raoul Am, not the Master, or the hot lover waking up to life when between the sheets. Riki peeked from time to time at him, wandering what was Raoul really thinking about this strange arrangement of taking a pet to his workplace. The lab was neat and ordered; it suited Raoul, the demeanor he carefully wore when outside his home. “Raoul Am, what were you thinking, taking me as your pet? How would you deal if the world began to shatter around you?”



Riki allowed himself a loud sigh only after four hours of work. Raoul frowned and turned from his table, where he was working on some chemistry compounds that Riki did not care too much for. The mongrel watched Raoul from one side, cocking his head, waiting for some stingy answer to his impertinence of disturbing the Elite. But Raoul took off his goggles and his gloves and asked:

- Are you hungry?

- Yes, a little.

- We’ll have half an hour break. We will go to a place I know.

- Raoul … Isn’t this a bit too much? Too early? I’m not sure how the Elites would take seeing you with me. Maybe Iason does not remember anything, but they do, and gossip will spread like fire.

- I guess you’re right.

Raoul frowned for a moment, like something annoying got stuck in his hair. Riki offered to the pouting man in front of him:

- Could you order something to be brought here? I’ll just go to the bathroom when the man arrives, so nobody will know I’m here.

- You’re so protective of my reputation.

- Nah, it’s my ass I care for. I’m kinda sick of seeing them all looking down on me, like I’m trash. Not even for Iason I took these things lightly. So I do not intend to do it for you.

- I see.

Raoul looked somehow taken aback by Riki’s words. Like he took personal insult from things that he didn’t know about. “Where this comes from?” Riki wondered, still feeling very much puzzled over Raoul’s reactions. “Maybe it’s the owner’s pride at stake. Iason felt enraged for nothing, for these petty reasons only.” No, those were not petty reasons for Riki, and Iason knew about them; he cared about them, about him. A sudden pang gripped his heart. While Raoul was ordering food, Riki got up and went directly into the hall, heading for the bathroom. He stood over the sink, kneading furiously his closed eyes, trying to fend off the stubborn tears welling underneath the lids. “Get a grip of yourself, Riki. Control is everything. If you ever want Iason back … “ But was it possible? To really have him back? He did not dare to ask about such things. He had to be glad that Raoul had chosen to be this kind towards him. Riki smiled sadly, looking at himself in the mirror. Raoul was his rival; was it wise to forget about this? The dark haired youth suddenly realized how important was for him to look extremely enticing for his new Master, so he wouldn’t discard him. “You have become a pet, Riki. Fighting for each day of favors, when you are too old, soon not so beautiful anymore …” So he brushed the hair from his forehead, arranged it a little with wet fingers, and cleared his eyes. Biting a little his lips, to make them look more voluptous, he gave himself an appreciative look in the mirror.



Raoul had elegantly displayed the brought foods on one secluded table, and he was waiting a little impatiently for his pet to return. Could he find a way to escape? A rogue thought crossed his mind relentlessly. It wasn’t possible, even if he tried. But Raoul did not feel comfortable with the thought; Riki would stay with him as long as his Master needed him. The boy mumbled an apology and took a sit, eyeing hungrily the goodies on the table. Raoul invited him to help himself, but, during the meal, he did not stop watching Riki. Even if Iason had managed to tame this street child, and his manners were nothing to be ashamed off, the joy that Riki felt when enjoying these little things, like good food, made Raoul’s heart skip one bit when watching too close. He especially followed the curve of lips when bringing the fork to the mouth, how they arched so beautifully, and then strong white teeth biting … Raoul was spellbound. Riki did not look much in his direction, or he could have been surprised by the way his Master looked at him. He politely thanked for the meal, and only then remarked:

- You barely touched food!

- Come here.

The tone was soft, but no less demanding. Riki obeyed and Raoul took gently his head in his palms and kissed him deeply. The movements, slow at first, became more frantic, while trying to discard the unwanted clothing from Riki’s lithe frame. His pet chuckled a little, bringing Raoul back to reality:

- I thought it was just half an hour break.

Raoul felt like he suddenly understood Iason and his headaches when it came to his pet’s tantrums. He just dismissed the reproach:

- I’m the boss here. Do not comment anymore.

He pushed Riki through a side door.

- Wow, a bed!

- Sometimes I do not go home from work, and rest here.

Riki was pushed on the said bed, now completely naked and Raoul came on top of him. He kneaded flesh everywhere, touched bare skin, biting on an arched throat, from where gutural moans poured openly. He stopped only for a brief second.

- Do you want to prepare yourself?

- No need, Riki answered. I like it a little rough sometimes. Don’t you undress?

- No time. I need to get back to work.

Riki grabbed Raoul’s head and pushed it in the crook of his neck, so the Elite won’t see his smile. “Just a quickie, Raoul? That’s nice, even when coming from you.” Riki raised his hips to let the Blondie penetrate him with ease, and let Raoul ride him, the only lubrication the precum pouring from the man’s steeled organ. His body was used to all kinds of stuff; there was nothing he had not tried with Iason, and this little episode was just as pleasant as any type of sex. He encouraged Raoul with soft pleas, until the Elite spent himself inside the little pet. Smirking, he got up, pulling his pants over his own erection. Control. Yes, he needed it. Raoul propped on his elbows, then got up.

- If you want to take care of that …

- No need to. Let’s get back to work. It will pass.

Raoul felt suddenly less satisfied with the outcome of their little sex thryst. Like Riki was keeping something for himself. In one step, he was in front of Riki, grabbing his pants and yanking them down. He kneeled and took the still hard dick in his mouth, and used all the knowledge Riki shared to him during the last days to make the boy come. Which he did, fingers entangled in long blonde hair, with a growl that made the mongrel sound like a strange animal in heat. So much for the said control. Raoul took what he wanted. With a smug look on his face, the Blondie got up, making sure Riki’s eyes were open enough to notice how Raoul licked his lips. He bent to whisper in the boy’s ear:

- Thank you for this palatable meal, my pet.

Riki’s eyes almost rolled inside his head. Oh Jupiter! Were Blondies fast learners or what?



He was indeed broken from too much work, so Raoul let him go to his room to sleep. He was hitting the pillow when Iason rang at the door, missing the visit he longed so much for.



- Iason, I wasn’t expecting you tonight!

His friend just brushed by him, kind of briskly. Raoul followed his friend into the living room, and, when Iason turned, he saw the fire lurking in those usually ice like eyes. He felt suddenly overpowered, and … a little bit freightened. He opened his mouth to say something, but Iason was all over him, crushing him into one of the sofas, trying to make his way between his legs. Raoul tried to fight him, feeling right down scared right now, but Iason’s strength seemed to have grown overnight. He pinned Raoul’s hands above his head hard, making the other Blondie yelp in sheer pain. He did that with only one hand, using the other to actually rip off the clothes from Raoul’s body.

- Iason, what’s got into you? Stop it! Let me go!

But Iason seemed to be far gone, and he didn’t stop. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

- I waited too much, Raoul. Too much for you to tell me how it was. You don’t have any idea how my day was. I only thought of you. And that whore pet you carry around the house. I had to keep my knees tight all the time so no one would notice my state of arousal. So, be nice and give me what I want before I go crazy!

Raoul still tried to fight Iason, much to the other Blondie’s dismay. He understood what Iason wanted, but he was horrified by the thought.

- Please, Iason, let me call Riki.

But Iason growled in frustration.

- I don’t have time for pet shows. I’ll have you first, then him!

He bit on Raoul’s lips hard. Too soon, he took out an impossibly engorged organ, looking threatenly enough to make Raoul squirm from fear under him. Out of nowhere, Iason produced a leather rope and tied Raoul’s hands neatly together. Raoul’s breath became frantic. He was still trying to reason with this new mad version of Iason.

- Iason, please, you act like a crazy person. Untie me!

A forceful grip sneaked around his neck, making him choke.

- Not a word anymore, love.

Raoul felt the world around him go black, and he almost fainted from lack of air in his lungs. He was brought back by the searing pain he suddenly felt between his buttocks, spread wide by an unforgiving hand, and stretched impossibly by Iason’s cock. Raoul just cried in agony, but Iason hissed in pure pleasure.

- Oh, Jupiter, you feel so good, Raoul! You’re so tight!

He rammed his dick hard into Raoul, blindly, and his friend cried again. Iason laughed cruelly into his ear, kissing his earlobe.

- You should have used something to keep your hole stretched while I was incapacitated. It’s not my fault it hurts you so bad right now.

And he pushed and pushed, his movements so random that they failed to touch Raoul’s secret spot in order to make him feel good as well. Tears were now freely falling on Raoul’s cheek; the pain was not so great anymore, but he was hurt so bad that he didn’t care for Iason’s appreciative remarks whispered in his ears.

- Oh, baby, you’re so good! This is my last spurt for now, but rest assured, the night is ours.

Upon hearing this, Raoul sobbed loudly. He had just begged in his mind for Iason to finish, so he could run away and lick his wounds and cry his pain. Iason’s plans didn’t suit well. And, remembering Riki’s words about Iason’s unsatiable appetite, he cried aloud. While Iason fell spent over him, Raoul started to trash, only one blind thought in his mind. He had to get away from this sexual predator, someone he didn’t recognize anymore, a man that hurt him despite his pleas for mercy. Iason didn’t move. Instead, he angrily spat at Raoul:

- What’s wrong with you? Are you always this frigid?

- Iason, please, just let me go …

- No way, I’m just starting.

Raoul felt another of Iason’s erection forming against his leg and he screamed again, like a child.



- What the hell is going on here?

Riki was standing next to the couple on the sofa, with his hands on his hips. He could tell by the trails of tears on Raoul’s cheeks what had happened. He cursed inwardly for not waking up sooner, but now he had to take action fast. He watched directly in Iason’s eyes, without blinking, and without even throwing one look at Raoul, knowing so well how it must have felt like.

- Why don’t you put up with someone that can handle you?

Iason rose from Raoul’s trembling body, menacingly.

- You, pet?

- Yes, me.

The daring look in Riki’s eyes had the desire effect. The predator left his initial prey for another pursuit. He grabbed Riki’s waist, and the boy encircled his with his legs in just one swift move, making sure to rub his ass suggestively over Iason’s erection. He bit one ear and whispered:

- To my room, the second on the left.

He looked over Iason’s shoulders, to Raoul, who sat there, battered and prostate, and mouthed at him: ‘Go’. Riki knew he had a lot to mend after Iason. He always had to.



Riki heard the door of Raoul’s room slammed shut and he took a deep breath. He took a strand of Iason’s hair in his fist, pulling hard. He felt the need to punch the fucker right in the kisser. But he left that for later.

- Between you and me now.

Iason grinned wildly. Nothing Riki had not seen before.