Katze's Pet

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Title: Katze’s Pet
Author: DrkDreamer
Email-Address: Herders4me@aol.com
Pairings: Trey/Riki; Katze/Sasha
Date: December 28, 2005)
Feedback: Yes (on-list or private)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, explicit sex scene(s)
Disclaimer: Ai no Kusabi does NOT belong to me. Nor do Iason, Riki, Daryl, Raoul or Katze. Trey, Donner, Dory and Sasha ARE mine, but I freely offer them as playmates. (Just, please be kind…) My AnK stories are inspired by the anime, but the ideas originate in my own twisted imagination. No one ever has ever paid me for what I write. (And I doubt they ever will.)

A little AnK background for those who don’t know it.

The setting is Amoi, a planet settled by humans many – MANY – years ago. In an attempt to better society, Jupiter, a female AI took over and established the rules the world runs by. For reasons only Jupiter knows, the sexual ratio is skewed almost totally male. (Could she be a slash writer who enjoys watching pretty men interact??)

‘Blondies’ are super-men, incredibly beautiful, powerful and sensuous. They are the Elite – they run the world. As long as Jupiter approves.

‘Mongrels’ are more human-like. The term refers to their hair and eye color (dark) – and their social status. (Non-citizens, lowest of the low.)

Blondies have two types of servants. Furniture – castrated males (both balls and penis removed), who care for their comfort; and Pets, who cater to them sexually. Becoming a Furniture is voluntary; being a Pet is ordained – bred in factory farms and trained to be docile and sexual. Pet-rings, around the base of the penis, both identify and control the male pets. They are capable of giving excruciating pain or intolerable pleasure. (Controlling female pets is never discussed.)

Blondie sexuality is dictated by Jupiter. Basically, they only get to watch their pets, and then run off to masturbate alone.

One day, Iason Mink, Jupiter’s favorite Blondie son saves Riki the Dark, head of Bison, one of the most powerful mongrel gangs, from a street fight – and takes him home to make him a pet. Fireworks erupt.

Katze is Iason’s ex-furniture, caught hacking his computer, but allowed to live - to run Iason’s black-market businesses.

In my little ‘twist’, thanks to Riki, Iason becomes aware that pets are real people with feelings and fears. He tries to set up an old-age home for pets, so they don’t have to be sent to brothels, mind-wiped to serve as factory slaves, or simply terminated. (Mind you, 18 is OLD for a pet.)

And now, to the story…


~~begin “Katze’s Pet”

Katze watched the group of pretty boys unload the latest group of pets from the transport. Most of them had no expression on their faces, but occasionally, he would see tears glistening on a pale cheek. He wondered what they were thinking, what kinds of memories they might recall.

He was sure of little, except that none of the ex-pets had any sense of self-preservation. Well, except for Donner and Dory. But they were the exceptions in many ways. Donner, who had never been mind-wiped, and Dory, who was encouraged to remember. Only those two would ever show any indication they were tired, or hungry, or hurt.

The others, Katze thought, would simply continue working until they dropped from exhaustion. Or death. How many, he wondered, have I simply sent to the crematory over the years when they’ve worked themselves to death? Or starved themselves to death?

It had never mattered. Pets were a big business on Amoi. Planned for obsolescence. Brief and brilliant flashes of life. To be used, enjoyed and discarded without a further thought. Every Blondie did it. And now, every citizen who could afford the cost. A movement from the floor caught Katze’s eye. Donner had glanced at him. Food? Katze mouthed in his direction. At a nod of the boy’s head, Katze hit a switch to flash a large orange light. All the boys stopped then and looked at the light, then slowly lined up and marched to a group of tables, where yet another group of boys served buckets of slop.

It was done in precision and orderliness. No one butted in line. No one spoke. Just took a bowl and walked to one of the buckets and waited for it to be filled. Then sat and began to eat quietly. Donner sought out Dory, but no one else seemed to notice their companions at all.

Guards walked among them, swinging clubs in threatening gestures. A few of the boys reacted in fear. Most of them didn’t seem to notice. Katze waited until all the boys seemed finished with their food, then strolled through himself. The vast majority of the boys were still very young, no more than 17 or 18. Too old to remain pets, but too young to euthanize.

A few were pushing the age limit. Katze thought he should cull them again soon. It had distressed him at first, to select the ones who would die, but he had gotten used to it. Had hardened his heart not to see them as living beings. To see them only as machines which had outlasted their proscribed period of service.

Until Iason had set up that damn pet apartment. And made him realize again that these boys had feelings and fears. Oh, they were trained well enough to never show them. To reflect only what their makers wanted. But when he looked now, Katze could see their humanity.

And he cursed Iason.

When their workday was done, after 16 hour shifts, they would be herded to the dark cellars of the warehouse. To bathe in cold sprays of water from high-powered hoses, to sleep on concrete floors. Katze wondered if any of them, like Donner and Dory, coupled in the night. Sought any sort of comfort from each other.

The guards, he knew well enough, would rape them at times. Boys who would begin their shifts stiff and in pain, with blood leaking down their thighs. Katze watched a little longer, giving them just a little more time to rest, before he set the light blinking again, to signal that it was time to return to work. He left to return to his office.

~~

The apartment had not been accepted as Iason had hoped. Only two other pets had been sent there. And by ordinary citizens, not Blondies. Iason said it was still too early. That the idea would take years to catch on, but after 6 months, Katze was disappointed. When he returned to his own apartment that night, Katze looked at the mess. And the dirt. I need a furniture of my own, he thought. Someone to cook my meals and keep this place straight.

Of course, having someone else here would mean major adjustments to his life – and security. Katze was well aware that Iason had shown remarkable restraint to only slash his face and not his throat when he had been caught delving into computer systems that were none of his concern. Still, life was lonely at those times when Iason had not filled his days completely. And those times had become more frequent since Riki had arrived. In strange ways, Iason was devoted to his mongrel pet. Harsh, cruel and demanding, as well, but devoted – spending much of his free time with the mongrel.

Katze sighed, and in a rash moment, rang Iason. Daryl answered, of course, as was to be expected. The shy boy said his master had taken Riki to a pet salon, and he had no idea when he would be back. Katze had quickly said his call was of no importance, and that Iason did not have to call him back. And, afterwards, he had delved into making his schedule for the following day.

When the phone rang in the night, waking him, Katze knew Daryl had passed on the message of his call to Iason. He cursed himself for his foolishness, and answered. Iason’s face reflected anger, and Katze was even sorrier he had called. Still, he could hardly deny Iason’s demands, and reluctantly explained the purpose of his earlier call.

“Several boys are approaching twenty-one. Normally, they would be culled, but I wondered if I might be allowed to choose one as my personal servant.”

Iason had looked incredulous and then laughed. “Pets can be more trouble than they are worth, Katze.” He looked away from the vid, obviously scowling at Riki. His voice softened. “But if you apply heavy discipline, they can sometimes be useful.” And, in the end, after threats and warnings to be careful, he had given permission for Katze to choose one of the older boys to serve him.

In spite of his best efforts, Katze had been unable to sleep after the call ended. He was excited, as he seldom allowed himself to be. And it wasn’t at the prospect of decent food, empty ashtrays or a freshly made bed. It was at the thought of having company. Of someone caring when he woke and when he slept. Pathetic, he thought. Buying a friend. But any friend would be better than none.

~~

The next morning, Katze was at the warehouse floor when the workers arrived for the day. He looked eagerly. And wondered how to choose. The first criterion was collar color, of course. The blue ones were the older boys, the ones slated for euthanasia. He regretted briefly that he had not developed a system to identify furniture. The neutered boys were kept longer, until they were thirty. Visibly, while clothed, they looked the same as the pets, seeming to maintain their youth longer. Surely he would want a neutered boy, one who had been trained in household duties rather than sexual pleasure. But there was no help for it, now. He sent an order to the floor to have blue-collared boys brought to a private room.

He could not help but notice the rise in tension as the boys were instructed to leave. He realized, for the first time, that the boys were aware of the meaning of the colors. That they feared the time of culling. He wondered why he had not noticed it before. But they lined up and left in an orderly fashion, accepting their deaths as they accepted everything else that was asked of them. He found it incredibly… sad.

In the room they were sent to, the boys stood quietly. They did not cry. They did not beg. Katze sat in the lone chair. When he ordered them to strip, they obeyed, folding their clothes neatly and stacking it in one of the corners. Their pitiful clothing was of more value than their lives. They accepted it without question.

Katze had each one approach him individually. He wasn’t sure what he looked for. Perhaps some sign of rebellion. Some sign they were not resigned to death. There were few enough. Out of twenty boys, he selected only three to interview further. All of them pets. He felt moisture build in his eyes as he sent the other seventeen to the chamber where they would be gassed. The boys themselves showed no emotion at all.

The three boys who remained glanced at him. The only sign that they were aware of anything. He called them forward together and questioned them. “Have any of you ever been responsible for cleaning up after yourselves?” Two of them indicated they had. “Have you ever cooked?” There was only one.

When questioned further, the dark-haired boy said he had been off-world with his Blondie master. There had been no furniture at his master’s post, and he had been taught all duties his master wished performed. With regret, Katze looked over the other two one last time. Genetics. Pastel hair and eyes. Beautiful. Still in the full bloom of youth. And with no hope. He dismissed them.

The boy remaining before him now was nervous. It showed only in the soft clenching of his fists. He was smaller than Katze, with dark brown hair that hung almost to his waist. Vaguely, Katze wondered how he had managed to avoid haircuts. But if the hair was neat and clean, with no vermin, sometimes it was left alone. And especially, if the boy had become a favorite of the guards. Yes, Katze recalled. This one I have seen many times limping about his morning duties. Blood showing through his pants.

“Do you have a name, boy?”

“No, sir. Not since my master sent me away.”

Katze’s voice became softer. “Did you ever have a name?”

The boy looked up. His eyes were a startling shade of violet. “My master called me Brownie, sir. For my hair.”

Brownie. A name one might give a dog. “If you have no objection, I will rename you.” What? Katze thought. And then it came to him. Sasha. A childhood friend. One who had not been chosen as a furniture that fateful day they had both gone to be interviewed. One who had taken his life in despair at the thought of being left alone.

The boy had nodded. “Whatever you wish, sir.” And quickly dropped his eyes.

“I will call you Sasha.” When the boy showed no reaction, Katze added, “He was dear to me once.” And by giving you his name, perhaps I can give him just a little more life… “You may put your cloths back on, Sasha. You will be my servant now.”

At this, the boy did react. He looked up. “I will belong only to you, sir?”

“Yes.” Katze took him home.

~~

For the first several weeks, Sasha said nothing except to answer Katze’s questions or to acknowledge his orders. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise, when, one night he greeted Katze at the door. “You received a call today, sir.” He added in a hushed tone, “From a Blondie, sir. Iason Mink. He said he wants you to drive him to a meeting tonight.” Sasha dropped his eyes, as though embarrassed. “I’m sorry, sir. He would not tell me anything else.”

Katze reached out and stroked the boy’s hair. The first time, he realized, that I have touched him. “That is to be expected, Sasha. I work for Iason. He does not share his business with anyone. It is not a reflection on you.” The boy had looked up then, and smiled. And Katze felt a sudden quickening of his heartbeat. This ancient pet was still beautiful. His smile was entrancing.

“Your dinner is ready, sir. Though I can put it away, if you are not ready, sir.”

Iason would not ask him to eat. Of that, Katze was sure. Still, he had to be available. “I must return Iason’s call. I’ll let you know in a moment, Sasha.”

Iason was cordial enough. He did not require Katze’s services for some hours. Just as Katze was preparing to end the call, Iason asked, “Is that boy who answered the vid the one you chose as your servant?”

Katze looked up, afraid Iason would withdraw his permission, afraid he must send Sasha away. “Yes, sir. I have named him Sasha, and he does a very good job.” Katze stepped away from the screen, allowing Iason to see some of the apartment.

The Blondie smiled. “So I see. Your place has never looked so tidy. Bring him tonight, if you want. I’d like to meet him.”

Katze quickly agreed and Iason broke the connection.

Sasha was standing just outside the kitchen, trying to make himself look smaller. “Did you hear?” Katze asked.

The boy did not look up. “No, sir. I do not listen to your conversations, sir.”

Fear, Katze realized. Fear of me. It was exhilarating – and distressing. “We have time for dinner, Sasha. Set the table. For both of us.”

Sasha looked up quickly. Katze had never asked him to eat with him before. “Forgive me, master. Did you mean that I should eat with you, sir?”

Katze canted his head. “Who else might I mean?”

Sasha blushed. “Perhaps Lord Mink, sir.” But no, a Blondie would not eat here. “I’m sorry, sir.” He dropped his eyes.

Katze put an arm around his shoulder. “It’s alright, Sasha. I wasn’t clear.” The boy was awkward at the table. Until Katze insisted he drink a glass of wine. Then he looked up and accepted Katze’s compliments for the meal with a smile. “Iason thought the apartment looked very nice, too.” Katze leaned in conspiratorially. “He’s only ever seen my housekeeping before.”

This time Sasha laughed. “It is somewhat improved, sir.” The rest of the meal was passed in friendly banter. Occasionally, Sasha would even ask questions. Never about business matters. But he wanted to know where Katze had gotten some of his artwork, and asked if he ever played any of the games he had seen when cleaning.

Katze discovered that Sasha knew the games, that his Blondie master had sometimes played with him. But the boy remembered nothing of the master himself, of what he had done, and only little of the places they had been. He knew nothing of his background, whether or not he had been raised as a pet. Katze did not push, afraid he would waken memories that would require the boy be put to death, or mind-wiped again.

As he readied himself to pick up Iason, Katze glanced again at his pet. My pet. How strange it felt. “Sasha, master Iason said I could bring you if you wanted to come. Would it please you?”

Sasha met his eyes. “Yes, master Katze. If it would please you, I mean, sir.”

Master Katze… “Yes, Sasha. I would be very pleased.”

~~

Katze waited in the car for Iason after phoning to announce his arrival. Sasha had stared in unabashed curiosity as they drove through Tanagura. He had said nothing, asked no questions, so Katze turned to him now. “Did you find anything of interest?”

“Oh, yes, sir. All of it. Especially all of the colored lights, sir. May I ask what they are, sir?”

Katze had begun to explain just as Iason approached the car. He got out quickly and went to open the door. To his surprise, Iason was bringing Riki. Nude except for his chains. And angry. Cursing Iason all the way.

At Katze’s obvious confusion, Iason smiled. “I’m sorry for his continued bad manners. If he doesn’t quiet down in the car on his own, I’ll see that he does.” He held up the pet-ring controller and Riki immediately quieted. “Though, perhaps it won’t be necessary.”

Katze opened the back door for Riki to get in. Iason hooked his leash to the door, then took the front seat next to Katze and gave instructions on where they were to go.

In the back seat, Riki was staring at Sasha. “Who the hell are you?”

Sasha’s voice could not be heard in the front of the car. “I am master Katze’s pet.”

Riki threw his head back and laughed. “Master Katze? Just when the fuck did this happen?” In the next instant, Riki was doubled over, clasping at his cock. “Damn it, Iason,” he croaked. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Iason’s perfectly controlled voice could be heard from the front. “I believe my instructions were for no talking at all, pet. Did you truly forget so quickly?”

Riki did not reply. Only sat back, holding to his throbbing groin.

Sasha was terrified. He wore a pet ring. But Katze had never used it on him. He remembered vaguely that his Blondie master had. It had been awful, and he knew he never wanted to experience it again. This other pet seemed familiar with the pain. And yet had seemingly caused it to happen again almost casually. Who was this strange pet?

Sasha was vaguely aware that Katze and the Blondie conversed in the front seat. But he didn’t want to hear. Purposely blocked out what he could. When the car stopped, Katze got out to open the door for the Blondie, and then left with him. Sasha looked at the other pet. He seemed better now, was sitting up straight and looking at the window.

But then he turned on Sasha. “Where the fuck are we?”

Sasha shook his head and slipped as far away from Riki as possible. “I don’t know. Are you… Are you alright?”

Riki grinned at him. “Yeah. I’m used to it.”

“How can you stand it?”

“Better than not having a cock at all. Like your master.”

Sasha blinked several times. “I don’t understand. Are you saying my master…?”

Riki laughed again. “You are ignorant, aren’t you? Katze was Iason’s furniture.”

Sasha slumped even further and his voice was very soft. “Master Katze owns me. He saved my life.”

“Oh.” Riki sat up straighter and stared at the other boy. “You’re old.”

Sasha nodded. “Yes. I was slated for termination.”

Termination. He knew it was done. There were never any old pets. And he’d never met one this old. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

Sasha looked at Riki again. A word came to his mind. He didn’t know the meaning. Mongrel. But he knew it wasn’t kind. And he wouldn’t say it. But he needed to say something. “Thank you.” And after a moment, “Did your master give you a name?”

Riki’s face grew hard again. “I had a damn name. And the bastard isn’t my master.”

Sasha cringed. “I don’t understand. He’s a Blondie. You wear his pet ring.”

Riki glared for just a moment, then stopped as he realized how frightened Sasha was. Why the hell did Iason bring me along? Doesn’t he know what effect I have on normal pets? He sat back. “I’m sorry. My name is Riki.”

“Master Katze gave me a name, too. Sasha. He said it was the name of his friend.”

Riki turned to look at him again. How is it possible to be so stupid? He turned his head. And found himself hoping Iason would hurry. Better to harass the bastard who could fight back.

“Did I say something wrong, Riki?”

Riki shook his head. “No, I’m just an asshole to everyone. Ask Iason.”

After that, Sasha sat quietly as well.

~~

Iason and Katze returned together. Iason even opened his own door. He looked back at the pets. “Have you behaved, Riki?”

“Of course. I was perfect. Like always.”

Iason looked to Sasha. “Are you alright?”

The boy dropped his eyes shyly. “Yes, master Iason.”

Iason smiled at Katze. “Then it looks like we can go to the pet show.”

Katze looked in the rearview mirror. Sasha had no reaction at all. He probably didn’t realize what a pet show was. On the other hand, Riki’s face was contorted in rage. Katze met Iason’s eyes. “This should be interesting.”

“Indeed.”

Katze stopped the car before the club’s entrance and Iason stepped out. But when he took Riki’s leash, the mongrel refused to move. Iason confronted him only a moment before activating the pet ring. But rather than pain, this time Riki felt intense pleasure and his cock swelled and throbbed.

His eyes flew to Iason’s face. “What the fuck?”

Iason attached Riki’s leash to the car again, and went to get Sasha. He looked at Katze. “I’ll be in the VIP box. Join me there.”

Katze only watched as Iason went in. “Shit.” Then he drove to the parking area.

Riki protested when Katze got out of the car. “Aren’t you taking me?”

“No.”

Riki was cursing as Katze left, but Katze ignored him, his concern now only for Sasha. He was well aware of the eyes that followed him when he entered, but no one spoke or tried to stop him. He was sure many recognized him as Iason’s former furniture. Both a blessing and a curse. No one would dare interfere with him. And no one would understand his owning a pet.

Katze made his way to the VIP section and saw Iason sitting in one of the main chairs, with Sasha kneeling before him. Raoul was close. Iason looked up and motioned Katze to approach. Raoul frowned as he drew near. “What are you doing here?”

Iason answered. “I invited him. He has a pet of his own.” Iason looked down at Sasha, and Raoul stared.

“His? I thought you had finally come to your senses, Iason, and gotten rid of that mongrel. This one is fairly attractive.” Raoul looked at Sasha again. “Very attractive.” He turned to Katze. “How in hell could you afford him?”

Iason laughed. “Jealous, Raoul? I thought your Trey was the best around. He certainly outdid my little Remy.” He leaned to Raoul and whispered in his ear.

Raoul reddened. But when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “Twenty-one? You can’t be serious. He doesn’t look a day over fifteen.”

Iason shrugged and stood. “Take my seat, Katze. I’ll be back. Give me the parking token.” Katze handed it over, and Iason turned to Raoul. “Come with me, please.” On their way out, Iason stopped to speak with one of the salon attendants, instructing him to give Katze whatever he wanted.

He touched Raoul’s arm and led him outside. Raoul was furious. “So now, you’re going to bring in the damn mongrel?”

Iason laughed again. “Your language is almost as bad as his.”

“Iason, Jupiter will be furious that you take him out in public.”

“More so than at Katze’s twenty-one year old?”

“This is not a joke, Iason. You can’t blatantly ignore Jupiter’s edicts.”

Iason grew serious. “I am not ignoring Jupiter, Raoul. The only edict I can find regarding pets is that we must not keep them for more than two years. I have never seen age limits. It is just a custom to euthanize – to keep the wheels of commerce turning. And there are no limits of any type at all for non-Blondies.”

“It’s true that Jupiter doesn’t give a damn what non-Blondies do. But there is also the matter of sexual relations, Iason. By Blondies. They are prohibited.”

Iason nodded and turned away. This matter he had no intention of discussing with Raoul. The attendant brought Riki and handed Iason his leash. The pet was in agony, his cock engorged, tears streaming down his face. Raoul looked at the mongrel, pinched his penis, and smiled at Iason. “Perhaps you have come to your senses after all.”

“Perhaps.” The Blondies walked back inside together, dragging Riki behind them. Iason told Raoul to go ahead. He would take Riki to the stage and then come back to the VIP box. Raoul smiled broadly, now eagerly anticipating the show.

Raoul and Iason took their seats on both sides of Katze. He was drinking a glass of wine, giving frequent sips to Sasha. In only moments, the loudspeaker announced that Iason Mink’s pet had just come on stage. There was a murmur in the audience, and Riki was pushed forward. Laughter and cheers quickly followed as his erect phallus was spotted. Riki looked out over the audience, searching for Iason, but the lights blinded him. Iason picked up a microphone. “Kneel, pet, relieve yourself.”

Riki visibly tensed, then obeyed and sank to his knees. He touched himself, then pulled his hands back quickly as if they were burned. More laughter erupted as the audience realized what Iason had done. Set the ring on constant stimulation, and tightened it so Riki could find no relief.

“Is there a problem, pet?” Iason asked softly. “Stroke harder. If you’re very pleasing, I will give you release.” Riki’s growl could be heard all over the room. If anyone had not watched before, their eyes were glued on the stage now. Carefully, fearfully, Riki touched himself again. He sobbed in pain and Iason’s eyes grew brighter.

“You’re enjoying it, pet. I know you are.” Iason’s voice was a caress. Everyone in the room felt it. Even Sasha began to move his hips, and Katze stroked his head. “Don’t disappoint us, pet. We all want to see you come.”

Raoul leaned over and spoke in Iason’s ear. Iason looked at him coldly for a moment, then handed the microphone to Raoul. “Trey,” Raoul called. “Please assist Iason’s pet.” The slender blue-haired boy approached. He looked over the audience. Raoul continued. “Stand, Riki. My pet will help you.”

Rage swept over Riki’s face, but the agony was unbearable. He stood awkwardly, and let Trey touch him. He thrust at Trey, sobbing all the while. “Take him in your mouth, Trey. Suck him. Hard.” Raoul’s face was hard. His voice was cruel. The crowd began to murmur in disapproval.

Iason watched for a few more moments, but could take no more. He released the grip of the ring and Riki exploded in the grip of his ejaculation. He screamed in his release, and the crowd roared its approval. Trey’s hands gripped Riki’s hips and held on as he sucked and swallowed. When Trey finally stopped, and let his hands fall, Riki fell to the floor. Iason almost stood, but Raoul pushed him back into his seat.

Katze looked down at Sasha. The boy was pumping into the air, not touching himself, trying desperately to stop. “Send him to the stage,” Raoul said. “Trey will satisfy him.” For an instant, Katze was tempted.

But Sasha opened his eyes and begged. “Please, no, master Katze. Please.”

Katze touched his head. “Use your hands, Sasha,” he whispered. “You don’t need to torture yourself.” Sasha smiled, moved his hands to his groin and climaxed quickly. When he was done, he lowered his head, now totally embarrassed. But Katze continued to rub his neck, and speak softly. “You’re fine, Sasha. You did fine.”

Riki was led off the stage and Iason rose to meet him. Raoul tried to stop him. “Stay, Iason. I will let that big boy take Trey. You should see it.”

But Iason shook his head. “Another time, Raoul. I must get Riki home.” Katze stood quickly, helping Sasha up, and followed Iason. They heard Raoul’s voice on the loudspeaker, calling for someone to take Trey in the ass. Katze looked around to see a giant of a man approach the slight blue-haired pet and lift him up. There was a scream of agony as the door opened. Katze pushed Sasha out quickly, and Iason lifted Riki in his arms. The mongrel’s arms went around Iason’s neck and held tightly as he cried.

The car was waiting and Iason climbed in back with Riki. Sasha got in the front beside Katze.

Iason held Riki the entire way home, and picked him up again to carry him inside when they stopped in the penthouse parking area. He whispered to Katze only a moment before disappearing. “I’m sorry. That was a terrible mistake.”

Katze got back in the car, to find that Sasha had moved to the backseat. He looked to the long haired boy. “In the front, with me, Sasha.”

Sasha obeyed, and they both remained quiet as Katze drove to the warehouse district. Katze sighed as he opened his door. “Not as grand as where we were tonight.”

Sasha bowed his head. “It is your home, master Katze.”

“Yes,” Katze agreed. “Mine.”

Sasha looked up. “Do you wish tea, sir?”

Tea was a long-standing ritual for Katze before bedtime. And a cigarette. He sat and put his feet up on his desk, lighting the cigarette and taking a deep drag. “Tea would be good. Chamo…”

“Chamomile. I know, sir.”

Katze smiled and watched the boy prepare the water and the cup. When Sasha brought the cup, Katze sat back, looking offended. “You need a bath. You smell like sex.”

Sasha blushed. “I’m sorry, sir.” He hurried away to shower.

When he returned, wrapped only in a towel, Katze stood, angry suddenly. Infuriated with Iason for taking him to that place; with himself for not saying ‘no’; with Sasha for his lack of control. For allowing himself to be disturbed. He left the apartment without another word.

Oh, gods, Sasha thought, watching Katze walk away. What did I do? Why couldn’t I stop myself? Almost, tears came, but Sasha forced them away, and picked up after Katze, washing the cup, and cleaning the ashtray. But he knew cleaning was not the problem. And certainly not the answer.

In the midst of despair, he remembered a night with his Blondie master. He shook his head. Where is this coming from? Why? But the images would not go away. A hand inside him, finding something, touching it. Stars erupting. Pleasure he had never known before or since.

Could his master feel it? It seemed to rely on nothing external. Although Sasha remembered an orgasm and an ejaculation. But, maybe… maybe he could give this gift to Katze. If he would take it.

Sasha waited for his master to return. But it was late. Finally, he prepared his pallet in the corner of the living room and lay down.

Katze was quiet when he entered the apartment, saying nothing. He went in his bedroom, pulled off his clothes, dropping them on the floor, and climbed in the bed. Sasha was careful not to make a sound, not to move. But as he heard Katze shift in the bed repeatedly, at last, he got up and went to him. “Master Katze, I am so sorry I was bad tonight, sir. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Katze took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault, Sasha. You weren’t bad. You’re just a normal male.” His voice was bitter.

Sasha knelt by the bed. “It is my fault, master Katze. I intrude on your life, sir. And I couldn’t control myself tonight. I have upset you. I am so sorry.”

Katze sat up and turned on the light by his bed. “It was as much my fault as yours. I should have refused to go with Iason. I thought I could handle it. I couldn’t.”

Sasha laid his head on the bed. “I am just a pet, sir. I should not bother you, sir. Punish me, please.”

Katze stroked his hair. “Like Iason would.”

Sasha shivered at the thought. “Yes, sir, like master Iason does.”

Katze laughed. “No.”

Sasha looked up. “Then, may I touch you, sir? Try to pleasure you?”

Katze looked at him, feeling his anger rise again. “I am a eunuch, Sasha. I can’t experience pleasure.”

Sasha was afraid, but he persisted. “I remembered things, sir, that my Blondie master did to me. Please let me try.”

Katze was angry and tempted to strike Sasha.

But also curious. The night in the pet salon had reminded him of his loss in ways he had not thought of in many years. The smell on Sasha’s body when they came inside had sent him running from his own home. If the boy knew something…

“No, Sasha.”

“Please, master Katze. If I am wrong, you can have me cut also, sir. Then I could be your furniture…”

More appropriate, Katze thought, for a furniture to have a furniture. The boy only suggests it because otherwise he fears I will kill him. But it was the same reason he himself had chosen to be cut. To gain life. Some sort of life. And, until tonight, it had been bearable. Power had taken the place of sex. Power over sexual beings like Riki… Power over this boy.

But Sasha would not suggest the cutting if he had no hope of success. Maybe there was something. Maybe.

“Try it, Sasha. But if you fail…”

The threat was left hanging and Sasha accepted it. “Yes, master Katze. Thank you, sir.”

Sasha’s first action was to explore Katze’s body. First with his hands. When he could feel Katze tense as his fingers touched the scars, and his abbreviated penis, he quickly moved his mouth to Katze’s nipples and suckled, occasionally grazing them with his teeth. Katze arched his chest into Sasha’s mouth and made soft sounds of pleasure. Very gently, Sasha stroked Katze’s scars until he relaxed. “You are beautiful, master Katze. Your chest and your belly. And your groin.” He twirled his fingers in Katze’s pubic hair and then tenderly rubbed his penis again. It swelled under the caresses, and Katze’s breathing came faster.

“You are still lovely, my master. Your cock grows hard under my fingers.”

“It’s miniscule, Sasha. Nothing.”

Sasha moved his mouth to envelop it totally, and swirled it with his talented and facile tongue. He felt it throb and expertly teased it with his teeth. “You are mistaken, master. Your manhood is real in my mouth. I can feel you throb. As much as any man.”

Liar, he thought. But a talented, wonderful liar, who could make his lies come true. Katze surrendered to him, let himself feel the pleasures Sasha could bring. He was surprised when Sasha turned him to his side, but did not fight whatever the boy wanted to do. Gentle fingers crept between his buttocks, slow and teasing, never pushing for more than he was comfortable with. His body relaxed completely under the soft hands, and when the single finger made its way inside his body, he welcomed it and the sensations it brought.

Sasha went very slowly; sometimes Katze dozed. But there was no more tension, no fear. Katze opened to him as he never had to anyone. He woke as he realized there were two fingers inside him, but there was no discomfort, only gentle pleasure. He slept again as Sasha continued his slow and subtle movements. But the next time he woke, it was for a different reason. Sasha’s fingers were deep inside him, touching something Katze had never felt before. Something pleasurable. Something immensely pleasurable. He jerked.

“Have I hurt you, master Katze?”

“No, Sasha.” Katze’s voice was ragged. “Continue. Please.”

The boy pushed harder. And Katze jerked and twisted at the touches, his breaths coming quickly. Sasha shifted his body, so his mouth could cover Katze’s penis, and scars, his tongue could touch them softly and sensuously, and his fingers could still reach inside and strike that small part of sensitive flesh. Sasha could feel Katze tense, but it was different than before. His penis, small thought it was, was hard now and throbbing against Sasha’s tongue. The muscles of Katze’s anus clamped almost painfully on his fingers. He pushed in further one more time, repeatedly stroking the hard nugget of flesh, and sucking at his master’s penis. For just a moment, Katze did not breath, and then cries of pleasure came from his mouth, loud and amazed. And fluid forcefully pumped from his penis. Sasha suckled forcefully now, milking Katze of every drop. He stopped only when Katze was completely still, his breathing soft and regular.

“It was good, master? You are pleased?”

Katze pulled the small body upward to cover him, to meet his mouth. To cover it with his own. To taste his own fluids. “I never knew. I never guessed, Sasha. Only you have shown me this.” Katze held the boy tight. He knew he could never let Sasha go now. Not for Iason. Not for Jupiter. For the first time in eight years, Katze felt whole. Powerful and whole.

It was a miracle. This gentle pet had made him complete.


~~end “Katze’s Pet”