Do you remember?

An exotic pet

Raoul encountered Iason at the door. He embraced him, some bitter taste still lingering in his mouth.
- Good evening, Iason. Welcome to my house.
He gently directed Iason to a seat on a lavish sofa. The Blondie smiled:
- I know I have been neutralized for a while, Raoul, but you do not have to care for me like I am some kind of crippled man.
Raoul sighed:
- I worry for you, my dear friend. You do not seem … to be all yourself. I simply want you back, but I won’t press you.
- What do you mean, Raoul? Did I do any mistakes today, at the conference?
Iason seemed genuinely worried, so his friend hurried to dissipate his fears.
- No, you perform as amazing as always. I mean, in your private life, you seem somewhat bored.
He caressed a flawless cheek and bent to place a chaste kiss on Iason’s temple.
- I do not know what to say to you, Raoul. I enjoy reading, playing chess with you … is there something I did before that accident that I do not do now? Somehow, you make me think something is amiss! And I don’t know what it is!
Raoul just flashed a half perverted smile and whispered in Iason’s ear:
- Pet shows. What do you think? Do you want to go see one?
Iason just shrugged.
- I don’t really care for pets. I’d rather stay here, with you, if you don’t mind.
Raoul didn’t want to let the matter drop, just like that.
- But what if I have one, here?
- As you wish … Iason complied, but not with too much conviction in his voice.
His friend motioned from the sofa and walked to the door. In a few seconds, he came back with a creature treading in his footsteps. The youth wore nothing but leather strips, enticingly wrapped against his wrists, his torso, and his ankles, complemented by a see through thong made of lace. The boy walked with his head bowed, and Iason just let his eyes travel over the young body, showing no signs of interest. Raoul sat again next to Iason and asked eagerly:
- What do you think of him?
- Raoul, he is so … dark. And he is a little too old for a pet, don’t you think? Have you created him in your lab? He looks … like a mongrel.
The dark haired youth kneeled before them, tight fists resting on browny legs. Iason asked him gently:
- Raise your eyes, pet, I want to see your face.
Eyes floating in tears fixed Iason, making the Blondie jump for a blink of a second. After that, Iason remained unmotioned. Raoul asked worriedly:
- What’s the matter, Iason?
- N…nothing, Raoul. Just a sudden headache, I think. What an exotic pet you have, quite exquisite. I’m sorry for not being in the mood to watch him perform tonight, Raoul. But, tell me, what’s with him? Is he a mongrel, as I think?
- Yes, he is, Iason.
Iason smiled.
- You are a little devil, aren’t you, Raoul? Where did you get such a specimen?
- Aren’t you … shocked? Disgusted?
- Disgusted? Why? He is very beautiful.
Iason let his eyes roam again over the form on the floor, now with a faint sign of interest.
- How old is he?
- He is 21.
- Very beautiful, indeed, Raoul. Such black eyes. But don’t you have trouble keeping him?
- No, nobody cares whom I have home.
- This is some daring talk from your part, Raoul. Doesn’t Jupiter mind?
- You are chiding me?
Raoul seemed very sad. Iason caressed his friend’s arm, in apology.
- No, Raoul, I would never do that. Your pet is wonderful, I hope we will both get to enjoy him another night.
Raoul thought he heard his heart cracking upon hearing these words and he almost cringed away from Iason’s touch. On the floor, the pet let his head on his chest, hardly surpressing his sobs.
- But he is very sad, Raoul. Does he miss somebody?
The form on the floor fidgeted upon hearing these words. Raoul laughed nervously:
- Who cares about a pet’s feelings?
- Raoul, Iason chided affectionately, you care about the whole galaxy. But I will let you be. My head is killing me. Please accept my apologies for not being able to enjoy your pet tonight. I bet he is exquisitely enthralling, as anything that’s yours.
Iason threw Raoul a sheepish smile and let his friend kiss his lips. He let himself comforted in the soft kiss, than reluctantly let go.
- Farewell, my friend.
He didn’t look back, not once. When the door shut, the pet began to cry relentlessly. Raoul passed by him and ordered, in a strangled voice:
- Get up, wash your face and sleep. I don’t want your face ruined. He will be back another night.
The youth got up from the floor.
- You asshole! You brought him to this!
Raoul felt a headache of his own slowly developing.
- I guess I must be grateful you kept your mouth shut when he was here. Is it too much to ask you to be quiet?
The boy rushed to the Blondie and started to pound the broad chest with his fists, angrily:
- You, at least, get to hold him in your arms, to kiss him!
Raoul pushed the pet away from him, making him stumble and fall on his back, on the sofa. In one swift movement, he was over the dark haired boy, scanning his features with tentative eyes. Disdain could be read in green emerald eyes.
- What did he see in you, mongrel? How could he let himself led by you towards his own destruction? And you dare accusing me! I had no choice!
Only hatred could be seen in the black pools. Raoul could not help himself and he angrily bit on full red lips, drawing blood. The youth squirmed under him, trying to free his body from his tormentor. But Raoul pressed him into the sofa, panting:
- You are not going anywhere! Show me what is like to be the pet of Iason Mink!
The youngster felt like fainting under the weigh.
- Please, Raoul! He managed to utter.
The Blondie released him a little, only to adjust his body between lean tanned legs. He grinded the boy’s groin with his erection and began moving against it. He could tell the dark one was fighting against his own forming arousal and he grinned malevolently.
- Yes, you respond so well …
The boy drew his breath and spat in his face:
- Do you want to share Iason’s fate by fucking me?
- I’m not Iason, pet. I can do what I want with you, no one will care. Not even Jupiter. She gave you to me.
- Why? The voice sounded almost desperate.
- To have you done with. But I haven’t decided yet, and she doesn’t care.
The mongrel pondered for a while, and Raoul just watched different emotions passing over the handsome face.
- You have a plan, the youth said matter of factly. I think … you want him to remember. I know I want him to remember me, but you? Why, Raoul?
Raoul cursed at the boy’s shrewdness of mind. He got up abruptly from the warm body.
- None of your business. Go to your room. I do not want to see your face until tomorrow night. In the meantime, do not waste yourself with crying. I want you to look amazing when Iason will come again.