Anekin's Story

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~~begin chapter 4

Anekin hung his new clothes carefully in his closet, stroking the fabric almost reverently. When he was finished, he glanced around the room – but everything was in place and there was nothing for him to do there. He sat on the bed to wait for the dinner Derik said would be brought. And stared at the white walls, trying to be patient.

He glanced at the door, wondering if he was locked in again, like last night. He thought Derik had not turned the lock – and finally, he got up to check. He was almost overjoyed to find the knob would turn. Although he would not dare leave the room without permission. He looked out into the hall for a few moments but when he could see nothing – nor hear anything – he shut the door and went back to bed

This time, he lay down and shut his eyes. Not really to rest – he wasn’t tired. Just because there was nothing else to do. His mind wandered back over the events of the day. Derik had seemed to despise him when Master Thaylen first introduced them, but had become increasingly kinder as the day wore on. After Master Thaylen was gone.

He wondered why Derik hadn’t wanted him to display in the bedroom tonight. Perhaps Derik did not find him attractive. The thought disturbed him – not unexpectedly. And all his old fears about not being academy bred, or worthy to be a real pet, rose again. Perhaps Master Thaylen would be rid of him immediately. Even if Master Iason had not wanted it.

But what had Master Iason intended? Perhaps he had simply not wanted him – and knew Riki would be upset if he was sold to a brothel or a factory. Riki – beautiful, self-assured Riki. Who disobeyed his master all the time. And still maintained Master Iason’s attention – even his affection.

Thoughts of Riki lead to thoughts of Derik. Also a mongrel, also beautiful. Taller than Riki, but like him in so many ways. Strong and assured. Confident in how he moved and how he acted. But, unlike Riki, Derik was free. And, regardless of what he said wanted to be called – Derik was also his master.

Anekin got up and went to the bathroom to brush his hair. He hadn’t realized it had become such a mess. No wonder Derik doesn’t want me around. He felt tears build in his eyes – and was ridiculously relieved to hear his main door open. He went back to the bedroom.

It was not Derik, of course, but some unknown person bearing a tray of food. Another mongrel. Shorter than Derik, maybe only as tall as Riki. Still taller than me. His arms were covered with hair. His stomach was pudgy.

But when he turned to Anekin and flashed his bright smile, all else was forgotten. He spoke in a firm, strong voice that demanded respect. “My name is Lamas. I run the household affairs. I was the one who failed to look out for you.” Lamas grinned at him sheepishly. “But Reis forgot to tell me you were here, so I have an excuse.”

Anekin bowed, taken aback by the strange man’s smile, his easy use of the Master’s name – and his friendliness. “Thank you very much, sir, for bringing me the dinner.”

Lamas shrugged. “Of course. It’s my duty to see that everyone in the house is fed.” He canted his head and studied Anekin. A beautiful petite boy, who was nervous around him. “It appears the rumors are true.”

Anekin looked up. “Sir?”

“That Reis has taken a pet.”

Anekin blushed and dropped his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

“What is your name, boy?”

“I am Anekin, sir.”

“I’m glad to meet you, young Anekin. I’ll see that you are fed on a more regular schedule now.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Anekin had still not looked up and Lamas grinned at his timidity as he left the room. He wondered what Thaylen would do with this boy. This pet. Before Derik, Reis had maintained a constant stream of bed-partners. Most of them were mongrels, though occasionally he would take some poor citizen. He enjoyed treating them brutally until they submitted to him. Then he would be rid of them.

The mongrels would be sent back to Ceres. But citizens just… disappeared. Derik had come as many a mongrel boy – beautiful and needy. But somehow, Derik had been different. He had calmed Reis for some years now and the parade of boys had stopped.

Derik had frequently shown up with bruises, but never battered like the others. Definitely never broken. And then, two years ago, Reis had begun training him as an assistant in business matters, driving and accompanying him on most excursions. And Reis had made no attempt to hide his affection – treating Derik almost like an equal. Giving him authority over the household – second only to himself.

Lamas could not help but wonder how this pet would affect the equilibrium. Perhaps not at all. Perhaps he would just be forgotten and left in his room to stagnate. But Derik’s attention to the pretty boy today made that highly unlikely.

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Reis kissed Derik goodbye that morning – like he did every day that he didn’t use Derik’s services as his driver. Derik continued to watch until Reis was out of sight. And wondered just what the hell was going on. Reis was up to something dangerous – and Derik wanted to be with him. Sighing loudly, he wandered back to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

One of the staff was cleaning. “Has the pet been fed?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Shit.” Derik headed to Anekin’s room, fully intending to give Lamas an earful the next time he saw him. But in the hallway, outside Anekin’s door was a tray – mostly empty, except with remnants of what must have been breakfast. Derik calmed himself and opened the door. The bed was made, the room perfectly clean.

The bathroom door was shut and Derik could hear the running water of the shower. Anekin was bathing. Derik opened the door quietly and went in to watch the pet. Anekin did not notice him immediately – he was shampooing his hair. But once his head was rinsed and he had started to soap his body – he did notice and became absolutely still as his eyes met Derik’s.

Derik grinned as he saw the flush color the pet’s face and chest. “Good morning, Anekin.”

Anekin bowed his head. “Good morning, Master Derik.”

For just a moment, Derik started to tell Anekin he wasn’t a master – but, in truth, he found himself pleased at the title. Reis had given him authority he never expected to have. A mongrel with any authority over anything was rare outside Ceres. To suddenly find himself owning another person – even a pet – was intoxicating. “Finish your bath, pet. I want to see you display.”

Derik went back in the bedroom to wait. Having the pet display was certainly not what he had intended – but the sight of the water running over the planes of that slim young body had excited him. He wanted to see what a pet did. This pet.

Anekin walked in, his body dry now, but his hair still damp as if fell to his shoulders. “How do you want me, sir?”

Derik had no idea what to ask for. “Whatever you did at Mink’s party.”

Anekin knelt on the floor before him – far enough away that Derik could see his whole body. He spread his thighs wide. His hands started on his neck and he caressed himself softly. His nipples were already taut from the chill in the air after the warm bath. He toyed with them gently at first, just massaging them with his finger-tips, then began to pluck them and twist. He moaned as he caused himself pain – and felt the heat rush to his groin. His cock was beginning to grow. But he took time to stroke down his sides, over his flat belly and down the tops of his thighs.

When he brought his fingers in delicate movements up the inside of his thighs, he was aware that Derik’s breathing had quickened. But now, Derik’s reactions had little impact. His own needs took over. He handled his ball sac, rising slightly on his knees to reach it better, rolling each ball in his hands. He was aware of his own breathing becoming ragged and could feel his pulse in his erect cock. With one hand, he continued to massage his balls, with the other, he stroked his cock. His hips were rocking forward, small gasps of pleasure escaped his lips.

And then Derik’s voice broke through. “Stop, Anekin. Come to bed.”

It took Anekin some moments to comprehend. He opened his eyes – and saw Derik naked on his bed, cock engorged and visibly throbbing. Anekin felt fear – memories of Festus flooded him. But this was not Festus. This was Derik. Anekin rose to his feet in one graceful movement and joined him.

Derik was not gentle, but neither was he as harsh as Festus had always been. He covered Anekin’s mouth with his own and forced his tongue inside the boy’s mouth. Anekin might be skilled in many things, but kissing wasn’t one of them. He drew his own tongue back and simply submitted to Derik’s exploration.

Derik drew back and chuckled. “You haven’t kissed much have you?”

“No, Master. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll have to put off the lessons. Right now, I have other needs. Turn over.”

Anekin did, lifting his ass in the air and spreading his thighs.

“Shit.” Derik got up and went to the bathroom, seeking some sort of lubricant. When he found nothing else, he picked up the bottle of shampoo. Anekin was still in position and Derik climbed behind him. He stroked Anekin’s round buttocks, then ran his hands up the slender body and found Anekin’s nipples. The vision of the boy titillating himself swept his mind and he tugged at the nipples, first gently – then harder until Anekin gasped. The sound went straight to his cock and his need became urgent.

“Spread your cheeks, Anekin.” The boy put his head on the pillow and reached back to pull his buttocks apart. Derik felt a shiver of anticipation as he saw the soft pink puckered opening. He squeezed shampoo on his fingers and thrust one inside. Anekin was hot inside – and unexpectedly tight. Derik took as long as he could to prepare the boy – but his need was urgent. He coated his cock and put it in place. “Relax for me, Anekin.” But he couldn’t wait – he held tightly to Anekin’s hips and thrust inside quickly. “Oh, Jupiter.” He knew he wasn’t giving Anekin’s body time to adjust to him – but he couldn’t stop himself. He pumped in and out, watching Anekin’s tender flesh cling to him with each movement. A few more quick thrusts and his orgasm erupted and he filled the small body with his seed.

He was almost ready to withdraw when he realized he had not tended to Anekin’s needs. He slipped his hand to the boy’s crotch, found his wilting length and handled it until it was hard again – then stroked him with increasing vehemence, and felt Anekin pushing into his hand. “Finish for me, Anekin.”

The boy’s breathing was erratic and he pumped into Derik’s fist with all his strength. He cried out as he came, spilling onto Derik’s hand and on the bed.

Derik smiled as he wiped the bed with his messy hand. He withdrew from the boy’s body and pulled him down, holding him gently. Surprisingly, Anekin spoke first. “We will both need another bath, Master Derik.”

“We will.” But Derik made no move to get up. He repeatedly stroked the boy’s body, remembering the last time he had been in such a position – of using another’s body. It was before he came to Reis. While he was still in Ceres. He had adjusted well enough to Reis, had learned to enjoy the pain Reis inflicted on him – even to look forward to it. But he had never forgotten the joy of being on top. Of dominating his partner. This tender boy – the pet – reminded him of times of sweetness, when sex had not always been a fight for dominance. He shook his head to clear such thoughts. He moved to get up, taking Anekin’s hand to lead him to the bathroom.

~~end chapter 4