Anekin's Story

~~begin chapter 5

The shower had been amazing.

Anekin took the sponge from Derik’s hands, soaped it and washed his body. Almost as if he were worshipping at some holy shrine. Derik was already high from his experience in bed – when Anekin swirled the sponge over his cock and balls, Derik was hard again. He lost what little control he had, pushed Anekin to his knees and thrust his soap laden cock into the boy’s mouth. He thrust hard, wildly – mindless of Anekin’s comfort – and was totally surprised when the boy began massaging his balls and swallowed his considerable length down his throat. When Derik spurted wave after wave of his seed down the boy’s throat, Anekin swallowed it all.

When Derik recovered, he stared down at the blue hair, wet now, still between his thighs. Then he gently lifted Anekin to his feet and kissed him. He withdrew immediately, spitting. “Jupiter, boy – your mouth is full of soap.”

Anekin did not drop his eyes this time. “Your cock was full of soap, too, Master Derik.” A smile was playing at his lips.

Derik smiled, too. “Well, clean your mouth and let’s try that kiss again.”

When Anekin turned back, Derik put his arms around the boy and held him tightly before lifting his chin and capturing his lips again. Anekin was still tentative, but didn’t withdraw his tongue this time. Derik teased him until Anekin responded. Finally Derik pulled away. “You amaze me, boy.” When Anekin only looked at him with his big blue eyes, Derik kissed his forehead. “We’d better finish this shower if we have any hope of making it to Midas today.”

Finally the soft voice spoke. “Thank you, Master Derik.”

Derik turned off the water and handed Anekin a towel. “For what?”

“For… for touching me, Master Derik. For allowing me to climax, too.”

The boy’s eyes were on the floor again. His cheeks had colored pink. “You are a sweet boy, Anekin. How could anyone not?”

“I… No master has ever touched me before, Master Derik. Not like that.”

Derik felt a wave of sympathy. “I’m sorry, Anekin.”

The boy looked up now, a smile covering his face. “Thank you, Master Derik.”

~~

Derik was upset that he had to put a collar around Anekin’s slender neck. But the boy didn’t seem to mind. Indeed, for Anekin, the boy was actually bold. “Is it true, sir? That you will take me to Midas today?”

“Yes. I convinced Reis you needed more clothes.”

Anekin only nodded. He would need proper pet outfits, since Iason hadn’t sent any with him. Master Thaylen would want him to display. His only surprise was that Derik would actually take him to buy them.

Derik drove slower and more calmly than he had the prior day. He looked frequently at Anekin sitting in the other front seat beside him and smiled as he realized the boy wasn’t as frightened today. His hands were not clutching the seat. But his blue hair blew in swirls around his face. “You should have tied it back,” Derik commented as Anekin again pulled strands from his eyes.

“I didn’t know it was permitted, Master Derik.”

“What? How you wear your hair?”

Anekin darted his eyes at Derik. “Yes, sir.”

Derik shook his head. “Ridiculous.” He pulled the car over, searched beneath his seat and handed Anekin a scarf to wrap around his head. “From now on, when you know you’re going with me in the car, pull your damn hair back.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Shut up.” Derik squealed the tires as he pulled back on the road. He was sorry for his harshness when he saw tears run down those pale cheeks, but he couldn’t bring himself to apologize. The stupid boy should stand up for himself.

~~

Anekin was looking up in wonder as they entered Midas. His only view of the city before had been from Iason’s penthouse. It was spectacular at night, glowing with bright lights. But in the daylight, the sights were still amazing – tall buildings reaching the sky, bright colored flags waving in the light breezes. “Are we going to see Master Iason, sir?”

Derik pulled into an underground parking area. “Do you think he’d welcome a surprise visit from a mongrel and an ex-pet?”

Anekin blushed deeply and realized the foolishness of his question. Festus had told him he was stupid and should never open his mouth – except to suck cock. It was true. “I’m sorry, Master Derik. Remy and Flick and Riki would welcome us, sir. But… but probably Master Iason would not.”

Derik stretched as he got out of the car. “Who are Remy and Flick?”

“They are others of Master Iason’s pets, sir.”

“How many does he have?”

“Only the three, sir.”

Three pets. What was the man – a sex machine? But Derik said nothing else, just put his arm around Anekin’s shoulder and started toward the elevator.

Anekin balked. “Master Derik, sir. I must be leashed.”

Derik stopped and looked down at him. “Shit. Do these stupid rules never end?”

Anekin dropped his eyes. “I don’t know, sir,” he said softly. “But if pets are not leashed, they cannot walk the streets of Midas. Master Iason even leashed Riki when he took him out.” After Riki had fussed and fumed – complaining every time.

“Fine.” But Derik was hardly happy. He went back to the car and pulled out Anekin’s leash. Reis had told him to bring it today, but he hadn’t intended to use it. Anekin, on the other hand seemed not the least upset at the idea. He tilted his head and held his hair so Derik could hook the leash to his collar.

The mongrel wondered how anyone could submit willingly to such treatment. Before Reis, he certainly had never been welcomed when he ventured out of Ceres on his own – but never would he have consented to wear a damn collar and leash. He hooked the leash on Anekin’s collar, then jerked it harshly as he led the pet forward.

Anekin followed him as best he could, wondering why Derik was angry – and why he continually jerked at the leash. By the time they emerged on the street, Anekin’s neck was bleeding. He held his fingers over the cut and said nothing.

But in the first store they entered, one of the clerks ran toward them. He sneered at Derik – but his real anger was toward Anekin. “Look at this, you filthy mongrel – your damn pet is making a mess in the store. Get him out. NOW!”

Derik turned to look at Anekin – half expecting him to be pissing in public. But the small pet was standing still with a look of terror in his eyes. Derik pulled his hand from his neck and saw the blood. It had dripped on his shirt, but certainly nowhere in the store. Derik turned on the clerk in fury. “Is this what you’re screaming about? He just needs a bandage.”

The clerk huffed, then stepped back as he recognized the emblem on Derik’s furniture bracelet. Thaylen. Not a Blondie – but an old, noble family – not one to be screwed with. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Please bring your pet in the office.”

Another time, Derik might have spat in the man’s face. And gotten himself in trouble with Reis – again. But Reis had been more than just angry last time. He had been furious. If you have any hope of masquerading as my furniture, you have to play the part when you’re in public. The lecture had gone on for some time and the sex afterwards had been so brutal, Derik had not found release, the pain so bad that his erection had wilted.

Not an experience Derik ever wanted repeated. He forced himself to reply politely to the clerk. “Thank you for your help.”

Derik did brush the young clerk aside once they were all inside the little office, and saw to the wound himself. The injury wasn’t serious – hardly more than a little cut. Derik held a soft white pad against it and the bleeding quickly stopped. He looked to the clerk again. “Can you bring me something to clean him?” With the clerk out of the way, he spoke to Anekin. “I’m sorry. I was angry with you for accepting the collar and leash. I shouldn’t have hurt you.”

Anekin met his eyes. “It’s nothing, Master Derik.” He dropped his eyes. “Except I bled on my new shirt. I’m sor…”

“Stop it, Anekin.” Derik held the boy’s shoulders tightly. “This is my apology – not yours.”

Anekin looked up and dared to smile. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

If the clerk had not reappeared at that very moment, Derik would have pulled Anekin against him and kissed him. As it was, he stepped back just in time – and spoke for the clerk’s benefit. “I’m glad it’s not more serious. Master Thaylen would have been furious with me.” Anekin saw Derik wink, but not the clerk, who was busy staring at the pet’s face. Derik coughed – not discretely – and the clerk handed him the wet cloth and the self adhesive bandage.

The rest was over quickly, and Derik led Anekin – this time, very carefully – into the store to shop. “What would you like to wear?”

Anekin was shocked. Not pet outfits? His first instinct was to say whatever Derik wanted, but he stopped himself. “If you really mean I get to choose, sir, I would like jeans and a t-shirt – like Riki wears.”

Derik was amused at the thought of Mink’s mongrel pet as Anekin’s role model, but he nodded, and the clerk led them to the appropriate area of the store. “I can take his leash, sir,” the clerk said, “while you look for things you’d like him to have.” Derik was ready to protest, except he’d already discovered he had no idea how pets were handled in the city – so he handed the leash to the clerk.

He looked over the merchandise and selected two pairs of jeans – one blue, the other black. “He needs to try them on. I have no idea what size he is.” Other than extra-small. Derik started to unhook the leash, but the clerk stopped him.

“Pets can’t be loose in the store.” His voice was indignant.

Derik clenched his teeth and pulled forth all the humility he could. “Of course. I apologize for my lack of knowledge. This is my first experience with a pet.” He took Anekin’s leash from the young man and led the pet into the changing room. “Fucking prick,” he whispered when they were alone.

“They are just the rules of society, Master Derik,” Anekin replied softly. He looked up into Derik’s beautiful brown eyes. “I don’t like them either, sir.”

“A little spirit after all?”

Anekin blushed. “It has never been allowed before, Master Derik.” In truth, Festus had punished him for any show of resistance – severely if he ever expressed a desire of his own. He had learned to repress himself very early.

Derik tilted Anekin’s chin. “Please don’t call me master.”

“I should in public, sir.”

Derik nodded and watched Anekin try on the clothes. The length was only a little off and Derik felt confident in choosing the right size without Anekin having to try them on again. He hurriedly chose t-shirts and went to the register to charge his purchases to Reis’ account.

The clerk leered at Anekin before focusing on Derik again. “Are you sure you don’t need some pet accessories, sir?”

“What?”

“Some chains, perhaps a training harness. Some whips? Maybe a dildo? I have several he could try.”

Derik glanced at Anekin, standing as if frozen, staring at the floor. “My Master did not mention such things,” he said carefully. “Do you perhaps have a catalogue?”

The young clerk was obviously disappointed. “The dildos really should be tried, sir. You need to make sure the size is right.”

Derik was disgusted. “I really cannot purchase anything my Master has not authorized,” he replied firmly. “But I will tell Master Thaylen.”

The clerk sighed, but put a catalogue in the bag. “When your master decides, please ask for me. I’ll be glad to help.”

Derik practically pushed Anekin out the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

~~

When they were in the car, Derik removed first Anekin’s leash and then the collar. “Does the cut hurt?”

“No, sir. I’m fine, Master Derik.”

“We’re not in public now. No more masters.”

Anekin smiled. “Yes, sir.” He hesitated only a moment before touching Derik’s hand. “Thank you, sir, for not making me… making me try those dildos in front of that man.”

“Did you really think I would?”

“Master Festus…” Anekin removed his hand from Derik’s, suddenly feeling filthy – as if he would contaminate Derik. He had dropped his eyes and his voice was barely audible. “My old master would have, sir.”

Derik stared at the boy. Apparently not all pets were as pampered as he’d thought. Before Mink, Anekin’s owner must have been appalling – if he would force dildos up the boy’s ass in front of other men. This sweet, gentle boy… He reined in his thoughts and left the parking garage.

Derik drove slowly – the roads in Midas were crowded now. He sighed in relief when they reached the causeway out of the city. “Are you hungry?” he asked Anekin. The boy would still not look at him. Trapped in memories, Derik realized. “I’m hungry, even if you aren’t. We’ll stop at a small place I know.”

There was no more conversation until Derik stopped. The place was a simple country drive-in. This far from the city, there was little traffic. But the little shop’s landscaping was neat and attractive. Outside the paved area, there was an expanse of groomed grass, with trees in the distance. There were tables outside, but no inside seating. The only other customers were two young men on motorcycles. Dark-haired, but probably citizens – out for a day’s enjoyment of the late spring weather. They seemed friendly and nodded to Derik as he walked by. Anekin only watched shyly.

When Derik returned, he set a bag between the seats and handed a drink to Anekin. “Feeling better, now?” he asked as he moved into his own seat.

Anekin looked at him and smiled. “Yes, Derik. Thank you.”

Derik turned onto a little dirt road, drove a way and stopped. “Get out – take the food. I’ll get a blanket.”

“What are we doing, sir?

“We’re having a picnic, Anekin. Eating in the open.”

“My mother used to have picnics, sir. She would cook and we would take great baskets of food.”

Derik spread the blanket and sat down. “At least you knew your family.”

“You didn’t, sir?”

“No – I was sent to an orphanage when I was a baby. Ran away from it as soon as I could run.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Derik made himself calm down. “Not so bad. At least my family didn’t sell me as a pet.”

Anekin looked at him and smiled. “I think you would not have made a good pet, sir.”

“Damn, I hope not.” He pulled Anekin close to him and kissed the boy. “You’re getting better at this.”

Anekin smiled again – and Derik felt his heart race. Dear Jupiter. I’m getting fond of this boy. He pulled him down and ran his hands over the pet’s body, amazed again at the silky feel of his skin. They continued their game of lips and tongues until Derik noticed the sun was falling.

“Shit. We have to go. Reis may be home first.” He noticed that Anekin’s lips were red and swollen. He’d have to hide the boy, get him back to his room before Reis saw him.

He felt his own mouth – hoping he did not look like Anekin. There was no way he could hide himself from Reis.

~~end chapter 5