Anekin's Story

** Many thanks to readers and reviewers – especially AngelsAndEnigma and Skart on the last chapter. **


~~begin chapter 6

Reis looked around the empty garage and sighed. He had hoped Derik would be here – he was finally ready to tell him of the success of his latest venture. But, of course, Derik was off with that damn pet again.

By the time he was walking into the house, his mood had lifted. It had been months since Derik had actually earned punishment. The very thought excited him. His groin tingled in anticipation. Tonight would be a night to celebrate after all – Derik would be completely at his mercy.

And then he could share his news.

Getting himself under control, Reis stopped at his office and opened his private files on the computer. He felt another surge of satisfaction, looking at the numbers. Mink had introduced the new Jasten just last month, allowing sale of only a few hundred of the powerful new motorcycles to carefully chosen Elites. Instantly building demand and desirability.

Mink had developed the Jasten, funded its testing and production – and carefully planned for its sale. He would be more than a little dismayed to find out an off-world dealership was ready for its first shipment.. Even more dismayed to find that the shipment was in progress. Stolen inventory Mink had intended to sell on Amoi to offset his own costs of development.

Reis turned off the computer. He was delighted his scheme had come to fruition, but it was somewhat disappointing that no one would ever know he was behind it. The cost of going against a Blondie. But Reis consoled himself by thinking this was only the first step of a long series. Eventually, he’d topple Mink. And at least crack Jupiter’s foundation. He’d never give up the fight to put humanity back in control. And be rid of that damn computer.

He felt the need to smash something. And thought again of Derik. Not that he’d actually damage Derik. But his lover didn’t need to know that right away – his fear always made their sessions sweeter. He got up, walked to the playroom and began setting up his props. Whips, chains – and toys. Toys that would hurt Derik – and thrill him at the same time. Reis had seen to that over the years. Derik had been unwilling at first and had required careful persuasion. Now he was an ideal companion – enjoyed being hurt almost as much as Reis enjoyed hurting him.

There were just a few things remaining – making sure the medical supplies were on hand and ready, that Derik’s favorite wine was chilled. To soothe his hurts and pamper his spirit when the session was over.

With his preparations complete, Reis locked the door and went outside to wait for Derik.

~~

Reis’ car was in the garage when Derik drove in. But Reis himself was nowhere in sight. Derik took the opportunity to hurry Anekin to his room. While the boy put away his new clothes, Derik went to the bathroom to check his appearance. Not as bad as he’d feared. His lips were only a little red – it could be blamed on driving in the sun. He hoped.

Anekin had put on his black jeans and black t-shirt by the time Derik returned. He turned for Derik to see him. “Do you like the clothes, sir?”

“You’re beautiful, Anekin. In those clothes or anything else.” Derik started to the door but caught a glimpse of Anekin’s disappointment. He stopped. “Anekin, if I could stay with you, I would. But I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, Master Derik. I didn’t mean to… to keep you, sir.” Anekin had blushed and dropped his eyes.

Derik smiled as he ruffled the soft blue hair. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Anekin.” He leaned over and kissed the boy’s forehead. “Lamas will bring your dinner. I’ll see you later.”

~~

Eventually, after checking their bedroom and the kitchen, Derik found Reis outside on the patio. He took a deep breath and tried to appear confident when he walked to the table. Reis didn’t speak to him – or even glance his way when he sat down. Derik tried to start the conversation. “How was your day?”

Reis turned slowly to meet his eyes. “Where the hell have you been?”

Derik hesitated. Was Reis really angry? “You knew I was taking the pet into the city to get some better clothes.”

“It didn’t take all day to get clothes, Derik. Where were you?” It was impossible to miss Reis’ anger this time.

Derik tried to remain calm. “I took Anekin on a picnic. Time got away from me.”

“A picnic? With that insipid little shit? Why?”

“I like him.”

Reis stood and leaned over Derik menacingly. “Like him? Have you lost your mind?”

Derik was worried now. His heart began to pound. Did Reis know he had fucked the pet? He tried to keep his voice calm. “Is something wrong, Reis? Did your day not go well?”

Reis smacked Derik’s face – hard enough to hurt – but not hard enough to break his skin. “My day was fine. You were supposed to be here when I got home.” Derik started to panic – but then Reis grinned. “Come inside with me. I have your punishment prepared.”

Slowly, Derik started to smile. It was the game. “Yes, Master,” he said as he got up and followed Reis with growing excitement.

~~

Derik glanced around the playroom, trying to determine what Reis had in mind for the night. The room was softly lit with fragrant candles and although the shackles from the ceiling had been lowered, the wrist restraints were the softly padded ones. Derik relaxed just a little, but Reis’ first words were harsh. “I took you in, you worthless mongrel slave. I’ve given you authority in my household. How dare you disobey me in something as simple as being home on time?”

Derik felt no real fear so far, but he answered in the spirit of the game. Disobedient slave, angry master. “I’m sorry, Master Reis.” He bowed his head and dropped to his knees.

“So you agree that you need punishment, slave?”

“Yes, Master Reis. Punish me, please, sir.”

“Strip.”

Derik undressed – slowly, sensually. And was gratified to hear Reis’ sharp intake of breath when his buttocks were exposed openly.

He was not so gratified when Reis spoke again. “Come here, slave, stand in front of me, hands on your head.” Reis was sitting in one of the two chairs, holding the cock and ball rings.

Derik paused when he saw them. They meant this was to be a long session – and that his needs would go unfulfilled. “Reis, please…”

“Shut up, slave, and get over here.” In spite of the tone – maybe because of it – Derik felt his excitement grow. He stood before Reis, his body completely bare, his hands clasped behind his head. The rings felt like ice and Derik could not hold in his shudder as they were clasped tightly at the base of his cock and the top of his ball sac. Any arousal he’d had disappeared under the impact of the cold metal that pinched him so tightly.

Derik managed not to drop his hands from his head as Reis stood before him and met his eyes. But after a moment, Derik dropped his eyes. As Reis’ thumb began to stroke his lower lip, Derik felt his first fear. Though his mouth was dry, he licked his lips to moisten them and touched Reis thumb.

“Eager, slave?” Reis asked in an amused tone.

“Yes, Master.”

Reis pushed his thumb into Derik’s mouth. “Suck, slave.”

Derik swirled Reis’ thumb with his tongue and sucked gently. His arms were beginning to ache, but he dared not lower them. He sucked harder.

“Enough. Stay here.” Reis walked into the shadows and returned with two items. “You may drop your arms.”

Derik did so gratefully. “Thank you, Master.”

The first item was a blindfold, which Reis wrapped around Derik’s eyes, tying it tightly in the back. Reis’ voice was seductively soft. “Will you need the gag, slave? Or do you think you can refrain from screaming?”

“I won’t scream, Master.”

Reis tested the resolve, tugging and pinching Derik’s nipples brutally. But only a low moan escaped Derik’s mouth. And his cock twitched. Reis smiled, satisfied.

Derik had begun to tremble and Reis stroked his arm gently, soothing him, as he led him to the shackles. “Raise your hands, slave.” Derik obeyed and Reis fastened the cuffs. “Spread your legs, slave.” Derik obeyed this order as well, and felt his cock begin to harden. He groaned at the pain of the ring, and Reis ran his hands down the muscular legs. “Do I ever punish you more than you can handle?”

“No, Master.” But Derik shivered and Reis continued his soothing strokes.

When Derik’s ankles were fastened in their cuffs, Reis turned on the controls that would stretch his body taut. He heard Derik moan and went back to massage his shoulders. “Relax, sweet slave. You know I’ll make you enjoy it.”

Derik leaned his head back into Reis’ hands. “Yes, Master.”

Reis continued to coddle his head for some moments. “Are you ready, now?” Derik nodded and Reis’ hands became hard around his neck. “You know better than that, slave. Answer when I speak to you.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”

But Derik struck his right buttock forcefully and watched as the flesh reddened. “I’m sure you won’t make that mistake again.” He returned to his chair and watched as Derik struggled to stay on the tips of his toes and not put all of his weight on his wrists. Reis wondered briefly about Derik’s lips – slightly red, slightly swollen. Absolutely enticing. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “How would you like to be warmed up tonight, slave?”

“With your hands, please, Master.”

Reis smiled and picked up the paddle.

~~

Reis returned to his chair and watched Derik react to his latest rape. Not sobs – Derik had not cried since their first week together. Reis had gone too far, thinking Derik stronger. He still regretted it.

Now, Derik’s breathing was loud, his beautiful body was covered by a soft sheen of perspiration. He glowed in the candlelight. He jerked in the chains trying to force the vibrating dildo from his ass. It wouldn’t dislodge, of course. But Derik continued to twitch each time his prostate was massaged, his moans and grunts getting progressively louder. Reis still waited, enjoying the sight of Derik’s muscles trembling – knowing his struggle. Knowing that he needed to come. And couldn’t.

But it was time to allow him relief. Derik stood behind him and jerked his head back by his hair. “Will you obey me now, slave?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry I was late.” Derik’s voice was trembling as much as his body.

Reis pinched at the abused nipples again – and Derik’s body arched into the touch – seeking more. Reis ran his hands down the familiar curves of his lover’s body. He had never thought this possible – that he could still be so attracted to the same man, that he could indeed love. He caressed Derik’s balls, squeezing and releasing, then shifted his hands to the glorious buttocks. He pushed at the dildo again – eliciting loud moans. “Be quiet, slave.” But the words were spoken softly.

Reis returned his hands to the front of Derik’s body, removing first the cock ring and then the ones on his ball sack. “Do not come until I give you permission, slave.” There was no answer this time. Derik had to battle with all his remaining energy not to come. Reis’ hands began to stroke his now fully engorged length. As he felt Derik throb within his hands, he reached up with one hand and took firm hold of Derik’s head, taking his mouth in a brutal, conquering kiss. And then the words Derik waited for. “Come for me now, my beautiful slave.”

And Derik did, shooting stream after stream of his creamy seed into Reis’ hands. He sobbed now – quietly, in relief. He was hardly aware when Reis walked behind him again and removed the dildo. He knew he was being lowered in the chains, and was grateful Reis stopped before he could collapse. He was aware that the shackles were removed from his ankles – and felt Reis rub them tenderly. And then Reis was standing in front of him, urging him to lean against his chest as he released first one wrist and then the other. Gentle arms picked him up and placed him in the bed. Then he was being wiped down with warm moist cloths. After he was turned to lie on his stomach, Reis wiped his back and the rear of his legs. He took a long time to clean all his seed from Derik’s buttocks and inner thighs.

When he was left alone, Derik’s body was a sea of sensations, each one coming separately, as waves might break on a shore. And each one was pleasurable in its own way... even the pain.

Reis’ hands were back, rubbing a soothing gel into his wrists, his ankles and his buttocks. Derik moaned as his buttocks were kneaded. He couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. He knew only that Reis touched him and that he took joy in that touch.

When he was turned to his back again, the blindfold was removed and he looked into the gorgeous eyes of his lover. Reis spoke softly. “When you’re ready, I have a glass of your favorite wine.” Derik only nodded and Reis went back to his chair.

~~

It was almost an hour before Derik decided to get up. Reis was thumbing through a magazine, but looked up immediately when Derik stood. “How are you?”

“Sore as hell. Where’s the wine you promised me?”

Derik got up to pour two glasses and Derik promptly took his seat. Reis arched his eyebrows, but handed Derik a glass and took the other chair. “You forget how to be a slave very quickly.”

“It’s only a special occasion role, Reis. Special occasion is now over.”

Reis looked at Derik in concern. “You could have said the safe-word at any time, Derik. Are you hurt?”

Derik shook his head. “No. But you know I hate to use the safe-word.”

Reis knelt between Derik’s thighs and handled his cock gently. “Derik, you know it’s important to me that you enjoy our sessions, too. This isn’t only for me.”

“Prove it.”

Reis smiled and took Derik’s penis into his mouth. He did everything he knew Derik liked – licked and nipped the entire surface. In just moments, Derik was erect again and Reis began to suckle as he manipulated the balls. Heavy, erratic breathing, hips surging forward. A large gulp of air followed by absolute stillness and silence – then heavy throbbing in the cock as wave after wave of ejaculate surged into Reis’ mouth and throat. Reis swallowed it all and licked Derik clean before he leaned back. “Proven?”

Derik took Reis’ head in his hands, pulled it forward until their lips met – and kissed him deeply. “Proven, my love.”

~~

Over dinner in the kitchen, Reis told Derik his news. “It’s only the first step, but it’s a good beginning. Aeger also wants academy trained pets. I figure I can pick up ones that are rejected here – maybe steal a shipment – and make a fortune on them.”

Reis did not expect Derik’s question. “You have this on your computer?”

“And here, I thought you’d be concerned for the pets.”

Derik shook his head. “Don’t you know about Mink’s furniture? Katze – the best hacker on the planet?”

Reis looked confused. “Mink’s furniture is a meek little boy named Daryl. What are you talking about?”

“Alright – ex-furniture. He works for Mink now.” Derik took Reis’ hand. “He’s famous in Ceres, a mongrel with real power. And he can find out anything, Reis.”

Reis was staring into Derik’s face, worrying his lower lip with his teeth, when Anekin appeared around the corner. The boy immediately colored when he saw them. “I’m sorry, Masters.” He started to retreat when Reis told him to stay. Anekin glanced at both of them before dropping his eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Reis stood up and approached him. “What the hell are you doing out of your room?”

Anekin dropped to his knees. “Master Lamas said…” Reis smacked him and blood trickled from his mouth.

Derik jumped up and pulled Anekin to his feet, holding him close. “What the hell is wrong with you, Reis? He’s just a boy stuck in an empty room.”

“And he’s the reason your lips were swollen and red.”

“So punish me.”

Reis seemed to relax. “I already did.” He returned to his seat and started to eat again. “Clean his mouth and fix him a piece of pie.”

~~

Reis ignored Anekin while he and Derik continued to discuss Katze, though he looked occasionally at the pet’s red and swollen lips. When they had finally made decisions, Reis went to call all of his associates and Derik turned his attention to the pet. “Did you like the pie?”

“Yes, Master Derik.” The boy looked up. “Were you punished because you kissed me, sir?”

Derik smiled. “No. It’s just a game Reis and I play.” His face turned serious again. “Were you really hungry? Or just bored?”

The boy licked his lips and looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I was bored, sir.” His next words were hurried. “I won’t come out of my room again. I promise, Master Derik.”

Derik tilted his head up. Anekin’s cheek was swelling and beginning to bruise. “This wasn’t your fault, pet.” Derik retrieved an ice pack from the freezer. “Go back to your room. Put this on your cheek.”

When Anekin was gone, Derik went into the study to find Reis. He was just putting up his phone and turning on the computer.

“Did you get everyone?”

“Yes, we’re all deleting our files now.”

“That’s not sufficient, Reis.”

“I know what I’m doing, Derik.” Reis’ voice was tense and angry. “I know how to clean a computer. And so does everyone else involved.”

Derik left the room – and Reis looked after him, tempted to follow and apologize. But the computer did have to be cleaned. He continued working. It seemed like hours – and it was with great relief that he saw Derik return with two glasses of wine. He took the one offered to him and then felt Derik’s hands on his shoulders – slowly working the tension away. Finally finished, Reis shut down the computer and looked up. “I love you, Derik.”

“I know. Can we go to bed, now? I’m sleepy.”

Reis stood and hugged Derik before they walked to the bedroom. He urged Derik to the shower and bathed him carefully, caressing his body with each motion of the sponge. “I’ll have to apply more ointment.”

“Just hurry up. I need to sleep.”

Reis dried Derik and applied more of the soothing gel. “Go to bed now. I’ll be there in a minute.” As Derik was leaving the bathroom, Reis called out behind him. “Don’t go to sleep yet. First you have to tell me what’s going on between you and the pet.”

Derik almost stumbled. Shit.

~~end chapter 6