Anekin's Story

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Title: Anekin's Story
Author: DrkDreamer
Email-Address: AydenSadari@aol.com
Pairings: Anekin/Thaylen
Date: September 18, 2006
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. Anekin and Thaylen and any others not mentioned above do belong to me. I am not paid for anything I write using Ai no Kusabi as the inspiration or background. I just love the AbK universe and like to play in it. No harm or disrespect EVER intended.


** Remy and Flick are pets belonging to Iason (in addition to Riki). Anekin is the boy who who tripped Riki at the pet show. Riki talked Iason into 'rescueing' him. The story begins at the party Iason holds to gift Anekin to an elite he thinks will treat Anekin better than his last master. We'll see...

Iason and Riki may put in occasional appearances in later chapters, but this really is just an original story set in the Ank world. **

~~begin chapter 1

Remy and Flick were upset they could not attend Anekin’s party, but still they helped him dress and arranged his hair. “You are so lucky,” Remy said. “A party just for you.”

Anekin looked at himself in the large mirror. Remy had braided his hair, weaving green ribbons through his blue strands. He seldom thought himself as pretty as Remy or Flick, but his hair certainly was lovely – at least tonight. And the new clothes Iason had bought him were breathtaking. A sleeveless vest, pale blue like his hair, that hung open to display his chest. It had embroidery of vines – like the ribbons in his hair. The pants were the same color as the vines and ribbons, made of diaphanous fabric that seemed to just float around him. He tugged at the waist again, trying to cover his navel – but Remy slapped his hands away.

“They’re supposed to hang low like that, silly. They show off your flat tummy.” Anekin smiled at him. Remy always had something nice to say.

Then Flick was talking again. “Maybe someone else will bring a pet, too.” Flick grinned. “You may get to pair for all the elites, Anekin. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Oh, I’m so jealous,” Remy said, kissing Anekin’s cheek. Then his face fell. “And you can’t even tell us about it later. You’ll be gone with your new master.”

Anekin tried not to cry. He knew he was lucky. Master Iason had saved him from Master Festus and let him live here. For months now. He’d been allowed to wear clothes and not go naked like Festus always required. Iason had him display only once, but never forced him to pair.

And he’d made friends – Remy and Flick – and Riki. He listened to Remy and Flick babble on, and wished he was like them – academy trained – eager to perform and pair – and always so happy.

But he was just an off-world pet – sold by his family when he was young. Taught the basics of service and then auctioned off. He had tried so hard in the beginning to please Festus, but the master never seemed happy with him.

He thought perhaps he was a little more like Riki. But that wasn’t true either. Riki had had a real life before he came to Master Iason. And he was strong and bold. And he wasn’t content with his life. But Iason loved him. And, though Riki would never admit it, Anekin suspected Riki loved Iason, too.

Anekin tried to push away such thoughts. Master Iason had found him a new master. He would not be sent to a brothel. Not yet. Iason had even introduced them – wanting Anekin’s approval before transferring his registration. Anekin found the Lord Thaylen frightening – but he would never have disagreed with Master Iason. And it was strangely comforting to think that Iason meant to give him a choice.

Remy was talking to him again. “Is there something wrong, Anekin?”

Anekin quickly shook his head. “No, no. I’m fine, just a little nervous. And I’m sorry you can’t come to the party.”

There was a knock at the door and Daryl entered. “Oh, Anekin,” he said. “You are so beautiful. Master Thaylen is going to be thrilled.” He hesitated before going on. “Riki will not attend Master Iason tonight after all. He would like you to come instead, Flick.”

Flick’s face lit up – and then became a picture of dismay. “But I’m not ready. I’m not dressed and it’s almost time.”

Daryl just shook his head, smiling. “You look wonderful, Flick. You always do. Just comb your hair and put a little make-up on your eyes. Master Iason will want you only in chains tonight. I’ll put them on you, so you don’t have to worry about dressing.”

Remy was almost in tears. “Why does Flick get to go?”

Daryl’s voice became stern. “Stop it, Remy. You’re not a baby.” Remy stopped immediately and started to pull out Flick’s make-up – happy again to be helping Flick. Daryl smiled now – very glad some of the pets paid attention to him. Unlike Riki, who would be locked alone in his room tonight. “When I can, I’ll bring you some of the food from the party, Remy.”

Remy’s face lit again in his brilliant smile. “Thank you, Daryl.”

“Ten minutes now. I’ll be back to put on Flick’s chains. Both of you be ready.”

~~

Flick was excited to be on display. He had not the least anxiety about being all but naked in front of a room full of elites. He even pinched and tugged at his nipples to make them stand out and fondled him cock to make sure he looked at least partially aroused. Remy went to Anekin and wanted to stimulate his body, too. But Anekin was hesitant, actually refusing to let Remy handle his penis.

Remy backed off, mystified at Anekin’s attitude. But, finally he sunk to his knees before Flick and suckled him until he was fully engorged. He pulled away as Flick began to thrust in his mouth. “You can’t go any further,” Remy teased. “Master Iason won’t want you already spent. Flick groaned – uncomfortable now and in need, but he knew what Remy said was true and stopped any further motions.

Daryl smiled at the three of them, thinking that Flick and Remy were ideal pets. He knew Anekin was a little strange, but if Master Iason instructed him to perform, he would. And Daryl was sure he would just as easily obey Master Thaylen. If Master Iason was content with him, that was all that mattered.

“Come on, boys,” Daryl said. “It’s time now. Both of you should go sit at Iason’s feet to start. He will instruct you after that.” Flick’s face was flushed with arousal and he held himself proudly. Anekin was still shy – and frightened – and he held his head low. Daryl quickly whispered in his ear. “Stand straight, Anekin. Hold your head up. You belong to the most important Blondie in all of Amoi. Show your pride in that.”

Anekin blushed deeply as he obeyed. His shyness was hardly the correct motivation, but as long as he held his head up, everyone would take it as excitement. He followed Flick to Iason’s grand hall – and fought down his panic.

~~

Anekin was immediately aware of the hum of conversation around him as he and Flick approached the well lit area of Iason’s townhouse. And then of silence. He dared to look around and discovered that all eyes were on them – or, rather, on Flick. He almost sighed in relief when he realized it. Flick had realized the same thing – and beamed with pleasure. Iason was watching them both and called them to sit on the cushions at his feet.

When Anekin finally became brave enough to look up, he saw that Lord Thaylen was sitting next to Master Iason. He was not a Blondie, but was still an imposing man. Almost as tall as Iason, his shoulders were broad and his legs showed well-developed muscles through his skin tight pants. Short, close-cropped hair of strawberry blond. Anekin felt his heart pound as his new master studied him. The man was smiling, but Anekin was still frightened. He heard the conversation when Thaylen spoke with Iason.

“Perhaps we should start off with my boy performing, Lord Mink. I have yet to see him naked.”

Anekin was aware of Iason looking around the room. “I suspect everyone who is coming is here. I had hoped…” Iason’s voice trailed off. He had hoped Raoul would come, but it appeared he had not. “I think you’re right, Lord Thaylen. It’s time for the entertainment to begin.” Iason stood. “Gentlemen, please gather round. My pet, Anekin, is now officially transferred to my friend and colleague, Byron Thaylen. Lord Thaylen has graciously requested that he will perform for us now.”

Iason handed Anekin two cloths. “Sit on one,” he said softly. “The other is to clean yourself afterwards.” When Anekin did not move, Iason squeezed his shoulder painfully. “Do not disappoint me,” he whispered. Then louder – for all to hear, “Undress, now, and go to the center of the room.” When the boy was up and walking, Iason laughed softly. “He is not academy trained, gentlemen, and is a little shy. But I’m sure he will put on a very good show.”

Anekin blushed even deeper, sure he would disappoint all the men. Afraid he would disappoint Iason and his new master. But he pulled off his vest slowly and let it float softly to the floor. He rubbed at his nipples, then plucked them with his fingers until they were hard. He was encouraged at the murmurs of approval he heard. He played with his nipples more, tugging them sharply now and twisting, as he had seen Remy and Flick do, until he was sure they were red and swollen.

Only then did he release the hook on his pants and let the diaphanous fabric fall to the floor. He swayed his hips in soft seductive circles as he handled his penis until he felt it swell in his hands. He stroked more and made soft moans he could not hold in. He was sure it was Lord Thaylen who spoke. “Ahhh – an excellent slut.” Anekin spread his legs and massaged his ball sac. His slender cock began to throb. It was time. He arranged the cloth on the floor and knelt to face his audience, spreading his thighs as far apart as he could.

He waited until he could hear murmurs again. Then started to stroke his length with one hand and pull at the head with the other. He could not help himself. Sounds began to emerge from his throat. Groans of pain as he hurt himself to amuse these men, moans of pleasure as he grew harder and more needy. He looked at Lord Thaylen. “Please, master. May I come now?”

Thaylen smiled. “Not yet, my little beauty.” He threw a ribbon toward Anekin. “Tie the ribbon at the base of your cock. Pull it tight so you cannot climax. Then continue stroking yourself.”

Anekin’s hands were trembling as he picked up the ribbon. No one had ever asked this of him before. He worked carefully to obey the command. And heard someone comment – “Why not just tighten his cock ring?”

“No.” Thaylen’s voice. “I prefer the lovely little slut make his own torture. So much more pleasurable to watch.” Followed by murmurs of agreement as Anekin tied the ribbon.

When Anekin thought he was done, he looked to Lord Thaylen. “Tighter, Anekin. We want to see your flesh bulge around the ribbon.”

There was laughter as Anekin started again. This time, he tied the ribbon so tightly that he was in pain. “Stroke harder now,” Thaylen said. “Try to come.” Anekin obeyed even though the pain was awful. His hips began to thrust forward, his need to climax driving him. He could feel the liquid drip from his tip, but it gave him no relief. “Harder, Anekin. Try harder.”

The boy obeyed, his hips bucking now – his need awful and hurtful. His hands worked frantically as tears began to spill down his cheeks. The laughter was louder now and others were urging him to try harder. Anekin continued, his cock raw and burning from his rough handling of himself – and all his sounds were ones of pain.

“Master Iason,” Thaylen said, “send your other pet to wet him so he doesn’t hurt himself.” Anekin heard Iason speak to Flick, and then Flick’s mouth enveloped him, his tongue lapping and his sucking becoming more vigorous. Anekin couldn’t stop himself. He cried out in pain as the pressure – the need to orgasm became overwhelming.

But finally Iason spoke again. “Enough now. Anekin, remove the ribbon.” Anekin obeyed immediately and almost instantly exploded his release down Flick’s throat. He was sobbing now – in pleasure. In relief that the torture was over. He became aware that Flick continued to lap at him, licking him gently now. Anekin put his hands in Flick’s hair and caressed his head.

When Flick looked up, his eyes were full of desire. Anekin was shocked, not understanding how Flick could have enjoyed this. Thaylen’s voice rang out again, tight now with his own passion. “Master Iason, let your boy take him.”

Anekin turned over, knowing well enough how to do this, and lifted his ass in the air. He felt Flick pry his buttocks apart and begin to push at his opening. He was breached almost immediately and felt Flick shove inside him. There was no pleasure for Anekin in this, but he performed as he had been taught – pushing himself back onto Flick’s cock – impaling himself completely – and moving in rhythm with Flick.

He cried out again as Flick came, feeling the hot liquid fill him. But his sounds of pain were overshadowed by Flick’s loud cry of pleasure. He collapsed his arms and put his head on the floor as Flick finished. He was vaguely aware of Flick withdrawing, and then the cloth wiping at the spillage on his legs. Flick was speaking to him softly. “You were just wonderful, Anekin. It was the best showing I’ve ever seen.” Flick’s arms pulled him upright and helped him sit.

All the men who had watched were wandering off, seeking more food and drink. Flick was still talking. “I think we paired very well. It was so exciting, Anekin. You moved so well. And you were exquisitely tight.” Anekin only looked at him. He had thought it terrible, embarrassing and painful. But he kept silent and forced himself to smile as Flick continued to express his enjoyment.

Finally, Thaylen’s voice reached him. “Get dressed now, Anekin. You were a lovely slut tonight. It is time for us to go home.” Anekin obeyed, knowing on some level that his master was complimenting him – but humiliated by the words. Slut. A lovely slut. A lovely slut who obeyed explicitly. All that was expected of a pet.

Flick tried to object. “Bur Master Thaylen, we can do it again. I’m not tired at all.”

Iason’s voice interrupted. “That’s enough for tonight, Flick. Go back to your room now.” At Flick’s look of disappointment, Iason smiled and added, “Tell Remy about your evening.”

Flick looked up and smiled. “Yes, Master Iason. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity.”

“You’re welcome,” Iason said smiling. “You did very well, Flick.”

When Flick was gone, Anekin looked up fearfully at Thaylen. “Master, was I satisfactory to you?”

“Of course you were,” Thaylen said calmly. Then he smiled. “I especially enjoyed you with the ribbon play.”

Anekin looked down, afraid his master would see the tears in his eyes. “I’m glad you enjoyed him, Lord Thaylen,” Iason was saying. “I hope he will bring you much pleasure.”

“I’m sure he will, Lord Mink. You are very kind to let me have him.”

Thaylen put a collar around Anekin’s neck and hooked a leash to it. “Come along, Anekin.”

~~

Iason watched them leave before turning to his remaining guests. He thought Thaylen demanding – but not particularly harsh. He had hoped – and expected – the man would deal more considerately with Anekin. But, in truth, Anekin was just a bribe to secure Thaylen’s cooperation in a joint business venture. It was very probable he was trying to live up to the expectations of the Blondies in attendance. He had asked for nothing that Iason himself had not demanded of his own pets in times past. Later, he will be kinder, Iason thought. But, all in all, it was better that Riki had not been present to witness the evening. Riki – who thought he was powerful enough to assure Anekin’s future…

Iason refilled his wine glass and joined the few other Blondies who had come tonight. They were talking about Anekin and Flick. At least the comments were favorable. It was not only Iason who thought Anekin had done well. One of the Blondies – a banker who financed some of Iason’s projects – asked pointedly, “Are you sure he has received no formal training? He was amazing when he hurt himself for Thaylen.”

“I’m sure,” Iason said softly. “He was born on Aeger to a free family. He was sold as a youngster to pay his family’s debt.”

“I can hardly believe he could perform so well when he wasn’t born to it.” Others chimed in with similar comments. Mostly, Iason listened politely and made no comment of his own.

But then someone – Iason was not sure who – brought up Riki. “I thought your mongrel pet would be here tonight. He was extraordinary at the show.”

“Thank you,” Iason answered coldly. “But Riki is not well tonight. Another time, I will present him.”

As if this were the cue, everyone began to take their leave and Daryl was busy retrieving their cloaks. When the last guest was gone, Iason went to Riki’s room, his fury with the mongrel unchecked.

~~end chapter 1