Chapter Three

Fighting A Losing Battle Against Time

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"Why me?" Riki screamed, the terror within him from the surprise encounter thick in his voice. "Why me? There are hundreds that would willingly fall at your feet! Why the fuck did you choose me?"

Iason felt his body move closer to the trembling mongrel, pushing him nearer to the wall. "You are mine, Riki. I treasure the way you have always defied me, yet responded to me with such passionate reactions. It fills me to the brim with pleasure every time you look at me with those dark eyes, filled with rebellion. I love every single thing you do, Riki." The words fell from his mouth, forming a twisted web of affection and distaste that snared the mongrel into a numbing stillness.

Oh, Riki, Iason whispered internally, watching his petrified mongrel from some secluded place within his memory's body and feeling his heart ache.

Riki backed into the wall, but was swiftly caught by him. His glove fell to the floor with a single elegant move and his bare hand wrapped around the back of the tanned neck. "Be still," Iason whispered. "Yes, just like that..." His other hand trailed along the smooth skin revealed by the opening in the robe. Beneath his fingertips he could feel the thundering heartbeat of his pet and smirked slightly.

Stop this, Iason pleaded, his chest tightening. I don't want to see this. He's terrified of me.

"You are mine," Iason whispered chillingly, sliding the ring onto the now erect penis of his mongrel. He did it in such a fashion as if Riki were a dog, and he had just caught the runaway and was triumphantly claiming him once again with a collar. "You belong to me..."

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Iason sat up abruptly just as Riki moaned, his heart racing. He rested his hand on his chest, trying to find a way to calm himself. Riki's moan pierced his mind with such a chilling vividness that he swore the boy was in the room with him, but all he saw was darkness. "Haa...haa..." he panted, then glanced down and saw his arousal poking up against the sheets. He took a deep breath then grasped onto his erection skillfully and began to stroke himself with quick, accustomed strokes as he recalled the memory of his beloved wearing the revealing robe. "Oh...Riki..." he moaned, bringing himself to his peak rapidly and shooting his semen up his abdomen to avoid dirtying the sheets.

With a sigh, he wiped off his essence from his stomach and then laid his head back down against the pillows. His mind was rampant with memories of his beloved; his seductiveness, rebellion, and even gentleness. Though Iason had not experienced many of his past memories, he could feel and remember bits and pieces. That was what he was desperately clinging to until he found his precious loved one.

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Iason threw his bag aggressively into his hotel room, thoroughly disappointed once again. His list was dwindling down in size and his results were lacking in number. He was down to fifteen on his large list, three on the next one and with the reluctant power of his Father, there were two left on the unknown list. It was almost three months into the search and that scared Iason. If it took him two months to find twenty one possibilities and he still had twenty more to go, would he make it in time? He almost spent one full week trying to locate one of the possibilities, as he was out and about. What if the other twenty were just as hard or harder to locate?

And getting to each planet! That in itself was a time killer, as each planet did have a fair amount of distance in between them, no matter how fast the shuttle went. And then on top of that, he had to add in the possibility of needing to be with Riki for as much time as needed to gain his trust and forgiveness—if that didn't exist. On top of traveling to Amoï, which was bloody far away from the other planets as it was the furthest in the galaxy!

"I'm losing time," Iason sighed deeply.

There was also the nagging fear, the constant fear that Riki wouldn't remember him. If he didn't remember him, how long would it take until he did? What if Riki never remembered him at all? Would that be for the best? That would give them the ability to start anew completely. But then only Iason would wish to go to Dana Burn and the whole plan would hold no meaning for the both of them together.

He stripped off his clothing and laid down in his bed, hoping that tomorrow he could find the last possibility on this planet and hurry to the next one.

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"Gahhh!" Riki screamed, grasping onto his crotch in agony. "Hurts! St—stop!"

"I'm demonstrating the level of punishment of the D-type ring," Iason dismissed, watching his pet tremble in agony while strangled cries left the convulsing throat. "This is how much control I have over you, Riki. Never forget this. I can reduce you to this state with a simple tap of my fingertips." He watched as Riki tried to mask his agony with hatred. "You can bark at me all you wish, but should you ever bite...this is what you can expect. Do you understand?"

Riki managed a nod, his body still spasming in pain.

"Now spread your legs," Iason commanded and watched as the mongrel attempted to open his legs, but the ring had tightened his muscles painfully and he was unable to. "Do not make me repeat myself, Riki," he warned in a low whisper. "Spread your legs, now." Trying again, Riki finally managed to awkwardly part them somewhat, his body still throbbing and stiff with the pain from the ring. "Wider. Yes, good boy."

Riki trembled in a mixture of pain and fear as he finally exposed himself, watching as the blonde reached out and stroked his fingertips over the ring several times. He could tell that the man was filled with pleasure with the pain he had delivered and even more satisfied with the new accessory that was around his flaccid penis. But all Riki was filled with was dread.

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Iason walked down the sidewalk, holding up the tablet and comparing the housing numbers to the one listed for the possibility. Luck was not with him, as it had taken two days to locate the secluded area on the busy planet and to make matters worse, the houses were all identical. Not a single thing was different about any of the appearances. Even the blades of grass were the same in count and height. The only difference was the number that branded the home.

"A3145," Iason breathed, finally locating the home. He hurried down the sidewalk and wasted no time pressing the communication button to notify the inhabitants of his presence.

A women opened the door and Iason felt as if his heart were being squeezed in someone's fist. "Yes?" she softly inquired. "May I help you?"

Iason then noticed her eyes were red from crying, and she was wearing almost a ceremonial black outfit for mourning the loss of someone. He chose his next words carefully to avoid distressing the young women. "Pardon my intrusion, but does this man live here?" He held up the tablet with a picture of the possibility and watched the women's face crumble with grief. Iason felt his chest tighten and his whole body was engulfed in fear. No. It couldn't be.

She covered her mouth for a moment, sniffling and then slowly looked up to Iason. "I am sorry," she whispered. "That is my husband, and he passed away suddenly yesterday from a heart attack."

He stood there, petrified with fear for a long moment before speaking softly and slowly in a mechanical way. "My condolences. I am very sorry for...burdening you with my visit," he apologized, his throat constricting. "I was unaware of his passing. I have been searching for someone and your husband had a similar appearance." He felt himself slipping into a numbed state of fear. "Excuse me." He turned and hurried to his waiting vehicle and ordered the driver to take him to his shuttle immediately, leaving the women to grieve in the doorway.

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A wave of severe nausea overtook him as the fear that Riki had died pummeled his brain. "Uuug," Iason moaned, leaning over the toilet and draining everything from his stomach. He leaned back, gritting his teeth as he clutched onto the side of his head, grasping his fingers in his hair in frustration. "Please," he whispered painfully. "Please, please, let that not be him."

He chanted his prayer for several moments, before pulling himself off of the bathroom floor. He rinsed his mouth, wiped off his face and washed his hands and then proceeded to his room. It would take four days to reach the next planet and who knew how long it would take to find the next set of possibilities?

So far, Iason was certain of one thing and one thing only. He was fighting a losing battle against time.

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To Be Continued