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CAPSULE FOUR
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Orange and jasmine suntan lotion. Riki massages his chest, his shoulders, his arms.
Gilded cheval mirror. Scowl.
Mongrel grabs towel and pads, barefoot, down marble corridors.
Slides glass doors apart and skips down stone steps.
Flings towel onto wooden lounger. Claps hands together and walks to pool's edge.
Ivory tiles are dry. Reflecting sunlight. Not water.
Riki yells. Charges into penthouse. Finds Iason in Great Hall, lounging in Master's chair.
"What happened to the pool?"
Syndicate log book snaps shut. "I ordered the pool to be drained. It is in dire need of refurbishment."
"It's fine as it is."
"That is very complimentary of you, pet, but I cogitate otherwise."
Riki kicks velvet cushion. "How long will it take?"
"As long as is necessary." Idle sip of merlot. "Come sit on my lap, pet. You look divine."
Mongrel realises his nudity. Instinctively crosses legs, cups manhood. "You don't understand, Iason. I need to exercise."
Frown. "Why do you need to exercise?"
"Because I'm weak and flabby."
Amusement. "Perhaps I adore you weak and flabby."
Fingers rake black hair. "I need to swim. Build strength, stamina."
"Is that so?"
"Turn this fat into muscle."
Narrowed eyes. "Muscles to fight against me?"
"No, no." Mongrel kneels before Master. "I don't want to be a laughing stock." Wince.
"What is it, love?"
"My ass still hurts."
Twinkling eyes. "You deserved that taming." Blondie strokes sun-kissed cheek. "Nobody is laughing at you, pet. You're perfect as you are."
Tubby mutt! Ugly glut! Tubby mutt! Ugly glut!
Riki bats hand away. "You just don't get it."
Blondie slowly sips wine, sets goblet down on mahogany side table. "Stop sulking."
"I need to exercise."
"Then go for a run."
Scoff. "Run where? I'm a prisoner, remember?"
"The gardens?"
Mongrel shakes head. "Too many stupid trees and flowers in the way."
Blondie chuckles. "Oh, pet. How I love you so."
Riki nuzzles into Master's crotch. "Buy me a bodybuilding machine? Please?"
"No, pet."
"Why?"
"I don't want you tough and wiry." Iason uncrosses long legs; grants mongrel easier access. "I like my meat pliable and tender."
Riki kneads Master's thighs. "Let me walk the streets of Tanagura. Explore the city. Just for a couple of hours."
"So you can run away?"
"I wouldn't run away."
"No, pet."
"But why? You said my cock ring is trackable."
"Even so. I won't risk losing you." Blondie's breath hitches. "You're desirable property."
Snort. "Who's going to kidnap me? Who would want a sloppy, podgy mongrel?"
Iason traces pouting lips. "I want you."
"What if I had a bodyguard?"
"No, Riki. This discussion is over." Blondie unbuckles belt, unbuttons trousers.
Snarl. "You're so unfair."
"And you are delectable." Gloved hands lower mongrel's head. "Now fill your mouth with a more pressing matter."