Over-18 adults only. Hang on, part 2 is a super intense chapter.
Iason stopped walking just outside his bedroom door, frowning.
From this close, Katze could make out some of the muffled sounds Riki made.
"Too late." Iason shook his hair out and touched a hand to his dick.
"Riki is too far gone, now. He will need an orgasm if he is to fuck you."
Iason sounded politely chagrined, as if he was discussing an unexpected rainfall that forced a change of plans. He did not wait for Katze to respond, entering his bedroom.
Katze followed, with a belly full of lust and an uneasy feeling squirming in his chest. He worried his lower lip with straight white teeth.
Fuck, the room smelled like sex.
Riki was bound to the bed, in a position Katze was honestly surprised he was capable of holding easily.
Riki was bent right in half, shoulders digging into the mattress and ass up in the air. His knees were on either side of his face, ankles trailing black rope to hidden loops in the bed's frame. Short-fingered hands were curled around the rope stretching his arms in the opposite direction.
Riki was totally wrecked, flying on endorphins.
He trembled, turning pitch black eyes towards them at the sound of the pneumatic hiss of the door. Katze could see the blue plastic of the plug stretching his asshole.
Because, fuck, Riki was exposed like this; exposed and caught and so so very horny. He couldn't really squirm much, bent in two like he was, but his thighs quivered and his abs clenched, cock dangling uselessly with the head smeared wet. Riki whimpered, begging wordlessly.
"Fuck." Katze swore before he thought to censure himself.
Iason moved to the bed, clearly proud of himself.
He smacked a hand hard on Riki's upturned ass, leaving a red mark.
"Pretty, right?" Iason asked Katze, but he was speaking for Riki's benefit. Complimenting him indirectly.
"So, so beautiful, don't you think? And obedient too, Riki didn't cum without us. You didn't, Pet, did you?"
Riki groaned and twitched, neatly caught in his bonds. Iason ran a hand down Riki's upside-down shaft; tugged it away from tense abs and watched it bounce back with a fleshy slap.
Katze swallowed tightly, insanely jealous even though Riki looked utterly miserable with such a formidable hard-on.
Iason groped his bound pet some more; dragged his nails down the tense fibers of his thigh and pinched viciously at a soft fold of skin, making Riki jerk and cry out.
Then it was back to soothing caresses, gently pushing the dark strands that clung to Riki's face.
"So good." Iason purred. "My boy can be so good." His hands traced plump lips as Riki panted, cheeks stained a blotchy red. Riki preened under the praise, rolling his head from side to side as Iason tenderly cupped his tight tight balls. Iason fitted his fingers to Riki's throat and they both shuddered.
'' Just melting with yearning... '' Iason sounded awed, moving back to large sweeping caresses; tainted pretense of soothing Riki while in reality enflaming him more. Riki twisted as much as he could, moaning with abandon and eyes closed.
"Sssshhh." Iason's hands returned to frame Riki's spasming asshole, moving strong cheeks so the plug's base moved a bit. Riki screamed hoarsely and Iason's eyes fluttered in satisfaction; his hands returned to barely brush Riki's balls and tug his sticky dick away from his stomach again.
"So hard, Pet." Iason sounded sorrowful. "Hurts, right?"
Riki didn't answer, a burning rush of tears leaking from under his eyelids.
Katze pressed his fingers into a fist and dug his knuckles into his side. Sickened by Iason's sadistic manipulation and yet unbearably aroused by it.
Iason seemed worried. He couldn't seem to make himself stop touching his quaking Pet. Iason traced a finger through the precum that had dripped onto Riki's bent over abs, licking it off his finger daintily. His hands were soothing and yet NOT, really not what Riki needed.
"Poor boy." Iason cooed, giving the rope holding his Pet's arm a firm tug. Riki arched into his Master's every touch, whining pitifully when Iason made his dick bounce against his abs.
For all of Iason's apparent compassion, Katze reminded himself that the Blondie was the one who had put Riki in such a state. Unless he really believed the delusion that the punishment was Riki's fault. Which, if such was the case... Katze couldn't even decide if that was worse or better than cold cruelty.
"I want to reward you." Iason whispered, bending close to Riki's face. He nodded towards Katze and the look Riki sent the dealer then was too much. Too much hurt, too much want; sickening trust in his friend.
Katze looked away, hating himself for being turned on.
"I want you to fuck Katze for me." Iason waited until Riki focused on him, nodding once before kissing him in a push of tongue.
"Really?" Riki's hope was a fragile, precious thing. Katze wanted to throw up for the thrill it caused in his chest.
"Yes." Iason straightened, traced a finger around the rim of his Pet's streched ass. "You were wise to wait for me, both of you."
Riki smiled at Katze, luminous. His hanging cocked bobbed, flexing purple and swollen. Katze's heart leaped into his throat as utter despair twisted over Riki's face.
Riki rotated his head to face the wall, not quickly enough to hide a new flood of tears from Katze. His fist clenched and Riki sobbed quietly.
Riki's voice was utterly broken when he spoke.
Shattered to pieces, unrecognizable.
"I can't. I'm sorry, Kat. I want, god I want... I can't fuck, can't can't can't, I'm too close" Riki broke off on a thready whine, hips trying to push uselessly.
"I can't." Final stunned declaration.
And then Riki sobbed violently, staring at the wall.
Iason remained silent, the bastard.
No! Riki, no!
Don't blame yourself! Katze wanted to scream. He knows! Iason knows it!
He had said as much to Katze earlier.
The Blondie's expression as he watched Riki break was intense. Adoration was Katze's first thought. Awe. Concentration. Aching aching desire.
It froze Katze to the floor, prevented reassurances from tumbling past his lips.
Iason was... savoring... having destroyed Riki.
As for Katze...
Well, fuck.
Katze couldn't bring himself to break the moment, hovering on the fringe of the heart-wrenching play. Riki's sharp-edged despair was like a glittering pure gem Katze couldn't look away from.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Riki's breathing was shuddery and he was absolutely miserable, finally tired out.
"Ssssssh." Iason whispered, angelic face soft. Riki didn't answer, staring at the wall.
Iason bent forward; his hair tumbled onto Riki, making his Pet flinch. Iason kissed Riki's hot cheek, or maybe licked it?
Either way, Riki quieted; he turned fathomless black eyes on Katze. Lashes clumped together, lips swollen; God, he was hot in surrender. Katze's hand made an aborted move towards his dick before he caught it. Katze bubbled inside, acid self-loathing at being a part of Iason's game. He had no clue what his face revealed, but Katze felt raw, raw, raw.
That's what Iason did; scraped away the gloss of civilized convention, masterfully poking at the soft pink insides.
Riki did not seem disgusted with Katze.
His eyes brightened and a lopsided grin split his face, echo of his usual spunk.
Riki opened his mouth to speak, but what came out was a croak. Clearing his throat, he tried again.
"Want a hard on, man?"
A rush of heat scorched down Katze's ears and neck, viscious blush he couldn't hide and fuck.
Fuck.
Damn Riki.
Iason smiled. Katze tried to stop himself from clenching his abs, damnit and he couldn't, fuck, just couldn't. Not with Riki naked and helpless, basking in submission.
"Maybe I can suck you off?" Riki offered, hope sparking in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I really wanted to be your first time."
Riki looked down at his fist, clutching the rope. Then he experimentally clenched his own abs, low moan escaping as his dick flexed.
He sighed. "Sorry."
There were no more tears, just beautifully calm resignation. By twisted manipulation, Iason had convinced his pet that it was his own fault he couldn't fuck Katze.
Because Riki lacked the control not to cum the minute his dick pushed into Katze.
And Riki accepted Iason's orchestrated truth.
Riki was like the sun at the moment, so bright with his guard down that he hurt Katze's eyes. Katze had to look away, sliding his eyes over Iason.
Fuck.
In that second, Iason couldn't hide his feelings, at least not from Katze. Iason's face shone with love. Undeniable. So fucked up, and so wrong.
Abruptly he got control of himself and Katze blinked, trying to absorb the immensity. Fuck.
"Perhaps I might be merciful. " Iason spoke softly, and both his boy's attentions hung onto every word. Because fuck, even if Katze knew the manipulation for what it was, he was still caught in the web.
"Riki needs release to be able to tolerate fucking you."
Iason pressed elegant fingertips to his own trapped bulge.
"And you need to be ready." He added for Katze.
"So..." Iason licked his lips. "I propose to stretch you, Katze. When you are ready, Riki will be allowed to cum."
This was the pivotal moment. Iason was drawing Katze into active participation. Katze swallowed.
So much hope shimmered in Riki's eyes...
"Okay." Katze said simply. He was already in way over his head.
"Strip." Iason ordered.
No more messing around, authority sparking clear in his strong tone.
And Katze did, watching through his bangs as Iason moved back to his side of the bed and somehow fluidly removed his clothes while he moved.
Katze felt small, breakable and vulnerable, as he crawled hesitantly on all fours onto the huge matress.
Riki was staring at him and his neck extended, pink lips parted.
Begging for a kiss, so Katze leaned forward and gave him what he needed.
Their kiss was reassuring and familiar; it tasted of salt from Riki's tears.
Iason's large hand landed firm on Katze's butt, resting there. Katze stiffened, but nothing more happened and Riki's tongue was licking along his teeth distracting him and fuck. Katze registered the cold cold cold of lube on his twitching hole.
Iason did not hesitate , pushing one finger straight in and fuck that felt filthy.
Katze swallowed a moan, shit, instinctively resisting the intrusion. Iason began to slowly stroke his own massive cock with his other hand.
The Blondie rotated his finger, feeling around in the clutching heat of Katze's insides.
Katze shook, feeling somewhat violated by the clinical examination. He huffed a breath through his nose and stubbornly leaned forward to kiss Riki again.
Iason allowed it. He could taste Katze's nervousness, unease skating just under the castrate's skin. The strain was purely mental, not physical; Iason's finger slid easily in the copious lube, aided by the earlier stretch.
Pulling out, he traced the rim with a fingernail. Smiled at the tight clench of pink, grinned wider as he forced it open by pushing two fingers in.
Katze shuddered, knees skidding apart. Riki's kissing was sloppy now, filled with little sounds and his hips rolled, pushing up uselessly against the plug that wouldn't offer respite. Iason's heartbeat pulsed in his aching cock.
Iason drew his fingers out, only to immediately sink back in.
He moved closer to Katze; long lean form with glowing hair to his waist, one knee on the bed as he spread Katze wide. The castrate was a mess of pale limbs and twisting spine bent low before him, moving to the music of Riki's cries.
Iason penetrated Katze with his fingers; hard, deliberate strokes that Katze took easily.
Beautiful.
Calm, accepting; somehow centered, unlike Riki's crackling forced submission.
Katze rocked back against Iason's hand, head bent and mouth open on soft gasps. Harsh breaths that stuttered at the cold bite of metal; Iason's ring pushed against Katze's asshole when long fingers scissored deep inside him.
Iason thoroughly enjoyed having Katze like this; he ran his other hand down Katze's back and watched how his pale neck stretched. Katze was more affected than his quiet noises let on; Iason's hand was gliding in a faint gleam of sweat.
Katze shifted, balancing on one arm. He moved dreamily, stroking over Riki in much the same way Iason had. Feeling twitching muscles and hot hot skin. Up Riki's extended arm, along his ribs. Resting on his taut middle, making the Pet moan louder.
Katze pulled back, eyes intent on Riki's.
"´s bad?" Katze asked, licking chapped lips.
Riki shrugged, angling for another kiss.
Something shifted in Katze, tectonic plates colliding with a creak.
He was done waiting on Iason. Over it.
"Enough." Katze pushed himself up to a kneeling position, grunting at the change of angle he forced on Iason's fingers.
" Do it. Let's get this over with." Katze said with quiet authority.
Iason raised an eyebrow.
"You've only had two... " He shook his glistening fingers at the red head. "I believe it would be wise to prepare adequately for your first time."
Katze shook his head.
Sure. Vibrating.
"No." Katze's pleasant voice was firm.
"Enough." He cocked his head towards Riki. "Finish him."
Iason blinked at Katze ordering him around, before he settled into a small smile.
"As you wish." Iason inclined his head politely.
Riki stared wide-eyed and began babbling incoherenty about how Katze should wait, take more fingers, it wasn't enough.
Fuck that.
Katze stroked his soft dick, coaxing himself back to hardness as Iason moved gracefully to Riki's backside.
Enough waiting.
Katze had waited all his fucking life for this.
He could deal with physical discomfort.
Iason's eyes never left Katze as he tapped Riki's high-tech plug hard, rat-a-tat.
Riki's protests morphed into a lusty moan.
Iason circled the edge of the blue plug with an index, then grabbed at it. The toy was slippery with lube; Iason had to dig his fingers under it, try a second time before Riki's clasping ass gave it up. Iason twisted the plug, a half-turn that made Riki spasm with a shout.
Iason's expression was perfectly aloof as he twisted the plug again, then firmly grasped the base.
His eyes widened as he partially pulled it out, stretching Riki's asshole obscenely.
He pushed the plug back in, watching mesmerized as Riki's body swallowed it greedily.
Fuuuuuck.
Katze forgot to stroke himself, hypnotized by Iason repeating the motion.
Once, twice and Riki shouted every time, splitting apart at the seams. His dangling dick swelled, kicking hard despite his uncomfortably bent-over position.
Riki's eyes closed and he held his breath.
Katze clutched his own dick. Watched as Iason pulled the plug all the way out and then fucked it back in again, hard.
Riki's teeth sank through his lip, dark blood running down his chin. His thighs quivered and when Iason fucked him with the huge toy again...
Riki came.
Untouched.
Dick bobbing, Riki shot a watery load.
Straight onto his own face.
Riki's eyes fluttered open in shock as the first wet spurt caught him high across the cheek.
Katze had never imagined that it was possible to look pissed off while obviously experiencing powerful, powerful waves of pleasure. There was a slackness to Riki's features that couldn't be erased, even as his eyes narrowed in petty annoyance.
Riki groaned as another involuntary contraction shook him. More cum streaked out to land on his chin and the corner of his mouth; Riki jumped at every warm splotch.
Katze couldn't tell if Riki's hip wiggling was from trying to angle his dick away from his face or if it was from the strength of his orgasm. Either way, there was nothing Riki could do; with his knees on either side of his head and his arms bound, Riki made a pornographic mess of his own face.
A huge swell of tenderness caught Katze by surprise when Riki's eyes finally closed as he rode the tail of his orgasm, a few final dribbles landing on his neck and chest.
Poor poor Riki.
Katze remembered Riki complaining about Iason's fondness for giving facials. There was ironic humor in the current situation that had Katze biting his twitching lip.
Iason seemed amused too.
He shuffled up the bed to kneel by Riki's face. His thumb smeared through the cum and Riki's eyes fluttered open.
Iason's face grew dark as he gathered a shiny glob that had pooled in the hollow of Riki's throat and held his index up for them to see. Shiny wet.
Fuck. Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore, just hot as hell.
For one absolutely insane second, Katze was certain Iason was going to eat Riki's cum right off his finger. Which was plain ridiculous, no Blondie would ever...
Iason groaned, shoving his finger in Riki's mouth. Riki sucked eagerly, face glinting obscenely. Iason roughly stroked his thumb over his Pet's marred cheekbone; so dirty, so depraved.
Iason's right hand cupped Riki's jaw, firmly; his left hand began to stroke his own cock. Decided jerking off. Iason had reached the limits of his formidable restraint.
He grunted, shoving three fingers deep in Riki's mouth. Forced it open, pushing on his Pet's tongue. With another groan, Iason angled his hips forward, fisting a hand in Riki's hair and cumming in thick streaks.
Iason's body clenched, rock-hard abs rippling as he came.
God he was beautiful in exstacy, stealing Katze's breath.
Iason spurted his mess all over Riki's face; his head bent low and his blond hair falling over his chest. Katze was fascinated by the way the silky strands caught in Iason's bent elbow, slipping and sliding smoothly in contrast with his rough motions.
Riki moaned wantonly, mouth open and eyes closed as he was drenched in Iason's cum.
Fuck.
Katze took a shaky breath as Iason calmed. Fuuuuuck.
Another deep cleansing breath, then another.
The lust receded and Katze was able to smile gently at Riki when his dark eyes opened. So beautiful. So peaceful. Him and Iason, both.
Katze was very relieved not to be burdened by the heavy weight of Iason's unsatisfied want anymore.
He pushed the hair off his face, offering Riki a brilliant smile.
"Now you fuck me!" He announced.
Iason and Riki both stared at him like they had forgotten he was there.
"Do you want..." Iason shuddered, still trying to gather his wits. "Do you need to release before we take this further?" He asked somewhat breathlessly.
"Hmmm?" Katze hardly heard him. He was staring fascinated at a thick dribble that was moving towards Riki's chin, long pale fingers tugging absently on his cock.
Katze tore his eyes away from the filthy picture Riki made reluctantly.
Amber eyes widened, stricken.
"I thought... but...isn't Riki going to fuck me?" He asked
Iason blinked at him.
For one thing, hearing Katze talk of getting fucked was just... it sent dirty shivers down his gut. Katze looked so calm, how was that even possible? Iason himself had just lost control, mind obscured by the need to blow before being able to procede any further.
"Yes,yes, of course."
Katze had never seen Iason look dismayed before, pink tongue licking soft lips as he watched Katze quizzically.
Apparently, Riki hadn't either. He tried to pitch in and help Iason out.
"Katze, don't you really want to cum?" He asked earnestly.
And fuck, now Katze was nervous and he felt kinda obligated to reply. "Well, yes, of course, I guess."
Katze awkwardly stroked his dick a little harder.
Riki and Iason shared a look.
"Fascinating." The Blondie muttered. Clear blue eyes pinned Katze. "Do all castrates not feel the primal urge to release or is it just you?"
It was Katze's turn to blink.
"I. Um. I don't know. I mean, I want..." he trailed off.
Riki cut in. ''But you're not dying to blow. Not like... Like the other night when I was... When you couldn't get it up."
Oh. Katze got it.
"No." He agreed. "Not like that."
Iason pushed the issue some more.
"But you haven't released in several days, you stimulated yourself earlier on a toy, then you watched Riki explode. And THEN you felt it build with me and I fingered you. Riki and I both orgasmed again and you're still not overwhelmed..."
Oh. Well, when he put it like that...
"I." Katze gulped, more than ever aware he was an anomaly. " I came more in the past month than in my whole life. I really... "
He rubbed a hand self-consciously over his smooth perineum.
"Could we please get back to fucking?" He asked. God, he hated being put to the spot for his differences.
Iason stared at him a few heated seconds too long before nodding.
Riki gushed. "Man oh man. That's awesome. I can't even... Iason has no power over you with all his teasing." He cut a sharp look at the towering Blondie.
"I wish I was like you." Riki sighed.
Which. Ok, that was plain insulting and Katze sharply rebuffed him.
"Shut up, Riki."
And Riki at least had the decency to blush, mumbling an apology.
Iason released the ropes, and Riki uncurled gratefully, groaning as kinked muscles loosened. He flopped to his side, not particularly gracefully, and stretched his arms, rolling his neck. Iason returned with a washcloth, tenderly wiping the cum off his Pet. That attentive aftercare did things to Katze's heart and NOW he wanted those big hands on him.
Katze was not expecting Riki to literally pounce on him, shoving him flat on his back and knocking the breath from him the second Iason was done. Riki kissed Katze, wild and enthusiastic. The Pet was still hard and he stroked his dick a few times. Head snapping to Iason who was settling against the headboard, he demanded "How do you want us?"
Riki trailed a hand down Katze's chest and groped his friend's dick as Iason considered. Iason bent his knees, cradling the loose skin of his ballsack.
"You may do as you please, Riki."
Iason's deep voice resonated and Katze's toes clenched. Fuck, all out permission!
Riki looked down at Katze and there was that hint of predator in his eyes, so like Iason. Riki's kisses turned soft, soulful. Katze closed his eyes and sank into the feeling of Riki's strong hands exploring his chest and abs. It was familiar, and Katze was NOT jumping out of his skin at every touch. It was good.
Riki's mouth soon followed his fingers, a trail of kisses down Katze's stomach before dry lips brushed his dick. Katze shivered, arching as Riki swallowed him. Wet and warm and fuck. Tongue. Katze could feel it on his shaft.
Riki's other hand was moving back, back, and he lightly pushed a finger into Katze's hole, buried it to the first knuckle.
Pulling off, he husked "Can I rim him?"
Katze watched Riki through his lashes, not daring to stare at Iason.
"No." Iason's answer did not sound cruel, just matter-of-fact. "Katze said earlier that he was ready. I shall hold him to it." Riki's eyebrows scrunched in protest and he licked a wet apology up Katze's dick.
"You shouldn't have, Kat. You should have..."
Katze hooked a finger under Riki's chin and dragged him up for another kiss. When they seperated to breathe, Riki hovered over Katze, still unhappy.
"Done is done." Katze told him.
"Now." Katze spread his legs, bending his knees.
"Fucking." He added firmly.
Riki huffed a laugh and he extended his arm over Katze to grab the lube Iason was handing him. He slicked his cock, then shrugged and pushed his shiny fingers into Katze with a squelch.
Katze threw his head back, eyes shut. A grunt escaped him at the thick push, fuck; surely that was more than two! Iason cleared his throat sharply, so yeah; definately more than two.
Riki lined the blunt head of his dick up and then... he stalled, pushing a bit against Katze's hole and pulling out. Repeatedly.
Like a weird massage, until Katze opened his eyes.
"This is going to hurt." Riki held himself firmly by the base.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, and then he pushed in for real.
Slow steady pressure and Katze tried to breathe, tried to relax. He could feel his asshole unwillingly stretching and fuck it burned.
Katze gulped more air and Riki never relented, just shifted his grip and continued to push with his dick and suddenly the head tore in and. Fuck. That hurt.
Katze was expecting it to, his late-night research pretty accurate for now. Tears pricked his eyes and Katze blinked them away. It was done. Riki's cock-head was in his ass!
It still hurt, fuck.
And it didn't stop hurting, that was the unexpected part. There was no relief, once the head was in; his ass still burned, still stretched; Riki's shaft was hardly thinner than the head, fuck! And now there was an uncomfortable fullness in his gut too, like the plug.
Sweat came out all over Katze and his thigh spasmed. He bared his teeth, swallowing down what was probably whimpers of pain.
"Breathe." Riki rubbed a hand up Katze's sternum, frowning. And not moving his dick, fuck. He groaned gutturally when Katze lost it, instinctively trying to push the intrusion out. But he resisted the urge to fuck him, eyes wide showing white all around.
Fuck. All that hype about taking it slow and waiting to adjust to penetration was bullshit. Katze was not adjusting to anything. He was being split open on a cock!
"Just get it in." Katze growled through the red haze.
And Riki frowned but he obediently pushed forward an inch or two, jolting Katze. Katze clutched the sheets, and then his eyes rolled shut as Riki shoved forward again. The discomfort just would NOT go away, movement adding gritty drag.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Katze's breath was clicking in his throat and his legs instinctively moved to close together. Riki worked his cock in a bit more, using his hips to spread Katze's knees. Riki leaned in for a shaky kiss once he was fully seated, and the red-head hardly responded. Riki slid back out and the relief made them both sigh.
Fuck.
Riki's hand on his arm was gently compassionate, and Katze braced himself for the ripping pain again.
Except Riki didn't push in. His dick slipped wetly, down Katze's crack, and again a second time.
Katze pealed his eyelids open.
He found Riki waiting stubbornly, palm cupped under his mostly soft cock as he stared at Iason over Katze's head.
"I'm hurting him." He protested in answer to whatever silent rebuff Iason adressed him.
"I can't..." Riki pushed a hand through his hair. "Let me prep him more. I... you could fuck me while I do it? Anything, Master, I promise, I, just..."
Riki's eyes widened in shock.
"No! Noooooo."
And Katze had know; had to arch his neck, staring upside down at Iason behind him.
The Blondie sat in the shadows and he was calmly holding his hand up for Riki to see.
Slowly, Iason twisted the ring on his finger, and Riki shivered.
"No." Riki whispered, staring desolately at his rapidly filling cock.
"No." He repeated.
Iason did not even answer.
"Yes." Katze hissed, snapping Riki's eyes to him.
He'd agreed to this. It was right.
"Yes." He repeated firmly, spreading his trembling legs again. Riki didn't understand Katze's motivation. Couldn't understand. Iason routinely inflicted pain on Riki. This was not the same. His compassion was touching, but unnecessary. Katze had chosen to be here.
This was a monumental moment.
Katze had waited his entire life for it. He was not afraid of physical pain. It was right for him to hurt. Transformations always did.
As Riki began the slow breach again, Katze twisted his head towards Iason. Embraced the hurt that just would not stop. He watched his Master through glittering amber eyes until involuntary tears blurred him to a shadowy silhouette with radiant hair.
Iason was cruel and cold, he had always been. Why would he be any different for his servant's first time? Katze couldn't hate him for it. He had masochistically pined over him for years, in spite of his wretched behavior.
Actually, if Iason had become romantic and tender tonight, Katze didn't think he could have handled it. Hurting was good, reminded him of his place.
As Riki's dick slowly penetrated him, Katze clung to the harsh truth, branded it into his heart.
He might stupidly love Iason.
But Iason didn't love him.
Iason loved Riki.
Katze welcomed the pain; pressed his lips together and held back the noises threatening to slip free.
Riki stopped, once he was fully seated again.
"Okay?" He fretted.
And Katze couldn't even begin to define his feelings for Riki in that moment.
So he did as he had always done.
"Yes." He lied through his teeth. "I'm fine."
Riki didn't look convinced, but he slid part-way out again. Then almost immediately pushed back in, jostling Katze up the bed and making him grunt.
Fuck.
Katze twisted his head; made a fascinated Iason watch the raw pain and emotions tearing through him. It was impossible to tell what the Blondie thought of his servant's sacrifice, but Katze triumphantly inflicted it on him.
Yes.
Katze held the burning connection with Iason through Riki's first hesitant thrusts. A grim sort of satisfaction filled him at Iason's parted mouth, at the way his hand gripped his dick white-knuckled.
This was an unexpected twist; Katze rode a high of pure empowerment. The power not to break, the power to choose. Power that Iason had given him and then lost when he manipulated his servant into his bed.
Riki fucked into his ass for real, and Katze resolutely turned his attention away from Iason. He trailed his hands over Riki's wiry body, feeling the flex and push in his back as Riki set an unhurried rythm. The sharpness of the pain was starting to ebb and Riki moved easier.
Riki was a good top, Iason admitted. He looked mighty fine, muscles working as he fucked Katze. He was also attentionate, kissing Katze open-mouthed. All of Riki's crackling attention was on the pale body slowly relaxing under him.
It smarted; the humans had a connection that was obvious when Riki leaned down to whisper something and Katze nodded.
Riki moved faster, good firm strokes that dragged his cock mostly out and then back in. Iason had not expected to feel left out; they were acting on his direct orders.
But the cold truth was there.
Iason dissected the feeling. Was it jealousy? Not really. He could have either one easily. It was a dull kind of dissatisfaction. Iason could never share a bond like two mongrels could. He might force Riki or Katze to be with him, but the playful togetherness was not something he would ever know.
Iason allowed himself to bask in the knowledge, physical arousal blending with emotional scars.
He watched.
Alone.
He was Blondie.
Riki was really fucking Katze now. Holding him spread open by the knees, he moved in and out. The pain was gone now, replaced by moans and groans and wet slapping; sounds of pure sex filled the room. Iason gripped his balls, hard, too hard; resisted the urge to shove Riki aside and take part in the act.
The pair before Iason had clearly forgotten him and their interaction was smooth, like when he'd watched from a distance through the camera. They kissed; loosely, tongues teasing each other.
Iason spread the pre-cum at his slit over the head of his cock.
"Ride me." Riki said.
And in one smooth move, he rolled them over, pulling out.
The position put Katze straight in front of Iason. Citrine eyes glinted, mysterious and forever unattainable as Katze boldly stared straight at Iason as he began to sink down slowly onto Riki's dick.
His eyes hooded and still he held the Blondie's gaze. Katze wouldn't look away, even as his lips parted on a surprised gasp and Riki's hands clutched his hips, encouraging a hesitant rotating grind.
Katze's breathing fucked up then, rough and hitching; his slim body twisted gracefully as he found his rythm. He reached a shy hand down, needing only a few tugs to get his dick red and hard.
Hair fell into Katze's face as he rocked over Riki, balancing with light fingertips on the Pet's chest. His inner thighs strained, wide V that brought his ass to rest on Riki's stomach.
Fuck, Riki was buried deep in this position. Katze could feel pleasure starting to build and his eyes drifted shut.
Pressure built in Iason too, built and built; a buzz in his chest as he punishingly stroked his hard-on much faster than the lazy beat Katze set.
Katze looked up at Iason through his eyelashes, jaw tense as he rode Riki's cock.
Beautiful; challenging Iason.
And Iason decided it was enough.
He roughly twisted the ring on his index; constricted the pupil to a tiny slit of black in a swirling blue sea.
Riki made a garbled sound, body curling as a wall of pleasure smacked him. He upset Katze's balance, thighs bending and wailed. Riki grabbed meaty handfuls of Katze's ass as he succombed to a brutal forced orgasm. His hips jerked, uncoordinated; sudden deep deep jabs that made Katze's teeth knock together.
Iason made the orgasm go on just too long to be properly pleasant, vengefully wringing it from his spasming Pet .
It was easy to push Katze off him, after. Riki was near unconscious as he sagged in relief; gaping like a fish with his eyes wide and unfocused.
Iason moved swiftly; knocked Katze to his side and push his dick straight into slippery gripping heat.
The effect was instant.
The minute Iason's huge dick tore into Katze -and fuck, the pain was back- it was like Iason flipped a switch or something inside him.
Katze's whole lower body seized. Clenched tight, tight, tight around Iason's massive cock ; the stretched feeling was a far away thing. Katze couldn't stop his body from going completely ridgid.
Fu-uck...
Katze thought the sensation might be pleasure but it was sooo intense. Way too intense and riding the line of uncomfortable.
Iason grunted, running a hand up Katze's quivering thigh.
"Ssshhh." He said. "Shhhh. Relax."
Katze heard him, but it was almost as though he was having an out-of-body experience.
He heard Iason, and he understood, but there was a disconnect. His brain couldn't get through to his straining muscles. There was nothing Katze could do to stop his body's response to Iason's massive dick in his ass.
Eyes wide, hollow rattle in his chest, Katze clamped down uncontrollably; the tight, tight, tight clutching in his abs and butt was spreading to his legs, fuck.
Iason moved a bit and Katze wanted to beg him to stop. It was too intense, too, too intense and even worse when he shifted but Katze couldn't, just couldn't unlock his jaw.
Iason groaned, shoving in hard despite how Katze's fluttering muscles milked his cock.
The stricken helpless face beneath him was gorgeous. Katze convulsed, again and again; his body just wouldn't let up.
Iason forced a few more difficult strokes. Katze's stomach hurt from the never ending contractions and he abstractly knew he complaining; shocked little sounds like a wounded animal coming continuously from his throat. Katze's hand cramped and his heart pounded in his ears and thank god Iason was losing it fast.
Iason flooded Katze's already sloppy hole with warmth and Katze still couldn't regain control, until Iason finally pulled out.
Then, Katze lay shaking on the bed; body aching and brain trying to come back online and failing miserably.
Iason looked just as overwhelmed.
Riki intruded on their moment, fuck, Katze had forgotten him. Riki touched soft fingers to Katze's cheek.
"Fuck. Fuck. Katze are you all right?"
Katze forced a croaky "yes" passed tight lips.
"I think." He added.
He felt like he'd been run over by a truck, or like he did after a particularly hard work out. Energized yet drained, every muscle complaining.
"Man, that was... What was that?" Riki asked.
His fingers ran over Katze's tired stomach. Glared at the small amount of clear fluid he found which didn't really answer his burning question.
"Did you cum? Or did he hurt you?" Riki blurted, before dipping his finger into his mouth like an afterthought.
Katze was still stunned, managing to answer "I. I don't know."
He didn't. He really didn't know if it had been an extreme form of non-stop orgasm, his experience was too limited.
Iason wiped a hand over his face.
"I think perhaps, yes! To both? Maybe a castrate's prostate is more sensitive?" Iason didn't sound very Blondie at all then, still panting and looking thunderstruck.
He tugged Katze onto his back.
" I could feel the contractions with my dick. Jupiter, that was..."
Katze smiled loosely. He was getting drowsy now. It was done.
Riki wiggled down beside Katze, laying on his side.
"Fuck me?" He pleaded his Master. And there was too much emotion shimmering in those dark eyes, insecurity and want and gauzy wisps of tenderness close to love. Katze closed his own eyes as Iason nodded. Didn't want to see, or analyze anymore. He was done for the night.
Katze drifted for a bit then, half aware of Riki's harsh pants in his neck and gripping hands around his back.
Some time later, Riki and Katze kissed, jolted by the smooth roll of Iason's strokes.
Iason fucked his Pet for a long leisurely time.
Comfortable.
Reassuring.
Satisfying.
Riki and Katze kissed, and stroked each other's dicks, and it was perfect.
Riki took his Master's cock so easily. Nothing like the terrifying intensity of Katze's experience.
Katze liked watching Riki's eyes flutter and how his breath puffed. Liked tracing the contour of his face and licking a tight nipple.
Liked how Riki clung to him, curled on on his side impaled by Iason and cock twitching hard again. Liked touching him there, soft and slow. Liked feeling Riki's balls grow from loose and jiggly to high and tight.
Iason, for once, did not fight his body. Laying on his side, propped on an elbow, he fucked his hips in regular strokes that felt natural and good. Once in a while, he reached over Riki to touch Katze. Traced down his side or stared into heavy amber eyes. It helped ground him, help temper the passion Riki ignited into something Iason could control.
They all came again, eventually.
Katze with Riki's unrelenting hand on his dick. Riki's moans swallowed in Katze's mouth and Iason's cock greedily engulfed in his Pet.
It was good.
It was right.
It felt like a beginning.
They fell asleep that way; Iason still buried in his exhausted Pet, Katze's ass sticky with Riki and Iason's combined spunk.
An hour or so later, Cal quietly checked in on them from the doorway. The sight of three tangled, sated lovers was a huge relief.
Good. No tragedy tonight. Cal folded his hands into his sleeves and left, treasuring the warmth in his heart.
He didn't see Katze's eyes open a crack, then drift shut. The ex-Furniture silently twisted his fingers into Riki's. Their's was a fragile cocoon of peace in a tumultuous household. Katze intended to savor it while it lasted.
We are getting close to the end. A few odd bits and scenes left of their evolving relationship.
Then one final chapter.
xxx
FrenchCaresse