Apparently I went crazy writing this. So much so that I put ((Continue)) in the middle and never came back to it LOL. No idea what was meant for there. Anyways, here is a distraction while I edit Chapter 10.

Couple comments though:

Unimportant – Welcome to AnK. Careful, some of these people bite.

Wraith – Update already ffs, worse than me.

Emilyclad – Ne vous inquiétez pas les compétences en Anglais, je suis mauvais en Français. Si mauvais que ce soit à partir de Google .

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Quickly he walked into his bedroom once Katze had left the penthouse. He went to his closet and started looking over all of the outfits inside. He decided on the least elegant of them, a light blue outer coat to wear on top of the form fitting body suit.

As he walked he stripped out of his normal white one and tossed it on the bed. Once he was redressed, he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. After a minute his hair changed from blond to blue, matching that of a sapphire. The length also changed to be shorted by a few inches.

A final touch, Iason pulled some of the hair on either side of his head back and used a hair band to hold it back. This left some bangs to frame the front of his face but not be in his way.

Nodding in approval he walked out of the bedroom and to the front closest where Cal kept all of his cloaks. After a careful consideration, he grabbed a black one with a silver trim, and pulled it over his shoulders as he walked out of the penthouse.

Cal watched from around the corner, shocked. He waited for a moment as he debated what to do. He had never before seen his Master act so strange.

Taking a deep breath, he ran over to the communication terminal. He tapped through the list of names and finally pressed to dial Raoul's home terminal.

"Lord Am's residence," the young furniture on the other end answered softly.

"Jan, please…I need to speak with Lord Am."

Jan's eyes went wide as he fearfully looked around. "Cal, do you know what you just said?"

Cal nodded slowly. "I do, yes."

"My Master is in his lab, he doesn't wish to be dist-"

"Jan, please tell him it's regarding Master Iason. If he wishes to punish you, I will willingly take your punishment," Cal said quickly.

Slowly Jan nodded as he placed the call on hold. It was a few minutes before the call resumed and Raoul's face filled the screen. "What do you want, furniture."

Cal took a quick breath, trying to calm his nerves. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Lord Am, however it's Master Iason-"

"So my furniture said," Raoul interrupted with irritation in his voice.

Oh screw it, Cal thought as he closed his eyes. "My Lord, Master Iason has just left the penthouse dressed as a sapphire. Moments ago Sir Katze was here, reporting on a gang that was formerly active in Ceres and Master stated that he would be going out once the meeting was over. Since returning from work, my Lord, Master Iason has been acting different."

Raoul stared at him with a static expression. "Did he mention the name "Riki" before leaving?"

Cal paused. To answer that he would have to admit he was listening to Iason's conversation, which would be grounds for punishment and possible termination. "Master didn't, however Sir Katze did."

Without warning Raoul ended the call causing Cal to tremble in fear.

…

The streets were full of drunks and people looking for good times, as well as people looking to take advantage of those people.

Iason walked down the streets looking at all of the different clubs. According to the file Katze provided, Riki was working at a club as security. His eyes danced over each sign, looking for one that might belong to an elite of any level.

In the end he found three possible locations. He had already checked one out and had no luck there. Now he was entering the second, his eyes looking around quickly. He was able to identify the security from his seat at the bar, but didn't see his pet anywhere.

With a sigh he paid for his drink and was about to stand when he heard a sound that made his system halt. A moan. And not just any moan, one that made his body react. He had heard dozens of moans, having to sit bored through multiple pet couplings, but there was only one that ever had this effect on him.

"Nugh."

The sound hit his ears and had him looking around frantically. One sound affecting him he could chalk up to a coincidence, but two meant something.

Finally he stopped looking, his eyes landing on the VIP section of the club where an Onyx sat laughing while a man straddled his left leg, facing away from all of the other guests. Every couple of seconds, while the Onyx talked to his guests, he would bounce his leg causing the person to moan.

"Sir is there anything else I can get you," the bartender asked.

Iason glanced at him then looked back at the Onyx. "Who is that person?"

The bartender followed his line of sight and stiffened. "That is our owner, Lord Mandrin."

Iason nodded slowly. "And does he always play with his pets in such a way? Seems rather below his rank."

"That man isn't his pet, Sir. That is Riki, one of the clubs employees," he explained.

When he heard the name, he tensed up a bit. He wanted more than anything to walk up to the Onyx and rip him apart, but knew that if he did, he would be arrested even though his status. One of the fundamental laws of Amoi set by Jupiter was that no elite could kill another.

Silently he watched as Riki leaned forward, his forehead resting on Mandrin's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes as his vision adjusted so he could see his pet better. More rage filled his system when he noticed that Riki wasn't just sitting on the Onyx's leg, but instead he was sitting on something that was going into his body.

"If I might say Sir, if you like what you see, you should be here tomorrow when Riki is working," the bartender said softly.

Iason stood and adjusted his cloak. "Perhaps," he said as he walked out of the club. He didn't want to leave his pet, but there was nothing he could do right now about it. He didn't even know if his beloved would remember him.

…

"Please," he begged barely above a whisper.

Mandrin stopped his conversation as he glanced down at his toy. "Do you need something, Riki?"

His body was shaking slightly as he tried to breath. "Please let me cum," he cried.

"You'll have to ask our guest."

Riki closed his eyes as he sat straight and tried to turn.

"No, you know how to ask correctly," Mandrin said as he bounced his leg again, this time a bit harder.

Instantly Riki hunched forward and let out a painful moan. Slowly he uncurled and started to lean back. He froze when his bound hands began pulling the rope that was wrapped around his manhood. He tried to adjust his body but this caused the dildo in his ass to move and go deeper, causing him to let out lewd sounds.

"You are quite the sadist my friend," the other Onyx laughed as they both watched the mongrel struggle.

"P-please may I..I cum," Riki asked as best he could.

The man smiled and leaned forward. "No."

Mandrin laughed when he saw the look on Riki's face. "Poor little Riki," he said as he reached forward and wrapped his hand around Riki's member, causing the mongrel to scream. "Wow, you are so hard. I don't think you could get any harder," he chuckled.

Riki cried out and tried to pull away. "Please stop…I…."

The Onyx smiled as he pulled the release tie on the rope binding the three appendages together.

Almost instantly Riki came, seed spilling all over his stomach. "Fu…I…." He closed his eyes as tears rolled into his hair.

…

Iason opened his eyes as the elevator stopped, doors opening to his floor.

"Iason."

"Good evening Raoul," Iason said as he stepped into the hallway. "Is there something I can assist you with this late?"

"Your hair, your dress…Iason, what is going on with you," Raoul asked after a moment of examining his friend.

Iason closed his eyes and smirked as he started down the hallway towards the penthouse. "Nothing is wrong, Raoul. I wanted a night out and did so."

Instantly Raoul was on his friends heals. "Iason, please allow me to scan your system again. I fear that the previous scan may have missed something," he said quickly. "I have everything ready in my lab for a second scan."

"I am fine Raoul, but thank you for your concern," he said as the door opened for him. As he walked into the penthouse he willed his hair to return to the platinum blond his body defaulted to. "Would you like a drink," he asked as he removed his cloak and draped it over a table.

Raoul hesitated as he looked around, noticing the furniture had not arrived to greet them. "Iason, please do not confuse my meaning. Jupitar reached out to me and requested I run a new scan for you with different parameters."

Iason sighed as he leaned on the bar. "There is no need. I know what the issue is, and I am working to correct it," he said as he sipped the wine he poured. "Now if you will please-"

"At least allow me to assist you. Iason, I'm your friend and I want to make sure you are alright," he said firmly.

Silently Iason swirled his wine as he pondered the idea of Raoul assisting him. Surely if things got out of hand, a second blondie would be useful. "Fine, be here tomorrow at sun down. And be dressed to blend in with common people."