Book 2: Living free from Jupiter's law - Rising from the ashes of Herbay

The volunteer at your feet

After confessing to Iason his self-loathing tendencies that until now he had been ashamed to accept, Riki went back to bed and fell asleep peacefully clinging to his side. For some strange reason, he felt fulfilled. As if that conversation had lessened the distance between them and determined the beginning of important changes.

He had achieved exactly his goal: to bump into old Iason again and relive the helplessness of yesteryear. Although it had happened too violently - his body still ached in places - they would establish rules and it wouldn't be so terrible next time. It only remained hope that Iason would learn to control his sadistic Blondie nature.

The next morning, he felt disappointed to find that the other half of the bed was empty. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he answered automatically. Iason never bothered to knock, he would just open and walk in, so it could only be the one other person living with them. "Come on, Cal!"

The eunuch timidly made his entrance. "Is everything all right, Master Riki?"

"Let's say so," the mongrel replied, stretching.

The windows were opened, and light filled the room. "It's late. I was worried about your health."

"Were you afraid Iason would have killed me?" Riki teased him.

"Benson told me this morning that Master Guy was bruised, sore, and in a bad mood," the boy explained.

"I guess Iason was not the only sadistic bastard tonight," Riki commented with a sigh. "I'll have to apologize to Guy for giving him such an unfortunate idea." He was wearing only light linen pants, so he got out of bed, opened the closet, and chose a T-shirt. He knew he had numerous bites and scratch marks on him, but he didn't care too much if Cal saw them. "I have everything under control, don't worry. Besides, I'm realizing now that I shouldn't have involved you, Benson, and Guy in that kind of role-playing game yesterday. I'm sorry."

"It was weird to be a furniture again with a pet on a leash," Cal admitted.

Riki patted him on his back. "I owe you one. What would you and Benson like as an engagement gift?"

The former furniture suddenly blushed. "Benson and I are not engaged!"

"You talked to him this morning. You call him often. If you are not engaged, what are you?"

Cal seemed uncertain about what answer to give. "I don't know. I just like being together with him."

"This is good. How far have you gone with him physically?"

The eunuch's embarrassment became more glaring. "Not very far. We just kiss and caress."

"Have you seen each other naked?"

"N... no. Not completely."

"You had a hickey on your neck the other day. It gave me the impression that Benson wants to go further."

"But... I don't know how to go beyond that. Do you really think Benson wants to do... certain things with me?"

The mongrel shrugged. "Why not? Sex is a natural thing. It's about exploring each other and finding out what you like. Kind of like you're already doing, but more intimately."

"I don't think I'm able to. It would be too embarrassing!"

Followed by Cal, Riki went to the kitchen, grabbed a box of cereal from the shelf, poured it into a bowl, and topped it with cold milk and a sliced banana. "Were you a virgin before the operation?"

Topics of a sexual nature were considered taboo for furnitures. Cal almost felt guilty talking about it. "Y... yes. Benson told me he was, too."

The mongrel sat down at the table and motioned for him to take a seat as he began to eat. "You didn't even masturbate?"