2 comments/ 4008 views/ 2 favorites Evolution By: subnoire *Please note this story is the prequel to THE SUPERBOWL, but it's not confusing if you read them out of order. VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! This story is sole property of the author and may not be copied or reproduced without author's consent. ************************************************** EVOLUTION Part One she needed to play. Needed to learn more. she was without a Daddy and sometimes it physically hurt. her last Daddy had released her due to His family and financial circumstances. It was unforeseeable and now, in hindsight, she was glad He had done it but it still pained a bit. His release had left her without a Daddy to guide her in her BDSM growth. she was left frustrated and horny. More than horny, she was feeling lost. Abandoned in the middle of her process. she often went to various groups and chat rooms just to feed off of "Dominate energy." However, the sharks came out with teeth glaring as soon as she signed on. This made her feel like a goldfish in a shark tank and she said so on one profile. Then she met someone who promised He would not bite unless she begged Him to. Shel sent her a message saying He knew exactly how she felt and to just be careful. He even offered to teach her how to "bite back." They soon started chatting and He answered her many questions about the lifestyle, submission and even how to choose a Dom/Daddy. Although He never really hit on her, it soon became clear that Shel was attracted to her. she did not know how to take it so she pretended not to notice for a long time. One of the first things He'd shared about true Doms was that They wouldn't approach her in a sexual manner until They knew her well. Moreover, He was very respectful and guarded her feelings well. He continued to answer her questions and even ask her some of His own. He continued to push her to learn and to grow. Moreover, in her growth, her need and passion grew too. she was totally against playing, as it felt to her like a one night stand in the vanilla world. But she felt if she could "play" with anyone it could be Him. she trusted Him, sight unseen, and she trusted Him. So she and a sub friend had the idea of asking Him if He would and could play with her. she nervously asked Him. He said yes, but in the back of her mind, she wondered if just playing with Him would be enough. They decided when and where to meet for the first time. He requested that she wear a skirt. Length of her choosing, but with heels and thigh high stockings. She chose a casual jean skirt with high heel boots with her favorite soft pink sweater. They didn't decide if they would play or not. They would just "play" it by ear. He requested that she pack a bag, just in case they decided to remain together for the weekend. A Starbucks fit the bill even though she wasn't a coffee fan. she blushed when she first saw Him. she knew it was He immediately! "Not too many 6'6" tall black men in Starbucks on a regular!" she thought. she pretended not to see Him. Not because she was necessarily shy, but because she didn't think she could hold His intense gaze while He crossed the coffee shop. He walked right to her table and said her name. "Simona." Almost whispered it. But she heard it. she felt it, even in the noisy Starbucks. she closed her eyes and smiled before she looked up. Up at the man she so wanted to climb. It was an inside joke between them, but she was serious about it. she smiled up at Him and couldn't help but shiver as a flash of Him with a handful of her hair crossed her mind and sent a little jolt to her vagina. Instead of grabbing her hair, He grabbed her hand and squeezed as He sat down with a big, sly grin on His face. "Get your mind out of the gutter, miss!" she blushed and threw up her hands in surrender, "What?? I didn't do anything!" He laughed, "It's not what you did, its what you were thinking!" "I plead the fif Shel!!!!" was all she would say. They had discussed the nasty thoughts and what they did to her body before, so He knew she was humming right about now. Not humming with her mouth, but her pussy would hum when He said or did certain things. Now she thought He could do it at will. she managed to sit and talk with Him for over two hours, all the while, alternating between blushing and grinning. He just had that affect on her. And He indeed, loved to watch her squirm under His intense and deliberate gaze. "So, shall we leave here and be alone or sit and chat more? You decide, miss." "YES! LET'S LEAVE HERE TOGETHER!" she screamed in her head. But instead she lowered her gaze and quietly said, "Yes Papi, I'm ready if You are," using the name they had decided she would call Him when she felt comfortable enough. He stood and offered her His large hand. Instantly she felt safe when she put her small hand in His and walked out with Him. But what would happen now? Part deux "Where are we going Papi?" she asked, barely above a whisper as they exited the coffee house, Him holding her hand tightly. "Shhh chikara. Do you trust Me?" He stopped as He said her pet name and asked the ultimate question of the night. she immediately opened her mouth to say YES as He stopped her with one finger. "Please think about this, because if you say yes, you will be mine until we run out of time this weekend. I will control you completely. I will control your time, your body, your mind, your pleasure....all of you will belong to Me. And I will not release you until it is time for you to return home." she lowered her head and looked up at Him thru thick eyelashes and answered quietly, "Yes Papi, I trust You." "Good! We begin." He grinned thru big smile and continued to lead her to His car. He spoke gently and intimately to her on the drive. "I have reserved us a cottage about an hours drive away. It is very cozy and we are not near others, as you may tend to get loud." She looked at Him quickly and He wore a sly grin and continued, "you trust me, so relax and let Me do what I do best. Now lay back and close your eyes. You will need your rest." Before she could object, her seat was lowered slightly and His eyes returned to the road. "Guess I will rest." she thought to herself, as if she had any choice in the matter. "Chikara?" She slowly opened her eyes, she had almost fallen asleep that quickly. "Yes Papi?" "Mine, what's the rule for sitting in a dress or skirt?" His eyes never left the road and it took her a minute to become fully awake and focus on the question. The answer clicked after a second and she shifted her weight up slightly so she could raise the skirt up over her ass in the back. After settling back in her seat she looked up and saw that His eyes had never left the road, so she laid her head back and closed her eyes again. "Good girl.", she barely heard as she smiled and drifted off again. Somewhere along the quiet drive she started to awaken to His strong right hand caressing her thigh. It was so peaceful, the hum of the engine, soft jazz playing on the radio and His firm touch. She kept her eyes shut and pretended to remain asleep. His hand went up and down her thigh, sometimes tickling, sometimes scratching. Then in a voice no greater than a whisper she heard, "chikara open." And almost instantly her thighs fell open. She was amazed her body knew what her head hadn't fully realized yet. She felt slight pressure on one thigh and opened wider to meet His need. He began to tickle the inside of her thighs now, still moving slowly up and down. She silently begged, "Please go higher Papi! Please touch me there!" But she knew better than to say it aloud. He might remove His hand altogether. Madingly, He continued to drive and tease. Tease and drive. She tried hard to steady her breathing and keep her eyes closed. The bass in His voice vibrated their small space. "My chikara, if you can cum, please cum for Me. Please cum in My hand." And with that, His long fingers quickly entered her dripping wet pussy and began to work sheer magic. She whispered sadly, "Papi, You know I never cum." But she was oh so enjoying the ride. She relaxed and decided to just float with her feelings and opened her legs as wide as a car seat would allow. Softly she moaned and groaned under His strong fingers. He dipped in and out of her wetness, never relenting. When His wet fingers touched her button she almost screamed. He felt her body stiffen and wondered if an orgasm was on the horizon. He was bound and determined to give her one. Furiously, He worked her fun button, fast then slow. It was deliciously driving her crazy and she felt her hips rise up from the seat to meet His fingers. "Oh Papi!" she hissed through clenched teeth. Amazingly the build up was coming and they both knew it just might lead to the big O. He knew exactly what would help. "chikara, you are Mine. Do you not want to please Papi? Will Papi play with His toy in vain? Will My work be in vain, chikara? Do you not wish to please Me baby? Make your Papi smile. Make me happy, Mine. Cum on my hand and I promise that I will allow you to lick My fingers." Immediately something broke in her mind. Stars exploded behind closed eyes and she bucked and bucked against His hand. Ah, her orgasm! He continued to move His fingers as He felt her pussy spasm over and over on His hand. Slowly, she came down and wore a huge smile. "Thank You Papi!" she cooed with a cat-who-ate-the-canary smile. "First of many for this weekend baby." He placed His fingers to His lips and quickly flicked His tongue across one and moaned, "Mmmm delicious!" And offered her a taste as He had promised. She proceeded to lick His fingers and hand clean, taking time with each finger and between as well. He felt his dick growing in His pants and she must have too because she asked, "Papi can I take care of You?" "Later sweetness, we will soon arrive at our destination. Rest your eyes." Part Three "Wake up chikara, we're here." Papi said barely above a whisper. But she heard Him all the same. More like she felt him. A small stretch and she opened her eyes, automatically reaching to pull down her skirt. She'd forgotten why it was up, till she heard a small clearing of the throat next to her. "You'd forgotten, pet? No problem. You'll remember soon enough. We've reached our destination." She raised her head to see a small cabin. Quaint yet modern. Almost charming, like a picture postcard. He pulled up slowly in front and popped the trunk. "Do not move mine." He said with a chuckle before getting out of the car. With a slight stretch of his long legs, He goes to the trunk to remover their bags and comes around to her side. It had been soo long since a man had opened her car door. "Wait a minute," she thought, "had a man ever opened my door?" Giggling at the thought, she swung out her shapely legs and received a small whistle. Just the response she'd hoped for when she'd chosen the boots and skirt. "What's so funny Mine? Inside joke?" He asked. "Something like that. Just considering the past." she replied. "Well, your past doesn't exist for the rest of this weekend. Consider your future." He said while lifting her up into His arms for a quick kiss, literally sweeping her off her feet. "How many arms does this man have?" she thought as He lowered His prey like a piece of paper and walked toward the cabin door with their bags still in hand. As she climbed the cottage steps she knew that her life would never be the same after this weekend. This wasn't a simple weekend getaway. Pausing on the last step up, she wondered if she was ok with that. Step backward and never know or keep going and embrace the future, whatever it may be. With a smile on her face, she stepped forward into her new future. The cottage was as lovely as she knew it would be. It was large enough for the two of them, yet still intimate. The floor plan was open yet cozy. There are candles and fresh flowers all around and she turned looking for Him. How did He know she would agree to come with Him? Just when she was about to call out to Him, the door closed behind her. As she went to turn towards the door, she was pushed into it with her face kissing the wood and strong, big body pressed into her back. She gasped, but before she could speak, a large hand was placed over her mouth and a hot sexy voice melted in her hear. "Now I have you where I want you, lil' one. Trapped in my web. And I will not let you out until I'm done toying with you." As He's speaking He is running His left hand roughly down her body. Pausing briefly to tease her hot spots. He nudged her legs apart with his knee so quickly that she almost fell. "I got you. You will not fall. Trust me! Do you trust me?" He cooed. She could only nod her head yes and moan loudly as her response got the reward she had hoped. Two long fingers were pushed into her pussy without mercy. Not shocked to find that she was sopping wet, she threw her head back as far as his hand would permit. Sticking out her tongue in an attempt to make contact with some part of his body, she moaned in vain. "Both hands on the door and do not move, mine!" he said sternly but softly. Quickly placing both hands on the door, she closed her eyes as she felt something cool run up the side of her neck. Before she could figure out what the object was, she heard material ripping. Her warm, fuzzy sweater was being cut off her with a very sharp knife! She attempted to turn and was quickly reminded to be still by a whispered voice in her ear. Terrified of the knife, she froze and moaned. How could she be even wetter by the destruction of her favorite sweater? A knife was dangerous wasn't it? She felt the cold steel go slowly up her spine and then stop mid-way to pop her bra strap. Elastic fled as it was cut away. Next came the skirt. Instead of simply unzipping it, she felt the knife go from her waist down, material separating like butter. "It will be replaced." was whispered gruffly in her ear. A low, guttural moan ripped her throat like butter. She was enjoying having her hesitations cut away. Naked, pressed against a door in just thigh-highs and boots. Oh, he took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled. With a puddle of clothes at her feet, she was shivering, more from fear and anticipation than the temperature. She was going to be so much fun. So beautiful and yet she didn't even know it. But she would soon! He couldn't resist licking her spine from her ass crack up to her neck bone. Chuckling to himself as she struggled to remain still. A nibble on her earlobe and a husky whisper, "Who's beautiful?" Receiving no answer, he switched ears and this time instead of a sexy nibble she received a firm bite. "Who's beautiful?" he breathed after her yelp. "I am?" she questioned. Stroking her neck with the blade, going around to graze her right nipple with the steel, he began, "Let's try this once more love. Who's beautiful? Loudly too, so they can hear you on Mars!" Yelling from her diaphragm, "I AM!" Even though her mind still questioned her answer. "Ah, very good. And for that you get a reward." He stated. Squatting down, knife still in hand, he began to stroke her legs with his hands and his blade. Using his tongue, he began to bathe her ass like a cat. Stroking her inner thigh, he pushed her legs more apart and pulled her ass closer to his face. "Mmmm, " He moaned, "I have another question for you beautiful." "Ohhh yes Papi! Anything, Yes!" she moaned into the door. "Ah, but Mine, I have yet to ask the question." he laughed. "The question is, who's are you? Who do you belong to this weekend?" "YOU PAPI!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while his tongue began to tease the area between her asshole and puss. "Good! Bet they heard that on Mars. Another....who do you belong to after this weekend?" he sneakily asked. She turned her head, hesitant to break the rules. Looking down at his smiling face she slowly answered. "I have no choice but to give the same answer." But instead of a yell, a faint whisper escaped her lips, "You Papi." The next sound heard was that of a knife hitting a hardwood floor and a swoosh of a big man picking up his girl in one swoop, growling as He quickly moved. Part Four His eyes were focused on her. Her eyes were focused on Him. She wasn't sure where he was taking her, but at this point it really didn't matter. She would've gone with Him anywhere. "Shall we make love?" He asked slyly. She lowered her eyes and shook her head no and he fully understood. She didn't want traditional, vanilla lovemaking. She wanted, no fully expected, to have her arms binded, hair pulled, ass spanked and any other wicked thing He would come up with. And looking at the wicked gleam in His eyes, she knew His mind was working overtime. Taking her into a large bedroom with a huge bed, He placed her in the middle of what looked like a mattress ocean. After all, He was 6'6". No little bed would fit Him. Suddenly she felt shy. Naked in a big bed with the big bad wolf veering down at her. Not to mention, He was still fully clothed. Which only made her feel more vulnerable. "Imagining all the things we'll do or regretting being here, Mine?" "Imagining and anticipating." was her response. "Good! Would you prefer to be blindfolded? It may help you relax?" He asked. "Yes please Papi. I think I'd like that." "Good. We shall begin. Remember the word we talked about?" He inquired. "Yes Papi. A safe word right? I've chosen one. It's turquoise." she smiled. "Turquoise it is then Mine. Close your eyes beautiful. Don't be afraid to use it." He said as He prepared. Suddenly wrapped in darkness, she wished she'd said no blindfold. "Relax. Remember, you trust me. I'm not going to do anything you haven't been dreaming about." He chuckled. Remembering that other senses intensify when one is deprived, she perked her ears to listen. What was he doing? She thought she heard chains, and maybe leather. No, she smelled leather. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. "Listening hard aren't you Mine? And what do you hear?" He asked. "I can't really tell." she honestly replied. "Good. Arms up!" was His only response. When she raised her arms, they were pulled further over her head and she heard a quick click of cuffs. Her wrists were pulled tight and a quick kiss was planted on her nose. She giggled, but remained nervous. She felt hands on her sides and stomach tickling her. She began to wiggle and beg for Him to stop. "Please Papi! I will pee on myself!" she laughed. "Go ahead, we need your bladder to be empty anyway. I have an experiment I want to try later." He replied. There was no way she could release her bladder she promised herself. She would die of embarrassment. "Please, Papi! Now I really have to go badly! Please may I?" she begged. Releasing the cuffs and scooping her up, He quickly desposited her bottom on the toilet, while she was still wearing her blindfold. "Thank you Papi. May I have some privacy?" she asked after not hearing Him leave the bathroom. "No, you may not Mine. You're all mine, and that includes your bodily functions." He simply stated. "Now please hurry, we have much to do." Seeing she had no option, she quickly used the bathroom, no matter how embarrassed she was. Another first, using the bathroom with an audience! In a blindfold! She couldn't see the smile on His face. Quickly wiping, she stood up and said, "I'm done Papi." "Good girl!" He praised as He flushed. Blushing thru her blindfold, she swooned at that phrase. Why did it affect her that way she wondered. Scooping her up like a feather, Papi took her back to the bed and tied her arms back over her head, this time she was face down. Evolution "Now to work!" He declared. In silence, Papi got to work. Her legs were quickly spread and bound to the bed, tied tightly. Her boots were removed and her toes tickled. "What's your safe word?" He asked. "Turquoise" Simona whispered. Immediately she felt and heard the snap of the flogger tails. Softly, but firmly they stroked her torso. Up and down her body. Each stroke a little firmer, down her legs and on the bottoms of her feet. Then back up her body, kissing the sides of her breasts, up to her neck and then to her arms. The strikes started to get heavier and more intense. Her body started to hum and get warm. She began to move her body to meet the blows. Obviously she was enjoying this! Shel started to increase the pressure of His blows. Harder and harder till she felt she couldn't take more. Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue. Her body was on fire. Liquid fire. "What is my damn word?" she thought. "Mine, do you feel turquoise?" Papi asked. Shaking her head no, she wondered how He'd read her mind. Maybe it was her trembling body. "Say it pet! Say yes or no aloud." "No Papi, I don't feel turquoise, but I will soon." she warned. He chuckled. He'd known it was on the way. He wanted to see just how much she could take, but this was just the warm-up. Putting the flogger away, He pulled out one of His favorites, a cane. He wondered if she would appreciate the sound of the sting as much as He did. The stripes on her ass and thighs would be beautiful. She had never experienced a cane. And He knew she would be really scared right now if she could see His favorite pain tool. The cane represented a solid step in their budding relationship. She was a newbie of sorts, but she was willing to learn. "Mine, this will be a new experience. Relax. You trust me? You remember your word?" Shel implored. "Yes Sir, I trust You. And yes Sir, I remember my safe word. TEAL" she giggled. Immediately, as the fake safe word ended, she felt the first strike of the cane. Pain welled up in her eyes and a scream escaped her lips. But she didn't want Him to stop. This was only the start. Strike after strike, blow after blow rained down on her ass and thighs. He saw her begin to grind her hips into the bed even though she screamed and cried. As soon as her mind was about to tell her lips to say turquoise, something literally snapped! Her body began to float above the pain. Float above the bed, it seemed. She heard her screams stop. It was quiet. In the background she still heard the strikes, but no longer felt them. Her mind saw colors. Explosions of reds, blues, bright yellows! She felt the sun streaming on her and she began to moan. The heat was building in the pit of her stomach. It traveled to her core and thighs. Her pussy, NO, HIS pussy, began to weep. POW! She exploded that quickly. Shel stopped the blows and began untying His prize. He glowed with pride. She'd taken every blow like a champ. She had endured for Him and her reward was subspace and a large orgasm. He pulled her close and stroked her hair and body. The spasms from her orgasm racked her body. She trembled in His arms, feeling she would never stop shaking. But He wouldn't let her go. He held her tightly and whispered everything in her ear she needed to hear. With wet thighs and hungry eyes, she regained her focus and looked lovingly up to her new Master. One short sentence was all he spoke..."MINE! No take-backsies!" THE END Evolution My life was full. Too full, it seemed, to move forward. It seems disingenuous to imagine my life being enhanced in any meaningful way, since I seemed to have it all. I had two successful businesses and four women that would do anything I asked. Asked seems to be the wrong word. In my position, I requested nothing. I gave orders, and they were carried out to my satisfaction, or there were consequences. I was challenged often, especially in my early days. Individually and collectively, my mother and sisters would intentionally test me. Being dominant without being abusive is a fine line. I did what I did out of love. I had respect for my position. I found myself within specific self imposed guidelines. I never acted out of anger, and I made it my rule to never react to anything in any forum. Reaction is a good thing in limited cases. You need the ability to react in situations like war, sports or emergency. In real life, people far too often react rather than respond. I always took the time to respond. I thought about the words or event before I ever answered it. Once my family determined that this was my strength, the challenges to my position became fewer and less intense. There was a lot of sex, bondage, discipline and pain, but there was also a shift. I was called on for advice and council. The women usually took my decisions as final, but I also had some emotional outbursts and fighting. Getting any measure of outside help proved to be more of a problem than an asset. I was as anonymous as I could make myself when I went about getting answers I was seeking. Some were about general rules and codes of conduct and some were about specific issues. I found that people can be more judgmental than friendly. Certain people seemed to have a specific, preconceived idea of exactly what a master was. Any deviation from the guidelines they had set in their minds was unacceptable to them. I found myself alone in my world. I kept my wits about me, and always tried to do what I thought was the right thing, rather than the instinctive or self indulgent thing. There were ups and downs, but I felt that we had grown closer and I felt more loved than I ever had. Heidi wanted a tattoo. I'm sure it was more team spirit than personal desire, but once she decided on it, she came to me. It was never a condition of our relationship that she clear such things with me. I doubt if she even had this type of request for approval with dad. My sister knew that I had good judgement, and sought my approval about many issues, large and small. In this case, she played soccer in college, and her team had gone undefeated during the regular season. A few of the star players decided to have their numbers permanently inked on their bodies. One part of her thought the idea was cool, and she got caught up in peer pressure. A few were getting the numbers just over their breast, one high up on her arm, two were incorporating them into tramp stamps on the lower back, and one low on her belly, just at her bikini line, off to one side. I noted that there was no uniformity to their design. It made me think this was not a good idea. I'm sure that in her mind I didn't consider her request for a sufficient length of time before rejecting it. She went through her emotional bag of tricks. She was angry, sad, pouted like a little girl, cried, yelled and told me that she was old enough to do whatever she wanted. I agreed with her last statement, and I told her so. She smiled and looked at me in triumph, her eyes burning with victory. She tossed her long hair and sat up in her chair. We sat across from each other at the heavy dining room table, staring at each other. Mom hovered in the background, taking in everything. "However, if you want to continue to be a part of the family as it is now, you'll take my advice." I swept my arm across the table, indicating the total of the house and all that our lives had become. "If you choose to ignore me, I will take it as a personal insult." Her sweet victory turned sour in her mouth. Her eyes narrowed in defiance. She listened intently, searching for a flaw in my reasoning. "I have reasons that I would be happy to share. Right now, permanently marking your body seems like the thing to do. Your friends are doing it, it looks cool and sexy, and it might seem like the perfect way to express yourself." I stared her down, feeding every argument and reason back to her. "Once you have one, chances are you'll want another one. Some women like the pain. There are a lot of reasons that people want a tattoo. It draws attention to you. You can put it in a hidden place, like your own secret that you can reveal when you choose to." Heidi looked up at me with her best little girl eyes. A slight smile played across her face and she was blushing a little. I had hit on a reason or reasons she liked the idea of getting inked. I could have narrowed it down until I had the primary desire in her mind and hammer away at it, but my reason took me in a different direction. "I have heard that possession is 9/10's of the law. You've probably heard that too. I don't know if that is true. I do know that perception is 9/10's of the law. I am liberal in many ways, but when I see a girl with tattoos, my mind describes her to me in a way that is not necessarily positive." Now Heidi's eyes darkened. It looked like someone pulled a cloud over her face. She also tensed and went defensive. "She might be a bright beautiful girl, talented and with extremely high morals. Her outward appearance reflects that she is trying to draw attention to herself, and not in a positive way. To me, she appears easy and cheap, a slut waiting to be used and abused." Heidi's mouth opened. I held up my hand. "I didn't say that it was right or fair. If I perceive her that way, others also see her that way. We face enough challenges in life. We do not intentionally narrow our choices and options by doing destructive things to ourselves." Heidi's mouth closed as she finally fought her instinct to argue her point. "People get tattoos for emotional reasons. Use your head. Think about it. Think about the future. I'm not talking about the lame and stupid arguments about your body changing." A flush came over my sister's face. She was the baby of the family, and used to getting her own way. I was making her think. Part of her liked it, and part of her hated it. "Weak people make weak arguments, and one of them is that when you get pregnant, or things begin to fall, or you gain weight, your tattoos will become blobs that no one wants to look at. Fortunately, you have good genes, and I'd never give you that argument." With this, I looked over at mom for the first time. She had a smile of pride on her face. It could have been the complement of her passing on good genes or something else. In any case, she was swelled with pride. "No, I'm talking about your kids. People can't help making judgements about other people. You and your kids will be judged by how you look. Teachers, principals and other parents will determine what kind of a role model you are based on how you look." I looked at my sister, a long hard look. She had light, long hair and her big blue eyes made her look even younger than her 21 years. Her breasts were small on her athletic body, but I could still see her chest rise and fall with the angry breaths she took. I kept my voice level and commanding. "Don't put yourself in that position. Don't put your kids in that position. Just don't do it. If you must, get a temporary one when you feel the urge and let yourself grow out of it." Heidi blinked as my words began to take effect. Before she could respond, I continued. "The real issue is defending yourself. Sometime, someone is going to question you about this. You will be in a position where you have to admit stupidity or defend your position. Being in either of these situations is not good." We both considered the next move. Sometimes I was playing a chess game. Other times, I was disciplining unruly children. Heidi had spoken out harshly to me during this encounter, and I knew I'd have to address it. "For now, think about it and make your own decision. In my mind, you're acting like a child. Children throw a tantrum when they don't get their way. They also want what they want, and they want it now." I never broke eye contact with her, although her face flushed and she was looking for the opportunity to turn away from my words and stare. "I expect more from you. I expect you to use your head. I do not expect you to ever act on impulse. You will not address me disrespectfully or subject me to your attitudes. You will be reminded of this." There was no mistaking the finality of my words. I had put my sister on notice that she would answer for her tone, and I wouldn't be surprised if a shiver ran through her at this. Whether it was a shiver of dread or excitement, I didn't know. I rose slowly. I gave her ample opportunity to speak. Heidi said nothing. My words played over in her mind. I'm sure she was in rebellion mode. She wanted what she wanted, and had every legal right to do what she wanted. I put the questions away. This was a case where I did not want to replay the past or guess about the future. I simply turned and left the room. In my life, challenges rarely come along one at a time. Mine come in multiples. My bed was unmade. This was unacceptable, and mom knew it. She never did anything by chance. She left things askew on purpose from time to time, indicating that she wanted my undivided attention, and was inviting swift and severe punishment. If I knew my mother, she had been twitching all day. Her pussy was probably soaked and her nipples hard as stone in anticipation of what I would do to her at finding my bed unmade. She was most likely using every ounce of self control to sit still while I talked to my sister. My punishments had varied widely. I had come up with some inventive tortures for her, and she had great appreciation for my imagination. I didn't want to repeat myself, and kept a journal of sorts on what I had done to each woman. It was under lock and written in my own shorthand. It had been a long day at work, and I had started a new project. I needed to refresh myself. I was worn physically and mentally but not sexually. Although mom had woken me in her typical way, by sucking my cock and licking my balls, I hadn't cum. In fact, I hadn't cum for a few days, which was quite unusual. Jenn, my older sister, was away on assignment on a story at the state capitol. The story had local ties, and she called every day to give us updates. The television job was taking more of her time, but she loved it and was making a lot of money. I hadn't seen her for a week and didn't expect her back for a few more days. Heidi had come over the previous weekend for some action, and I had some suspicions about her activities at school. I had planned on addressing it today, but her tattoo bomb had changed that. I made a mental note to summon her back home soon to talk to her. Jackie, younger than me but older than Heidi, considered herself the middle child. I guess she was the middle sister, but we were both the middle kids, although my being male within this female framework cancelled out the middle child syndrome. Jackie had been there on Tuesday, and I had fucked her hard. Jackie turned me on. She played the game well. Being a college cheerleader and very girly, she knew that guys checked her out. She never sought their attention, but wasn't beyond using her sexuality in a fun and flirty way. Jackie was different from most college girls. She had her share of jeans and shorts, but I rarely saw them. She was in a dress or skirt when she visited, and when she attended her classes. She was a good girl, at least outside of home. My sister could indulge her sexuality and fantasies in a safe environment. Therefore, she never sought out sexual partners at school. She preferred to be friends, and her dating, if you could call it that, was more like friends gathering for a night out. At home, she was a different animal. Jackie was a clever girl, and had adapted the conditions of our lifestyle to suit her personality. Heidi was like a bull, charging straight ahead until I stopped her. Jenn was subtle, and would accumulate points in her mind for minor infractions that would add up. Jenn would interrupt conversations, speak over others, walk in on people, seemingly forgetting the rules and making herself an annoyance. She would be like a fly buzzing around; not worth chasing, but would be swatted the second she landed. Or when the points added up high enough. I could tell when she was ready to land and be swatted, and she usually got her wish. Jackie was a girl that didn't break the rules. Chances were pretty good that she would never get a speeding or parking ticket. She worked strictly within set parameters. This was a problem for her in our lifestyle. She wanted to be punished. She had a desire to be manhandled and taken sexually. You really can't punish someone that never breaks the rules. I visited her at school and ran into her in town many times. Her skirts were never too short, and she always wore a bra. She never wore too much makeup, and she never swore in public or acted like a slut. She worked on being like Heidi, but it didn't work for her personality. She even asked mom for advice, and even together couldn't come up with a convincing way for her to appear deserving of punishment. She was smart, and hit on her own way of getting attention. She walked in one day in a far too short skirt. She bent over after purposely accidentally dropping her keys, and she wasn't wearing underwear. She jiggled as she walked, wearing a far too small, thin shirt that clearly showed her nipples. This was my sister, but I got hard immediately. I had rarely seen Jackie braless. She knew I wouldn't approve, and she even stepped up her game by acting the way she dressed, sitting with her legs open, bending over to give me a clear view down her shirt, and rubbing herself. The thought of her out in public like this brought her swift and severe punishment. Rather that being a deterrent, she showed up a week or so later in even a smaller and sluttier outfit. The third time, I caught her. She was dressed perfectly when she drove up to the house. I just happened to look out the window and saw her walk up to the house. I was waiting a long time for her to come in, and she was a different person. The girl that drove up to the house wore a brown, mid thigh curduroy skirt, white ankle socks with tennis shoes, and a white sweatshirt. The slut that walked into the house wore a black skirt that barely covered her ass, sandals and a sleeveless pink satin blouse, tied just under her breasts, open and unbuttoned. Jackie was slutting herself up before coming in. She would never wear this is public, but wanted me to think she would. I had new appreciation for my sister. Jackie called on Monday, saying that she would be coming over the next day. Later, I found that she was loving this part of the game. It turned her on to plan out a special look. Mom was in on the game, and they would conspire together and giggle like schoolgirls. Mom spent most of her time naked or nearly so, so she lived this fantasy through Jackie. It was like having a slutty Halloween party every week or so. My sister showed up as what can best be described as a sleazy angel. She was dressed totally in white. Her mini skirt was so thin that I could make out her pussy lips through the fabric. The top was the same, and her nipples were on display. She wore white thigh high hose and white heels. The tops of the stockings stopped six inches below her pussy or the hem of the skirt, depending on how she was standing. She walked straight up to me and gave me a kiss and a greeting, patting my cock. She walked up to mom and gave her a much longer, deeper kiss, reaching down to finger mom's pussy lips. While mom's mouth was used on a regular basis, I only used her pussy or ass now and then, no more or less than I used my sisters. It kept things fair in my mind, and avoided either of us getting bored by the same activity. As a result, mom pushed her pussy into my sister's fingers, letting out a small moan. Jackie's fingers came away wet, and she licked them clean. Jackie turned and looked at me with a smile. "You went out in public dressed like that?" It was actually more of a statement than a question. I had to suppress a smile as I said it. I knew from experience that it was one of her favorite things to be put over my knee, and I decided to indulge her. I sat in the big armchair and gestured her to me. Jackie stood in front of me and arched her back just enough that her skirt came up. Her pussy lips, puffy and full, were clearly in view. I reached out and pinched her nipple, pulling her to me. I have found that if you have a slut by the nipples, their hearts and minds will follow. I drew her to me, until she was laying across my lap, face down. Her ass was exposed already, but I made a point of pulling the skirt up, fully exposing her ass to me. My hand came down hard on her ass. "I know I told you about this. You will get your ass whipped if I catch you going out without panties." I don't know if she knew I knew, but it didn't matter. Jackie was caught between feelings. She wanted this. She needed this. She loved this. I doubt if she would ever be able to get to the root of her desire, but at this moment, it didn't matter. Her whole being responded to the total release of giving herself over to me. Her ass hot and red when the last of twenty hard slaps landed. Her breath was coming hard and fast. I was in a mood that I couldn't describe. Every now and then, something spurred me to a different place. To the women, I'm sure it was many things, torture, foreplay, masturbation or something else. To me, it didn't need a name or a description. Jackie's legs came open then she felt my hand on the inside of her thigh. She opened herself to me, her breathing turning to the caught breath of anticipation. I decided I didn't like this position and shoved Jackie off of my lap. She rolled off, landing on her ass, and quickly scrambled to her knees in front of me. With gestures rather than words, I had her stand and remove her skirt and shirt. I pointed mom to join us. I moved from the chair to the couch, sitting in the center. I pointed to my lap and Jackie went into the same position. I told her to turn over. She was laying across my lap, face up. I told my mother to remove Jackie's shoes, leaving her in the white stockings. I pulled my sister's arms down straight to her sides. "Do not move your hands." It is one thing to restrain someone from moving. It is quite another to force them to restrain themselves. It is instinct to reach out, to touch, fondle, stroke, squeeze or in some way engage another. Jackie would have difficulty with this. I looked at mom. "Keep her mouth occupied." I had Jackie positioned in a way that her pussy was just to the right of my center. I could see her pussy lips, spread slightly, in position for my right hand. My left was just over her breast. Both hands went into action at once. I slapped my hand down full, low on her belly, even as I pinched her nipple. Her hands shot up. My stern voice. "Do not move your hands." Jackie let out a whimper as mom lowered her lips and kissed her daughter. I watched the women kiss, rubbing my hand over my sister's belly, absently playing with her nipples. I squeezed her breasts fully, pinched her nipples and pulled up on them. Little moans and whimpers came from my sister's lips, engaged as they were with kissing that was becoming deeper and more intense. Mom was stroking Jackie's face, putting her hand under her neck to draw her face up, and pulling her hair. Jackie had my hand on one breast and her mother's hand on the other. I was pulling and twisting her nipple, while mom squeezed and flicked her fingernails over the erect nipple, occasionally, scratching her nails over the whole breast. Evolution My other hand went back to the inside of my sister's thigh. Jackie was fighting the urge to raise her hands, even as she opened her legs. My sister tried to open herself as far as possible to what she hoped would be my probing fingers. By now, her pussy lips were wet and open, begging for attention. Mom was feeding Jackie her nipple just as I slapped my sister's pussy. I wasn't in a good position to hit her hard or at the right angle, but I got enough of her pussy to make an impact. Her hands came up and she bit down. "Do not move your hands." Jackie made a noise of frustration as she returned her hands to her sides. Mom had given a little yelp when Jackie bit down, but it was more shock than anything. Mom went back to feeding her nipples to Jackie, who slurped and sucked and bit them. I pulled Jackie's legs up to give myself better access. The small of her back was against my thigh, but her ass was no longer on my lap. My forearm was behind my sister's knees, bending her in half. I began a slow torture of Jackie's ass and pussy. The women in my life were used to me coming at them hard and fast. They seemed to plan for this. This was something new for my sister, and she began to squirm almost immediately. I pinched her pussy lips, pulled them out and pulled them open. I rubbed and pinched her clit roughly. I spread her pussy open with my fingers. Her pussy was wet and open, and I was in a much better position when I slapped my hand down hard on her pussy. My hand made good contact, and the smack on her clit sent a shock wave through her. Her hands flew up again. She yelped. I said it again. Very slowly this time. "Do not move your hands." Once again, I could see the frustration of not being able to move her hands wash over my sister. If she had been restrained, the choice would be easy, but I was making her restrain herself. I inserted a finger up to my knuckle. I finger fucked my sister agonizingly slowly, stopping to pinch her lips and clit. I repeated this over and over until she wiggled under my hand and her breath caught. She was trying hard to get me to fuck her faster. Instead, I spread my fingers and fucked her pussy with my index finger and her ass with my thick middle finger. I'm not sure how the women did it, but their asses were always clean. In addition, my finger slipped right in, as though she had prepared herself for her ass to be used by lubing it even before she knew I would be using it. Once again, I fucked her holes together slowly, all the way in and all the way out. It was all foreplay. Jackie was ready to be fucked hard and cum for me, but nothing I did would take her over the edge. I was slow and deliberate, going back and forth. I finger fucked one hole, then the other, then both together, always slow, letting my fingers work all the way in and all the way back out. I rubbed her pussy lips and clit slowly, and pinched her everywhere. I took a pussy lip between my thumb and forefinger, pulling it out and twisting my hand until I heard her gasp. I had to tell her twice more to keep her hands at her sides. Mom had been busy this entire time. She sucked Jackie's nipples, pulled on them and twisted them. Jackie was kissed over and over, and had mom's tits presented to to her mouth to suck, lick and bite. I looked at mom and some unspoken signal passed between us. Mom positioned herself over my sister's face. She took Jackie's ankles and pulled them down and spread them wide apart. Then she lowered her pussy to Jackie's waiting tongue. Just as Jackie began to lick, I slapped her pussy hard. Once, twice, and again, and again, and again. No one was counting. Jackie's ankles were nearly in a position to be earmuffs. Her ass cheeks were positioned perfectly for a hard spanking, and I obliged. I slapped her pussy, her ass and the backs of her thighs over and over. Even I lost count after the first few hard smacks. I watched her ass turn crimson, and I could make out the shape of my fingers, hot and red on her ass. Her moaning and panting was muffled as mom ground her pussy on Jackie's face. Not content to be licked, mom worked her clit over my sister's nose and mouth until she was gritting her teeth. "Permission?" I smiled and said nothing for a long minute. Mom was on the verge; every second that she couldn't release was agony for her. I finally nodded and mom had an exquisite orgasm on her daughter's face, grinding and letting out a long moan. It seemed to go on and on, and Jackie was gasping for air when mom finally lifted her pussy off of Jackie's mouth and nose. In the meantime, I had gone to two fingers, and was lazily fucking my sister's pussy again. Jackie was managing to keep her hands at her sides, although she nearly lifted them when mom was aggressively riding her face. Her hands, however, were working furiously, opening and flexing, fingers spread wide apart and quickly closing into white knuckle fists. I don't have a pussy, but I'm told that it is two or three times more sensitive than a cock. I couldn't imagine having my cock and balls sucked and fondled for over an hour without cumming. Don't get me wrong, I've had sessions that lasted a long time, but there were breaks here and there. I gave Jackie no pauses, except for her spankings. Her pussy and ass were being constantly manipulated by my fingers. My fingers were soaked, and I could feel my sister trying to make me move faster. She was pressing forward, trying to shove my fingers hard in her. She tried to get more pressure on my fingers as they played over her clit. She desperately wanted the release of a hard orgasm, and I denied her. I've read stories in my research of slaves so well trained that they shared a word with their masters. This word, when spoken to them, would trigger an immediate and powerful orgasm. Just the word, no stimulation of any kind. Some masters got a thrill by showing off this power at parties, and some enjoyed whispering the word in public or at social gatherings. I looked down at Jackie, wondering what it would be like to train her to this degree. I have to admit, I got a thrill at the idea of whispering a word to her in public, watching her trying to retain her composure as her pussy got suddenly wet. I could imagine calling her on the phone and speaking the word, catching her completely off guard cheering at a football game or shopping at the mall. I smiled to myself. I decided to make her cum, but without permission. I knew I didn't have to take her far. Mom had again lowered her pussy to Jackie's lips, and my sister licked between her gasps as I began fucking her more vigorously. While my two fingers now plowed into her hot pussy, I rubbed my thumb over her clit. Mom saw what I was up to, and kept Jackie's mouth busy. My sister would have no chance to ask for permission. Mom pulled Jackie's legs down and apart until she was bent like a pretzel. My right hand was fucking my sister hard, and I caught a nipple between the fingers of my left hand and squeezed. Jackie let out a scream into mom's pussy. Mom rose up, but still held my sister's ankles. Jackie's face was red and strained as my assault on her pussy continued. She let her breath out in a whoosh and her fingers closed into a tight fist as her entire body was racked by orgasm. It took several minutes for her to regain any composure. She was smiling. I slapped her ass hard, but I couldn't slap that smile off her face. She knew that she had cum without permission and she didn't care. She would have faced any punishment at that point. I decided to address this violation at a later time and slipped out from under her. Mom gave me a quizzical look and I shook my head. She continued to hold Jackie open as I lined up my cock. I plunged my cock into my sister all the way to my balls. There was no resistance, unusual for her. Most of these things don't register at the time. I review my actions later, and only then catch some things that are out of character for the women. I was fully inside Jackie. My sister gasped, but held onto the grin that now looked more crazy than orgasmic. "Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." I didn't need her permission or encouragement. She never spoke this way, even in heat. This too, was not Jackie, but it didn't hit me at the time. I fucked my hard cock into her wet pussy over and over, hard and fast. Every time we came together in a wet slap, she let out a little noise. Slap. Fully into her, feeling my balls slap her ass. "Oh," Drawing all the way out and slamming back in. "Ah. Yes." And on and on it went. I wish I could say it was a long fuck, but it wasn't. It was hard and fast and lasted just a few minutes. Jackie seemed disappointed when she was suddenly empty. I pushed my body forward, and before she could even respond, I was unloading my seed on her face. I'm not sure if my sister ever had a facial before, but I suspect not. She seemed genuinely shocked when my cum hit her. She opened her mouth, not to receive me, but to say something, and the second jet of cum went right in. Her eyes opened wide and she made kind of a gurgling sound. The last of it was a dribble, but my sister now had cum from her nose to her tits. There were wet spots and drips all over the top of her body, and I could see the cum in her mouth. Mom had a surprised look on her face, and looked from Jackie to me. "Wow. That was hot." A flat statement. Before my sister could find a tiny bit of realization or recovery, my mom released her legs and positioned herself face to face with the cum covered face. I sat back and smiled. Mom kissed Jackie, licked her face and kissed her again. Jackie got enough composure back to return her mother's kisses, and they licked and kissed and shared my cum between them. Their faces were eventually clean. Wet, but clean of all traces of semen. Mom gestured Jackie to me. My sister blinked as though she didn't comprehend. Mom snatched Jackie up by the hair and positioned her mouth about an inch from my soft cock. Jackie finally got the message. She had been trained for this, but had lost herself in the moment. My sister leaned forward to take my cock into her mouth. "Don't move your hands." My sister had forgotten herself yet again, although I then wasn't sure where her hands had been during the fuck or the face clean up. I had forgotten to notice, but now I smiled as her hands went back to her sides and she worked me fully into her mouth. She understood and sucked me not to arouse me, but to clean our combined juices from my cock and balls. This was a matter of respect to dad, and he taught it to the females. Since I was now the head of the family, some old rules were still in force and effect. Others were purely my own. I released Jackie to shower and get herself together before she went home. She kissed me long and hard before she left. I whispered a warning to her, with a promise that I would be calling her back soon to answer for a few things. If I checked her panties, I'm sure I would have found them wet at my words. The next morning, Wednesday, I fucked mom before I went to work. This started a three day stretch of intensity at work, long hours and very little down time between projects, meetings and paperwork. I left early and came home late every day. Mom made herself available as usual, but I had no desire. Knowing that I was off the next day was enough to put in her less than subtle request for my attention. I took the journal with me into the bathroom and started the shower. After reviewing my last few sessions with mom, I stepped in the shower and let the water play over me, letting my mind wander over my options. I was having fun, but this was sometimes more like work. Keeping four women satisfied and disciplined took more energy than I had. I knew I needed help, and I was beginning to realize why dad had brought other men into his world from time to time. It satisfied not just his fantasies, and probably mom's as well, but gave him options that lessened the demands on him. I got out of the shower and dried off. The bedroom was empty. Typically, mom would be on her knees, naked, giving me a choice of items to use on her as punishment. I could smell something cooking and knew that mom was giving me the options of food or sex or punishment. I hadn't eaten for hours, and appreciated the choices. I came out to the kitchen naked. Mom was in a short robe, pink satin and lace. It was short and untied. Her tits swayed as she moved. Mom has an instinct for things, and she had opened a bottle of good wine. There was a generous glass on the counter. She put a platter in front of me. I smiled when I saw it. I had made a comment the week before. I paused while flipping through channels to watch the end of a cooking show. I had made a casual comment about the show, and mom had picked up on it. The platter was filled with tapas, a wide variety of hot and cold appetizers. The volume said she had worked on this for a long time, probably all day. There were twenty or more different items, and at least five of each. I took a sip of wine and began to try different things. Mom smiled at me and pulled out a pot. I held my hand up. "Just this." She said nothing, but smiled again and replaced the cookware. I gestured, and she came around the counter, letting the robe slide off of her shoulders. She knelt between my legs as I ate and drank, sucking my cock and balls. I had to hold myself back a few times. She nearly had me filling her mouth with cum. I watched her suck me. She was a small, short woman, and I was right between her comfort zones. The stools at our kitchen counter were at a height that she could suck me kneeling or standing, but either would require some effort. In her current position, she had to take my cock in her hand and point it straight toward her mouth. This alone was enough to warrant punishment. The rules to this activity were clear. A hand job was a hand job and a blow job was a blow job and these two events did not overlap. If you used your hands when giving head, you were one of two things; inept or lazy, and neither was tolerated in this world. True, she only used her hands to guide me when I slipped from her mouth, but I still considered it a violation. "Rope." Mom let my wet cock slip from her mouth and started to stand. "I did not tell you to get up." She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled off toward the bedroom. She returned a few minutes later in the same fashion, a coil of rope in her teeth. As I took the rope, I saw a slight wiggle of her ass, an obvious sign of excited anticipation. "Stand. Hands up." I wound a length of rope around her waist. I grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her to the center of the room. I had discovered that when dad built this room, he had done a few clever things. First, the house never seemed cold, even though the floor was stone and the room was huge, with high ceilings. The pipes under the stones were fed by a boiler device in the basement. The hot water kept the floor, and as a result the entire room warm. Dad had also concealed two drains under the floor. The floor could be hosed down and the water would just vanish. Third, he had made some stones removable. Under these stones were eye bolts embedded in concrete. I removed two of the stones and tied mom's ankles wide apart. I tied her hands behind her back at the wrists and elbows. I snaked a rope through the circle of rope I had tied around her waist, removed another stone, and tied her, bent forward, to another eye bolt.I pulled her hair up and tied a piece of twine around her hair. I wound a rope through the ropes around her wrists and elbows and fed the rope through one of the ceiling beams. I tied a loop at the end of the rope and let it hang loose. Then I pulled on it so that her arms were drawn up. She was on tiptoes when I looped the twine through the rope loop. Mom's hair was tied to her arms. If she dropped from standing on tiptoes or tried to drop her arms, it would pull her head up and back by her hair. Being bent forward at the waist, her face was exactly at cock level for me, and I tested this by shoving my cock in her mouth. After a few strokes, I withdrew and went back to work. I picked out six heavy clips. Mom was straining, but excited. Her nipples were hard, hanging down and swaying with every breath. I shoved two fingers in her pussy to test ny observation, finding her wet and open. I added a third finger and finger fucked her for a few minutes. I attached a clip to each nipple. I then tied a piece of twine to each clip. I pulled the twine forward, looped them over her shoulders and pulled tight. She let out a gasp when her nipples were drawn forward. I looped the twine through the rope loop and tied them off. Now, dropping her feet or hands would not just pull her hair, but her nipples as well. I attached clips to her pussy lips, front and back. Once again, I tied twine to each clip. It took some winding, around her thighs and through ropes, to finally twist the four individual twines into a rope that traveled from the ropes at the small of her back up to the rope loop. Once again, I pulled the twine tight before tying it off. Mom's pussy lips were spread wide, nipples pulled forward and head pulled back, all counterbalanced by a rope tied to her arms. I stepped back and admired my handiwork. Her mouth, ass and pussy were at the perfect level to be used. She couldn't turn her head or even rest for a moment without causing herself pain in her pussy lips and nipples. I could see just that. Mom causing herself pain. At first, I thought she was testing her bonds, but it was clear that after the third time she moved that she was actually forcing her own pussy lips apart and pulling on her nipples. "Hold this." I said it as I shoved a large thick dildo roughly in her ass. Once i pushed the head in, I pushed until only an inch showed. There had to be at least eight inches of thick rubber in her. A combination of sounds left her, kind of a groan and a gasp and a silent scream of pleasure and pain. I went to her head and she opened her mouth to accept me. "Don't move." I said it even as my cock went into her mouth. I didn't want to be sucked, I wanted to fuck her mouth, and that is exactly what I did. I held her head and shoved my cock into her mouth over and over. She drooled and gasped for air before she regained enough composure to breathe through her nose. Sometimes, it was hard to remember that this tiny tight forty something was my mother, and this was one of those times. She jerked and thrashed as my cock went into her over and over. I thought she would rip her own nipples and pussy lips off. It was clear that her movements were exaggerated. She was pulling against the ropes and twine herself, and through her efforts, they had loosened some. She felt the slack, and moved herself to regain the tightness and pulling at her most sensitive parts. I released her face and walked around behind her. Mom was panting, trying to catch her breath. I looked between her legs and saw something I had never noticed before. Her clit was rigid, engorged and standing straight out between her spread pussy lips. I grabbed her there between my finger and thumb and pinched hard. A bolt of pain shot through her that I could nearly feel. It was like a jolt of electricity, and this time, she did let out a scream. My hand was suddenly wet, and I realized she had actually squirted, probably for the first time in her life, cumming hard on my fingers. I let go and rubbed my fingers roughly over her clit, continuing her orgasm until it looked like her body was going to give out and her legs were going to turn to rubber. Somehow, using my own belt made things feel more personal. I doubled it over and stepped back. The first slap resounded through the room with a loud crack. Mom wasn't expecting it and let out another little scream. By now, her arms and wrists were burning, and her ass was catching up fast. I hit her again. Evolution She wasn't counting as I had trained her, and I made a mental note not to let this go unpunished. Still, I only gave her ten lashes, her reward for leaving my bed unmade. I was getting tired from the exertion, and I dropped the belt, suddenly realizing how tired I actually was. I still wanted release, and I grabbed her hot red ass as I shoved my cock into her. Her pussy was dripping and hot and I met no resistance as I shoved my cock fully into her. I held her ass and felt the walls of her pussy gripping my cock. It felt like warm velvet as I easily slid in and out of her. It was hard to imagine I had emerged, twenty five or so years before from this very opening. It seemed impossibly small to take anything larger than my cock, but I remembered watching as my sister, at my command, had shoved her entire hand up to the wrist in this very hole. I fucked my mother, in the same position but in different ways, over and over. I fucked her hard for a time, short hard strokes that banged us together. I could feel my heavy balls slap against her clit. For a while, I pulled all the way out and shoved all the way back in, feeling my cock part her wet lips over and over. I buried my cock in her, rotating my hips as though I was trying to widen her hole. I grabbed her wrists and forced them down as I exploded in her. I could feel her body tighten in pain and pleasure as I felt the cum leave my shaft, her nipples and pussy lips pulled to the limit. I stroked into her until I was completely spent, then began to untie the ropes around her wrists. When her arms and wrists were free, I released the twine. I expected her to rub the soreness from herself, but instead, she remained in place, untying her ankles, leaving my cock inside her. When her ankles were free, she turned and dropped to her knees. She slipped my limp cock into her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. She made no effort to remove the clips or the dildo in her ass. She looked funny with pieces of twine hanging everywhere and a rope wound around her waist. She kissed my cock and looked up at me. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Thank you." I went into the bedroom and flopped down on the unmade bed. I wasn't aware of anything after that. I may have turned on the television and gotten a drink of water, but I'm not even sure of that. It wasn't the wine or the intense sex. It was sheer exhaustion. It was a case of being asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke the next morning later than usual. I had been asleep for nearly nine hours, far more than my usual six or so. I am a creature of habit, and I realized something was different. Mom typically had her lips wrapped around my cock when I opened my eyes. It was because she looked at my clock. When I set my wake up call, she would begin to service me just in front of the alarm, sometimes turning it off, so that I would wake to a blow job rather than a beeping. This morning, I woke to the inviting smells of breakfast. It was understood that Sunday was my day. I could choose anything or nothing. I sat up and reached for the nightstand without looking. I smiled as my fingers closed around the coffee cup that I knew would be there for me. I wondered how many times it had dumped and refilled, to be hot and ready when I rose. I stabbed the remote to local news. I stretched, drank coffee and thought about some things. I was having some feelings over the past few months that were hard to reconcile. I hadn't dated since I moved in with mom. My life was consumed with work and being the master of the house. I spent some time with every woman every week. It wasn't always sex, and it wasn't always about our lifestyle of domination and submission. In addition, the women came to find that the two activities weren't necessarily combined. They were linked, but the process could go in any direction. In other words, I was the master, but that did not mean I would have sex with them during their sessions. It seemed as though dad was the same way. I had found something recently that clued me in to this. The females knew that at some point during their encounters, dad's cock might enter each and all of them, or just as likely, it might not. Being the favored one that would get his cum was the ideal to their experience. I changed this. I'm sure that getting my cock and cum was even a bigger deal to them now, since I orchestrated several events where my cock never left my pants. When they decided to test me and push my buttons, I made them fuck each other, something that I had never seen dad doing. I kept my sex as a reward for the right behavior. They caught on quickly. They were far more brutal to each other than I could ever be. This turned out well for me. I could be assertive in my role without the necessity of being sexually aggressive. The women knew, from history and instinct, not only what they responded to, but their limits, and they did their best to push those boundaries with each other. Something kept pulling at me, somewhere in the back of my mind, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was a nagging that was unrelenting. I tried, yet again, to push it to the back of my mind as I finished my cup and went to the bathroom to shower. I came out to have breakfast, chatting with my mother about random things. I liked looking at my mother. She was short with a great body. She walked several miles every day, and her legs and ass were tight and toned. She usually walked around in some sort of dress that she knew I liked to see her in, and one that had easy access to any part of her body. Today she wore one of my father's undershirts. Some people call it a 'wife beater', although I don't know why and have never liked the name. It was white and thin and fit her like a mini dress. I could easily see her dark nipples under the thin fabric, and I watched her c cup full breasts jiggle, shake and sway as she moved. Just from the rubbing against the shirt, her nipples were hard. She served me breakfast and coffee and asked if I would like jelly or if I would like her to suck my dick while I ate. She asked both questions in exactly the same way. I shook my head and thought about her questions for a minute. Would you like condiments and would you like sex? Exactly the same tone to the question. I figured out what had been nagging at my mind. There was no passion in my life. I had sex with no emotional connection. I had no one that I shared feelings of love and intimacy with. Don't get me wrong, I was surrounded by plenty of love, but it was a family love. We just shared a kinky component to Sunday dinner. I needed a girlfriend. This brought up a whole new and different set of questions and problems. I thought, for perhaps the 100th time, about Dana. She was beautiful and sexy and the kind of girl that made most men melt. Blonde, with green eyes and full lips. She was, to me, the whole package. She was smart and well spoken. She dressed well. She gave me signals that she wanted our relationship to develop on a more personal level. There was just one problem. She worked for me. I have a firm and strict rule that I don't play where I eat. As a result, I kept my distance. Despite my personal and professional reservations, I thought about her every day. I've seen and dated my share of women. Some would be considered far more lovely than Dana. Some had better bodies and knew just how to accentuate and flaunt their sexuality. Some had money and connections that would double my business. I avoided most entanglements until I was ready and had feelings for someone. There was another component to this. Dana gave me a look that said she knew. I am a careful person. I am aware of security. What she knew of my secrets, if indeed she did know, came from her observations of me. There were times when she looked at me with a crooked smile on her face, as though she could see into and through me, and knew every dark thing inside. Mom told me that she was going downstairs. I nodded, pondering the thoughts I was having. Mom told me that she was going downstairs. I was wrapping my mind around the realizations I just had about myself. Mom told me that she was going downstairs. It had pricked my mind twice before it registered. Being anything is a funny thing. No matter who or what you are, or how you describe yourself, someone will always be there to disagree. I am well aware of this, so I dismiss it and go on with my life. I first realized this when I wrote a story about myself, and how a book had affected me. I was pretty honest about my feelings about what I read and how it made me feel. I was told that I was wrong. I was describing my feelings and I was told that I was wrong. I still laugh about this. How someone can put a label on another is beyond the scope of my comprehension. We tend to choose putting someone in a predetermined category, rather than challenging and expanding our beliefs. If I must, I'd consider myself a master and a dominant, but this doesn't define who or what I am. I found that people have a preconceived idea of what these terms mean, and anything that doesn't match their criteria exactly must be wrong. In addition, these people have no problem expressing themselves to you directly. They will tell you, most times anonymously, that you are wrong. What you do, how you act and what you think do not match the actions of their definition. I sometimes let my mind slip into a mode that asks what the proper response might be from a proper master. Then I stop myself and do what feels natural and right to me. There mom's torture began. It was just a small thing. She told me that she was going downstairs. I wondered about how many of these little slips I had missed or ignored. She had been in this lifestyle for far long enough to know exactly what she was doing. She could have been challenging me or simply asking for attention. Either way, her actions demanded a swift and calculated response. The rules were set up by her and my father long before. You did not tell the master of the house anything. You asked for permission. You showed proper respect that you knew your place in the order of things. I knew I had to address this violation immediately, or I could be opening a door to chaos. I went to the closet and packed a box. It nagged at me that she had pulled this so soon after a session. Perhaps it was just a slip on her part, or perhaps something else. I decided that it didn't matter. I still had an obligation to fulfill my role. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw mom near the washer. I set the box down quietly and crossed the room. She heard nothing as I approached, my bare feet on the carpeted floor making no noise. She was naked, just about to change into shorts and a shirt, tennis shoes and socks for her daily walk. I snatched her up by the hair and propelled her backward toward the treadmill. I positioned her on the machine. "Don't move." She had what I thought was a look of bewilderment on her face. Maybe she didn't intend the violation. So much the better. I used leather to bind her wrists to the side rails. I put a ball gag in her mouth and pulled hard on her hair, until she was looking at the ceiling. I put my lips an inch from her ear. "You don't tell me you're going anywhere, slut. You ask my permission. Do you understand me, you little cunt?" Mom's eyes widened and she nodded furiously. I stepped in front of her and pinched each nipple hard, pulling it out. I slapped her tits and flicked her nipples until I thought they were as hard as they were going to get. Then I sucked on each hard, trying to make them a little harder and more sensitive. When they were sticking out to my satisfaction, I clipped a metal clip on each nipple. Mom gurgled in pain as each bit into her, but her eyes really responded when I attached a weight to each ring at the end of the clip. I pulled on them and slapped them to make sure they were securely fastened. When I was sure they were attached to my satisfaction, I stepped back. Mom was trying not to move. The slightest movement caused her tits to shake, and the weights to swing just enough to increase her pain. To make standing still a little more difficult, I made her step into a butterfly device. They go on like a pair of panties, but rather than going under and attaching at the back above the ass, the bottom looped around the top of each thigh. The top went around the waist normally, but rode very low. From any angle, the woman's pussy and ass could be entered unimpeded, but there was a device in the pseudo panties that was actually a vibrator. This part held firmly right on the clitoris. From the back, you saw just three thin straps. From the front, you saw the straps and a tiny triangle pressed in at the front of the slit. It wad a wireless remote with 3 speeds. I slapped the insides of her thighs to get her legs open wider. I attached a clip to each of her pussy lips. I put heavier weights on these, repeating my steps to make sure they were fastened properly. What could best be described as a gurgling wail came out from under the ball gag as I slapped and pulled on the clips. She jumped as the clips pulled on her pussy lips. I hit the dvd remote and removed her chosen destination for today, not bothering to look at it. I replaced it with a disc of herself and my sisters being tied down and brutally fucked. More noise came out from under the ball. I started the treadmill at a leisurely pace, letting her get used to the walk. She groaned and adjusted to walking with the clips pulling her pussy lips, getting her legs as far apart as possible. I stepped up and put my face very close to hers. "Do you think a half hour of this will remind you to speak to me with the proper respect?" Mom nodded furiously and this time, I could actually make out the gurgle under the ball gag. "I'm sorry." "Good. Then an hour should make sure you don't forget any time soon." Her eyes widened and she began to choke out a pleading cry. I slapped her face. "You invited this." As I turned, I hit the remote, making the vibrator buzz directly on her clit at the highest level. I called over my shoulder. "I'm sorry, sir. That would have been the right response." The last thing I heard, other that her sobbing cries and the noise from the television screen, was a set of little clanks. I realized that with every step, she was causing the weights hanging from her pussy to bang together. I smiled. My own little version of wind chimes. Upstairs, I called my older sister. Jenn sensed something and immediately asked what was wrong. "Nothing. I just need to talk to someone. Outside of all of this." My sweeping gesture went unseen, but I'm sure she felt it. Jenn was sharp, and grasped the meaning immediately. "I'll be back on Tuesday for you. If I'm not finished here, I'll fly back Wednesday morning." I assured her that this could wait, but she was adamant. She knew me well enough to judge for herself the intensity of my words. Besides, I never asked for anything from anyone. I was self sufficient. Just my call set her alarms off. My request, in her mind, made it urgent. I thanked her and hung up. There was no point in arguing the point. Once my big sister made a decision, she set a plan in motion that couldn't be changed or discussed. I knew her well. She was probably on the laptop right now making her plane reservations and calling her editor. I made some notes in my journal and got a drink. I decided to talk to the girls. I wanted some information that only they could give me. It was just shy of an hour when I made my way back downstairs. Even from a distance, I could see that my mother was drained. Her body had a shine I could see from across the room. Sweat had been pouring off of her. Drool was leaking from the sides of the ball gag, and her chest was heaving. Her tits were coated in sweat and drool when I turned the treadmill off. I could see that her legs were like rubber. She nearly collapsed. She was shaking all over, and I wondered how many orgasms she had endured. I turned off both the dvd player and the butterfly. Mom sank to her knees. I slipped off the ball gag. "Please, sir." She was gasping for air. "I'm sorry sir. Master. I'm sorry." The shaking continued. Her voice caught and she was choking back sobbing. "I... I'm sorry sir. I won't... I'm sorry. I..." I pulled her head back, again by her hair. I steeled myself and maintained my resolve. This was not my mother. This was my slave. I again put my face very close to hers and fixed my eyes on hers. I tapped her temple with my index finger. "Remember." I stood and untied her left wrist. "Now for your punishment." Her head snapped up as though I had slapped her. Shock and confusion came over her face. I could see the questions playing across her mind as clearly as if they were written on a blackboard in front of me. This wasn't the punishment? What was this? There is more coming? The dread fell over her face like a mask. "Make yourself presentable and be in front of me in exactly 20 minutes." I walked back upstairs, leaving her to untie herself and remove the clamps. I did not look back. I sat at the kitchen counter and considered a few things. I needed to figure out a few solutions to certain issues. In my present state, they were not the slaves. I was. I was expected to be available for their every desire and tantrum, giving each my undivided attention. I thought this was too much for any one person, and I wondered how my dad had managed it. Mom reported 19 minutes later, naked and clean, her head bowed. She stepped in front of me and dropped to her knees. She kissed my cock, then my balls, then my feet. Still staring at the floor, she said it again. "I'm very sorry sir. Please forgive me." I still wasn't convinced she was telling the truth. It might have been a lapse in judgement, but my instincts told me this wasn't the case. If she thought for a second that I wouldn't answer a challenge swiftly and severely, she was mistaken. I took hold of her hair and dragged her to the middle of the living room floor. She scrabbled along to keep from actually being dragged, and when her legs opened, I saw red welts on the insides of her thighs, no doubt the effects of the weights as she walked. I stopped in the middle of the room, letting her drop to the floor. "You will sleep here tonight." She said nothing. Her gaze was fixed on the stones that would be her bed. She waited patiently. Good girl. "You will not speak for the next 24 hours. Not a word, not a syllable, nothing. I do not want to hear your lying fucking mouth for a second." She lowered her head. "If you and those other sluts think I am someone you can control, you have made a grave error. Do not fuck with me. I will give you attention on my terms. If you have a problem with this arrangement, just say the word." Mom shook her head slightly. I smiled to myself, knowing I had been ready to threaten her with far more serious consequences. I would have went so far as to tell her I would sell her to a redneck to beat and fuck her as much as he wanted. I felt my response had been sufficient, judging solely from her reaction. Mom got on her knees, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her act of contrition. Her way of telling me to use her mouth to satisfy my desires. "Tasting my cock is a privilege. Having me enter you in any way is a privilege. My cum is a reward. You are entitled to nothing." She closed her mouth and looked down. "Make my lunch, slut. No clothes for you for the next 24 hours." I reached down and took her face, under the chin, raising her eyes to mine. I slapped her face. "You had better listen and get it right. I said to come to me in 20 minutes. Not 19, not 21. 20 minutes, and I specifically told you exactly. That was your test. How do you think you did?" Evolution "So why do you bother to come in here if you aren't having fun?" A female voice asked me. I looked over, this wisp of a girl wearing very little had parked herself on the bar stool next to me. One of the dancers, I realized. I had seen her up on the stage minutes earlier. I didn't pay any attention, even damn near naked there was nothing about her that interested me. I guess my mood was showing, it didn't help that I was on my 3rd whiskey and coke, or was it my 4th? Hell, I lost track and I didn't give a shit. "Go away!" I growled. "So, you are not only pouting, you are an asshole too?" She actually laughed. I didn't answer, I just tipped back my drink and signalled Sissy, the chubby bartender. She was already just waving the whiskey bottle over the top of the glass of soda, Sissy knew me pretty well. I figured she was trying to keep me sober, maybe hoping? Not fucking likely, not in my current mood. I had been in this dive quite a bit lately, and was doing a pretty fair job of making a bigger mess of my life. "I'm not pouting!" I finally told the skinny thing, since she sat there with an expectant look on her face. "Yes, you are. Either you got fired, your wife has been cheating on you or the only stock that went down today was yours." Another big grin crossed her face. "I don't have a wife." I muttered. That wasn't quite true, my wife Patty was somewhere with someone probably by now and it sure as hell wasn't me. "Stick around, I have to go to work but you look like you could use a friend." She got up and headed back stage. "It seems that Lee likes you, Danny." Sissy said, sliding another soda with whiskey fumes on top at me. "On me." She grinned, turning just the right amount so that I could see her left tit, sitting there on a shelf bra. All of it, too, Sissy did that constantly. Way back I got to see both of them, plus the rest of her since she sort of took me home and molested me. I was single back then and it was fun, we both knew it was just for kicks and that was it. Friends with benefits, I guess is the term. Sissy was one of those women who was happiest when a cock was all the way down her throat and I do mean all the way. Until you have had that done to you by a female that absolutely loves to do it, you just have not had sex. The skinny girl on stage was moving around with energy, all she had on was that wisp of cloth at her groin and some sparkly pasties. I tried to ignore her but those silly pasties had sparklies on them, they kept catching the light which drew my eyes. I could tell since she kept looking my way that she was trying to get my attention. The local government had rules, up on the stage they had to keep their nipples covered, behind the bar with a blouse and skirt on there was no such rule so the best show was sitting at the bar. Of course we could drive the few miles to outside the city limits, out there the dancers wore nothing, and spent most of the night with their legs spread as far as they would go. But those were much more rowdy joints, I didn't like them, too many guys. Bouncers in there, big ones. Let a fart slip and you could get thrown halfway across the parking lot. Even the cops rarely went out that far, it was safer in downtown with the muggers, rapists and drunks looking to get into a fight. Plus it was quieter in this dive, I could sit and drink. "Hey, wait for me!" I heard just as I was getting up to go try and drive home. I knew if I turned right and went down 12th street to Walker road, there was not much chance of seeing a cop. "What?" I asked, turning back. "You invited me to breakfast." The skinny thing was standing there. "No I didn't." "Yes, you did! You don't look that drunk to me." She slid her arm into mine, waved at Sissy who had a shit eating grin on her face, and tugged me towards the door. That is how I met Lee. There is no way in hell I would have ever paid any attention to her, but there was also no way in hell I could avoid talking to her. She just would not stand for being ignored. We talked, lord did we talk. Somehow I ended up telling her the whole fucking story, why I did I don't have an answer for. +++ Patty. I met her when she was a waitress, one of those watch her for days, finally getting up the courage to ask her out things. Later I realized there was no need to wait, if she liked a guy she would go out with them. As things turned out, she liked me best of all and we ended up an item. I am not sure of why on that, either. Maybe because I am one of those guys that not only will spend a solid hour with my nose and tongue down there, but I enjoy the hell out of doing that. Patty came home with me that very first date, we sat around in my living room kissing and feeling each other up. Then she hopped up, saying she needed to go freshen up. I heard my shower start, she was in there for a full 20 minutes. I took the opportunity to slip into my half bathroom and wash things up myself, since by then I was expecting to get some action. I went out and sat back down, then the shower shut off and she came out a few minutes later. Naked. OK, so that was to the point. Patty was very experienced, that was obvious. She knew exactly how to turn a man on, not that it took all that much work for me. Hell, I was barely 25, Patty was only 19. Where she learned it all I never knew and didn't ask. Sex back in the early 70's was kind of like a nice way to say hello or I like you. The fact that she had been around didn't bother me all that much, I had sort of been around myself. Patty did have one awesome talent, she knew how to make a man explode using her hands, now some might say any female knows by instinct how to do that. No, they don't! The vast majority can make the thing go off, sure they can. But the ones that can create a little orgasm, followed by a repeat, then another, then finally so huge a man's eyes fail them and they damn near pass out? That is rare, and I don't know how to explain it. Something about changes of pace, timing, a little squeeze at exactly the right second. I do know I loved that, and up until that very moment I had never experienced sex like that. So here I sat, still half drunk, trying to explain this to a woman I had barely met over burritos at 2:30 in the morning? +++ "So, go on. What happened?" Lee asked me. I realized I had fallen quiet, my thoughts drifting off to all that went on. "Sorry, I spaced out." "That's OK. Tell me more." Lee sipped her cup of hot Tea, smiled. I began again, explaining how Patty was kind of a social animal, she liked having friends around. There seemed to always be someone at our place, often parties and sometimes just one or two couples. One evening we were hitting the sauce pretty good, until everyone wandered off early since it was Wednesday and they had to work the next day. Bobby, a friend of mine stayed and so did Chuck, one of Patty's girlfriend's boy friend. Sara was the girlfriend's name, she was off somewhere out of town, lord knows doing what. The conversation got sexy and teasing, Patty was sitting there wearing a soft blouse and slacks, her usual around the house look. A natural redhead, she wore round wire frame glasses, freckles all over the place, and perpetual bumps in the front of her blouse since she didn't even own a bra. Bobby wisecracked that he wished Sara was around, he was in the mood for a hand job. Now Sara was Chuck's girlfriend, he shot right back that Bobby could just wish. We all chuckled at Bobby's teasing him. Then I shot my mouth off, telling them that Patty knew how to blow a man's mind using her hands. I guess I bragged a little bit. Chuck said that every woman on the planet knew how to do that, they were born knowing how. "Not like Patty can, she is so much better than anyone it's not even a comparison." I shot off my mouth some more. There were some more comments back and forth, until finally Bobby challenged me to prove it. "You asked for it!" I told him. I looked over at Patty, she grinned, then started laughing. Then she shot me a questioning look, realizing I was serious. I just shrugged, I didn't like Bobby challenging me very much. I half expected her to refuse but instead she got up. The next thing we knew, Patty was on her knees in front of Bobby's chair, his pants down around his ankles and his little 5" pecker sticking straight up. It didn't take her 2 minutes before she had Bobby shooting off, then his eyes widened as she kept right on and he stayed hard. Sure enough, she managed to get a second shot out of him before he went limp. "Jesus!" Bobby muttered. Patty got up and went into the kitchen, came back with a wet towel and cleaned Bobby up. Now Chuck and I sat there and watched that, Chuck's eyes were as big as silver dollars. "Man, you were right! I never got my nut twice like that before!" Bobby was tugging his pants back up when he said that. Then Chuck began asking Patty what it was that she did that was different. She told him that all she did was squeeze at the right instant to stop a boy from going off, then start again. That was the word she used, "boy." Next thing I knew, Patty was tugging at my pants so she could demonstrate on me. I didn't resist a lot, in seconds Patty was showing the two guys what she did and how she did it. Then Chuck undid his pants and pulled himself out. I looked, the thing was huge, hell, he had a good inch or two on me and I come in at a solid seven inches. I guess we were all lost in the drink and sexiness of the moment, Patty had one hand on me and the other one on Chuck. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bobby with his pants open again, furiously jerking on his little thing. This was getting out of hand but I didn't know what to say. Patty's mouth was hanging open, her eyes were closed and she was alternating the strokes. In a haze, I saw Chuck's hand slide down the front of her blouse, she tipped her head to put her cheek against his forearm but did nothing to stop him. Chuck was feeling up Patty's bare breast right in front of me! I felt myself go limp, and sat up. "Hey!" I said. Chuck looked at me and withdrew his hand, Patty let go, suddenly acting aware. That stopped all of that, the rest of the evening we all acted kind of sheepish. I was a little bit miffed at Patty, the next day I made a comment about her letting Chuck feel her up. "You started it! Besides, I had his fucking COCK in my hand and you didn't say anything. You acted like that was what you wanted!" She shot right back. OK. So she was right, I should have been slamming on the brakes way before things ever got to that point. I went over and hugged her, trying to ease things, in short order we were in the bedroom and I was doing my best to stake my claim on her being mine and all mine. +++ "Is that it?" Lee asked me, I guess I had fallen silent again. "No." I answered. "Well, go on then." I told Lee about Chuck, he never was one to keep his mouth shut and I guess he spilled the beans about that stupid incident to Sara. He was of a mind that it was funny, Sara didn't see it that way at all. Sara of course confronted Patty, they had quite a fight about Patty "fucking around with Chuck behind her back!" Which is exactly the way she put it. Of course that came right back to me, Patty and I had our own fight. Somehow in there I became the asshole, the instigator of the whole mess. For maybe two weeks things were a bit cold around our house, but then all of a sudden things were forgiven. We had makeup sex that really can't be described. Sara and Chuck showed up one evening acting like nothing had happened at all. I wasn't about to bring the sore subject up so I just went with the flow. Then they stayed the night in our spare bedroom. They had before of course, but just a couple of times. Sometime after midnight, I felt Patty slip out of bed, nothing unusual there. She often got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I felt her slide back into bed, then I felt her hand on me. That kind of thing makes me respond nicely. She was teasing, too, her hand going up and down on the shaft of my dick, not touching the head at all. In short order she went under the covers, I felt wet lips slide over me. Something was obviously different. I sat bolt upright. It was Sara! I knew it was because I reached out to touch what I couldn't see and my hand touched a breast that was way too large to be my wife. "What in the fuck?" I said loudly. "Shhhh! It's OK. Patty and I made up and we decided the best way to even things up was to swap." She said. It was so dark I could not make out her face, but she was close enough I could tell she had no clothes on. "Where is Patty?" I demanded. "She is with Chuck, relax. It's OK." Sara said. "No it isn't!" I got up and went down the hall, opened the door. There was a night light in there, bright enough that I could make them out. Patty on her back on the bed, her legs pulled way up high as Chuck pounded away at her. I hit the light switch, it took a couple of seconds for them to be able to see it was me standing there. Patty started to smile, then she realized I was not happy. "Danny! It's OK, you can be with Sara." I turned and went back to my bedroom, got out some clothes and dressed. Sara sat there on the bed looking at me, she had the covers tugged up over her lower body but her tits were bare. All three of them were standing on my porch yelling at me to stop as I drove down the driveway. Now I would give one hell of a lot of money for a picture of that, all three of them naked. I didn't even think of that back then. That was six weeks earlier. Patty and I had tried to talk, each time it ended with accusations, a big fight. Yea, partly my own fault, but I didn't actually fuck anybody and she did! By then I also had my suspicions that Patty and Chuck had done more than just the one time, things had looked too familiar that crazy night. +++ "So where is your head at now? What are you going to do?" Lee asked me. "I don't know, I guess we are going to get a divorce." "It kind of sounds to me like you two should have been talking before things got that far instead of dealing with it after." Lee said. "Yea, probably." It was like after I told her the story, there was nothing more to say. We sat and sipped our hot drinks quietly. "So? Would you like me to come home with you tonight?" Lee finally asked me. "Sure, I would." I guess I already figured things were heaed that way anyway. Otherwise, why would she be sitting there with me in the first place? "You know, you are the first one." She said with a smile. "What? You mean, you are a virgin?" "No, silly. I mean, since I started dancing." She laughed at that. Well, things were rather clear at that point. +++ Lee's body was completely different from Patty's, she was far more muscular, her breasts far smaller and very firm. Lee was also very eager, by the time we ended up in bed most of the booze I had drank had worn off, the Sun was already coming up. I woke up to her small hands fondling me, then she leaned over and put her mouth on me. Only the very end would fit but she did try. "You are kind of big." Lee grinned at me as she slid up my body, then slid back down with what would fit. Just as we were building, I heard a noise. With what was happening, that really did not register. The bedroom door swung open, I looked up. There stood Patty, Sara right behind her looking over her shoulder. Patty turned and walked out, pushing Sara back as she did. "Man, you are a fuckup, aren't you?" Sara said, then she left too. +++ Now, it is six months later, Patty I guess did not have a sense of humor about that, I know I didn't. I mean, I caught her cold fucking Chuck, why would she be pissed off at me fucking Lee? Those crazy hand jobs that night started things off, next was that situation of Patty fucking Chuck, no one said anything to me. I suppose they just assumed I would be up for that, the truth is that while Sara was certainly pretty, I didn't want to be with her. And I sure as hell didn't want my wife to be with anyone else. Lee? She is still here. She keeps a perfect house. She is a wonderful bed partner. That day that Patty surprised us, we were still married but it was over as far as I was concerned. I tell myself that, anyway. That sure as hell is over now, though. A couple of weeks after Lee sort of moved in with me, and she went on with her job. I went a few times to watch her dance, at first it didn't bother me, it wasn't until later that it began to. The agency she worked for booked her into that place way out on the highway called the Apollo club, some of you might know of it? Yea, full nude. Lee left for her gig that afternoon, she was on the 3 until 6 shift. I got off work at 5, went over there. Lee was on stage when I got there, naked. She didn't see me, she was walking more than dancing, and she wasn't opening her legs very much. She also didn't look very happy. I stood and watched for about 10 seconds, then I walked up to the stage and told her to go get dressed. "What's going on?" She asked. "I am taking you home, you just quit." I said. Lee grinned and reached out to hug me but of course we couldn't do that, they had bouncers in there the size of freight trains. Then she turned and almost ran back stage. We got out of there alive, barely. The manager was really pissed off, yelling something about her never working in this town again. Well, I already planned on that. One of his goons followed us all the way to my car, I could tell he had it in his head to do something. I turned and opened my jacket, he saw the little .38 I keep in a holster. Yea, I have one of those permits. The guy decided to go back inside the club. Sometimes I think about Patty and her one amazing talent. She could do a hand job that is probably worth a fortune, nobody else has ever come even close. Well. Lee has, I have been training her. At the same time, she has been training me. That's actually a lot of fun. I also heard through the grapevine that Patty and Chuck are an item now? That one made me stop and think a little bit. Then I realized I didn't give a shit. Evolution and Adoration Pelaam© January 2010 Pushing the weighted barbell up and down, Jaydon lost himself in the almost hypnotic rhythm of the repetitions. It was not particularly heavily weighted as he did not have a gym-buddy with him on this occasion. Pumping heavy weights without a companion was strictly prohibited. He could feel the air conditioning blowing cool air over his heated skin and the beads of sweat that glistened in his dusting of dark chest hair. It had caused his nipples to peak proudly. They were clearly visible, their mocha brown colouring quite distinct through the flimsy material of the white vest he wore. He was happy to work out alone. These days he found crowds gave him a headache. His stint at the Base was up in another few weeks. Jaydon loved Takuskan and liked and respected Colonel Belden. However, on this posting, trouble had taken the form of Sergeant Decker and Privates Harris and Kevork. Despite his rank as Captain, Decker, Harris and Kevork made his life difficult and uncomfortable at every possible opportunity. They had the same narrow mindedness over sexuality as they did about other things, calling the Takuskan denizens jellies or spooks. There was no place in the modern world for such barbaric phobias, but regrettably, it still existed in small pockets. Although any discrimination or harassment, sexual or otherwise, was a serious offence, the Army still preferred not to openly admit it harboured any such prejudices. While he would have Colonel Belden's support now, Jaydon would be unsupported once off Base. Better to ignore the bigotry and focus on his future. Just a few more weeks at Base, and less than a year on his compulsory Army contract and he would be free. Stopping his weights, Jaydon eased from the bench and stretched to his full six feet before commencing his cool-down regime. He glanced at himself in the nearby mirror. He still had a few years before he hit forty. Jaydon began stretching, pleased at the strength and suppleness of his body. His dark body hair peeked over the curve of his singlet and down his well-developed legs. His arms were more lightly furred, but had the same solid musculature. Jaydon knew that he was attractive to both sexes and it was not out of pride. He worked hard to remain fit, healthy and looking good. He peered into the mirror. His olive-toned skin glowed with health, his body was toned and well-proportioned and his hair raven-black. The Latino eyes looking back at him never failed to turn heads, the men he had dated always said his lush chocolate eyes were the first thing they had noticed. However, despite maintaining his physique and his looks, he was still without a loving partner. Army life did not facilitate deep, meaningful relationships. Jaydon would complete his year's service and then put his skills in engineering to use in the outside world. Then perhaps he would find that special someone with whom he could settle down; staying in one place, putting down roots, he wanted a good, solid home life. He headed towards the showers, humming softly, only to be confronted with Sergeant Decker and his cohorts Harris and Kevork. Smirking, they lounged in the doorway to the showers, blocking his way. "If you're not using the showers get out of the way, Sergeant," Jaydon ordered, his voice clipped and professional. "Had a good workout with your right hand, Captain Jaydon?" Decker taunted. "If you'd asked we could have given you some real exercise. Rode you hard and lathered you good." "If you persist in this behaviour I will file a formal sexual harassment charge with Colonel Belden," Jaydon growled from between gritted teeth. He tensed; ready for a more physical assault should they want more than to just verbally taunt him. He ignored the niggling pain at the base of his skull. It seemed to be worse when he was facing such hostility and he had no time for stress-induced migraines. "Sure you will," Harris laughed. "Do you just suck him or does he get a piece of that tight ass?" Decker sneered. "Can't tell us that something like you goes without all the time you're on Base." "What I do is none of your business. Now get out before I put you on charges," he snarled. All three men laughed and Jaydon found his headache beginning to pound. "Let's go, men," Decker said smirking. "Looks like the Captain needs privacy to get prettied up." His rank always sounded like an insult from Decker's lips, but if it meant the men were moving on, Jaydon did not care. The Base was expecting a visit from two Colonels of the Takuskan who were undertaking a periodical check. Since the Base was on their territory, they were able to make spot checks whenever they wanted. Jaydon was looking forward to them coming, enjoying the cultural exchange. They would be at the Base within the next seventy-two hours and he had a myriad of things to ensure were prepared. He did not have time to deal with people like Decker The three men parted, still laughing, as Jaydon pressed past. He felt unwelcome and unwanted hands slide across his groin and buttocks as the three men crowded him. Then they were gone, coarse laughter and more crude remarks in their wake. It left Jaydon drained and trembling in the aftermath. His head ached and he headed gratefully to the shower. The hot water sluicing over his body helped relax him and the pain abated once more. Colonel Belden knew of the headaches and of the harassment, but respected Jaydon's decision not to take things further. He was so close to completing his tour and his time in the Army Jaydon did not want to have to go through everything that raising charges would bring. Instead he focused on the visit they were having and what he still needed to prepare. **** The day was as hot and humid as the one before had been and as the one yet to come would be. It was a constant part of life at the Base. Jaydon had completed a last circuit, ensuring nothing was out of place. There was just one dark cloud on his horizon, but it was a big one. Colonel Belden had been called away at short notice due to a family situation and Colonel Gethin had replaced him. Gethin was a complete antithesis to Belden. Old school, old ways, old prejudices. Jaydon had felt a distinct sinking sensation on seeing Decker's face light up as Gethin sauntered towards his temporary office. The older man's reputation preceded him. Old friends in high places were the reason many believed he had not been politely retired. Jaydon had watched the Sergeant follow the Officer inside his office and he had seen them come out together, camaraderie evident. He was just thankful that it was only likely to be a week or so that the temporary Commander would be in charge. Gethin had already made Jaydon redo a lot of work that the younger man knew was complete and correct. **** Two Takuskan Colonels arrived and were escorted by Gethin from his office to where the body of personnel that manned the base had been lined up by Jaydon. He was irrationally pleased to find that one indeed was Colonel Achaana. Jaydon maintained his professional demeanour even though his stomach roiled. The male was every bit as attractive as Jaydon remembered. Takuskan were eerily similar to Earth's ancient Egyptians. The two men before Jaydon each wore a simple kilt in white made of a similar material to linen. Colourful red sashes wrapped around their waists to drape at the front of the kilt. The red was the same colour as the three feathers in their respective headdresses. Red feathers were the symbol of their rank. Takuskan soldiers wore green feathers and sashes, captains wore blue, Colonels red and Generals gold. Their almond-shaped eyes were ringed with a dark kohl-like substance. They were completely hairless and Jaydon knew that, from a Takuskan perspective, hair was deemed to be a sign of inferior intelligence. Jaydon also noticed that while Achaana's smooth, translucent-skinned chest was naked, his companion wore a breastplate. A halter-neck fastening along with straps buckled around his back held it in place. Both men wore decorative bangles on the biceps of their lower arms, but neither wore anything on their upper or true arms. The shifting colours along their abdominal region were currently light purple, an indication of serenity. The colour would shift into redder tones if a Takuskan was agitated in any way and richer purple tones when happy. In Takuskan society, politeness and decorum were highly valued and they were a highly private people. Little was still known about them despite the alliance that had been in place for many years. When Earth had taken its first stumbling steps into the vastness of space, the Takuskan had been there to catch them. Jaydon knew that some Takuskan still believed humankind little more than primitives and that too much time and energy was wasted on a people that harboured prejudices amongst its own kind. However his Base, and the couple of others permitted on Takuskan soil, was a good way to ensure a steady cultural exchange. Colonel Gethin led the two men towards Jaydon who could see that the older man was clearly displeased. He observed that both Takuskan had their true arms clasped at the wrists behind their backs. Jaydon could well imagine that Gethin had not taken well to the fact that, unless you were a family member or a particularly valued friend, a Takuskan would only touch you with their lower hands and even then it would be a fleeting touch. He stood smartly to attention as the men reached him. "Captain Jaydon, this is Colonel Achaana and Colonel Kangi," Gethin barked. "It will be your responsibility to show the Officers around the Base and ensure they are offered hospitality during their stay." Jaydon was certain he could sense the relief from the older man to be rid of the visitors. The Colonel had also made it clear to Jaydon that any criticisms that the Takuskan made of the Base would be on his shoulders. "Life, prosperity and health to you," Jaydon intoned as he crossed his arms across his chest so that each hand touched the opposite shoulder and then bowed. "And to you," both Takuskan responded duplicating the gesture using both sets of arms. As Jaydon rose, he caught a glimpse of the sneer on Gethin's face. It did not surprise the younger man that the Colonel had ignored all Takuskan codes of conduct and opted to use only human greetings. However, the smiles on both Takuskan faces as the other men looked at him helped reassure Jaydon that they would not hold any of Gethin's poor manners against him. **** The visit had gone well. The Takuskan had been pleased to find that the Base had not encroached on any additional land, the number of personnel and items on the base were itemised clearly, and within accepted parameters, and that effectively, all was as it should be. Kangi had left at the start of the second day when it had become apparent to the Takuskan that all was in order at the base. Jaydon had been more than happy to spend some time alone with Achaana. "I will be taking a sauna before the evening meal," Achaana informed the attractive young human. "I would be honoured if you would join me." "I would be honoured," Jaydon replied, aiming to keep his voice neutral. Honoured? He would be elated. It was not as though anything untoward would happen. Takuskan were known not to have sexual relationships outside of marriage. However, the opportunity to spend undisturbed and private time with Achaana, at the Takuskan's own invitation, had Jaydon hopeful that the bigger male might seek further meetings between them. Mixed relationships were not unknown nor were they discouraged. Takuskan were more concerned with what was on the inside not externals. As Jaydon entered the sauna, Achaana was already inside...and naked. Takuskan were descended from an amphibious ancestry. As such they had no nipples and male genitalia were safely ensconced within a genital slit. Takuskan females were distinguishable by their smaller stature and lack of small multi-coloured frill that the males had down their backs. Jaydon had left his shorts and singlet in the dressing room but was not prepared for the wave of arousal that swept through him as Achaana turned to greet him. As politely as possible Jaydon completed the greeting and tried to sit and hide his burgeoning erection. Although the steamy atmosphere had swirling mists around them, the heat that Jaydon felt seemed all internal. His wayward shaft insisted on remaining half-hard despite all Jaydon's attempts at willing it into quiescence. Despite his libido, Jaydon was enjoying the time and conversation with the Takuskan. He nodded as Achaana added more water to the heat source to send another wave of steam. As Achaana turned back to Jaydon, his lower hand touched Jaydon's arm. It was as if a jolt of pure sexual energy had centred in Jaydon's groin. He swelled to full hardness instantly, the erect flesh obvious to the Takuskan's eyes. "Sorry, I'm not...it's not..." Jaydon was as embarrassed as he was aroused. He could not make himself talk sense as his blood seemed to rush to his groin leaving nothing for higher reasoning. He gave a startled squawk as Achaana's hand inadvertently brushed over his erection as Jaydon sought to stand and withdraw. He could hear the other man speaking but was too preoccupied with getting away before he embarrassed himself further. His cock was throbbing with incipient release and Jaydon rushed from the sauna. He snatched up a towel on his way to wrap around him, but as he barrelled outside he was still battling to secure it with shaky hands. He did not see the malicious eyes that took in his nakedness and state of arousal. Nor did he see Achaana appear in the doorway, the Takuskan's agitation evident from the swirling reds around his abdomen. Achaana retreated back into the sauna and donned his kilt. He had been attracted to the young human and had hoped to engage in conversation as a precursor to requesting Jaydon's company outside of their respective workplaces. The human's sexual reaction to him had surprised Achaana and clearly upset Jaydon. He was unsure whether it was due to the circumstances or perhaps his being male. He made a quick decision. Although a part of him was unsettled by his actions, he chose to leave without speaking directly to the young human. He would wait a day or so and then contact Jaydon. It was obvious that the human was highly embarrassed by his reactions and Achaana argued with himself that this would give Jaydon time to compose himself. It would also give Achaana time to decide whether his attraction to the human was something that went deep enough to pursue beyond friendship. As he left the Base, having made his farewells to Gethin but saying nothing to him about Jaydon, Achaana could not shake off the feeling that he was making a terrible mistake. **** Jaydon could feel the aura of menace in the room even as Harris and Kevork moved in behind him. Colonel Gethin and Sergeant Decker were smiling maliciously. Instantly he began to feel headachy. He had been summoned from his room in terms that left him with no doubt that he was in some kind of trouble with the Colonel. "Colonel Achaana has left following an incident in the sauna," Colonel Gethin sneered. "Sergeant Decker saw what happened. An unwanted sexual advance towards the Colonel. By you." "That's not true," Jaydon blazed angrily. "Decker was not present..." "Are you going to try and deny you left the sauna sexually aroused?" Jaydon stared, his mouth refusing to work, the niggling pain in his head suddenly expanding. "You were seen leaving the sauna, clearly sexually aroused. The Colonel left minutes after you, his body patterning showing he was distressed and he left the Base thereafter. He might be generous enough not to raise charges of sexual impropriety, but I think it merits punishment. I'm not letting some filthy fag bring down the reputation of a place where I'm in charge. Of course, I could always contact their Base direct and discuss the situation with their Commander, but I prefer to be seen as a man of action." In fact the Takuskan had made no such reference to the sauna. He had simply said the review was complete and saw no need to remain overnight. It had been Decker that had seen Jaydon leave the sauna aroused and reported it to him. He could not have cared less whether the jelly was distressed or otherwise. This was all Gethin needed to teach the fag a lesson he would never forget. "One week's solitary confinement is my decision. Let's take him now, men." Jaydon was too shocked to even put up a token defence. His mind was in turmoil and his headache so debilitating he was almost glad he could spend time alone. There was no one to witness his manhandling as he was dragged to the solitary confinement cell and its outer office. He was shoved into the room that would house a guard if the cell was occupied and staggered onto his knees. "Strip and search him, boys." At the words, Jaydon tried to resist, however, he was no match for four men. Blows to his kidneys and abdomen, as well as his groin, quickly disabled him. Coarse laughter and comments accompanied his uniform being almost torn from his body. He grunted uselessly as the Colonel shoved a wad of material, forming a crude gag, past his lips. He was pushed face down over the table with Harris and Kevork shoving his arms high up his back to hold him in place. The Colonel ensured Jaydon could see Sergeant pulling on latex gloves and lubricating them. "Need to make sure you're not hiding anything from us, Captain," he leered. Lust, arousal, scorn, derision, hate and debauched desire surrounded Jaydon. Even as he was reeling from the mental bombardment, he felt his cheeks gripped hard and forced apart. With a groan of shame and pain he felt Harris's fingers shove roughly inside him. They delved and probed until his body jerked as they pressed his prostate. Laughter rang in Jaydon's ears as the stimulation was repeated again and again. A rough hand felt for his unresponsive genitals, pulling and squeezing and anger and frustration added to the emotional miasma as Jaydon's body refused to respond. "Looks like the pervert only gets hard for jellies, boys," Colonel rasped as the flesh in his hand remained flaccid. Jaydon was pulled upright and rammed against the wall, Harris and Kevork keeping his arms pinioned as Colonel grasped his chin in one hand and his balls in the other. "Tonight's not the night, but before you get out of solitary we're going to teach you what having sex with a real man is like, Captain." The title was spat in Jaydon's face and the lust from the Colonel and Sergeant was so thick, he was sure he would choke. His scream was muted by his makeshift gag as the Colonel squeezed his balls hard. He was then bundled towards the cell and thrown inside. Knowing the threat had been all-too real, Jaydon scrambled clumsily to wedge himself between the toilet and wall, grabbing a blanket off the bed to wrap around himself. He pulled the gag out, gripping it tightly, and dropped his head onto his knees. The pain in his body was equalled, if not exceeded, by the pain in his head. He was surprised to find that his mind conjured up a picture of Achaana smiling which seemed to help. Unfortunately, as the Takuskan male did not know of his incarceration or treatment, he would not be able to help. **** General Nataani looked up at the agitated male before him. He could see the shifting colours which showed Achaana's high level of distress. "You have been increasingly disturbed since your early return from the human Base, Achaana," he said, indicating the other male should sit. "Will you now explain all to me?" "I believe I made a mistake, le mita Dasan," Achaana said to his superior. "I have come to the notion that Jaydon may be a latent empath newly emerging. I think that his sexual reaction may have been, in part, induced by his unknowingly picking up my attraction for him. My ce remained hidden from sight, although the sight of him naked and his proximity did excite me. I was wrong to leave without speaking to him again. I neither liked nor trusted his Colonel. I felt his dislike of us and of Jaydon. I feel...something...like a...a darkness. I fear for Jaydon, Dasan Nataani. I want to get him and bring him here." Evolution and Adoration "Do you believe he would come willingly?" "I think he would, but that it would be opposed by Colonel Gethin. I hoped you might cite that we wish to take charge as the incident involved a Takuskan and, technically, was on Takuskan soil. It is our concern and we can therefore demand he is released into our custody." "It has played on your mind," the Dasan observed. He knew Achaana intimately. Such behaviour was out of character for the well-disciplined Takuskan. He trusted his instincts. "I will give you and Kangi time to be approaching the Base and then call Gethin. If anything has befallen the young human it will not give them time to disguise it. If Gethin prevaricates I will threaten him with instant closure and eviction of the base and its personnel. Contact me when Kangi and you are ready to leave our Base." "Pila mita, Dasan Nataani," Achaana murmured his thanks before rising and crossing both sets of arms across his body and bowing to his General. He headed out to find Kangi. Nataani watched and then flicked a switch on his desk communicator. "Secure line," he said in response to the enquiry. If Achaana was right about Gethin, then Nataani wanted to know all he could about a man that could prove to be an adversary. **** Kangi glanced across to his companion. Achaana's concern was communicating itself so well that the Takuskan knew that beneath his breastplate his skin would also have shifting reds. "You are very sure, le mita kola," Kangi observed. He did not remember seeing his friend so agitated before. "It feels worse as we get closer," Achaana muttered. "It is though he is surrounded by thick darkness. I hoped I might penetrate it." "Perhaps when he can see you?" ventured Kangi. His empathy was just first level. He could not sense what Achaana could. "If he is but a fledgling, he will not know how to use his gift." Achaana gave a distracted nod. That could be true and it gave him hope. Because if the human's mind was truly as closed as it felt at that moment, he seriously feared for Jaydon's mental health. **** At the sound of the lock being released, Jaydon eased to his feet. He knew that delicate internal tissue had been damaged during his assault as well as bruising to his body. In addition, he had only been given water during his incarceration so he felt slightly light-headed. He was sure he had been in the cell around two days given the stubble that darkened his cheeks and chin. In that time he had neither seen nor spoken to anyone. However, he believed the threat of rape was very real and the only respite he got from his headaches was to try and sleep as often as possible or keep his mind purposely blank. "Get these on quick," Decker rasped, throwing a singlet and shorts to Jaydon. "You're going to appear before the Colonel." Waiting till the other man had gone, Jaydon dressed rapidly. There was something more going on than just appearing before Gethin. For the first time since the nightmare began, Jaydon could feel his headache abating, without recourse to sleep or blanking his mind. He could feel something...warm, friendly, encouraging...and it gave him hope. The door opened and Decker and Kevork were waiting. Purposely avoiding looking directly at either man, Jaydon strode forward. He also refused to let his assailants see he was hurt, forcing himself to march towards Gethin's office despite the pains in his body. As he entered the building, he could not disguise a mixture of surprise and relief. The one emotion he understood, but he could not explain why the sight of Achaana made him feel instantly better. "Dho!" The expletive was a whispered breath from Achaana as he saw the young human. He could feel a maelstrom of emotions barely beneath the surface; hurt, humiliation, fear, anger, relief, hope. He could also see the physical signs of Jaydon's distress; eyes that no longer sparkled, shadows that bruised the delicate skin beneath them, hands clenched into fists at his side with such intensity that the knuckles were white. He did not know what the human had suffered, but he made a mental vow that he was not leaving the Base without Jaydon, irrespective of what the human Colonel might say. "Dasan Nataani contacted me to ensure that Colonel Achaana was able to speak with you, Captain Jaydon," Gethin said, his voice a barely disguised sneer. "I have already informed the Colonel that we are dealing with things in-house and there is no need for Takuskan involvement." "I made no complaint to you, Colonel Gethin," Achaana growled, "and so I see no cause for you to be involved. What transpired was private and personal. It is I who is at fault for failing to resolve the issue at the time with Captain Jaydon. I have come to remedy that inaction and it is something to be done at our Base." Jaydon knew he was staring at the Takuskan, but could not help himself. Achaana had not filed a charge. Gethin had lied. Whatever might occur at the Takuskan's Base, Jaydon was sure it would not include being beaten or raped. "Captain Jaydon is under my command," Gethin said, rising to glower at the Takuskan. "I decide whether he has anything to answer for and he reports to me." "Not when it is between him and a Takuskan and on Takuskan soil," Achaana retorted, his voice low and deadly. A whispered word and Kangi moved smoothly to block Gethin's view as Achaana turned to Jaydon. Using his true hand, he placed it deliberately on the human's shoulder. He knew Jaydon would recognise it as an intimate gesture and so hoped the human would infer that he could trust Achaana. "Please, le mita kola, my friend, come back to my Base. Let me put things right." The intimacy of the gesture was not wasted on Jaydon and he realised that there was a lot more going on than he was aware of. He had no desire to remain on his own Base. He believed he would be safer with the Takuskan. He hoped that if he could stay with them until Colonel Belden returned things would be sorted swiftly. "If you leave this office, Captain, I will add insubordination, failure to obey a direct command to remain here under my jurisdiction and absence without leave to your existing charge," Gethin barked angrily. "I choose to accompany Colonel Achaana to his Base, Sir," Jaydon said, his eyes never leaving Achaana's face. "You'll regret that choice," Gethin snarled, his face contorted with fury. "I think not," Achaana countered. He urged Jaydon around, aware that the human's strength was rapidly fading. As unobtrusively as possible he slid a lower arm to encircle Jaydon's waist and help support the other man. "Just a little further, le mita kola," he whispered. It was with undisguised relief that Achaana ushered Jaydon safely in the back of the vehicle and slid in beside him. He heard Kangi give the order to the driver and they sped away from Gethin's office. Achaana did not relax until they had passed through the Base's nominal barriers. He could feel the tremors that shook Jaydon's frame and every protective instinct screamed at him to do something to bring comfort to the human. He knew there was one thing he could do that he was certain the human would understand and appreciate. Gently, he urged Jaydon to lean against him, wrapping his arms around the shivering male to hold him tightly to his body. It took a moment or two before he felt the human go lax, the recent strain clearly too much for him. "He has been badly hurt," Kangi observed. 'Even I was able to experience his pain." "I will take him directly to the medical facility," Achaana stated, absently stroking the bare skin of Jaydon's arm. I would be grateful if you could inform Dasan Nataani of what I have done and why." "Of course," Kangi readily agreed. Even to his limited empathic abilities, Jaydon clearly needed medical help. **** "How is he, Helki?" Nataani enquired of his senior medic as he looked down at the sleeping human. Jaydon was on a bed with a light, gauzy cover across his hips and thighs. It seemed strange to the Takuskan that a bed-ridden patient should have their body covered when in a medical facility. However Achaana had insisted that it was what the human would want. Despite the covering, the thick fur at Jaydon's groin was clearly evident, but his sex was obscured. Achaana had also insisted on the bizarre ritual of 'shaving', therefore Jaydon's face was free of stubbly fur. "He is improving physically," Helki replied, letting the fingers of his right true hand caress the brow of the sleeping mammal. "I will know more of his mental state when I take him off sedation. Achaana has insisted on being present." "Perhaps Achaana wishes to do too much," Nataani murmured. "I think it will help, Dasan Nataani," Helki replied, using his commander's title to ensure the other Takuskan understood it was his medical opinion not just a personal one. "Achaana is known and trusted by the human, which is something Jaydon will need when he awakes." "None other than ourselves, Kangi and Achaana know of what you read in Jaydon's mind about his...assault?" "Only my nurse who wrote down my findings," Helki replied. "I believe she can be trusted. She has no empathic powers. She cannot feel any of Jaydon's emotions." "It took a combined effort from myself and Kangi to prevent Achaana returning to the human Base and ripping out Gethin's spine," Nataani said, his tone conversational. "He seems quite fond of the human," Helki nodded. "He is hoping he can shield Jaydon's mind until he can teach the human basic shielding." "And of course that means remaining close to him," Nataani added. He let his own true hand briefly touch Jaydon's smooth cheek. "The human is quite fond of Achaana," Helki murmured as he began to walk away. "That I did not reveal to my nurse." At the unexpected revelation, Nataani stared down at the young human. Perhaps good might yet come of evil intent, he mused silently. He knew that Helki had made a disc which detailed Jaydon's injuries and the fact they were not accidental. It was in preparation for the human's eventual return to his Base. Jaydon could not forcibly be removed from Takuskan care, but Nataani had received notification that the human was deemed absent without leave and would be arrested should he return. He hoped that, with Achaana's encouragement, Jaydon would verbally agree to the events Helki had read in his mind. The disc would be crucial to Jaydon's defence. On Takuskan, Helki's findings would be deliberated by a group of empaths of equal or greater power and it would be impossible to deceive them. Regretably, Earth was not so advanced. **** Waking up was not the tortuous event Jaydon had expected. There was no headache and he was not on the uncomfortable cot in solitary confinement. His eyes flew open immediately as the memory of Achaana coming to his rescue surfaced. "Gently, le mita kola, take things slowly." The voice was instantly recognised as Achaana's, but Jaydon could not look at him as his movement had created a wave of dizziness and his eyes had closed once more. He felt a glass at his lips and sipped the cold, sweet liquid offered. The second attempt at opening his eyes was met with much more success. Achaana's smiling, but somewhat anxious, face hovered over him and he was peripherally aware of others standing at a polite distance. "How long?" he asked, looking into Achaana's tawny eyes. "You have been here less than a day and a half," Achaana supplied. "Chief Medic Helki has been in charge of your care." At the mention of his name the older Takuskan stepped forward, crossed his arms across his chest and gave a slight bow to his patient. "You are healing very well, Captain Jaydon," he said softly. "Mostly your injuries were bruising, although there were others..." "I wasn't raped," Jaydon said emphatically. Avoiding that threat had become the most important thing in his cell. Despite what Decker had done, it was still not rape as far as Jaydon was concerned. "I have documented your injuries and the events surrounding them," Helki said, keeping his voice calm and low. "How?" husked Jaydon. "I am a Grade Six empath. It is my duty as a physician to heal my patients, physically and mentally. No one other than those in this room is aware of what befell you. I have transcribed your injuries and your memories onto a medical disc for you to take with you when you are fit enough to return to your Base. I cannot give you a time for that, as there is more than just your physical injury to deal with." Helki nodded at Achaana. He thought the rest would come better from the man Jaydon trusted. "You are a fledgling empath, my friend," Achaana said quietly. "That is why the...ordeal...was so difficult for you. You could not protect your mind from the hostile emotions. I would like to offer myself to help shield you until such time as you can more adequately protect yourself." "An empath," Jaydon said, shaking his head. The ability was considered a step forward for humanity. It was still a rare gift on Earth. Its negative side was the difficulty in shielding oneself from other's emotions. In many cases an empath needed another, sometimes another empath themselves, who remained at their side helping deflect unwanted emotions. "My headaches?" he asked looking to Achaana for verification. "The first signs," Achaana nodded. "You do not have one now?" he asked. "No," Jaydon replied. "Are you...doing something?" he was unsure how to phrase what he wanted to ask. "I am focusing on you to shield you, although there would not be destructive feelings here. We Takuskan are careful to keep our emotions under control. You would be happy for me to continue? It will mean we will spend much time together, but I would not seek to intrude." "No, I don't mind. I would like you to help." In truth Jaydon did not mind at all. He wanted time with the Takuskan. Perhaps there was yet hope for them to be more than friends. "I would prefer that you spend another night here in the med lab," Helki said. "I want to ensure you cope well enough to be permitted to leave. Achaana will be close by and visit you often." "I will come hourly," Achaana said, laying his right true hand on Jaydon's bare upper arm. It was an intimate gesture, but he wanted those around to know how special this human was to him. "Thank you," Jaydon whispered. The gesture, even more than the words, gave him a warm feeling. He just hoped that the taint from the attack would not go against him. **** Pronounced fit, Jaydon had been permitted to dress. He happily wore the Takuskan kilt, a multi-coloured sash around his waist and an ornate cross-band that bisected his breasts, given to him by Achaana, completing his attire. He was then taken to the residence of Nataani and his wife Haloma. He was surprised to find that Achaana had rooms there. He also had to learn the residence etiquette. "You didn't warn me you housed with your Colonel," Jaydon said, giving a baleful glare to his friend. "I gave no thought," Achaana laughed. "You are welcome here and the rules are very simple, le mita kola," Achaana assured. "Nataani and Haloma have the rooms on the right of the house. You must not enter any of them without direct invitation. I have rooms on the left where there is also a spare room for a guest. That will be yours for as long as you stay. Bathrooms are upstairs and you are free to enter any that are not already occupied. All of the downstairs is communal and the kitchen is at the back." "I think I have it," Jaydon said, rubbing at his temple. The Takuskan nurse had been a little less than friendly and, as Achaana had not been there, he still suffered a slight headache from her disapproval. Jealousy had stabbed hard and deep into his unprotected mind before being smothered as Helki had made an appearance. He glanced appreciatively around. He stood in a large open space, like a courtyard, the floor hard and cool as if made of marble. A large tree with a double trunk was in the centre with seating around it. Ahead of him was a stairway and to its right an archway with a trellis of dark red blooms led to the communal rooms Achaana had mentioned. The room he would have was to the left of the courtyard, accessible through a wooden door and Nataani's rooms were accessed through a similar door on the right. His was a large airy room. There was a wardrobe in which Achaana had placed additional kilts and sashes, a table and chair in front of a floor to ceiling window overlooking luxuriant gardens and a large bed. As with all Takuskan beds it had a water mattress on the base and gauzy curtains around its four posters. There had been no pillow or sheets. As he had been presented with a pillow by Achaana, with a grin and a flourish, the theatrical gesture had helped him to relax. "I think you need some peace and tranquillity," Achaana said, taking hold of Jaydon's bicep with a true hand. "I know just the place." **** Jaydon gave a gasp at the beauty of the lagoon. The twilight sky was adorned with the greater and lesser moons, Muraco and Nikiq, each casting their own larger and smaller silver trails across the midnight blue waters. The thick vines that entwined around the tall, slender trees had large, deep purple blooms whose perfume was reminiscent of a mix of lily and rose. He reached to touch a petal that was as large as his hand. It felt like velvet and he smiled. Then he turned to stare out at the expanse of dark water. "It's so beautiful and serene," he whispered, almost afraid to disturb the fragility of the silence. "This is both the most beautiful and most dangerous of the nearby lagoons because of its vast size and depth," Achaana murmured. He was standing close enough to feel the heat of the human's body. He was very pleased that Jaydon had accepted him within his personal space so quickly. It boded well, in Achaana's mind, in regards to their eventual move to a more intimate relationship. "Dangerous?" queried Jaydon. He turned slightly, surprised to find how close Achaana was. A frisson thrilled his body. Perhaps Achaana did not consider him too tainted despite what had befallen him. He could not deny the pull he felt, mentally and physically to the other male. He gave a shy smile, feeling a blush creep across his cheeks. He was behaving like a teenager. "There are denizens of the deep that like to feed on more than what they find simply swimming beneath the waters." "Predators that come ashore?" Jaydon was stunned. He had never heard of such creatures, however, it seemed that the Takuskan kept many secrets from off-worlders. "They do not come ashore, my friend," Achaana said soothingly. "See that outcrop of rocks that Muraco is illuminating?" "Yes," Jaydon breathed. "You are safe to swim anywhere before it. The water is deep enough to enjoy, beyond that it drops so deep even we, who have mastered space, have not seen its bottom. The pressures exceed anything even we are able to create. It is our dream that we will one day conquer inner space, le mita kola." "Incredible," Jaydon murmured. "The unktehi are not...I believe the expression is 'dumb animals'. They try and to lure prey into straying into their depths. They are not intelligent, sentient beings; however, they are ruthless predators and they are very dangerous." "There, what's that?" Jaydon pointed at two large, luminous points of yellow that swayed on the rock before vanishing. "That was an unktehi. They come to the surface and can spend a few moments in our world before diving back beneath the water. They will not come closer than the outcrop. The water becomes too shallow for them." "It's still beautiful," Jaydon smiled. "Thank you for bringing me." "It is beautiful", Achaana nodded, inhaling the rich, fragrant scent of the blooms on the vines. As beautiful as it looked by day, Achaana believed it even more so at twilight. "It is a favourite place for me and so I thought to share it with a favoured friend." It was the closest he had come to revealing his true feelings for the human and he glanced quickly over to see how the revelation had been received. To his delight, the human was grinning widely. Evolution and Adoration "Thank you, Achaana," Jaydon said. "Time to swim," Achaana purred. He quickly unfastened the kilt he wore and stood, waiting for Jaydon, purposely avoiding looking at the human. Jaydon swallowed. He had taken to wearing a kilt and the cross-band over his shoulder that nestled snugly between his bare breasts, but had given no thought appearing fully naked before the Takuskan. He gave a sideways glance. His friend's penis was still hidden inside his genital slit. He could not help but wonder what it would look like. As his own sex twitched with interest, he pushed those thoughts swiftly aside. "If you would prefer I will await you in the water," Achaana said, he had felt a wave of arousal, but it had vanished as quickly as it had come. He did not want to make the human uncomfortable and destroy all that he had worked so hard to achieve. However, it was difficult to accept Jaydon did not fully trust him. Despite the neutral tone of voice, Jaydon could feel that the other male was hurt. He shielded Jaydon from others, but it was harder to shield his own emotions, especially if it was one that was particularly strong. Achaana had taken such good care of him, shielded him, worked tirelessly to ensure he healed and gained strength. He took a deep breath and unfastened the cross-band. He knew his hand was trembling slightly as he unfastened the kilt. The linen-like skirt slithered to the floor, but before Jaydon could become nervous or self-conscious, one of Achaana's true hands gripped his and the Takuskan pulled him into the water. "The temperature will be perfect for you. Warm, but not too heated so you cannot enjoy a good, hard swim if that is your desire." They swam and laughed together before stretching out on a large blanket. Achaana looked across at Jaydon. The human was finally looking relaxed and well. Although the shielding he could offer was only superficial at present, it was working and Jaydon could comfortably spend time in the company of others. If his Courtship was accepted, and they did bind themselves, it was Achaana's hope his shielding would become deeper and effective over distance. However, for now he was quite happy to have to keep Jaydon close. He enjoyed the time they spent in one another's company. Since the human liked the lagoon, Achaana would make sure they came often. **** Walking at Achaana's side, Jaydon listened to the Takuskan carefully to ensure he did not inadvertently offend any of the party guests. "There is a mix of Primori and Secundi, these are the equivalent to married couples," Achaana said. "You must not discuss my revelations with other off-worlders," he added, locking eyes with Jaydon and laying a true hand on the human's shoulder as additional emphasis. He waited for the nod before he continued. "Primori are the dominant partner and it is their duty to provide for all their Secundi's needs. Secundi are identified as those who wear the breast coverings. Only family, close friends and other bonded couples are permitted to see a Secundi's chest uncovered. It is not meant as an insult to you, le mita kola, my friend, but you are a stranger to virtually all those here today." "I understand," Jaydon nodded. Now he appreciated why only certain Takuskan wore breast coverings. "But the sex of the Primori is immaterial?" he clarified. "Exactly so," Achaana said, smiling. "Either may be Primori. It is what is in here," he said tapping at his head, "and here that matters." His true hands dropped to points just above his hips to indicate his main heart and two secondary organs. "Then the armbands that some are wearing on their true arms..." Jaydon began, his eyes lighting with realisation. "...indicate a Primori. Just so," Achaana grinned, the true hand squeezing the human's shoulder. Elation swept through Jaydon, an undercurrent of arousal accompanying it. He could not deny he was attracted to the Takuskan and at times thought that there might be more than friendship offered from Achaana. He was well aware that humans were considered highly promiscuous at best and that his assault was an additional taint. However, as Achaana remained close and showed no intentions of sending him away, Jaydon had allowed the tiny seed of hope to cultivate. "You will not mind if I circulate?" Achaana asked. "It is expected of me. However, I will keep returning to you and you may seek me out at any time. Promise me," he added. "I promise," Jaydon said. It would be a trial of how successful Achaana's shielding was when the Takuskan was not at Jaydon's side and both men knew it. "I will be fine. I'll enjoy the food and music and I can step outside if need be. You need to relax and enjoy yourself, too," he added. He put his own hand on Achaana's shoulder, copying what he knew was an intimate gesture. His heart seemed to skip a beat at the smile from the Takuskan. "We both do," Achaana said. "Let us begin." **** "Donoma, this is unexpected," Kangi said as the woman sauntered over towards him. If he was honest he did not like the female that had spent so much time in Achaana's company the previous year. She had a supercilious attitude to any she deemed inferior to her which was not a desirable trait in any Takuskan. However, Achaana had seemed taken enough with her to accompany her on several social occasions. He wondered how she would react when she found that now Achaana only had eyes for the attractive young human. "I am back here for a few weeks and wanted to renew my acquaintance with Achaana. I managed to speak to Haloma. I persuaded her that Achaana would be pleased to see me again, although she seemed reluctant at first." "Indeed?" Kangi replied as neutrally as possible. Donoma was a stronger empath than himself and he was sure that she would pick up on his emotion. However it was considered impropriety to challenge him. He just needed the first, polite opportunity to get away. "I see," Donoma said, her eyes narrowing. She had come because it had reached her ears that Achaana had become 'involved' with a human. It was something she could scarcely believe, but her source was usually accurate and so she had dropped her plans and come almost immediately. Although she, too, considered herself a Primori, there was nothing to stop two Primori becoming bound. It just meant that in public, one would take the role of Secundi. She had already decided she would take on that role. It would allow her to mix in both circles freely and she had no doubts she could manipulate Achaana to get exactly what she wanted. "Thank you, Kangi," she said, a wave of her hand effectively dismissing the now unnecessary Secundi. She needed another. Her eyes flitted around the room and alighted on another woman, Kangi's Primori. Donoma sidled over to Oni. This time she would be on the offensive. "Is that the human Achaana has taken under his wing?" she asked, her voice not revealing her scorn. He was nothing, no threat at all. A warm-blooded, furred creature barely civilised enough to mix in their company. How could anyone believe that Achaana would prefer the mammal's company to hers much less be considering a sexual relationship? Her eyes narrowed, the yellow blazing as she caught Achaana's glance towards the human male. He had not looked at her with such a possessive or proud gaze. "That's him," Oni whispered. "He had a terrible experience. Oh, I'm sorry, Donoma, Kangi discussed it with me but it's not for public knowledge." Although surprised at Donoma's words, it seemed that the other woman had been given knowledge of Jaydon. It did not occur to her that it would have come anywhere but from Achaana's family. "Oh, Oni, that's not a problem," Donoma said, linking an upper arm through Oni's and leading her away. "We're such good friends and you know how close Achaana and I are. I expect him to announce Courtship at any time. He'll need me to help him." Donoma was no fool. If there was one thing she knew how to excel in, it was manipulation; even those of her own kind. It would not take her long to know everything about the human. If there was a weakness she would find it. And she would exploit it. Jaydon could not help but enjoy the party despite its formality and decorum. There was no excessive drinking, no gluttony, no one arguing or making a fool of themselves. It was restrained, like so much of the Takuskan way of life, but the enjoyment was evident and he could just feel it at the periphery of his mind. Achaana's shields were helping, although as a non-bonded pair the protection was not as strong or effective as if they were bonded. He refused to let the idea take root. Achaana had already done more than Jaydon could have expected. He caught a glance of a female heading towards him. He could not suppress a shudder. Already the negative emotions from her were reaching him. He looked for Achaana, but his friend must have been taken outside by the group Jaydon had last seen him with. Distance and distraction easily caused the fragile shielding to weaken. He tried to fortify his own mind as the now smiling female reached him. "I am Donoma. You are Jaydon I believe," Donoma said, her eyes raking disparagingly up and down the human male. She let false regret emanate from her and laced her voice with the same emotion. "I am so sorry to hear of your ordeal and at the hands of your own species and compatriots. It must have been terrifying and humiliating." Jaydon froze, the memory forcing itself into his mind and the emotions following swiftly in its wake. No one was supposed to know why he was still here and to openly discuss his experience was something he had been given to understand was tantamount to taboo. "Perhaps Achaana has not mentioned me. He probably did not want to overwhelm you with too much too soon. He and I are...close. A Courtship declaration would not be unexpected." She gave a malicious, mental smile at the way the human's colour drained. Let him think what he will. She did not actually say Achaana was about to Court her. "I...didn't know," Jaydon said, trying to breathe slowly and deeply as he had been taught when emotions began to overwhelm him. "I can understand why Achaana did not say anything. He is exceptionally dedicated and he will see it as his duty to care for you until you are fully recovered. He would not dream of putting his own needs above yours. He takes duty very seriously. I can also wait," she added with a sigh. "After all, we Takuskan take sexual assault very seriously. We would not dream of physical intimacy before Courtship." It was not entirely true. Full sexual intercourse would not take place before marriage, but there were many pleasurable ways of sharing intimacy that did not cross that final boundary. However, she was quite sure Achaana would not have gone into any such detail with the now lightly swaying human. Her strategy was working. He was clearly assuming Achaana stayed with him out of duty nothing more or less. Once he left the party she would then work on Achaana, telling him that the human needed his own kind to recover. Achaana would not doubt her. "No. No of course you can't," Jaydon said. It was getting impossible to breathe or to think. "He needs to dedicate himself to you. I need to go, let him have his freedom." Revulsion, derision and scorn pounded at him from Donoma while his memory added the lust, arousal and hatred of his attackers along with his own fear, humiliation and despair. It was too much; surface shields no match for such a tsunami of negative emotions. "Please excuse me. I need some air." He hurried away from the woman, not seeing the malicious smile on her face. Although a small part of his mind screamed that Achaana would not have allowed any intimation of more than friendship between them without it being so, the damaged part of Jaydon's psyche saw this as proof he could not be loved by the Takuskan. Donoma was delighted. It was better than she had hoped. She saw the concerned look from Oni as Jaydon rushed blindly from the room. Part of her thought to chase after the other woman, but Oni moved too quickly towards her own husband. Donoma immediately began to seek out Achaana. She needed to ensure she had already worked on him before he found out Oni had revealed the human's ordeal to her. Achaana was enjoying the company of a couple of married friends. He was pleased that Jaydon felt relaxed enough to wander around the extensive residence on his own. He was very proud of how far the human had come. Many might have been crushed by the double impact of the emerging empathy and assault. He had taken his father aside and had a long discussion with the older male. His Ate had been concerned, as he expected of a parent, that Achaana was acting out of guilt. However, after a long talk, his Ate was assured of his true feelings towards the human. His intention was to take Jaydon away once these formalities were over and announce Courtship. He would not allow Jaydon to return to his Base until after they were properly Courted and bonded. He was almost certain that, with time and patience, he could teach Jaydon basic level shielding. That would then give Jaydon much more freedom. He could not be sure of anything stronger. Many bonded couples found themselves in similar situations. It was not uncommon, even on his world which was more advanced than Earth. Darkness prickled through his mind. It was the same sensation he had felt when Jaydon was suffering and it immediately drew his protective instincts to the fore. "Excuse me," he murmured, extricating himself politely from his friends and beginning to look for his mate-to-be. He gave a mental frown as he saw no sign of his human. "Achaana, I have been looking for you." Achaana stared in surprise at Donoma. He had not been given any notice she was coming to visit. "I was not expecting you," he blurted bluntly. "Of course," she shrugged. "I asked that I might surprise you. Your Ate was not available, but I did speak to your Ina." There was something about Donoma's demeanour that had Achaana instantly on edge. He knew her to be a single-minded individual and she had made no secret that she would find Achaana an acceptable match. Unfortunately, he had failed to negate those ideas and now he wished he had not been so accommodating. He had no intention of pursuing Courtship with this woman. His heart was elsewhere...as was his soul. "You cannot possibly mind that I am here?" Donoma asked. She was not pleased that the male was acting in a way she had not anticipated. She had firmly believed that her presence alone would have diverted Achaana from the human. Achaana felt a blast of sorrow that had him initially regretting his brusqueness, however, something niggled. Something felt out of balance with the female. The emotion revealed to him seemed to be purposely projected rather than a true reflection of Donoma's feelings. "Of course not," he replied. He kept his voice neutral and his emotions fully shielded, but began to probe at the female's shields. As good as she was, Achaana knew he was better. "I was hoping that we could spend time together over the next few days. Perhaps go away where we can be alone, undisturbed." Donoma leant close, letting her pheromones reveal to Achaana just how desirable she found him. She let lust and want add to the heady mix. It was a complex manoeuvre, but one that had gotten her what she wanted in the past. It meant a lowering of her shields, but she was confident that Achaana would react to her scent, all else becoming immaterial. "What have you done?" Achaana's voice was low and deadly, but the wave of emotion that rippled out caused several heads to turn in their direction. Donoma blinked, taken by surprise by the unexpected question. She glanced desperately around. Oni was staring at her with angry eyes as Kangi whispered urgently into Nataani's ear. "Nothing," she lied, deciding to brazen it out. There were enough people here that knew her. She was considered an important individual. "Liar," Achaana spat. "You used your emotions against a fledgling empath. One who has suffered physically as well as mentally and is under my care and protection." An angry murmur from the increasingly gathering crowd had a frisson of apprehension flow through Donoma's frame. She opted for attack. "He is a human, many Takuskan know them to be barely civilised mammals. I cannot believe you would challenge me over such a creature." "He is an empath and he is important to me. I have experienced his intelligence and compassion and my brethren thought highly enough of him to invite him to this gathering. You used his gift against him. That is the act of an uncivilised creature." The murmur around Donoma reflected the agreement of the crowd. She looked around, but there was no support for her stance. "You will leave now, Donoma," Nataani spoke, his tones heavy with censure. "You are not welcome at this residence, nor do I wish to have you make contact here again. Go." He turned to the crowd. "Please continue with the gathering. Achaana and I will care for the human." "I do not know where he would go," Achaana said as he was taken into an adjoining room for privacy. "I cannot feel him." "Do not permit panic to take precedence," Nataani said. "Focus. You felt him when you were in our Base and he at his. Your link has grown, strengthened. You can find him. You will." Nodding Achaana closed his eyes. Nataani was right. If he let his concerns and fears override him, he would never find Jaydon. He focused his mind on the man he loved and searched. He used a circular search pattern, widening it as he felt nothing. He gave a cry of elation followed by one of concern as he located his human. "He is heading in the direction of the lagoon. It is too dangerous for a lone human, especially one in his condition. The unktehi will sense his distress and he has no shields." "Then we must hasten," Nataani said, already heading for the door. **** Jaydon realised he had come to the lagoon where he and Achaana has spent so many happy hours. He remembered the Takuskan's warning and simply sat at the waterside looking out forlornly. Muraco illuminated the surface of the dark water and he could see the yellow eyes of unktehi looking towards the shore. He drew a hand across his face. He was suddenly very warm and the water seemed very inviting. He did not notice that the outcrop of rock where the single unktehi had sat now had two pairs of unblinking eyes focused on him. He stood, unfastening his crossband and kilt. It would be safe if he swam close to shore. The water predators could not come so close. Trance-like he stepped into the water, not noticing its coldness or the outcrop that now housed three sets of yellow eyes. He swam out from the shore a short distance, the water seemingly warm to him. He rolled onto his back and floated, trying to resolve his churning thoughts and emotions. He would have to leave. He could not allow Achaana to waste more time on him. If the Takuskan wanted another then Jaydon could not, would not, stand in the way. There were institutions on Earth that struggling empaths could go to for refuge. He was sure that Belden would help him get to one. Then he could deal with the outstanding charges against him. A splash caught his attention. Further out he could see shapes leaping free of the water. Irrationally he thought of dolphins although there were no such mammals on Takuskan. He had once swum with the intelligent creatures in one of their ocean sanctuaries. Unthinkingly he began to swim towards where they played. He was closing in on them when strong arms and a blast of fear, denial and relief enveloped him, emotions so strong that his vision greyed. He inadvertently swallowed water and began coughing as he was propelled rapidly back to shore. He shivered as how cold it was suddenly registered in his mind. As he was carried onto land he was set on his feet and a large, warm cape was wrapped around him. Evolution and Adoration His rescuer had been Achaana and the Takuskan now stood back from him a little, panting at his exertions. Jaydon could feel a mix of emotions, too much for his system to cope with emanating from the bigger male, and he whimpered softly, his hands going to his head. He looked up in surprise as solid shields blocked out the sensation and Nataani held him tightly. Jaydon found himself enveloped in a cocoon of concern and affection. He felt safe and cared-for and instantly relaxed. Nothing was going to hurt him here. He stared into tawny eyes that reminded him so much of Achaana it was uncanny. "Why did you leave?" The question was simple, but it still had Jaydon trembling. There was no escape, no deflection, no lies. Here there had to be truth and he was not sure his heart could bear it. "Because Donoma told me to," he whispered. Confusion rippled through his cocoon and then it was back as solid as ever. "What happened?" "She told me Achaana would never move on with his life while he felt obligated to care for me. That he would have initiated Courtship with her if he didn't feel forced to provide shields for me." From where he stood and listened, Achaana made a sound of grief and anger. Twice he had let his human down. He should have initiated Courtship as soon as he had known his true feelings. It would not happen again. He looked longingly at Nataani, receiving a nod from the older male. "So you left. Why here?" "This is where I felt we were closest. Where I felt happiest. I didn't mean to swim out so far. I was hot and then I thought...I thought I was swimming with dolphins." "You love Achaana." It was a statement, not a question and Jaydon knew it. "Yes. But he stays with me out of obligation and guilt," Jaydon added. He needed to make Nataani understand. "No, he does not. He loves you. He was just afraid to push you too far too quickly when you were still healing physically and psychologically. There is a world of difference between what he feels for you and what he felt for Donoma. There is also great difference between you and Donoma." Jaydon stared. Part of him wanted to deny the words, but a bigger part was suddenly elated. The cocoon grew warmer, the affection more pronounced and he sighed his pleasure. "That difference is simple; out of love you were prepared to sacrifice yourself, to put the other person first and in so doing would have unknowingly hurt them. Donoma, out of selfishness, was prepared to sacrifice another, to put herself first and has hurt two without care or respect for either. I know who I, as an Ate, would entrust my cinsi's happiness with." Jaydon was passed from the older Takuskan to Achaana who easily scooped him into his true arms. "I am taking you back to the house," Achaana said as he strode at Nataani's side towards the vehicle they had driven in. "You will spend tonight in my bed where I can hold you and know you are safe and where my shields can help settle your hurt mind." Still in his cocoon of warmth and love, it never entered Jaydon's mind to argue. **** On returning to the residence, Jaydon was led by Achaana into the Takuskan's bedroom. He suddenly found himself nervous, even though he had been assured all the way back that all Achaana wanted was to hold him safely, keep him close and let his battered mind rest and recuperate. "You may settle yourself first," Achaana said, his voice soft and gentle. "Take as much time as you need in the bathroom. I will wait here." Jaydon used the bathroom and came out slowly. Achaana was standing almost exactly where he had been when Jaydon had left the room, but he could see that the gauze around the bed had been pulled aside exposing the intricately crafted, water-filled mattress. At least he would be entering the bed first. He was not sure he would have been able to lie down next to Achaana if the Takuskan had been already in bed. Jaydon sat on the cool, rippling mattress and carefully lowered himself. As he got comfortable, he noted that Achaana made no move to begin undressing or go into the bathroom. "Are you comfortable?" Achaana asked and received a nod from Jaydon. "Then sleep. You have had an exhausting experience. I will not be far away." "Aren't you coming to bed?" Jaydon was suddenly nervous in the strange environment. He was certain that having Achaana beside him would be reassuring. The Takuskan smiled. He could feel Jaydon's conflicting emotions. He sat on the bed and, using his true arms, took the human's hands in his. "Yes," he promised. "I need to ensure Haloma and Nataani fully understand I will be initiating formal Courtship with you in the morning and that you will spend the night with me. I will be back in a few minutes. Do not worry about staying awake and waiting for me, Jaydon. I will join you soon." "Shouldn't you tell your parents about Courtship?" Jaydon queried. "Surely your Ate and Ina should be the first to know?" "Nataani and Haloma are my parents," Achaana smiled. "The Takuskan do not reveal familial links except to other family or very trusted friends. What Donoma did not know was that Kangi is the son of my father's brother. Oni felt guilty about what she had revealed and confessed to her Secundi. Kangi came immediately to Nataani to explain and apologise. Donoma is no longer welcome within our brethren for what she did to you. Now relax," he added squeezing Jaydon's hands. "I will be back swiftly and you need to sleep." Stunned by the revelation Jaydon could only nod. He still felt nervous, but it was reassuring to know that Achaana would soon join him. He now had other things to occupy his churning mind. Jaydon was tired and his eyes closed as he replayed the evening's events. He had been worried about how Achaana's parents would react to his decision, but he remembered the feeling of comfort when held by Nataani. He suddenly realized how the sensation made him feel. It was like a parent caring for a hurt child and he slowly relaxed. He smiled as he remembered that as an Ate, Nataani had said he would trust his son with Jaydon. He was only dimly aware of Achaana coming back into the bedroom and getting into bed. His dark eyes flew open and he saw the Takuskan lay beside him, settling himself without any large pillow as he had given Jaydon. "You should be asleep," Achaana chided gently on seeing the wide eyes looking at him. He smiled and caressed Jaydon's face. He knew that for his kind it was a very intimate gesture, but felt his human would appreciate it. The soft smile and nuzzle into the touch confirmed his belief. "I nearly was," Jaydon whispered. Achaana knew that his human was still nervous. His true hand reached across to gently take hold of Jaydon's. He felt Jaydon squeeze, looking away and then glancing shyly back once more. Takuskan sight was keener than human and even in the dim light Achaana was able to see the expression on Jaydon's face. He tentatively probed at his human's feelings, concerned he was worried, or perhaps even frightened. The emotions surprised him. Jaydon was nervous, but the comfort sought was not what Achaana would have expected. However, he acted instantly. Carefully Achaana moved his true arm so it slid under Jaydon' shoulders drawing him closer to him. Jaydon came instantly, practically melding his body against him. Achaana cautiously guided Jaydon to rest his head on his chest. The feeling of his human's hair was a strange, but not unpleasant, sensation. Achaana tenderly wrapped both true and lower arms around the other male. The Takuskan was pleased and proud to have his intended mate so close and to sense Jaydon's unspoken happiness. This had been the comfort he had needed and that Achaana was only too happy to provide. As Jaydon's future Primori, it would be Achaana's delight and duty to care and provide for all his mate's needs. "Never fear to tell me exactly what you need, Mitelakai, My Beloved," Achaana murmured. "Is this better?" he added, knowing the answer but wanting to hear Jaydon tell him. "Yes, thank you," Jaydon replied. His voice was barely above a whisper and contentment radiated off him in waves. Achaana dropped a kiss into the luxuriant tresses as he felt his human slip into restful sleep. "I will take care of you now, Mitelakai," Achaana vowed. "If any try to hurt you again, they will have me, my brethren and the Takuskan as a whole to answer to." Achaana stroked his human's hair, learning how its texture differed from the fur on the exposed chest. He relished the feel of his mate, warm and soft, in his arms. He was delighted and relieved that Jaydon had proven ready for such closeness. As Jaydon moved into deeper sleep, Achaana leaned down to lightly kiss his brow, nuzzling some of the dark hair with his lips. "Sleep well, le mita chante, my heart," he whispered. "I will take care of you." Another kiss and Achaana closed his eyes and slept, the soft, rhythmic breath on his chest reassuring and comforting. **** As Jaydon slowly woke, he felt warmth and security enveloping him. He opened his eyes to see the umber eyes of Achaana gazing down at him. It seemed almost as if time slowed. The Takuskan's face moved forward, giving Jaydon every opportunity to move away or refuse what he knew Achaana intended. Instead he angled his head, his lips parting in anticipation, and their lips finally met. The Takuskan's tongue was longer and thinner than Jaydon's and it wasted no time in learning the contours of his mouth and teeth before sliding sensuously back and forth over his shyer muscle. Jaydon was no innocent. He had made love and he had been kissed. But this kiss...it was different. It was more powerful and involved in ways he was unable to articulate. Achaana's arms wrapped around his body, holding him protectively, lovingly and Jaydon gave himself over to the bigger male's care. He sagged against the Takuskan, letting Achaana support his weight with his greater strength. Achaana's tongue played with his as Jaydon let himself simply be recipient of his new lover's passion. The kiss gentled a little, but at the same time Achaana's hands began to travel over his body arousing fervour in Jaydon. He could feel the increasing heat from the Takuskan's body as the passion between them flared into life. He willingly pressed against the powerful chest. Then he was eased onto the bigger male's body as Achaana lay back and one set of his hands cupped Jaydon's buttocks while the other stroked up and down his back. The simultaneous sensations were arousing and comforting in equal measure. He had to break away from the kiss in order to be able to breathe. He buried his head into the junction of Achaana's neck and true arm and held tightly to him. Achaana kissed along the side of his face and then he pulled back. He was still nervous but he wanted this to continue. He tried to let the Takuskan know how he was feeling; letting his emotions reach out, unable to explain how he felt in words. "Let me show you what I feel for you, Mitelakai," Achaana whispered in reply. At first Jaydon thought that Achaana was meditating in some way as he felt nothing. Then he was aware of expanding warmth inside him. It started in his chest and radiated outwards, enveloping him in heat and comfort. Soon his whole body was alive with sensations; love, want, need, joy, passion, ardour, fidelity. The positive emotions were like being on sun-warmed sand with waves rolling gently over him. Jaydon moaned softly as the sensations seemed to lift him and whirl him around although they remain on the bed, his body cradled safely in Achaana's arms. It was gentle, caring, possessive, yearning. Jaydon marvelled at that knowledge. Achaana loved him spiritually, mentally and physically. He felt elation swell and he let his joy and his love for the bigger male flow freely. The sensations gently began to fade, not simply vanishing; it was as if they retreated back inside him to recall whenever he needed. "That was but a small demonstration of my love for you," Achaana murmured. "Small?" Jaydon said, stunned. "I want to show you how much you are loved," he explained. "Thank you," Jaydon whispered. "I also felt your love for me," Achaana added, nuzzling into his human's hair. "Yes," Jaydon said. "I do love you. Kiss me again, Achaana," he begged. Obeying his mate's request, Achaana soon felt the heat of desire burning within Jaydon's mind and body. He could sense the growing passion in his human and felt that Jaydon had progressed beyond his earlier fears. His human trusted the Takuskan and the thought warmed Achaana deeply. He knew that, without doubt, in Jaydon he had found the other half of his soul. Jaydon was moaning softly, his level of arousal making him uncomfortable. His groin was aching, throbbing with the need for release. He felt physical desire for Achaana and yet trusted the Takuskan not to go beyond what he was comfortable with. He arched, groaning as one of Achaana's hands trailed down his arm to rest on his waist, the other caressing his hip and thigh. Jaydon was torn between desire to continue and fear that he would be the one to push too far. Sensing his mate's conflicting emotions, Achaana took more control over their lovemaking. He realised that as far as Jaydon was concerned the Takuskan remained chaste until bound. While Achaana had never consummated a sexual relationship, pleasuring one's intended, or more rarely one that was not, with hands and mouth was more common than older Takuskan denizens cared to admit. Leaning over Jaydon's naked chest Achaana began to kiss and nibble across his lover's shoulders and breastbone. "You are imasu, very beautiful," Achaana murmured against the warm skin of his mate. The mental wave of pleasure that flowed from his mate spurred Achaana on. He tasted bare skin and soft fur as he kissed towards the succulent peaked nubs. A soft cry of encouragement accompanied the Takuskan taking one nipple into his mouth. Jaydon's arms moved up to wrap around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Achaana smiled at the silent, yet vocal, demand. He moved carefully, keeping all his movements slow and measured to ensure that, if at any time Jaydon got uncomfortable, his lover could stop him. As he kissed and licked, traversing Jaydon' chest, he felt the nubs of flesh harden and teased them until Jaydon was gasping and writhing. He idly wondered what the sensation felt like. His pride and pleasure then soared as Jaydon's more hesitant hand began to caress the smooth skin of his breast. Achaana covered Jaydon's hand with one of his and guided him. On either side of his chest were two patches of slightly darker skin. Each housed a cluster of very tiny, raised ridges, too small to be visible to human sight. Achaana closed his eyes in pleasure at the sensation of Jaydon's fingers caressing the sensitive patches. They continued to explore one another's bodies, hands remaining at waist level or above apart from one of Achaana's lower hands which continued to stroke over Jaydon's hip and thigh. Achaana purposely put a true hand on Jaydon's waist and then slowly travelled lower, watching his human's face for any hint of fear. He knew that if Jaydon's feelings changed from pleasure he would know it, but the Takuskan was taking no chances with the next step. Even without putting his hand on Jaydon's intimate flesh, he knew his human was hard and throbbing. "May I?" Achaana whispered seductively, nibbling one ear. He wanted to make sure that Jaydon was comfortable and knew what Achaana intended. He let his true hand hover over his lover's reddened erect flesh. "Yes, please, Achaana," Jaydon gasped as Achaana's agile tongue slithered into his ear. Jaydon was not sure which was more erotic at that moment; the hand that was now encircling his aching shaft or the writhing tongue in his ear. He groaned and arched into the slow strokes that began to milk his erection. Achaana was elated to touch the intimate bare skin. He kept his grip gentle as he wrapped his fingers around Jaydon's hard, damp flesh. "I would like you consider this as a gift to show my love for you, Mitelakai," Achaana said, his voice low and sensuous. He could feel myriad emotions in his human; joy, love, anxiety, need. He bent his head and kissed Jaydon deeply as his hand began to move. Achaana explored as he pleasured. His lower hand rubbed through the coarse pubic hair, finding this another different texture of fur on his human. He fondled the more sparsely-furred pouch. This was not something Takuskan males had, but it seemed that rolling the orbs it contained together and apart was a most enjoyable experience for his mate. To his delight, Jaydon was panting heavily now and arousal and love were equally dominant feelings. Achaana tightened his grip and began to pump his human. Jaydon arched upward with a soft cry, his hips beginning the primeval dance to achieve completion. His reactions were gratifying to the Takuskan, the bigger male pleased that Jaydon was lost in the ancient rhythm. A mewl of need made Achaana increase the speed of his strokes. Jaydon's hips followed, unable to remain still. Achaana squeezed more firmly and it resulted in a most satisfying cry from his human before he bent to kiss Jaydon. This time his tongue began to dart in and out to match the rhythm of his true hand and his lower hands each found an innocent nipple to gently pinch. Jaydon was unable to resist the amatory assault, the pleasure too much to deny. He felt tingling and heat spreading rapidly, radiating from his groin throughout his body. He arched, his mouth open in a silent scream as he approached his zenith. "Yes, le mita chante. Find pleasure in my arms. Come for me, my love," he commanded as he gently nipped Jaydon's ear. It was beyond Jaydon's ability to resist. His entire body was shaking and his orgasm overtook him as Achaana spoke. He cried out the Takuskan's name as his body found its completion. His release swept through him in waves, urged on by Achaana's insistent touches. Finally his body fell back on the bed, satiated and drained in equal measure. It seemed to take the last of his energy, but he smiled up at the Takuskan who seemed to glow with pride and pleasure. Achaana watched as Jaydon reached his peak and was both thrilled and aroused at the sight of his mate lost in sexual pleasure. The feel of hot semen coating his hand resulted in his own ce jutting out, having pushed itself through the Takuskan's genital slit. Ignoring his own body's needs, Achaana continued to massage Jaydon until his human finally slumped, his ce drained of all it could give. He cradled the now limp penis in his hand, wanting to maintain the intimate touch. Achaana had nearly found his own released from simply watching his lover reach satisfaction. He wanted to arrange their bonding ceremony as quickly as would be deemed decent and to experience that passion when inside his human. Jaydon sighed contentedly as Achaana kissed him again, murmuring words of love in a mixture of Standard and Takuskan. Jaydon was determined to increase his knowledge of the language to understand and return Achaana's romantic gesture. "How do you feel?" Achaana asked. "Loved," Jaydon whispered pulling his mate down for another kiss. "Thank you. But what about you?" he added, his eyes on the Takuskan's organ. He had heard rumours, but no one he knew had ever actually seen a naked and aroused Takuskan. He stared at the erect ce. It was long, slender and its skin so translucent that the veins were clearly visible. However it was not that, nor the absence of a scrotum that had him fascinated. Two rows of cilia undulated on the organ and Jaydon found himself wanting to experience how that would feel when the organ was buried inside him. Evolution and Adoration Achaana took one of Jaydon's hands and placed it on his ce, wrapping his own hand around and squeezing tightly. His organ instantly began to vibrate. He was so aroused he knew it would be over very quickly. "You are the first to touch me," he husked. "You will be the first to have my seed." He gave an ululating cry that gave Jaydon goose bumps as well as making his sated shaft begin to twitch eagerly. "Wahi," Achaana groaned. "I am coming," he added in Standard. Then silvery pearls ejaculated over his mate's body. The Takuskan ensured they covered Jaydon's body from his chin, across the furred chest and onto the quiescent organ he had milked. It was primordial and possessive but Jaydon was his. He scooped up some of his crème and held it to Jaydon's lips. He was elated when Jaydon licked his fingers clean. As his lover climaxed Jaydon felt his own surge of primal satisfaction to know he was the first to have shared this act with Achaana. The warm pearls of seed decorated him from chin to groin and the gesture made him feel even more loved. It thrilled him to know the Takuskan was marking and claiming him. He locked gazes with his lover as Achaana's orgasm abated, aware that the Takuskan was scooping some of his seed onto his fingers. The crème-coated digits were offered to him and he obeyed the unspoken command. He sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean. The taste was less salty than he would have imagined with a sweetness that surprised him. He heard the purr of approval from his mate and then Achaana's lips covered his. "Iotancila, I love you," Achaana husked as he broke the kiss. "Iotancila, I love you," Jaydon echoed, determined to use the Takuskan word. He moaned softly as Achaana's tongue slid sensuously over his skin, licking the shimmering pearls of the Takuskan's release. A final offering of his lover's cream was eagerly accepted and then Jaydon was pulled into Achaana's embrace. "Rest in my arms a while, Mitelakai," Achaana said, settling them comfortably. "Then we will bathe before appearing before my Ate and Ina as a formally Courting couple. They will arrange our bonding ceremony. It will be done with as much haste as propriety permits. I will not allow you away from my side until our relationship is fully formalised. Nimitawa ktelo, you will be mine." "I will be your Secundi," Jaydon murmured. He was quite certain it would be the case. "A Takuskan would never be a Secundi to an off-worlder," Achaana confirmed. "However, I would be a Primori no matter with whom I bonded. It is something inherent in most from an early age as to which they will be. It does not concern you?" he asked. "No," Jaydon replied, nestling closer to the broader frame. "It makes me feel special to know you will take care of me." "I will, Mitelakai, I promise." **** Feeling like a nervous schoolboy, Jaydon stood before Nataani and Haloma as Achaana formally announced Courtship between them to his parents. "I would ask that the ceremony to bind Jaydon and myself be arranged as quickly as is permissible," the Takuskan concluded, bowing to his parents. "This is acceptable to you, Jaydon?" asked Nataani. "My cinsi, in his ardour to formalise your relationship, is not unduly rushing you?" "No, no he isn't. I want this as much as Achaana does," Jaydon affirmed, touched that Nataani wanted him to confirm the decision was what both wanted. "That is good," Nataani said. "As your Primori it is Achaana's duty to tend to your needs. It is not intended as a position that forces their sole decision on you. Decisions must be taken with the knowledge of what you would want or expect. Never fear to tell Achaana anything that you feel is lacking in your life together. A Primori has great responsibility to care for their Secundi." Jaydon could feel a blush stain his cheeks. It was almost as if Nataani was his father warning a would-be suitor about how to treat his child. "Thank you," he said. "I have no doubts that Achaana will care for me well." "It will be my pleasure to care for you for the rest of our lives," Achaana added, touching his intended's upper arm with his true hand. "Would you care to accompany me to the lagoon?" he added. Facing his parents had taken a high emotional toll on Jaydon and he wanted his lover to spend some time relaxing. "Yes, I would like that," Jaydon smiled. **** Although Jaydon was quite sure that Nataani knew very well what he and Achaana were doing when they went to the lagoon, he never sensed any censure on the part of the older Takuskan. It had become an almost daily ritual. Even moving as swiftly as they could, his marriage to Achaana was still another two weeks away. He watched as his mate set out a blanket and then stripped off his kilt and sash with a feral grin in Jaydon's direction. Immediately Jaydon removed his own clothing and Achaana settled beside him. Their touches always started with exploring the contours of one another's faces. Then down across shoulders to trace the outline of collarbones and then the caresses dropped lower and became more sensual and erotic. Jaydon groaned softly and arched his back as Achaana lightly pinched his nipples, playing with the nubs of flesh. The Takuskan had quickly learned that Jaydon was sensitive there and enjoyed bringing his young mate pleasure at his touch. Achaana concentrated on making Jaydon lose himself in pleasure, a task simplified by the responsiveness of his human. He always reacted passionately to Achaana's touch, which in turn fuelled the Takuskan's own desire and arousal. He watched entranced as Jaydon's beautiful espresso eyes closed, the long lashes fluttering against his skin as he gave himself over to the pleasure Achaana freely bestowed. His lover was moaning softly, a sound that always made Achaana's ce throb although still hidden within its slit. Smiling, the Takuskan's true hand drifted lower and took hold of his human's rigid penis, eliciting a gasp and thrust from Jaydon, his lower hand slid to fondle the furred pouch. His lover's hips slowly rocked as Achaana began to stroke him. The Takuskan moved to use his more muscular legs to spread Jaydon's wider apart and slid over his mate to kneel between the splayed limbs. The sight of his mate pleased Achaana. Jaydon was flushed warm from excitement and he moved without inhibition or embarrassment. It thrilled the Takuskan that his lover openly enjoyed the pleasure given by Achaana's hands. His human's dark hair was now long enough to fall over his shoulders. Achaana had requested Jaydon not to cut his hair short again. It was attractive and sensual long and the Takuskan loved to card his fingers through the soft strands. It was as if Jaydon's body was a finely crafted instrument and Achaana was a virtuoso, playing him like a maestro. The larger male looming over him made him feel protected and cherished. Feelings of love, desire and delight were constantly directed at him. The sinfully talented tongue slipped into his mouth or slithered sensually over his nipples. Achaana balanced his weight with his left lower arm, using his right true hand to caress his face or pinch his peaked nubs. His lover's right lower and true hands played with his balls and pumped his shaft. He arched and moaned as a finger slid between his cheeks to probe gently at his opening. Even if he begged, he knew Achaana would not relent and take him before marriage, the knowledge emphasising that it was more than lust that fuelled the Takuskan's desire. His moan became a soft whimper as the finger pressed against his perineum. He was so close to ecstasy. His human's writhing made Achaana acutely aware of his own arousal, which was now demanding attention. His ce surged out and he ground it forcefully against Jaydon's furred groin enjoying the feeling of the coarse curls against his slick shaft. It took every ounce of his self-control not to push into his lover and claim him fully, but Achaana was determined that in that respect they would go to bed virgins after their marriage. He moved so that Jaydon was on top of him. His two lower hands cupped his lover's buttocks. He began squeezing and relaxing, pulling the cheeks apart, teasing the tight aperture, letting Jaydon become comfortable with, and accustomed to, such intimacy in preparation for the day Achaana would fully take him. He wanted to replace the memory of unwanted touches to Jaydon's body with desire to be so caressed. The Takuskan moved one true hand between their bodies to encircle both penises. A cry from his mate heralded Achaana's ce vibrating against the his human's aroused organ. Jaydon had no way of stopping his inexorably approaching zenith when he felt Achaana vibrate against his sensitised shaft. He could feel his imminent climax and was unable to hold it back. A finger pressing against his entrance tipped him over the edge and he cried out as his orgasm seized him. He came in a hot rush, his hips thrusting frantically. The physical and mental joy of his lover's pleasure was the final catalyst for Achaana and the Takuskan quickly followed his mate. Their semen merged between their bodies, impossible to distinguish between the two, and branded each as belonging to the other. Achaana was unable to resist the primitive urge to bite his mate's exposed neck. He tempered the primal gesture, ensuring Jaydon only received a small bruise as a more prominent display that the human was his. Jaydon moved enough to kiss Achaana. "Thank you," he said quietly. He still found himself occasionally overwhelmed by the shared emotions when they made love. There were times he could scarcely believe Achaana loved him as deeply as he loved the Takuskan, but there was no doubting the love and joy that flooded his mind when lovemaking. He hoped his emotions could more adequately say what words could not and Achaana responded by hugging him protectively, knowing how much Jaydon enjoyed being held. It made him feel cherished and safe. He nestled closer. He was apprehensive about their upcoming marriage, but it was something he eagerly anticipated, too. **** Keeping his head still, Jaydon let Haloma place his ornate feathered headdress properly. A row of small, white feathers circled his brow while a riot of them trailed halfway down his back. He knew Achaana would have a similar arrangement in the red that denoted his rank. Nataani, Haloma and those who were family would wear feathers in a pattern and hue that reminded Jaydon of peacock colouration. The marriage was taking place in the courtyard of Nataani's home, which was a common occurrence. Jaydon was glad not to have to travel. He was feeling so nervous that he did not want to be too far from Achaana. "You look very menashen, handsome," Haloma declared as she stepped back to regard the human who would soon be a formal member of her family. She could feel the love he and her son shared and was pleased for both of them. That was far more important than the packaging on the outside. "Thank you, Haloma," Jaydon said, grateful more for the feelings of happiness and approval she radiated than her words. She smiled and touched his upper arm with a true hand. "You are welcome into my family, Jaydon. What you and my cinsi feel for one another binds you more surely than the words of this or any other ceremony." Jaydon swallowed, unable to speak, but the smile and nod told him that Haloma had understood the emotion directed at her. "It is almost time," Kangi said as he stood in the doorway. He grinned delightedly at Jaydon as Haloma hurried away to finish her own dressing. Jaydon knew he was staring, but he could not help it. It was the first time he had seen the other man without his breastplate and his eyes were riveted at the sight. On each side where the sensitive ridges on the Takuskan's body were located he wore a piercing; a single ring in a dark, glittering metal. To each of those was a second ring, set with blue stones. Linking them was a fine chain that glittered with the occasional blue-green gemstone. "When you and Achaana complete your ceremony, you, too, will receive your wedding rings," Kangi said touching the rings set into his sides. "Then Achaana will give you your familial rings," he continued, touching the second, bejewelled ones. "You will be given many different chains to wear for gatherings. Some Secundi like to wear multiples. The choice will be yours. I prefer to wear just one, although occasionally I am persuaded to add a second. Achaana felt it more appropriate that a Secundi explain this to you as I have experienced the piercing and can answer your questions from a personal perspective. Is there anything you wish to ask?" "This was why you wore a breastplate?" Jaydon asked. "Yes. Only family and very close friends are permitted to see a Secundi's chest. A bare chest denotes availability, covered it means one is already bound to another. It is considered a grave misdemeanour to see an uncovered Secundi if you are not so permitted by our protocols." "Achaana will wear the armband?" "In public," Kangi nodded. "In gatherings and in private he will display his tattoo." "Tattoo?" Jaydon echoed. "As you know we do not discuss relationships with those who are not intimate friends or close family. As your Primori, Achaana will wear a tattoo of your name, in the same metal as your wedding rings, to denote who he is dedicated to. It is something a Primori displays with pride in our gatherings. Is there anything else?" "No, Kangi, thank you. Do you have to go, too?" Jaydon asked. He was suddenly nervous to be alone. The sounds of panpipes and drums had reached his ears. He knew the ceremony was imminent. "No, I can stay. As you do not have parents to attend I can stand as your family and escort you to your Primori. Unless you would prefer another?" "No. I would be honoured," Jaydon said honestly. He glanced towards the door as the pipes seemed to reach a crescendo. "Now?" he asked. "Yes. Soon you will be one of my family. Let us go to your intended." Jaydon was stunned by the number of Takuskan that milled around, all smiling, the positive emotions almost leaving him dizzy. Then he felt shielding, stronger than he had felt from Achaana before, deflecting the more overwhelming sensations to leave him simply basking in the surrounding aura. It was another step deeper into their relationship. He smiled at his lover, receiving a blinding grin in response. He remembered only fragments of the actual binding, most of it conducted in Takuskan and was beyond his ability to translate. He did catch some words that he had been taught; le mita, mine, hunka, chosen, mihinga, husband, ohinyan, forever. At the conclusion of the ceremony Jaydon was surprised to be taken into rooms designated as Nataani and Haloma's. His headdress and that of Achaana's were removed. A low bed had been prepared and as Jaydon was eased down onto it another Takuskan entered. "This is Shandiin, our family's ringsman and artist. He will undertake your piercing and my tattoo. Just relax, Mitelakai." Keeping his eyes riveted on Achaana, Jaydon laid back. He was surprised that his new husband lay alongside him. As the ringsman began to prepare his tools, Jaydon's mouth was claimed by Achaana. He tried to focus on the tongue slithering around his mouth, but he still flinched when cool gel touched his vulnerable nipple. He heard Achaana make a smothered sound and his mate's throat seemed to vibrate. Achaana deepened the kiss and as he did, Jaydon was certain his lover's tongue had thickened. With a muted groan, Jaydon felt Achaana's tongue begin to thrust rhythmically. Instinctively he sucked on the agile muscle and was stunned to find he was rewarded by sweet, slick fluid. The taste was addictive; it also had Jaydon feeling instantly aroused. He moaned into Achaana's mouth trying to suck harder. At the periphery of his mind was the feather-light touches to his nipples by hands that were not his husband's but most of his conscious thought was directed at suckling at Achaana's tongue as the ache at his groin intensified. A cry of his lover's name accompanied the Takuskan finally breaking off their kiss and sliding over Jaydon's writhing body. Jaydon felt his kilt being shoved roughly aside. Looking down he saw Achaana pause for a moment and then the Takuskan was taking Jaydon's throbbing erection into his mouth. He wailed his husband's name as his penis was enveloped in soft velvet and heat. He gasped as Achaana easily took all of him and then began to suck. Jaydon arched his back, completely vulnerable, lost in sexual ecstasy. Any other movement was impossible as Achaana's true hands spread out just below his breasts and lower hands pinned his hips. Achaana was delighted by the sounds of pleasure that fell from Jaydon's lips. He had hoped his mate would enjoy this, surrender to the sensual sensation. His lover's hands clenched at Achaana's shoulders, trying to pull the Takuskan closer. Achaana could feel the shudders in the slim body beneath him and knew Jaydon would not last long. In truth, he did not want him to last. The reaction from his lover had been even more than Achaana had hoped for and the Takuskan wanted to bring Jaydon to swift completion, submit to his tattoo and take his new husband to bed. With those thoughts in mind, he increased his sucking and even nibbled at Jaydon's defenceless ce. It was as delicious as the rest of his lover and he was gratified to hear a loud groan as Jaydon reached his peak. His beloved came in a sudden gush, a cry of Achaana's name escaping his lips. His hands clenched at Achaana's shoulders, clearly desperate for something to hold onto while he rode out the intense release. Achaana was aware of the salty pre-come becoming sweet orgasm and drank it all. With a low sound of delight he continued to suckle, demanding even more. He was gratified as Jaydon's hips thrust wildly as they were released and his lover came again from the intense mental and physical sensations. "Relax, Mitelakai," Achaana soothed, replacing Jaydon's kilt. The aphrodisiac properties would quickly leave Jaydon's system and he smiled at the drained human, his primal side roaring in silent approval at the pierced nipples. Shandiin had already attached the familial rings, studded with precious gems in a luxuriant blue-green, to the wedding rings. "May I return?" Shandiin's voice broke into Achaana's reverie. The Takuskan indicated the ringsman could re-enter. A potent mix of his own arousal and the sight of Jaydon, ringed and sated helped distract Achaana from the work on his true arm. However, he was also aware of Shandiin's skill and knew that the ringsman would consider it failure on his part of a client was uncomfortable or worse yet, felt any pain. "It is done, Achaana," Shandiin announced. He nodded as he gazed at the work completed. The dark, glittering, metallic design stood out against Achaana's translucent skin. He held up a mirror for the other male to see. "Thank you, Shandiin," Achaana said, looking with a mix of pride and joy at the completed tattoo. "Please enjoy the rest of the festivities." He waited for the ringsman to leave, knowing that would be the cue for the gathering to assemble to see the now fully bound couple. He moved to Jaydon, easing his human to sit upright and smiling into still slightly-dazed orbs. "Do you have any more surprises?" Jaydon managed to husk at his husband. It earned him a delighted laugh from Achaana. "No, Mitelakai," Achaana said. He tenderly framed the precious face in his true hands. "No more surprises. Now we greet our guests as a fully bound couple." Jaydon was happy to lean against Achaana's body as they exited the room. There seemed even more guests than he remembered and a ripple of applause greeted them.