Don't Label Me! (30 page)

“
But...”

Observe and learn.
Sathi sent to his mind.

“
My liege, my lady, your prisoner.”
Roger tugged on the hemp rope and prompted Lewis to enter the
room.

“
Excellent. Make him stand at the foot
of the bed.”

Hideo watched Roger tie the end of Lewis’s
lead to the bedpost and then cleared his throat and prepared to act
as best he could. “Prisoner, you have been brought here to be be
punished for your grievous crime. I have been informed that you
caught sight of my lady’s rear end as she was showering this
morning. Is this true?”

Lewis did his best not to grin. He actually
had. “It is true my lord.”

“
That being the case her ladyship and
I have determined your punishment. If you are so keen to peep at
her you will be made to watch as she enjoys us but you will not be
allowed to come until it pleases us.” Not that he could with that
cage on his cock. “It pleases us that the royal concubine has taken
measures to ensure your restraint. You are to stand there and
watch.”

“
Yes my Lord.”

Hideo still had reservations.
The poor man only gets to watch while we enjoy
our pleasure with someone he deeply cares about. This is tantamount
to torturing him.

He’s a born voyeur
Hid.
Roger knew Hideo wasn’t and was having difficulty
relating to this particular scene.
This is
one of his dark fantasies. If you surf his mind right now you’d see
he’s playing out a medieval fantasy where Sathi is his unrequited
love, the woman he adores with all his heart but can never have.
You’ve been cast as the harsh and unyielding ruler while I am his
cruel torturer and potential executioner, if it so takes my fancy.
The cock cage plays into that fantasy. In his mind he dances
between his fear about what I might do to him and the possibility I
might allow his release.

Enough already you
two.
Sathi handed Roger the lube and a
condom.

No condom for me?
Hideo wondered.

You're my mates, not my clients. No more
clients for me. There’s no need for condoms except for what Roger
is about to do and that is purely for hygiene’s sake.

Oh! Have you ever, um, played before,
without a condom?

No you will be my
first.
“My Lord, please make yourself comfortable.”
Sathi indicated that he should lie on his back, gracing the black
satin sheets with his royal presence.

Her first! Hideo forgot all about their
voyeuristic prisoner and his predicament. His eyes now were only
for Sathi “My virgin bride.”

Sathi’s cheeks blushed for the first
time in more than a decade. “My liege.” She lowered herself onto
his waiting cock with a speed no real virgin could endure.
Now roll us on our side
.

Hideo wrapped his arms around her, drawing
her satin skinned body against him and rolled a half turn.

You’ve never done this
before have you?
Roger asked out of
curiosity.

No, I’ve never shared before.

I am honoured that you let me, that you
would trust me with your woman.

She’s your woman too. She has made that
clear and I will have her on whatever terms she wishes.

You know I fell in love with her that first
time. When Simon and I shared. I doubt I would ever explored the
other half of my bisexuality if it hadn’t been for the fact that no
woman ever did it for me quite like her.

I would prefer you refer to Simon in that
role as her guru and definitely in the past tense. It is far too
disconcerting to think of Simon with our Sathi.

Yeah I know what you mean.

“
My Lord, are you still mentally
chatting with the royal concubine?”

Hideo laughed at her polite impatience. “Yes
my lady.”

“
And have you come to mutually
agreeable terms.”

“
Yes my lady, I think we
have.”

“
Well then?”

Roger chuckled. He open the lube and
prepared her before gently easing into her.

A large string of expletives issued forth
from Hideo, in Japanese. Then he found a tongue the others could
understand. “Fuck that’s tight.”

“
In good, in deep and in tight. Just
the way I like it.” Sathi managed to murmur before losing her power
of speech as they began to piston within her. It was sweet
synchronised choreography.

“
Oh shit, I’m going to...”

“
Not yet Hid, um your highness.” Roger
pleaded as he tried to stay in character. “Hang in there. Our lady
comes first.”

Sathi grinned, she was in no hurry. The
power and beauty of their rhythm enveloped her as she yielded to a
timeless space where she morphed into some kind of semi-divine
receptacle of their mutual pleasure. An urgent, building need
brought her back as she groaned. “Oh. Ah. Don’t stop. Oh gods...”
Her scream reverberated around the room, cuing Hideo and Roger’s
release. They came simultaneously before collapsing in a sweaty
heap.

“
Hey guys...um I mean my liege. Ah, do
you think?”

A collective groan came from the bed. “You’d
better go and release him.” Sathi nudged Roger.

“
Damn.” Roger struggled to refind his
legs but managed to half fall out of bed and go to Lewis. “Come
prisoner. Come and kneel before your lady.”

Sathi took pity on Lewis’s plight. She
managed to regather her energies and give Lewis a deep and
satisfying head job.

As he watched Sathi looking after Lewis
Hideo decided he did understand some of the attraction of being a
voyeur. Roger smiled at him knowing he’d understood.

Finally Lewis came, letting out a yell that
probably woke the neighbours. Hideo winced. It was basic Japanese
courtesy to consider others. He’d have to look into installing some
sound proofing if Lewis was going to always be this loud when he
came.

As fatigue finally set in they all piled
into their respective sides of the brand new extra large king sized
bed and crashed for the night.

As he drifted off to sleep Roger mused on
whether they should name the hand built bed ‘liege’ sized or just
call it a bed built for four.

Big enough if you don’t
toss and turn.
Lewis warned.

...

Sakla opened the folder on his desk and
frowned. The heading on the project plan said Mining the Great
Pacific Garbage Patch. He picked up the phone and yelled down it.
“Polemarch! What the hell are you on about now?”

“
Did you not read the results of the
assay test?”

No he hadn’t. He’d been ready to dismiss the
foolhardy concept as soon as he saw the title and who was proposing
it. He turned the page to the table outlining what they had
extracted from test samples. Hmm. Now that was interesting. “All
well and good but what would we do with the leftovers?”

“
You haven’t even bothered to read the
executive summary have you? You know your hatred and distrust of me
is going to be your downfall if it's going to blind you like this
to a huge financial opportunity.”

Those three magic words ‘huge financial
opportunity’ just plain did it for Sakla. He dismissed Polemarch’s
jibe and quickly scanned the executive summary.

As if knowing Sakla’s response Polemarch
kept his silence on the other end of the line and waited.

“
Living quarters made of recycled
waste...indestructible interlocking modules...suitable for planned
mining operation on Mars.” Sakla muttered to himself as he read.
“Okay, you’ve got me interested.” As much as he hated admitting it.
He did hate Polemarch these days. “How do we harvest the
it?”

“
Extend the force fields of our
spaceships to surround the stuff. It will need to be done in job
lots as there are millions of tons of it. Transport it to a disused
military site. Somewhere really remote where what we’re doing will
not be discovered. Not sure why but our scientists seem pretty
adamant it needs to be somewhere really arid with no underground
waterways, must be something critical to how the substance is
stored in the short term. Probably loses some of its valuable
properties if it gets wet.” Ludicrous really considering they’d be
extracting the stuff from the ocean but Saklas greed had always
outweighed his intelligence. Polemarch just feigned ignorance on
the subject, carefully saying nothing about the environmental
reasons. “Once it’s processed we ship it off to Mars through that
new wormhole super highway our scientists have been working on
establishing between the two planets.”

“
Well, what you waiting
for?”

“
You’re authorisation of course
Sir.”

“
Don’t you Sir me. I don’t know what
you’re up to yet but as long as you’re making me money I don’t
care. Now get to it.” He slammed the phone down in Polemarch’s ear.
He truly hated he could neither kill nor control the man but he
didn’t need the shit that would hit the fan if Polemarch’s
chronicle of their activities over the millennia ever got
out.

Polemarch turned from putting down the phone
and gave Em a hi-five. Ang beamed at the grouchy old general. She
wrapped him in a hug and did her best not to crush him.

Em wasn't’ too sure he was happy about
Polemarch being hugged by his angel but given the great favor the
man had just done to their kind he could tolerate it, for all of
2.375 seconds. ”Time to head home my angel, the pod’s waiting.”

...

Thex, Simon and Arion sat out in the
afternoon sun on the back verandah, watching Tyra weed. Thex
stroked the hair of the grey tabby cat that rested in his lap.

“
Do you think she fully realizes what
she’s become?” Thex queried

Simon scanned Tyra’s thoughts as she sang to
herself while weeding. “I think she realizes she’s become a Meta
being but not the full extent of her capabilities.”

Arion leaned forward in awe as a couple of
the plants beside Tyra grew visibly. “Wow, did you see that?”

“
Indeed.” Simon mused. “I think Tyra
is going to be one of those rare beings that can heal the plant
life on the planet.” His mind was already racing several paces
ahead, scheming how best to use his mate’s new skills for the
greater good.

“
So why haven’t we ascended to her
level yet?” Thex pondered. He wasn’t in the least bit jealous, just
bemused.

“
Because you two are yet to release
the past and forgive the Din. At the moment you are still entrapped
by the label of ‘victim’. One way to view the 3D virtual reality we
call the relative world is to see it full of victims and
perpetrators. Another sees it as one of students and teachers. Even
that polarity is an illusion, a consequence of the experience of
separation. We judge the separate parts of the whole we perceive
and label them in an effort to define and justify what we consider
ourselves to be. I am this, I am not that. I am good, I am not
evil.”

“
But the Din are the epitome of evil.
They pursue wealth and comfort at the expense of others or the
planets they exist on. There is no limit to their desire for more.
They take no responsibility for their actions. They refuse to look
at what they are or to consider any progression to something
better.” To Thex it was clear as mud.

Simon smiled enigmatically. As if Thex had
just shown him the hand of cards he’d been waiting for.

“
So lets dissect that for a moment.
The pursuit of wealth and comfort. A large home, fast cars,
infinite wealth accumulated through living off immoral earnings,
the use of drugs for mind enhancement. Need I go on.”

“
Simon, you are not evil. Yes you
enjoy the comforts and pleasures of life but you consider others in
everything you do.”

“
Because they are me.”

Thex frowned at that. It was the core of
Malakim doctrine but if you took it to its fullest extent
well...”you are saying, effectively, that the Din are me. But why
would I even need for them to exist as such.”

“
The relative world has many
attractions. In a state of balance it can be a true paradise.
Comfort and plenty for all. But in such a playground it is easy to
start forgetting or even desiring to remember that there is
anything beyond it. We forget the power, the light, the vastness,
infinity and limitless love of the absolute, the other part of what
we are. Whenever the created universe falls into such a forgetting,
as it does cyclically, it projects evil as a reflection of the
worst of the ego’s desires and judgements. The reflection drives us
to look for something we have forgotten.”

“
So the Din are a part of my greater
self trying to wake me up and reconnect with the all-spirit. But I
thought all Malakim were aware of their connection to the
all-spirit. That’s why we are able to be what we are, higher
vibrational beings capable of telepathy, non-local travel and so
on.”

“
The Malakim still exist in the
created universe, just at a higher level. They are still prey to
judging. They can at times fail to feel compassion for the lower
worlds they protect. They can stagnate in their
evolution.”

“
So we are still subject to the
lessons of evil. And Tyra?”

“
Tyra’s connectedness with nature, her
compassion for all beings great and small, allowed her to see past
the illusion that there is something to be judged. Once you
understand that there is nothing to forgive you might get
somewhere.”