“Do you know what the ultimate destination of all of this is?” Rone asked, as casually as he could while holding a glass of juice up to his pet’s lovely lips.
Wirth made a slashing movement with his hand and swallowed his mouthful of food. “I neither know, nor wish to. I am, in the end, a humble merchant.” He fixed Rone with a hard stare. “I recommend you also avoid such speculation.”
“Of course. Sound advice, and you’ve been an excellent host,” he added, stretching and placing a palm against his stomach. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“That sounds like an intent to leave. Surely not? You haven’t had the pleasure of the night’s entertainment.”
Rone couldn’t help looking around the room as if others were about to wander in. “Is this to become a fête?”
Wirth chuckled. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just like to indulge myself and hope you will join me.”
“Of course.”
Mystified as to what he’d just signed on for, yet hoping he might learn more from his host, Rone settled back. He braced himself on one hand while sipping at his drink. He didn’t have long to wait. The four servers returned. What little garments they’d worn while serving had been removed and each boy’s cock stood erect. Their skin glistened with a sparkly oil, giving them an ethereal glow. Thin gold rings encircled their necks, wrists, ankles and dicks. As the boys glided in on graceful feet, all of the rings jingled sweetly, except the ones around their cocks. Those were wrapped tightly around the engorged flesh to keep them hard. The boys lined up before Wirth and waited silently with gazes trained downward.
Wirth stared at his boys and took a sip of his drink before saying, “Begin.”
At the command, the boys started a four-way wrestling match. Their hands slipped and slid over each other’s bodies, each one trying to grasp one of the others and hold him. Their movements, though, were languid, as if it didn’t matter whether any of them actually won the contest. The room filled with their harsh breaths and, every once in a while, one of the boys would moan softly. Hard to miss why, given that they brushed up against each other’s cocks from time-to-time and even grabbed hold of that obvious vulnerability deliberately to gain purchase. As the game wore on, those grabs became increasingly more frequent and the moans were held longer.
The erotic display had the obvious effect on Rone. His own dick hardened, pressing painfully against his fly. He shifted to ease the strain and caught sight of his pet, paying rapt attention to the other boys. Frey’s mouth had fallen open, and his breath came out in quick puffs. His slender dick, well-familiar to Rone now, had also filled with blood and tented the soft material of his pants. Knowing that his pet was aroused increased Rone’s lust. So enthralled was he with his pet’s reaction, he missed when the wrestling changed to more. It was Frey’s reaction that alerted Rone. The human widened his eyes and curled his hands around his thighs.
Rone shifted his gaze back to the entertainers and felt his own arousal jump up. Wirth’s boys had given up any pretense of wrestling and now grappled with each other in an entirely different way. They’d formed a twisted ball of writhing bodies. Each boy’s mouth, hands, dick and ass were occupied with someone else’s mouth, hands, dick or ass. No hole went unattended, filled with tongue or finger or cock. One boy had his face buried in the ass of another, while that same boy sucked down his companion’s rod.
Rone had never seen the like before, and the effect on him was electric. With mindless need, he reached for his pet withouttaking his eyes off the other boys. His fingers brushed up against the human’s silky hair, and Rone used it to drag him over. He didn’t even have to issue an order. Frey understood exactly what Rone wanted and needed. The boy freed Rone’s cock and sucked it down without prompting. Sliding onto one arm, Rone gave his pet better access. Frey folded his body over Rone’s lap and slurped his way up and down Rone’s rigid shaft.
Watching a boy give head to another while having his own dick sucked and licked sent Rone’s senses into overdrive. He tightened his grip and pushed down on Frey’s head to mimic what he saw. He wanted his rod all the way inside, wanted Frey’s lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, wanted to shoot his load down that tight throat the way the boys he watched couldn’t do. They couldn’t come, but he could. With a muted growl, he filled his pet, bucking his hips up at the same time he pressed down. In that moment, it didn’t matter that his pet sputtered and choked around his mouthful. Nothing mattered but the release engulfing his senses.
His chest heaved as if he’d fought a hard battle and his vision blurred for a few moments. Eventually, though, while his erection hadn’t subsided, he did come back to himself, enough to stop smothering his pet. As soon as Rone eased his grip, Frey’s head came up on a gasp. The human took in a great gulp of air. His eyes watered and his lips were shiny with Rone’s cum. More importantly, the boy’s dick remained hard. Rone might have used him roughly, but Frey didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the boy gave Rone a shy smile before sitting all the way up. Rone didn’t like that. Reaching out, he pulled the boy toward him so that the boy’s head and shoulders lay across Rone’s lap. He stroked the bright strands of hair away from Frey’s face and kept petting him, because it pleased him to do so.
Rone shot his host a sheepish smile. “My apologies.”
Wirth inclined his head. “None needed. I understand entirely.” He snapped his fingers, and one of the boys immediately disentangled himself from the ball of bodies and crawled on hands and knees over to Wirth. The male was ready for him, with his dick exposed and available to be gobbled down by the eager boy.
Not truly one to be a voyeur, Rone looked away. He glanced down at his pet. Frey had closed his eyes and his face looked relaxed. When Rone ran his fingers gently down his head, the boy sighed. So, Rone continued the petting, even as he returned to watching the entertainers. Wirth had come already and sent his boy back into the scrum. With their cock rings keeping them erect, there was no relief for them. Rone considered moving his hand down to jerk his pet off, then decided to wait. The idea of using his boy in front of Wirth again didn’t set well with him, for some reason. He wanted to wait until they were in private once more.
The visit with Wirth wore on, the boys’ efforts morphing to more exotic positions and impressive acrobatics. Rone’s dick remained hard, but he ignored it. Instead, he kept Wirth engaged in conversation, with the hopes of learning more. It didn’t pan out—the other male sticking with banal topics—and Rone doing the same, for fear of alerting the guy to Rone’s true intent. Frey had fallen asleep. With his even breathing and lax body, it was obvious. Their journey had been a fairly long one, even by Travian standards, and Rone envied the boy’s ability to lie with his head pillowed in Rone’s lap, oblivious to the goings-on around him.
Eventually Rone took his leave. If nothing else, he hoped he’d cemented a relationship with someone key to the flow of armaments through this part of the Empire. Not having the heart to wake his pet, Rone stood up carefully, lifting the boy into his arms. Frey wiggled and mumbled something under hisbreath, but otherwise settled down. It was easy to carry the boy. He weighed next to nothing. They got more than a few stares as he wended his way back to his ship. Undoubtedly they made a strange sight, the human with hair like starlight, curled against his Travian master’s chest. Rone rather liked it. They had reached a point in their short acquaintance where his pet trusted him enough to sleep in his arms, apparently.
When they reached the ship, Rone shifted his hold on Frey sufficiently to punch in the key code and show his face for the retinal scan. Preen greeted him just within the doorway, its arms folded across its chest.
“About time you showed up. Did you learn anything? And what?”
“Yes. Later.”
Brushing past his other pet, Rone carried Frey into the tiny quarters allotted to the captain for the shuttle. Rone was too tired to leave the station and didn’t want to arouse suspicion by taking off too soon anyway. A little bit of rest, and they could get clearance to disengage from the station in a more leisurely fashion, not that Rone intended to sleep right away. After laying Frey carefully on the narrow sleeping platform, he quickly shucked off his clothing. His erection hadn’t flagged since the intense blow job Frey had given him. It still leaked and ached with a need to fuck his boy. Rone reached down and slipped Frey’s pants off. The boy stirred and his eyes opened to narrow slits.
“Master? What…”
The human didn’t get a chance to finish his question, whatever it was. Rone kneed the boy’s legs apart wide enough for Rone to slide in between them. His dick homed in on his pet’s hole with unerring accuracy, and he pressed it in. With a hiss, Frey wriggled to evade the penetration, but Rone wasn’t in the mood to be slow or gentle this time, any more than he had been atWirth’s. The stress of his mission, coupled with the excitement of finally gaining some traction, eroded any self-control he had. He surged forward to fill his boy’s ass with relentless and mindless intent. The moment his balls slapped against flesh, he stopped to savor the tightness gripping his dick. His boy was so hot and, even though the muscles of his channel pushed to reject Rone’s intrusion, they also pulled him in when they relaxed again.
Mother, he loved being buried in his boy. To show his appreciation and to show his contrition over being so abrupt, Rone licked up the side of Frey’s neck. Frey emitted a high sound in the back of his throat and squirmed. At the same time, he relaxed his hole, so Rone did it again on the other side. He took advantage of the way his show of affection distracted his pet by thrusting shallowly. Lying on top of a boy, face to face, wasn’t something he’d done often. To his way of thinking, the position provided too much intimacy, something better suited to use with one’s mate. Pain seized his heart momentarily. He hung his head while he took a moment to pull himself back from the emotional spiral threatening to suck him in. His face brushed up against Frey’s silky hair and the ribbons wound within it. The strands had a unique sweet smell of their own that he found comforting.
As he lay there, wedged within the narrow V made by his pet’s legs, he humped slowly. His pent-up energy from moments ago dissipated and left him with a desire to savor the pleasure that had fallen into his lap. Frey relaxed within Rone’s embrace as well, and slid his small palms up Rone’s hips to rest them lightly on Rone’s back. It was the first time since Rone had acquired his pet that the human had initiated such contact. The gesture pleased Rone. He could also feel the hardness of Frey’s cock, sprung up between their bodies. His pet was enjoying himself, despite the discomfort of being breached so abruptly.
More confident now that he wasn’t doing his pet any harm, Rone raised his head to lick once more up the sides of Frey’s neck and along his jawline. The boy squirmed and tossed his head, as if to avoid the touch. His eyes were scrunched up and his pert nose wrinkled.
Rone pulled back a fraction. “Don’t you like my affection, pet?”
