Rone carded his fingers, though, through the loose strands of Frey’s hair between the new braids. The touch soothed Frey’s jangling nerves. He heard Rone take a long swallow of his drink. The guy seemed entirely uncaring of the other creature’s presence or any need to respond to his questions. After a long period of silence, Rone finally answered.
“I am no one of consequence by my people’s standards, regardless of the accident of my birth. I am, however, a male in search of opportunities.” Another moment of awkward silence ensued, punctuated by a gulp of liquid. “I’ve heard this station might offer some.”
The cryptic response seemed to please the lizard man. He slurped down his own drink and left his mouth open wide in a freaky form of a grin. “Ah, yes. There are so many different species in the known universe, yet we all seem to be driven to obtain things of value. I myself deal in, shall we say, exotic goods.”
Rone’s petting paused a moment. “I doubt you’ll find much of that here. My own interests are more basic, shall we say?” His snarky tone came easily through the translator. Frey couldn’t help but be impressed with his master’s laid-back attitude. Nothing fazed him.
“Indeed? I understand. There is always a market for everything, and I have many contacts here and on other stations.” When Rone said nothing in response, the alien continued. “I can be a useful ally for those that impress me, such as yourself.”
“For a small fee, of course.”
Rows of razor sharp teeth flashed again. “Of course. However, you’ll find that I am a reasonable fellow. I always deliver, and as a small proof of my usefulness, I would be delighted to exchange your unexpected winnings into something more lucrative for you. Such an exotic creature would fetch a high price.”
Rone’s fingers stilled once more. With an alarming swiftness, the Travian grabbed Frey by his shoulders and, pulling him up, turned him around. In the blink of an eye, Frey found himself facing his master’s crotch. Already the package he’d felt there had grown with a hardening cock. Pressure on the back of his head moved him forward. The unspoken command was clear.He’d been here many times before. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he reached up and opened his master’s fly. He told himself that no matter how humiliating it was to service his master in public, it paled in comparison to being sold to the loathsome lizard man. If Frey gave a good blow job, maybe Rone would keep him.
Rone increased the pressure, tightening his fingers against Frey’s skull. “I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood my feelings on Arpell’s unusual wager. I find I like owning this particular pet. It has a certain skill that I appreciate.”
The hot and heavy dick sprang free the moment Frey pushed the fabric of the pants aside. Pale as Travians were, this part of them darkened a bit, just like with humans. A thick, bluish vein pulsed up the underside of the shaft, another testament to how much like humans the species was. A pearly drop of cum pulsed up from the tip, even as Frey licked his lips to take the dick more smoothly into his mouth. By the time he actually sucked down the large head, even more pre-cum had leaked out. Travian balls produced a copious amount of fluid before, during and after coming. And while Frey loathed the taste, he much preferred giving a blow job to being fucked, especially in public.
He relaxed his throat as he’d learned to do, otherwise he’d gag immediately when his master thrust deep inside, except that didn’t happen. Despite keeping a death grip on Frey’s head, Rone didn’t choke him with the long and thick alien cock. Instead, he let Frey control the descent. Frey knew a moment of surprise but didn’t question his good fortune. He clasped the base of the rod and sucked on it as best he could. He’d learned from his time with Arpell to make liberal use of his tongue, laving while he vigorously sucked. The better he made the blow job, the happier the male he serviced would be, and the faster it would be over. Sure, sometimes the repellent aliens who’d made use of his body had liked to simply face-fuck him. They’d enjoyedmaking him gag and struggle with tears streaming down his face. Most of them, though, liked it better when he acted as if the cock in his mouth were his favorite treat.
Rone was different, unlike any of the other aliens. He not only let Frey set the pace, he also didn’t react in any noticeable way. Other than the dick expanding and pulsing within Frey’s mouth, Rone appeared blasé about the whole thing. The Travian silently sat, sipping at his drink, through his pet’s sucking and laving. If he enjoyed the experience, he seemed above showing it. When Frey dared to peer up, at a point at which just the leaking head rested in his mouth, he met his master’s heavy-lidded stare. Those freaky all-black eyes made it impossible to read the thoughts behind them. Yet, Frey didn’t perceive any menace, and that was something. He dropped his gaze, not wanting to be accused of insolence, and he redoubled his efforts. His master might not be moved much by the attention from his pet, but Frey could feel the lizard man watching avidly. It creeped Frey out too much to dawdle over his task.
Rone made the slightest of sounds as he came suddenly. Frey almost missed the onslaught. Arpell had always grunted obscenely before flooding Frey’s throat. The only warning he got from this new master was an extra swelling of the dick lodged in his mouth. He managed to swallow every drop, though, just as he’d been trained to do. Letting any of it dribble out of his mouth had always earned him a swift punch. His stomach tried to rebel, as usual. He hated the bitter taste that splashed back on his tongue. He pushed down the bile and kept working his throat to get it all down until Rone’s dick stopped pulsing.
When he tried to pull back and let go of the cock, his master allowed him, although he didn’t release his hold on Frey’s head. Instead, Rone did something truly shocking. He stuck his drink against Frey’s lips and wordlessly commanded his pet to open his mouth once more. Frey did as he was told, like a good littleslave, and realized he was grateful for it when a sweetish liquid replaced the cum. By the time Rone pulled the vessel back, Frey had a nice taste lingering in his mouth. Pathetically grateful for the consideration, he looked up at his master and, for the first time since his capture, he smiled.
Chapter Three
Ronestaredbackathis pet, momentarily flummoxed by the human’s expression. The simple act of turning his lips up, even for a second, made his already beautiful face even more radiant. Pathetic, really, that something as basic as being given a bit of Rone’s drink to wash away the cum in the boy’s mouth would produce such obvious gratitude. It saddened Rone a bit to face the obvious reality that this delicate creature had been so tortured while in Arpell’s control that any kindness would be greeted with unguarded joy. It also made him mad. There was no need to be cruel with humans when they were so easily controlled. He looked forward to Arpell making his move against him soon, so that he could have the satisfaction of beating the male to a pulp. And if Rone’s own guilt over his treatment of Mac and Frey fueled his ire, so be it. No doubtArpell would give almost as good as he’d get. Rone deserved a pounding, too.
Rone carefully kept his thoughts and feelings from showing on his face. The purpose of the blow job had been to demonstrate to K-Zet how fiercely Rone guarded his possessions—and with ice-cold detachment. He’d been careful to rein in his reaction to the exquisite pleasure he’d experienced while his dick had been cocooned within Frey’s delightfully small, warm mouth, lavished by the attention of a well-trained tongue. He couldn’t afford to dwell too much on why the human excelled at the task. Perhaps he’d been a cocksucker before his capture. No matter. What was done was done, and the little show had proved Rone’s ruthlessness. K-Zet’s race was well known to Rone, and it was a brutal one. They were callously efficient in battling their enemies and had come to admire the Travians’ ability to be equally so.
Although Rone would like to have shared more of his drink with his pet, he’d already risked showing K-Zet weakness by doing so the first time. Instead, he barked out a command. “Close me up.”
Frey’s body quivered briefly in response to the abrupt words, then he did as he’d been told. With swift efficiency, he tucked Rone’s spent cock back into his trousers and closed the fly. The boy even smoothed Rone’s tunic back over his thighs before sitting back with his head bowed. Rone had an urge to pick Frey up and cradle him in his lap, but that show of affection just wouldn’t do. So, as a compromise that had the added advantage of looking possessory, he propelled the boy forward by pressure on the back of his head. Rone maneuvered his pet so that he knelt snug within the V of Rone’s legs, the side of his face lying against the very top of Rone’s thigh.
He doubted the boy was entirely comfortable in the position, but it served Rone’s purposes, and it would let Frey doze off if he needed to. In Rone’s albeit limited experience, humans seemedto need a lot of rest. Besides, the heat of the boy’s body seeped through Rone’s pants, and his warm breath wafted over Rone’s balls in detectable fashion. His dick responded to the proximity with predictable interest. It hardened again, eager to play. Frey stiffened, obviously aware of his master’s response. When he shifted as if to lift his head, Rone held it in place. As tempting as it was to go another round with his pet, he had work to do.
Rone leaned against the wall behind him, settling into a lazy position. He ordered another drink from the processor and flitted his gaze over K-Zet, who had been silently and avidly watching Rone’s every movement. “As you can see, the thing is quite useful. Arpell was an idiot to ever wager it. I doubt there are two tighter holes in the known universe.”
Within his clasp, Rone felt the boy flinch. Rone subtly stroked his fingers on the boy’s head in silent apology, although he doubted the human received that message. Anything more overt, however, would undo his careful efforts with K-Zet. Rone snatched up his new drink and swallowed some down. He peered at the alien over the rim of the glass.
K-Zet hissed and bared his teeth. “Forgive me. I can see that a male of your quality isn’t interested in just easy earnings. What, may I ask, would gain your attention?”
Rone didn’t answer right away. He took his time, concentrating on his drink, as if he weighed how much he wanted to engage with this alien. Finally, he said, “I’m interested in commerce, as it happens. The buying and selling of certain goods can be quite lucrative, and while even a female of my caste would consider being a merchant beneath her dignity, my sensibilities are not so delicate. And yet, that very caste gives me an edge.”
He let his own teeth show in a broad mimic of the alien’s smile. “No one expects a male named Rone to be shipping anything.”
K-Zet’s hooded lids raised. “Ah. I see your point. While one meets many Travian males in stations such as these, it’s never clear whether the names given are real.”
Rone studied his drink for a moment, took another swallow before answering, his gaze piercing the alien’s. “I can assure you that I am exactly who I claim to be. If any of your customers are looking for a conduit above reproach to funnel merchandise to Travia Prime, I’m the male to do it.”
K-Zet leaned forward. “Do you have a vessel?”
“Alas, no. That requires more credit than I have. But, if one were inclined to give me one, I could assure a safe delivery of anything to any port on the home world or another station. I don’t even require a pilot, as I possess that skill myself.” He paused for effect. “You see, it’s not just that I am born to the highest caste, I am also of the First House.”
He leaned back, letting the alien absorb that information and its implications. Rone kept his concentration on his drink and the light petting of Frey’s head that he’d kept up during the entire conversation. The human remained pliant, leaning against Rone’s thigh, his breathing even and slow. The boy might actually have fallen asleep and that was all to the good. This impromptu meeting with K-Zet was the first real success Rone had experienced since setting out on his mission. The possibility of getting closer to the illegal arms network sent his adrenaline pumping. Once this conversation ended, Rone would need an outlet, and his human pet would give him one. Besides, he needed to mark the boy again. And if that wasn’t a rationalization for giving into his baser needs, nothing was.
