K-Zet took the information with obvious delight. “Excellent! I might just have the perfect opportunity for you.” Standing up, he added, “I must confer with my customers. If they are interested in dealing with you, I shall be in touch.”
Rone hid his excitement, affecting a bored air. “I have no current plans to move on from this station. Find me if you have anything to offer, and I’ll see ifI’minterested.”
With an incline of his head, K-Zet sauntered away. Rone watched him out of the corner of his eyes, draining his glass with lazy interest. Once he was sure the alien was out of earshot, Rone turned to Preen.
“This looks promising.”
“Agreed. Watch your back. That one can’t be trusted.”
Rone snorted and tossed his empty glass into the processor. “As if there’s anyone on this whole station whocanbe trusted.”
Tugging his pet gently to his feet, he stood up as well and turned his pet around. Rone couldn’t keep from smiling when he got his first clear frontal look at the boy. With the blue ribbons laced through the white-blond hair, his pet was even more stunning that Rone could have predicted. Having such an attention-grabbing pet would increase Rone’s visibility on the station, and it would goad Arpell into action. Winning the human had been fortuitous indeed. But the success of the mission was not what made Rone’s cock punch up against his fly. That was pure need. His blood raced at a boil. He had to get them back to his rooms and fast or he might take the boy right there. And, while that kind of display would garner even more welcomed attention, he didn’t want to treat his pet so harshly.
“Come,” he said with more force than he intended, and, grabbing his pet by the arm, he tugged him away.
Rone let go of his control the moment the chamber doors closed behind him. “Preen, find a way to occupy your time elsewhere.” Ignoring his companion’s screech of derision, Rone released his pet’s leash from the collar. “Strip.”
He didn’t dare try to remove the boy’s new clothing himself, afraid he’d rend the fabric in two, given his mood. The human moved slowly to comply, placing the package holding his old, worn clothing onto a table with exaggerated care before reaching for the hem of his tunic. Rone yanked at his own clothing while watching as Frey’s smooth, silky skin was revealed, bit by bit. The boy was still too thin, of course, and Rone vowed to feed him as soon as he’d fucked him sufficiently, not that in his present state of arousal he could imagine when that satiated point would come. Rone’s dick already leaked copiously enough that he’d have to change his pants to go out later. He didn’t care. Kicking off his boots, he freed his body from the last of his clothing then grabbed up his pet.
Frey went limp in Rone’s grasp. He blinked up, his pretty eyes that matched his pretty ribbons slightly glazed. His skin felt unusually warm, and his cheeks were flushed. Rone was surprised both at the totally pliant demeanor, even in the face of Rone’s rampant need, and heat where there was usually cold. Then it occurred to him that the fruit drink he’d shared with his pet was fermented. For a Travian, it created a minor relaxation, but for a human, it must have more a soporific effect. Well, that was all to the good. He wanted his pet relaxed when he fucked him.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered with a little shove.
Frey complied with the same languid moves as before. He climbed onto the bed and lay face down with his legs splayed and his head pillowed on his folded arms. The provocative pose, offering up that perfectly round, firm ass for Rone’s insatiable consumption, spiked Rone’s arousal. But he had other plans. His pet squeaked with alarm when Rone scooped him up and maneuvered them both so that Rone lay on his back with his pet straddling his waist. He liked the idea of fucking his pet inthis position. He’d done it often with Mac and had regretted not giving the boy some pleasure while he took his own.
Frey slammed his palms on Rone’s chest and swayed. He blinked rapidly once more, as if trying to clear his head and vision. Rone gave him time to adjust to his position by clasping the boy’s waist only firmly enough to keep him from toppling over. The human was so small, Rone’s fingertips easily met at the small of his back. And as hard as Rone was breathing, he bounced the boy up and down. Mother, he wanted to shift the lithe body back so that he could drive his aching cock into the tight heat he knew was waiting for him. He controlled himself with effort. If he wanted to both make amends and make the unexpected situation better for them both, he needed to be patient and bring the human along for the ride.
Because it was easy to control the human with only one hand, he indulged his attraction to the snatch of white hair curling around the boy’s soft dick. He combed his fingers through the rough strands, much the way he’d done with the silkier ones on the boy’s head. He didn’t tug or pull, not intending to cause pain. But, his exploration had an unexpected, yet delightful, effect. Frey’s cock began to thicken. A small puff of air escaped the boy’s lips. Rone flicked his gaze up and saw Frey staring down at him with wide eyes.
Rone chuckled. “My pretty pet, have you never gotten hard for your master before?” Foolish question. Undoubtedly, Arpell had never bothered with his pet’s pleasure. The poor human would have been lucky to escape tremendous pain in that slovenly male’s arms. The reminder sobered him up. “It’s okay, pet,” he crooned. “This will be good for both of us.”
Frey closed his eyes. A bit of moisture seeped out of the corners. He shuddered and whimpered. “Please, master.”
“Hush.” Rone wasn’t sure if his pet begged for more or less, but he wasn’t about to veer from his course. He could make this good for the boy. Hewouldmake it good.
He relinquished his playing with the strange hair and instead went directly to the source of pleasure. Thin, yet hot, the human dick was easy to wrap within Rone’s fist. It reacted to his touch in the most charming way, instantly getting fully hard. His pet shuddered again and his slight chest rose on a sharp breath. Rone tugged at the stiffened flesh in his hand again, just to elicit the same strong reaction. His boy didn’t disappoint. This time, he moaned as he shimmied within Rone’s loose grasp and the dick pulsed. A small drop of pre-cum gave the most honest response yet, telling Rone that he was having the right effect.
His own dick screamed for attention. It wanted into Frey’s ass, and Rone’s patience had come to an end. Knowing that if he hurt his pet all his effort would go to waste, he used his other hand to scoop up some of his pre-cum for lubrication. He slid his forefinger between his pet’s tight cheeks and swirled the lubricant around the puckered hole. He could tell that tension kept the boy too tight to breach easily. So, he schooled himself to patience and kept up his gentle coaxing until he felt the ring start to relax. All the while, he pumped the human’s cock with long, sure strokes. More cum allowed him to slip his finger inside that snug channel.
The sacrifice of his own desires was rewarded by the wide-eyed gasp he pushed out of his pet when he found the boy’s prostate and pressed against it. It was so convenient for their species to be alike in this regard. And, apparently, no one had ever found this pleasure center on the boy before. His expression was easy to read when, in his surprise, Frey stared down at Rone. Had the boy even known that he possessed such a thing inside his body? Rone swiped his finger down the rough gland once more, then kept it up until his pet couldn’t help but squirm andgasp. He dug his small fingers into Rone’s pecs, and that bite of mild pain drove Rone mad.
Desperate now to bury his dick inside his pet, Rone upped his game. He scooped even more cum with his fingers, making himself shudder with the touch, and slipped them into Frey’s ever-softening ring of muscle. He scissored his fingers to stretch the hole, knowing it would never be enough, yet not having any other choice. The dick in his hand remained hard—the small balls beneath it now tucked tightly against Frey’s body. The boy panted, as if he’d run around the whole universe, and he’d screwed his eyes shut again.
Trying to be careful, Rone pulled his fingers out, clasped Frey’s waist once more, and lifted him up. When he brought the boy down, he positioned him over his upright dick so that it slid between the cheeks. As light as the human was, Rone easily rubbed him up and down against Rone’s cockhead. Eventually, he couldn’t hold back his need any more and on the next downward stroke, he pressed the loosened hole against his dick. Rone groaned and arched his back as he slid into the tight, moist heat. He squeezed the base of Frey’s cock, too, intent even in his mindless pleasure to keep the boy from losing his.
Ignoring the tiny whimper that sounded above him, Rone seated himself within the exquisitely embracing channel. He knew he stretched his pet almost beyond his limit to accept a Travian cock, yet there was no denying that humans made the best fuck toys. No Travian, however willing, could grasp Rone’s dick with such a perfect and hot welcome. If he hadn’t delayed his pleasure, he might have stayed balls deep in that human ass for a long while. As it was, he couldn’t wait any longer. With an unavoidably bruising grip, he raised and lowered the boy with ever increasing speed.
Rone bucked up his hips to greet the boy on each downward pull, slamming their bodies together in a fast and furiousrhythm. At the same time, his conscience reminded him that he had another job to do. He worked his fist over Frey’s dick, hoping he wouldn’t rub it raw in the process, yet determined to make the boy come. The pressure in Rone’s balls built to the point of eruption with very little coaxing. He arched his back again as he spurted into his pet’s ass. Warm, creamy liquid spilled over his fingers at the same time. Frey cried out and dug his fingers hard into Rone’s flesh.
Rone forced his eyes open and saw a look that he believed no other creature in the universe had ever seen—Frey’s face in the throes of ecstasy.
Frey shuffled in his master’s wake. Sore, sleepy and a bit dumbfounded still, he didn’t pay much attention to where he was going or why. He’d spent so much time in his master’s embrace that day, being fucked and jerked off, that his body ached, despite the hot shower he’d been allowed after eating from his master’s hand. His sore hole was nothing new, but his raw dick definitely was. He still couldn’t believe what had happened to him. If someone told him it had all been part of some fevered dream, he’d believe it. And, the way his head felt, he could also believe that whatever Rone had shared with him earlier at the cantina had been alcoholic. No doubt, the drink had relaxed Frey enough that he’d accepted the invasion of his body more easily than he typically did. At least, he wanted to believe he’d been a bit drunk from alcohol and not from his master’s touch.
Rone had made Frey come three times. Three. The only time anyone had ever touched Frey’s dick before had been to deliberately cause him pain. That didn’t count. At the time of his capture, Frey had been a virgin in all possible ways. There hadn’tbeen much opportunity for dating on Five. At first he’d been too young, then his mother’s sickness had consumed most of his time and attention. When she was gone, he hadn’t wanted to do much of anything, except throw himself into work. So, at the ripe old age of nineteen, he’d been the only one to cause his cock to swell and come. He hadn’t really had time to figure out whether he wanted girls or boys. He’d kind of thought either would do. When your dating pool was as small as the colony’s had been, you had to be flexible.
The things Arpell and the other aliens had done to him hadn’t counted, either, as any kind of sexual experience. Rape wasn’t sex. It was violence and torture. Before Rone had taken Frey’s dick in hand, teasing an erection and cum out of it, Frey would have believed that his experience as a slave had killed any interest Frey might have had in sexual pleasure. But, this new master had proven to truly control Frey and his body in a way that Arpell had never done. Frey hadn’t made up his mind about what he thought about it. He was by turns embarrassed, irked at his own weakness and intrigued enough to want to experience it again. He didn’t know which emotions to embrace.
And, what had driven Rone to do it anyway? Once would have been just curiosity. Frey knew that his pubic hair was a novelty to the Travians. He hadn’t been surprised when Rone had started playing with it. But, the alien hadn’t needed to continue with his petting and certainly needn’t have stroked Frey to a climax. Maybe the guy had only intended to see if a human cock reacted like a Travian’s. If that had been the case, then why bother to repeat the process twice more throughout the time they lay in bed together? Rone’s dick had never left Frey’s body, no matter what position he put them both in. The creature had come more times that Frey had been able to count, mostly because Frey had repeatedly fallen asleep. Yet, on two occasions, he’d woken to being jerked off by Rone, even though the malehad clearly not needed any participation from Frey other than to lie there and take the fucking.
