Chapter 2
Chapter two
“They stop struggling once you mount them.”
“Of course they do. They’re so puny, your cock takes up half their body.”
All of the males around the strategy table laughed.
All except Kell. He didn’t see the humor in any of it.
May the Mother and all her Handmaidens damn whatever bureaucrats had decided that he and his crew should be rewarded with human sex slaves.
Granted it was a novel solution to the problem of petty vandals in the occupied territory, given that they weren’t allowed to summarily execute them.
Still, when he’d first learned that human captives were en route, as a gesture of appreciation for the crew’s dedication to their open-ended deployment, he’d very nearly contacted High Command to demand they end the mission if they were so concerned.
It would have been an act of supreme insubordination, something far beyond his normal deportment.
The military was his life’s work, as it was for virtually all males of his class.
Command of this vessel proved his worth to High Command and his home world.
Refusing a rare gift would hardly have spurred his career.
His first officer already coveted the position.
He’d do nothing to fuel a change in leadership.
He couldn’t deny that he’d taken great pleasure in using his prize, either.
His cock throbbed at the mere memory of how it had felt to drive himself into the less than willing body.
The boy was so pretty, with smooth skin covered in soft hair.
A poor substitute for his mate, but still…
alluring and exotic. He wondered briefly if his mate even knew about the human pets.
Probably. Marielle moved in the highest circles of government.
Little escaped her notice, but she’d likely shrugged it off as of little concern.
All males fucked younger ones before mating and after.
It was the Travian way of life, long accepted and even expected.
Many even formed lifelong loving bonds. Females paid scant attention to what games males played with each other. It didn’t matter in the least.
If only the human had been in his bed by choice.
Rape did not sit well with him. Always before, he’d coaxed willing cadets into his bed to enhance their standing and to satisfy his needs.
The younger males enjoyed themselves, too, and racked up bragging rights about catching a senior male’s attention.
Many of his crew had paired up with others to break the monotony of their patrol of this pathetic corner of space.
He cared not so long as order and discipline remained.
As their leader, however, he couldn’t risk showing favoritism.
So he’d remained celibate since bidding Marielle and the eligible male bed partners of his home world farewell.
Until last night, when he’d certainly made up for the lack by forcing someone for the first time in his life.
His stomach clenched in revulsion even as his dick continued to twitch with the memory.
He couldn’t soothe his own conscience by claiming that he’d acted by command performance, either.
Once was duty, nonstop throughout the night was pure indulgence.
His only obligation had been to infuse the human with his scent, proclaim to everyone onboard that the boy was his.
Instead, he’d remained joined to his pet, driving his seed so hard and so deep, it was as if he’d been trying to breed him.
He should have taken more care, gone slower perhaps, at least attempted to prep the boy.
At the time, he’d justified the swiftness of his invasion as a kind of mercy.
Get it over with so they could both sleep.
Yes, that had been the plan and he’d tossed it out an airlock in his brain the moment their bodies had joined.
Hardly a proud moment. He never lost control.
Almost never. Circling the invaded territories had warped his mind, apparently.
He’d been deployed too damn long, his whole crew had. That was the problem.
He’d do better tonight, though. One fuck just to mark the boy anew, no more.
His first officer’s voice pulled him from his reverie. “Don’t let their acquiescence fool you. They aren’t like cadets back home. These little bitches are conniving and willful. They need a heavy hand and often.”
Kell turned to frown at him. Garen was a dedicated crewmember, although a bit too rough around the edges for Kell’s tastes. The back of his neck always itched around the male, as if he had to watch out for an attack.
“Have a care, Garen. All of you,” he added scanning the room full of officers. These were mostly the top-tier for the ship and therefore the lucky recipients of Command’s largesse. There were only so many slaves to go around.
“They are gifts from High Command and should be treated as such. It takes very little effort to control them because they are so small and weak. And Garen is right, they aren’t cadets.
Lying with us isn’t an honor or rite of passage for them.
Of course they are going to fight us until they have time to accept their situation. ”
Garen inclined his head in Kell’s direction, although somehow the sign of respect didn’t come across as such by the arrogant man. “Understood, sir. I only meant to caution everyone that these creatures can’t be trusted.”
Kell gave Garen a look that he hoped conveyed how he wasn’t fooled by the man’s smooth tongue.
“They’re prisoners, so naturally they can’t be trusted.
Which reminds me, I noticed some of you don’t have your boy leashed.
” He looked pointedly at Garen. “As small as they are, they could still slip your grasp and we need to make sure that the ship as well as the pets are secure. When they are not locked in your quarters or their recreation room, they are to be tethered at all times.”
“You’d think they’d be grateful not to have been executed dirt side,” Firth commented down at the other end of the table.
The older engineer was a solid officer and a loyal male, but he was better with machines than with living things. Kell smiled. “I’ve personally given up trying to understand how these creatures think.”
That observation got the laugh he’d intended.
He’d learned from his old captain that the best way to lead was with unwavering strength and an ability to lighten up when a point had been made.
Turning to his junior navigator, he said, “Show us the new course plot based on the orders sent last night, Narith.”
The young male inclined his head. “Yes, sir.” He pushed a few buttons on his tablet and the space above the table lit up with a hologram of the area the ship currently patrolled. “Here’s our current location and here’s where we need to go.”
Kell sat back and studied the map while listening to the navigator.
Only half his attention was on the presentation, however.
The other half was on his human pet. A vision of the boy’s beautiful, yet defiant, face crowded out the vivid constellation in front of him.
As unhappy as he was to be saddled with the boy, he couldn’t deny that his eager cock couldn’t wait for the day to end.
The day had been excruciatingly long, not that there was any way to tell time in the locked space allotted for the humans.
Wid didn’t even know how the Travians marked days and nights, or how long a normal shift was on an alien ship.
To his mind, it seemed as if they’d been cooped up forever.
While it had been a relief at first to be ignored and given time to heal and eat and sleep, now his nerves ramped up in dread of the captain’s eventual return.
He wasn’t the only one, either. The other boys had slowly become more agitated as the time wore on, pacing, biting nails and throwing nervous glances at the doors.
There was no question in anyone’s mind that the aliens would be back, that their abuse would continue.
The waiting ended as it was destined to with the sudden opening of the double doors.
The first creature to enter was a shorter, broader alien that looked older to Wid, although he couldn’t be sure.
The guy went straight to a dark-skinned boy named Jordan.
When the alien’s hand reached out, the boy and most everyone else, Wid included, winced.
But all that happened was the kid got a pat on the head as if he were a fucking dog or something.
Well, better than a blow, although not by much.
Seconds later, the alien led a reluctant Jordan out on a leash.
“I won’t go so easily,” Joel vowed in a quiet voice for Wid’s ears only. Wid promised himself the same thing, although he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep it.
From that moment on, the tension in the room ratcheted up to an eleven.
As each of the boys in turn was collected by whatever alien had the privilege to fuck him, there was either a tussle or quiet acquiescence, depending on the boy.
Wid admired how Joel did as he’d said he would.
Meeting his captor halfway across the room, he took a hard swing at the male.
The alien made a braying sound that might have passed for a laugh as he ducked the punch.
Then he grappled with Joel, shoving him down between his legs.
Within seconds he had collared, leashed and tossed a yelling and cursing Joel over his shoulders.