Chapter 3 #2
Joel shrugged and followed him. Wid waded to the far end of the pool, away from the others, and sat down on the underwater ledge.
A small waterfall cascaded behind them. It kept the water in the pool constantly refreshed.
It was the naturally noisiest part of the large room.
He hissed as his ass hit the hard surface.
Damn, pleasurable or not, the alien cock was hard on his hole.
“Reamed you good, didn’t he?” Joel smirked as he sat, although he gave away his own discomfort with a small grimace.
“Yeah,” was all Wid said in response. He allowed himself a few minutes of mindless soaking before broaching the subject on his mind.
“We need to figure out a way to escape.”
“Huh!” Joel scoffed. “Did that alien cock get high enough up you to scramble your brains?”
“Be serious! I am.”
“Okay, fine. What do you propose?”
Wid licked his lips. “Well, for one thing, I think we should continue to stop fighting them, submit, you know? Make them think we’re cowed so they give us more freedom.”
“You think they’re actually going to do that?
Near as I can tell, they’re going to fuck us senseless during what passes for their night on this tub, drag us here the next day and pick us up at the end of their shift.
Even if they have days off, I expect they’ll keep us in their quarters to amuse them.
I don’t see how we’d manage to get anywhere else and I really don’t know what we’d do even if we could. ”
“We look for the shuttle bay and steal a transport,” Wid said, the plan forming in his mind even as he said it.
“Seriously? Do you really think any of us could pilot one of their crafts?”
“Sure. Why not? How different could it be from the ones you and I’ve flown before?” Both he and Joel had shuttled goods around the different towns of the colony.
“I’m thinking a lot different. Besides, we don’t know where we are. It might be too far to get back home.”
“That’s just something else we have to figure out before we make our move.”
Joel slid his whole body down underwater for a few seconds before he resurfaced to his seat. “I don’t know, Wid. It’s a lot of moving parts.”
“Yeah, but the alternative is to accept our new lives as sex slaves. How does that sound?” he asked with a pointed look.
“Fuck. That.”
“Exactly.” Wid craned his head around, looking at the room floor to ceiling, side to side. He’d done it countless times and he still didn’t see any way to get out of it. The entire room was constructed of smooth opaque material that appeared to be utterly seamless.
“I’ll tell you,” Joel said rubbing at his face. “I think the biggest risk is just going stir-crazy. There’s nowhere to exercise. This healing pool is too small to do laps and there’s just nothing even like workout equipment here. At least when I fight Igor, I get to release some energy.”
“Igor?”
Joel shrugged. “That’s what I call him in my mind. I have no idea what his name is or what he does on this ship.”
“I think my guy’s the captain.”
“He does seem to be in charge.”
“Maybe we should start finding out more about them. You know, cozy up to them, ask questions. If we’re nice enough, they may give us more space to roam around in and that might lead to us finding a way to get the information we need about the shuttles and navigation.”
“It’s not a bad plan,” Joel allowed. “Disgusting, but not a bad plan.” He shuddered.
“I know you kind of swing both ways, so maybe this isn’t as bad for you.
I just hate having the guy put his big mitts on me.
Getting fucked is one thing. He also likes to, you know”—another shudder ran through him—“cuddle, I guess you’d call it. ”
Wid grimaced. “Seriously? You think because I’ve fooled around with other guys that somehow it makes it easier for me to be forced by one?” As indignant as he was at Joel’s assumption, a part of him also felt guilty because of the pleasure he’d taken from the alien.
“Sorry, no,” Joel said with a wince. “That was a dickish thing to say. Besides, I don’t know what I’m complaining about, it keeps me warm anyway.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Joel said, “Do you really think they sent Dawn back to her family?”
“Yeah, of course, why?”
“I just hate to think of her going through this. That’s all.”
“They told her to go and even had to drag her away from you. I don’t think that was some kind of act. Travians may be fuckers, but they seem to be straightforward ones.”
“I guess.” He heaved a loud sigh. “I’ll try it. What you said. I’ll make nice and maybe I can get some info out of him.”
“Good, and I’ll see if I can convince the captain to give us more space to exercise in.”
“Should we say anything to the others?”
“Not yet. If it’s a complete bust, I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up or get them into trouble for trying to play their captor.”
“Fair enough.” Joel held out his hand. “Good luck.”
Wid clasped it and laughed, a bit lighthearted for the first time in days. “You too, buddy.”
“Captain, a moment of your time, sir?”
Kell paused in the corridor and waited for the navigator to catch up to him. “Yes?”
Narith nodded as his feet came to a stop. “Sir, I wanted to thank you again for honoring me with the gift of the human boy.”
Kell waved away the words. “You earned the privilege and I was gratified to see that you were careful with it.”
Narith’s lips quirked up. “Easy enough to do, sir. The boy was docile and accommodating. I don’t know why anyone would need to beat it into compliance.” His eyes widened once the words were out. “I meant no disrespect to the first officer, of course.”
“Of course,” Kell agreed smoothly, even though he felt nothing but disrespect and dislike for the man he’d been saddled with as his right hand.
Narith glanced away. “I’m just happy to have the diversion.
I’ve formed no attachments with any of the other crewmembers, being careful about such things as an officer.
I mated right before deployment as well and”—he shrugged—“I frankly miss her.” His expression brightened on his next sentence.
“She’s sent me word that she is expecting her first child. ”
Kell returned the look. “Congratulations. I hope you have given her a daughter.”
“Thank you, sir. I pray for that as well. It’s the best a male can do for his mate. And,” he added with a shy duck of his head, “I’m looking forward to a child having my scent. Knowing that other males will detect me as her—or his—sire gives me a feeling of pride.”
“Indeed, it should.” Kell didn’t bother to add that no matter what became of Narith’s relationship with his mate in the future, the male would always have that primitive claim to the child.
In a world in which children belonged only to their mothers, the scent bond was a powerful boon to fathers.
To mention it, though, would force Narith to remember that his mate could replace him at any time, and he didn’t think a junior officer on his first long deployment needed that worry.
Kell also didn’t mention that talk of Narith’s impending fatherhood reminded Kell how he had done that very thing for his own mate not so long ago.
It was one of the things that grated on him about this endless patrolling.
He hadn’t had a chance yet to hold the new baby.
The Mother only knew when he would. It wasn’t proper for a captain to become overly familiar with his crew, however, so he kept his thoughts of longing to himself.
“I know that human boy is a poor substitute for being with your mate, but I hope it gives you some pleasure.” Kell also hoped the junior officer took these final words as the dismissal he intended. There was an endless amount of work to be done as the captain of such a large cruiser.
“It does, sir. It’s small and soft, more like being with a female than another male.”
The observation punched at Kell’s dick. His own pet was also small, although not really soft.
The human had well defined muscles for all his leanness.
And he was troublesome enough that fucking him was exhausting on an undesirable level.
Except he hadn’t been difficult the night before or even that morning.
Not really, not physically at least. The defiance had still been there.
“I hate you.”
Kell hadn’t doubted the veracity of those words flung at him even as the boy’s body had bucked under his.
They had stung, but what did he expect? The boy lay underneath Kell by force, after all.
He held no illusions, either, that just because he was able to wring orgasms out of the human that it meant the boy had become a willing partner.
It was merely survival mode, an effort to get through the ordeal with as little pain as possible.
If Kell had his way, he wouldn’t touch the creature at all.
Duty called, however. He couldn’t afford to pass a gift from High Command along to some other officer so soon—or ever, really.
His crew would view it as a sign of weakness.
If the crew didn’t detect his scent strongly and consistently on the boy, they’d begin to wonder if he was fit for the captaincy, just the opening Garen would likely pounce on to undermine Kell’s authority.
Right. It was his devotion to duty that had him fucking the human multiple times at night and first thing in the morning, not the overwhelming need for release or the stress of his position or just plain loneliness.
Not. At. All. And he wrapped himself around that slender body so his pet would stay warm, not because it felt so damn good to have someone in his arms, even someone who despised him.
Realizing that he’d stood staring past Narith for too long, he mentally shook himself.
“You are correct. They aren’t like our usual male bedmates.
They are slaves, unwilling and not inclined to view our attentions as anything positive in their lives.
Have a care to not become too complacent with them. ”
“Of course, sir. Good day to you.” With another nod, the navigator continued on his way.
Kell did the same, mulling over his advice to the younger male and wondering if he, himself, would be able to take it.
“May I ask you some questions?”
Wid blurted out the words as soon as the alien settled against his back.
The nighttime rape had been reduced apparently to one fuck—or at least one fuck for now.
He knew better than to count on it being over for the entire night.
Once again, he’d capitulated without any kind of fight, and once again, the son of a bitch hadn’t been content to only get his own rocks off.
No, he’d rubbed one out of Wid, too. It was humiliating, yet useful for the plan he and Joel had agreed on.
He needed to focus on the goal, not the way his body still shuddered from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
If he didn’t start the dialog now, he’d give in to the temptation to fall asleep.
The alien’s knee stirred between Wid’s legs and his arm tightened around Wid’s chest before he answered. “If you must.”
The guy sounded so tired and weary, Wid almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
“Are you the captain?”
“Why do you ask?” The voice held perhaps a hint of suspicion.
Wid wiggled closer to the large body behind him, hoping it would seem affectionate, but not so much so that he’d give the alien’s cock any ideas. “You’re the biggest Travian I’ve ever seen and the others are so respectful of you. I just wondered.”
That’s right, butter him up. Christ, if they’d been lying facing each other, Wid might have tried batting his eyelashes. As Joel had said, disgusting. Still, worth it if it worked.
“Size is of no matter, but yes, I am Kell, the captain of this vessel.”
“Captain Kell,” Wid repeated, trying to put the same guttural spin on the ‘k’ that the alien had. “Is that what I should call you, then?”
“No. You call me ‘Master’, pet.”
Wid stiffened a half second before he caught himself and made his muscles relax. It was only a word. He could force it past his lips if it helped him to escape. “Yes, Master.” You egotistical fucker. “My name is Wid.” Not pet, asshole.
The alien grunted and shifted and God damn it, that cock started to stiffen. “That sounds almost like a Travian name.”
Wid worked to keep his breathing even, pretending he didn’t feel what he couldn’t help but feel pressed against his ass. “My name is actually William. Everyone calls me Wid.”
“You humans are strange. Why give you one name then call you by another?” The hand across Wid’s chest roamed up and down.
“My older sister had trouble pronouncing it, so what she said stuck.”
“Ah,” the captain said, sliding his now fully hard dick between Wid’s ass cheeks. “Sisters must be appeased.”
Wid didn’t know what to do with that observation.
Of course, an equal measure of fear and anticipation worked to quickly chase rational thought out of his head.
Well, he’d known it was risky keeping the creature awake and talking.
Nobody to blame other than himself. Fuck!
The captain moved his hand to Wid’s spent cock and gripped it tight.
“What did they really do with Joel’s girlfriend?” he cried out, partly in a desperate bid to slow things down, but also because he was really concerned, regardless of what he’d told Joel earlier.
The captain continued to hump his crack. “I do not know what you speak of.” His tongue lapped up the side of Wid’s neck.
Cringing, Wid explained. “There was a girl with some of us when we were captured. They said they were sending her home. Do you think they did that? Master,” he added on, because that was the freakish game they played.
“They would have sent her back to her mother. Of this I am certain.” The alien pressed against Wid, rolling him onto his stomach. “We do not fuck human girls, only pretty boys like you, pet.”
With a growl, Kell mounted Wid, pushing his massive dick once more into Wid’s already loosened hole. Question time had ended, and as the alien drilled his slave into the bed, Wid’s traitorous body joined the party.