Chapter 4 #2
His internal timer told him the playing needed to come to an end.
His officers had taken time out of their rest to allow this, and as strict and tight as their schedules were, he couldn’t afford to have them thrown too far off it.
He went to a wall and reached inside the storage container to pull out drying clothes.
Tossing one to each of the others within reach, he ordered, “Make sure your pet is dry before taking it out into the cold corridor.”
He strode into the melee of the game, his mere presence stopping them. Hating the flash of disappointment on his pet’s face, he felt compelled to soften the blow. “You will be brought back here tomorrow,” he reassured them and ignored the looks of surprise on his officers’ faces.
When he reached his pet, the boy tried to take the cloth from Kell’s hands.
Kell pulled it away from his grasp and instead wrapped it around the boy’s shoulders.
The human was his responsibility and by the Mother, he would see to his care.
With vigorous strokes, he wiped the sweat from the smaller body, starting with the pretty hair that was darker than usual from wetness.
He worked his way past the scowling face and down the well-defined torso that glistened and smelled delightfully spicy.
The rosy nubs on the boy’s chest were hardened points that he could feel through the thin cloth.
They begged to be tweaked and laved, and it was hard to resist their lure.
Decorum stayed his impulse and forced him to be clinical, if not rough, in his efforts.
His pet stayed motionless throughout the drying until Kell brushed against the flaccid cock lying between braced legs.
With a hiss, the boy pulled back. Kell held him in place with a firm grip on his slender hip, but didn’t linger on the tantalizing flesh, nor cup the balls hanging low behind it.
Instead, he moved on to the legs. His human pet was slight in stature, yet he was every bit as firm as any Travian.
No matter how young he’d seemed while playing, this was no child.
Kell turned the pet around to dry his shoulders and back, admiring the supple sway of the boy’s spine.
The perfectly high and taut globes of his pet’s ass proved to be particularly tempting.
Tightening his grip on the cloth, he ran his forefinger through the sweaty crease.
He paused for only a moment at the tightly puckered hole and pressed.
Not enough to breach it, just enough to soak up any moisture and to satisfy his own seemingly insatiable need for this boy.
His pet quivered under the touch, but otherwise didn’t move or make a sound.
He was a proud creature and brave, and knowing it made Kell even more pleased with his choice.
He didn’t want a cringing, damaged thing in his bed, notwithstanding his cruel treatment.
His boy, Wid, had defied him valiantly and even in his capitulation retained his composure.
He deserved to be rewarded for his strength and Kell resolved to give him leniency that night.
Dropping the cloth on the floor, he pulled out the leash and hooked it onto the collar.
He didn’t so much lead the boy out as escort him with a firm grip on his arm.
Wid came with him without protest, clearly tired.
When they reached Kell’s quarters, he released the boy from the leash, then brought him water.
Wid gave him a skeptical look for a second before accepting the drink and downing it with long gulps.
When he was done, he held the container out to Kell.
“More?”
“No, thank you, sir,” Wid replied and turned to climb on the bed without being told or tossed.
Kell prepared for bed in his usual quick fashion, and he couldn’t keep his cock from being hard already.
The rubdown alone had been enough to send blood to his dick.
Seeing the human lying on his stomach, offering his ass up to Kell, sent a throbbing beat through his balls.
He wanted to dive right in and bury himself inside the human’s body.
But the boy had been fucked plenty in the last few days.
Kell could be disciplined enough to grant him a reprieve.
“Move over and sit up,” he ordered slowly in Travian. Arousal and agitation made it hard to speak in English even though he prided himself on being fluent in the simple language.
The pet stared back at him for a few seconds before complying.
Kell stretched out on his back where the boy had lain and reached for his hand.
Placing it on his straining cock, he forced the smaller fingers to squeeze.
Normally he was a fairly quiet fucker, but he let out the moan fueled by those smooth digits pressed into his flesh.
He released his hold and closed his eyes, waiting for the boy to bring him relief.
It wouldn’t be anywhere near satisfying enough, but when he spent, his scent would touch enough of the human to be detectable the next day.
Given how often and deeply he’d already imbedded his scent, his crew wouldn’t notice the difference and question Kell’s claim on the human.
Nothing happened, though. His pet simply held Kell’s dick without moving. Mildly irritated, Kell opened his eyes again and saw his pet staring down at where their bodies touched. An odd look marred the pretty face. Kell placed his hand over the human’s again and tugged up.
“Do you not know how to do this thing?” he asked, this time in the boy’s language so there would be no confusion. He stroked himself with both their hands for emphasis before once more letting go.
His pet flicked his glance up to Kell’s face, then bent down and wrapped his lips around the head of Kell’s cock.
The act surprised Kell so much that he failed to utter any response except a gasp of pleasure.
With his eyes wide open, he watched his pet struggle to take as much of his rod into that small, pretty mouth as he could.
Kell’s cock was too long and wide for much more than the head to be cocooned in the warm wetness.
He forced his hips to remain still, to not surge upward as they wanted to do.
He didn’t want to choke his pet, after all.
This was an unexpected pleasure and he treated it the same way he would if his mate were granting him this boon—with the exquisite care a smaller and more fragile bedmate deserved.
What he lacked in swallowing ability, the human made up for with his hands.
One clasped Kell’s shaft and stroked in lazy rhythm with the sucking of the pet’s mouth.
The other fondled Kell’s tight balls. The coordinated assault drove him mercilessly closer to his release so fast that soon he clutched at the bedding.
He wanted to plunge his fingers into the exotic light hair of the bobbing head leaning over his body.
He dared not, however, afraid he’d claw and wrench and pull with each twist of his growing need.
The pretty boy licked his way up Kell’s shaft before swirling his clever tongue around the glans.
When Kell hissed his pleasure and encouragement, his pet turned his face to look at him from under long, lush lashes that were better suited for a female.
There was seduction in that glance. The little shit knew exactly the effect he had on Kell and relished it.
Fuck him, but that was hot! He couldn’t hold out.
With a shout, Kell grabbed that beautiful hair and yanked the boy off his cock.
Teeth grazed against his shaft before it left the human’s mouth, the pain adding to the pleasure.
His balls emptied in quick bursts of cum shooting out of his dick and splattering the pet’s face as Kell held it in place over his body.
The boy gasped at the gentle assault, sputtered and tried to pull away.
Kell wouldn’t let him escape his position.
He’d shown concern for his pet by sparing him the belly-full of cum, but by the Mother, he would drench the boy in his scent for all to smell.
He tried to even his breath as the orgasm receded, to relax his body and especially his hold on the boy.
Instead, another guttural sound pulled itself from out of his chest. Rearing up, he flipped his pet onto his back and covered him.
The boy looked up at him with an expression easily read as alarm.
Kell’s cum smeared across his cheeks, nose and lips.
Kell stared back for long seconds before leaning down and licking the boy’s mouth.
He hadn’t had occasion to taste himself since first exploring his body as a lad and now it mingled with the foreign, yet delicious, taste of the human.
He liked the combination. He liked his pet.
It was no longer possible to pretend he played with his pet out of pure duty.
He licked up one cheek and said, “Wid.” Then he licked the other one and said, “Mine.”
As Kell continued the cleanup, the boy said nothing.
His body, though, spoke clearly. His pet was hard, the rod pressing against Kell’s hip.
Had the boy been like that as he’d tended to Kell’s need?
Kell had been too far gone to notice. No matter.
He was now and Kell was happy to grant the unspoken request. Timing his strokes of the boy’s cock to the laving of his face, he quickly brought his pet to completion.