Chapter 4 #3
The human slammed his eyes shut as he came and a small whimper passed his now-clean lips.
Kell brought his fingers up and lapped a bit of the human cum.
Yes, surprisingly sweet with a bit of sharp tang.
He wanted his pet to taste them together, so he swiped some remaining cream on the boy’s face and pressed his fingers into the boy’s mouth.
His pet’s eyes popped open and he tried to turn his head to avoid the invasion.
With his fingers still tangled in the human’s hair, Kell stopped the effort.
He forced his fingers farther in and slowly fucked the mouth with them.
Eventually the boy stopped fighting him and relaxed in Kell’s hold.
He swirled his tongue around Kell’s fingers and made a face.
Kell laughed. “You don’t like the taste of us together?”
The boy shook his head mutely in the human way of saying no.
Stubborn boy! Kell slid his fingers out and gathered his pet in his arms. Wrapping his legs around the smaller body, he closed his eyes and willed them both to sleep.
“At the risk of belaboring the point, are you sure all that alien cock hasn’t scrambled your brains?”
Wid spared Joel an eye roll before returning to his task.
He couldn’t blame the guy for asking, given that Wid was slowly traveling around the room with his hands pressed against the wall.
He didn’t care if he looked like a lunatic, and because he still worried that they were being monitored, he didn’t want to explain himself.
Not yet, anyway. If he found what he was looking for, he would have to confide in at least Joel.
He’d also have to decide whether it was worth the risk to continue, even with the possibility of discovery.
Keeping his eye on the smooth surface that he ran his palms over, he said, “I’m not sure of anything right now, to be frank. I don’t know whether to be happy that they let us run around last night or be suspicious that they only did it because they have something more in mind.”
“Like what?” Joel asked around a mouthful of food.
As with most of them, the guy tended to graze throughout the day, eating being one of the few things that broke the monotony.
Not to mention that none of them had ever experienced having such a large quantity or variety of food at their disposal in their entire lives.
Earth food had become mostly synthetic and the land on Seven couldn’t support more than a few different crops at one time.
The abundance offered on the alien ship was too enticing to resist.
Wid shrugged. “I can’t even begin to imagine. I’m just naturally suspicious.”
“Well, if you ask me, you just did a good job of advocating for us. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he said as nonchalantly as he could.
Joel was undoubtedly right. Kell had given them additional privileges because Wid was playing nice.
It was both gratifying and worrisome that his strategy at seduction had worked so quickly and so well.
It was too easy to get wrapped up in his own game and not know at what point he might cross the line into genuine cooperation and pleasure as opposed to just ‘playing’ the alien captain.
The previous night was a case in point. It had been a purely calculated move to take that massive cock in his mouth instead of giving the hand job that the captain had expected.
The captain’s reaction had proven that it had been the right strategy.
Then the tables had somehow turned. Instead of loathing the foreign object in his mouth, he’d savored it.
The alien flesh tasted of some exotic flavor he couldn’t compare to anything else he’d ever known.
He’d intended to make a perfunctory effort, just enough to appear to be an eager yet bumbling lover.
But he’d found himself working the rod with genuine enthusiasm, and had tried to take the massive thing as far down his throat as he could.
He’d wondered with stomach clenching anticipation what Travian cum would taste like.
Kell had robbed him of the chance, at least for a moment.
In a blink of an eye, Wid had found himself lying under the guy, that soft, hot tongue lapping at his face.
The feel of those strokes had sent shivers down his body and more blood to his cock.
The bastard had easily wrung an orgasm out of Wid’s traitorous body.
The final fucking insult was those fingers invading his mouth, giving him the taste Wid had wanted, though not just of Kell, but of their mingled cum.
He shuddered at the memory, but not in revulsion.
He should have been disgusted, repulsed, as he had been the one time when he’d first figured out what to do with his dick and licked up a little of what he’d miraculously produced.
He should have puked all over the guy. Maybe he would have if it had tasted bad.
It hadn’t. Somehow the alien cum had mixed with his own to create a luscious flavor of sweet and salty. Delectably satisfying.
God, what was wrong with him?
As he reached the part of the wall where he’d started his journey, he grunted in frustration.
Nothing. The wall seemed to be truly solid up to the six and half feet or so he’d been able to test. Still, he couldn’t give up.
Seeing the Travian reach into a compartment that looked solid until it was breached gave him hope that there were similar openings in this room.
Not that it guaranteed any of them would be of use if they were there.
He had to try, though. There might be a way out and he couldn’t count on exercise time to give them any opportunity.
If anything, the Travians had guarded them more closely outside of this room.
Perhaps an opening existed higher than his reach. How to test for it was the problem.
“What exactly are you doing?” Joel asked.
Wid looked at him. The guy had a handful of a grape-like fruit, small, roundish and attached to a stem. An idea formed. “Let me have those.”
“Okay,” Joel said after a beat.
Wid took the food, plucked one piece off, and tossed it against the wall a little higher than his hand could reach.
The ball of fruit bounced off the wall and landed somewhere behind him.
He did the same thing a couple of feet from the first spot and again it simply bounced away.
He tamped down growing frustration. This wasn’t going to happen miraculously quickly and what difference did it make anyway?
They had an overabundant supply of time.
This at least gave him something to do. Slowly he worked his way down the wall.
Joel shadowed him and said nothing for the first dozen tries or so. Then his curiosity got the better of him. “What in holy hell are you doing?”
With a sigh, Wid looked over at him. He might as well tell the guy.
What harm could confiding in someone else do?
Either it was going to work or it wasn’t.
Either they’d get caught trying to escape or they wouldn’t.
So he explained to Joel what he’d seen the previous night and what significance it might hold.
Instead of scoffing at him, Joel said, “I’ll get some more and start on the opposite end of the room.”
His friend scurried over to the display of food, elbowed his way past a couple of other boys and grabbed a handful of the fruit.
Wid watched as Joel stopped at the far end of the room and began tossing pieces of it at the wall.
Okay, maybe his brain was fine after all.
It wasn’t a crazy idea if Joel believed in it too.
Or maybe Joel’s brain was equally fried by their abuse.
Whatever. He couldn’t stop the broad grin from breaking out as he returned to his task.
Some hours later, how many he couldn’t guess, he met with success.
Without the benefit of the sun or a clock, time was distorted in their weird prison.
He’d long since settled into a mindless rhythm of tossing and moving down a foot or so before doing it again.
He was afraid to leave too wide a gap between tries and miss any opening there might be.
When the fruit ran out, he’d switched to little sticks of some kind of vegetable.
Now he was back to the fruit because once the other boys noticed what he and Joel were doing, they’d had to come clean with all of them.
It didn’t make sense for more than two of them to work the room because they’d only trip all over each other and spaces could be missed that way.
The others made themselves useful by picking up the used pieces and handing those that were still intact back to Wid and Joel for reuse.
And they took turns watching the door in case any of the aliens came in.
He was so much on autopilot than when one of his projectiles disappeared through the wall, he almost missed it.
Blinking rapidly, as if his eyes were fooling him, he tossed another piece in the same place.
It too sailed through an opening that became visible for only a second as it was breached.
Wid whooped loudly before clamping his hand over his mouth.
If they were being monitored, apparently the aliens didn’t appreciate what they were doing, or it wasn’t a visual spying.
Regardless, they needed to keep quiet, just in case.