Chapter 5
Chapter five
The rosy hue of newfound hope colored the rest of Wid’s day.
He’d made it out of the tunnels with plenty of time to clean himself up before the aliens arrived.
The others had picked up the bread he’d thrown after memorizing the locations of the other entryways.
A low buzz of excitement permeated the room, despite everyone’s solemn promise to say and do nothing to give the game away.
He was a little concerned that one or more of the boys might become too close to his captor, perhaps suffer from brainwashing enough to identify with the creature.
That could lead to a misplaced urge to confess what the boys were up to.
Of course, if he were honest with himself, the most likely person in that category was him.
How many of the other boys lay wrapped in alien arms in a post-coming haze?
Like now. He was more than tired. He was satiated and in a way that had nothing to do with the events of the day or the hard workout he’d gotten from another impromptu soccer game. It was the fucking, pure and simple.
They did it face to face. The captain insisted on it when Wid had laid face down without even giving it any thought.
It was more intimate Kell’s way, of course, and made it easier for Kell to angle his cock to stroke Wid’s prostate with every damn thrust. Even if he’d had the energy to resist, his body had changed allegiance.
It was totally on board with being fucked by an alien, his hole opening easily when pressed.
It didn’t hurt much anymore, just a sting as the broad head stretched him open and a fullness once it had fully impaled him.
The rest was pure pleasure, and while part of him hated it, and himself for feeling it, the other part was glad the suffering had ended.
He told himself his willingness was still all a game to lull the alien into laxity, but he wasn’t so sure that was the truth—or, at least not the full truth.
Life on the colony had been hard even before the alien occupation.
There weren’t a lot of luxuries to be had and everyone had been expected to pull their own weight, even the children.
Being a captive gave him his first real opportunity to relax for an extended period of time.
Lying on a soft bed with a belly full of succulent food made him feel pampered.
It was a novel sensation, albeit tainted by the stark fact that it came at a price of being a sex slave.
It was easier to resist the lure of it all when he’d been in pain.
The pleasure jumbled everything up in his mind.
The whole point, he supposed, of why Kell did it.
The captain wasn’t stupid or apparently inherently sadistic.
He didn’t get off on causing pain, so he could employ a strategy of seduction, too, to gain a compliant bed partner.
The whole thing was so fucked up. Still he found himself snuggling in closer to the warmth of his captor as he waited for sleep to claim him.
As tired as he felt, drifting off proved difficult because Kell kept touching him. His large, long fingers carded through Wid’s hair and occasionally tugged on a few strands. It didn’t hurt, not really, but Wid jerked anyway at a particularly strong pull.
“Ow! What are you doing?” he demanded, glancing over his shoulder to glare at the alien.
Kell’s fingers stilled, although they didn’t let go. Instead, the captain rolled Wid so that they faced each other and fixed his gaze on Wid’s head. He threw one of his heavy legs over Wid’s hip to anchor him more firmly to his side.
“I find the color of your hair fascinating. There is nothing other than black in my species.” He ran his fingers through more strands. “It is very soft, too.”
Wid huffed out a breath. “That’s why you picked me, isn’t it?” he asked Kell’s pecs, which were the part of the creature lying at eye level.
“Of course.” The petting continued, gentler this time. Wid hated how soothing he found it. “Although I was drawn to the red-haired boy as well.”
Stuart. It took a second to for him to realize the implication.
If Kell had chosen Stuart, then Wid would have been taken by the sadistic officer.
Perhaps that would have been for the best. Wid would have weathered the abuse better than the younger, smaller boy.
And yet, a strange feeling curled around his guts at an image of Stuart lying in Kell’s embrace instead of him.
It took him a moment to recognize it for what it was—jealousy.
What the fuck! Wid’s mind yanked itself from the thought immediately.
No way he was jealous at the idea of another boy being Kell’s pet.
Really, the only issue was that Stuart wouldn’t have been as adept at playing the alien captain and gaining his trust.
Yeah, that’s all his reaction meant.
Kell tugged again at a few strands of hair. “Why do you keep it so short?”
Wid suppressed a sigh. Apparently the captain was in a talkative mood. “Most of us do, even the girls, because water is so precious on Seven. We can’t afford to use too much of it for bathing.”
Kell said a word Wid’s translator couldn’t provide an English word for. “Barantho.”
“What?
Kell repeated the word. “Barantho. That is the name of the planet.”
Wid huffed out another breath and pushed against Kell’s broad chest in an effort to put some distance between them.
He may as well have tried to move a concrete wall.
“If you cared enough to name it, why didn’t you colonize it, for fuck’s sake?
If we’d detected life on it with our probes, we would never have gone there. ”
Kell used his grip on Wid’s hair to move his head back enough to look him in the eye. “It is not for me to say. I don’t make those decisions. I’m a soldier who goes where he’s ordered and does as he is ordered. Do you understand?”
Wid held his gaze for a few moments before dropping his.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I understand.” The fucked up thing of it was that he did understand.
As a captain of a warship, Kell obviously had to be good at his job to have risen to that rank.
Or, maybe not. The Travians might award positions based on family connections the way they did long ago on Earth in many countries.
Whatever. He knew this particular alien didn’t make policy.
Kell’s cock rose suddenly between them, pressing hotly against Wid’s abdomen. Kell growled, the heavy bass vibrated through his chest and onto Wid’s palms. “It seems I’m not done with you yet this night, pet.”
When Kell shifted to loom over Wid, Wid placed his palms more firmly on the alien’s chest and held him at bay. “But what if I am? Done for the night? I’m tired. I want to go to sleep.”
Kell wrapped his fingers around Wid’s cock. The damn thing swelled with the attention. The captain stared down at him as he coaxed the erection. Wid squirmed against the hold.
“I can’t help that. It’s just biology. I really want to go to sleep. Please?”
Wid expected Kell to ignore his request, but the alien surprised him.
After a few more moments of staring, he slid back to his side, tugging Wid with him so that once again they spooned back to chest. With his captor’s arm and leg hugging him tight and the stiff rod riding the cleft of his ass, but not trying to breach his hole, Wid smiled inwardly.
Two victories in one day. First, he might have found a way off the ship.
And second, he found a way to get around Kell.
Except the second discovery didn’t feel so much like a victory.
It felt more like a relationship. That terrifying thought chased him all the way down into sleep.
When the last of the aliens left the room, the boys got down to work.
As the originator of the bright idea as well as the person to find the first opening, Wid claimed the right to be the first one to go into the tunnels again.
Joel backed him up on it, although every boy that wanted a chance to help map out the ship was given a shift to do so over the next few days.
They also set up a rotation of guarding the doors because it was prudent, even though none of the aliens had ever made a surprise visit.
They couldn’t draw out a map of what they found because they had nothing to write with or on and they couldn’t take the chance of the aliens finding the information, even if they did.
So even the boys like Stuart who didn’t want to crawl around the confining conduits were going to listen to the boys who did describe the paths they’d taken and what they’d seen.
It was going to be a long process, particularly as they’d have to do routes repeatedly to make sure they had memorized them correctly.
Plus the ship had to be huge, with perhaps thousands of tunnels to travel through.
Time was something they had in abundance, though, so they could do it right as long as they didn’t get impatient.
Wid spent hours during the first shift, still going left initially, but taking the first right he came to.
As with the previous day, he had a hunk of bread and laid a piece to mark his path.
The farther he got from their room, the colder the air became until goosebumps rose on his skin.
Ignoring the discomfort, he kept moving and couldn’t hold back the smile when he came upon the first new room.
It was someone’s sleeping quarters, confirming that they were being held on a deck devoted to personal use space.
He kept going and found more. By the time he returned to the boys’ room, he’d seen perhaps a dozen rooms and told the eager crowd around him all about it.
“The biggest news I have,” he told the guys, “is kind of good and bad.” Taking a slug of water, he made a face. “I found a shaft.”
“You mean a way to get from one floor to the next?” Stuart asked.