Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Eventually Kell’s yelling died out and the others took their cue and went silent again. “Clean up this mess,” he ordered with a withering glance at Garen’s body. “And get back to the stations I assigned you.”
As the crowd dispersed, Kell strode toward Wid.
His commanding gaze mesmerized Wid so much that when the alien reached for Wid’s weapon, he gave it up without a qualm.
Passing it off to the nearest crewmember, Kell grabbed Wid by the arm and propelled him forward.
Wid didn’t understand where they were going until he found himself being shoved into what clearly served as some kind of office.
The captain’s ready room, of course. He had barely a moment to realize where he was before Kell bent him over a flat opaque surface.
Wid knew what was coming and willed his body to relax.
Kell breached Wid’s hole and filled him to the bursting point with a single thrust. Wid’s lungs emptied on a gasp as he absorbed the pain and worked to adjust to the invasion.
Kell gave him no more quarter than he had given his traitorous officer, pounding into Wid with punishing strokes.
Far from fighting the assault, Wid welcomed it.
The tension and adrenaline from the rescue had torqued his body almost as much as it had the captain’s.
Wid’s erection sprang up and his balls ached with need.
As Kell’s cock drilled into him, it was as if it chased the fear from him and replaced it with the mounting pressure to find release.
Kell grunted obscenely over Wid’s back. Moisture, a combination of sweat and blood perhaps, splattered his skin with each thrust. Wid’s fingers slipped against the smooth surface he lay against each time Kell’s body slammed into his.
His dick screamed for attention, but he couldn’t manage to grab it.
He cried out his frustration, even as his climax built from the rubbing of his prostate alone.
“Please, Master. Please,” he begged, not even capable of more words than that.
The alien was not so far gone in his own mindless pleasure that he didn’t hear the plea and understand it.
He plastered his larger body against Wid’s back and reached down to grab Wid’s dick with a forceful grip.
That was all the touch it took. His body seemed to snap as if it were a band stretched too tight.
Wid bucked on a scream as the orgasm tore through him.
Kell’s tight embrace held him fast and soon the alien roared with his own release, hot cum filling Wid’s ass, even as his own coated his stomach.
They lay one on top of the other for a long time.
Kell licked and nipped at Wid’s neck and shoulders from time-to-time while they both came down from the high of mortal combat and unbridled sex.
Wid’s brain was so foggy, he barely registered it when Kell moved away then returned and wiped up the blood, sweat and semen smearing Wid.
Only somewhat more coherent, he almost stumbled into the crewmember whom Kell handed him off to.
“Go to your quarters and collect the weapons, pet. The fight is over. Let them know they have nothing to fear, but that the escape route you’ve been using will be fitted with an alarm shortly. There will be no more wandering the ship for you.”
Wid blinked up at the captain as the import of his words sunk in.
Well, it was hardly surprising. He’d known that victory would be bittersweet for the humans.
Kell stared down at him with his still bloody face and nakedness not diminishing his power in the least. He looked almost sorry, if one were to read a human emotion in the expression.
Wid supposed the alien was to some extent.
It was a hell of a thank you to his rescuers to lock them up more tightly.
“Yes, sir,” he said on a sigh and tried to give a reassuring smile, just to show there were no hard feelings.
To be honest with himself, he was actually conflicted.
He hated the idea that his freedom had been robbed from him even though he also had to acknowledge that he’d brought it on himself with his stupid stunt back at Seven.
He resented the way Kell had claimed his body without his consent, and yet there was no denying how much pleasure he received in the alien’s embrace.
Life on the Travian ship had become one of almost pure indulgence, the easiest he’d ever known.
Even the escape plans had been, he realized now, more of a game to keep themselves occupied than any real chance of getting off the ship.
What, he wondered as he approached the pets’ quarters, would they do now for fun?
“Please let me go in alone and I’ll bring the weapons out here to you,” he said to his escort.
When the Travian gestured for him to proceed, Wid walked up to the entrance and walked through the door with his hands up.
As he expected, three guns pointed at him the moment he stepped into the room.
A collective sigh of relief greeted him once the boys saw it was him, and Joel, Jordan and Rick lowered their weapons.
Stuart ran up to Wid and threw his arms around him.
A second later, the others swarmed him, a million questions thrown at him at once.
Wid hugged Stuart back before setting him aside and shushing everyone with a watery laugh. “It’s okay, Kell has retaken the ship.”
There was some whooping and more backslapping at the news, but then Joel asked, “What about the other one, Garen?”
“He’s dead,” Wid confirmed with a grimace. “Kell killed him with his bare hands and the rest have fallen back into line.”
That pronouncement sent a ripple of murmurs throughout the boys. Jordan whistled. “Whoa, his bare hands? That’s sick.” His tone implied admiration.
“Yeah, it was something,” Wid confirmed, his stomach a little queasy still from what he’d seen.
“Um, look, there’s a crew member outside waiting for the weapons.
I have to bring them out.” Silence reigned as the boys absorbed that obvious bit of news.
“Kell said no one is in trouble, but they know how we got around the ship and if they haven’t blocked our access to the conduits yet, they will pretty soon.
Our escape plan’s over,” he added, unnecessarily, given everyone else’s expression.
With only a moment’s hesitation, Jordan and Rick handed their weapons over and walked away dejectedly. He couldn’t blame them. Giving up any kind of power was hard. When he looked at Joel, though, the guy backed up a few steps, cradling the weapon in his hands.
Wid took a step toward him. “Joel?” He held out his hand. Joel shook his head once and took another step back. “Come on, man. We don’t have a choice.”
Joel licked his bottom lip and stared down at what he carried. “There’s still a choice.”
Wid’s stomach clenched. Shit. “No, Joel. Don’t do it.”
His friend looked back at him, his eyes glistening with moisture. “Why not?” His voice grew louder. Anger and fear coated his words. “Are we supposed to just go back to taking alien cock without any hope now of ever getting back home? I hate it!”
Wid took another cautious step forward, not wanting to goad Joel into anything.
“I know you do.” He kept his tone soothing and sympathetic because he did understand how Joel felt, but he didn’t want the guy to kill himself.
“As long as we’re alive, there’s hope, though, right?
We’ll get home again someday and see our families. I’m sure of it.”
“You don’t know that. None of us can know that.”
Before Wid could think of a reply, Stuart stepped in.
“I believe it. I do,” he insisted and looked around at the others.
There were murmurs of assent from some, while others shrugged or shook their heads.
“In the meantime, it’s not so bad. I mean it’s not for me.
I like Narith. He’s good to me. I always thought the escape plan was kind of stupid anyway.
Sorry,” he added with a shrug directed at Wid.
Wid gave him a smile. “It’s okay. You still did your part and in the end, it saved our lives because it let us rescue Kell and the others. This may not be the life we chose, but we could do worse. We did do worse.”
He took another step toward Joel and held out his free hand. “Please give me the weapon, Joel. No one here wants to see you die. And if Firth treats you badly, I’ll talk to Kell and see if he can give you to someone else.”
Joel rolled his eyes. “No, he’s fine, I guess—you know, as alien rapists go.” He barked out a short, hysterical kind of laugh. “It’s just…” His voice hitched. “Even if we do get home, do you think Dawn or any other girl is going to want me after this?”
Wid closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think of the right words to allay Joel’s fears.
“I think that whatever happens to any of us on this ship will mold us, not define us. We may not be the same people we were when they first dragged us up here—at least I’m not—but I’m not less than I was before and neither are you or anyone else in this room.
We are not diminished. We’re strengthened.
And, maybe, just maybe, living among the Travians we can influence what they do.
Even though their females make the political rules, they listen to their male family members.
They must. Back on Earth when men held the power, many of them took advice from the women in their lives.
We may be the only humans who have any hope of talking them into giving up a claim to our planet and leaving.
If we can do that, then it would be the real escape plan, wouldn’t it? ”
Wid looked around the room, meeting the gaze of each of his friends in turn and seeing with mounting hope that his words were having the desired effect. It was a good plan, and it did give them hope once more. He turned back to Joel and held out his hand. “Now, give that to me, please.”