Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Rone stared back at his pet, momentarily flummoxed by the human’s expression.
The simple act of turning his lips up, even for a second, made his already beautiful face even more radiant.
Pathetic, really, that something as basic as being given a bit of Rone’s drink to wash away the cum in the boy’s mouth would produce such obvious gratitude.
It saddened Rone a bit to face the obvious reality that this delicate creature had been so tortured while in Arpell’s control that any kindness would be greeted with unguarded joy.
It also made him mad. There was no need to be cruel with humans when they were so easily controlled.
He looked forward to Arpell making his move against him soon, so that he could have the satisfaction of beating the male to a pulp.
And if Rone’s own guilt over his treatment of Mac and Frey fueled his ire, so be it.
No doubt Arpell would give almost as good as he’d get. Rone deserved a pounding, too.
Rone carefully kept his thoughts and feelings from showing on his face.
The purpose of the blow job had been to demonstrate to K-Zet how fiercely Rone guarded his possessions—and with ice-cold detachment.
He’d been careful to rein in his reaction to the exquisite pleasure he’d experienced while his dick had been cocooned within Frey’s delightfully small, warm mouth, lavished by the attention of a well-trained tongue.
He couldn’t afford to dwell too much on why the human excelled at the task.
Perhaps he’d been a cocksucker before his capture.
No matter. What was done was done, and the little show had proved Rone’s ruthlessness.
K-Zet’s race was well known to Rone, and it was a brutal one.
They were callously efficient in battling their enemies and had come to admire the Travians’ ability to be equally so.
Although Rone would like to have shared more of his drink with his pet, he’d already risked showing K-Zet weakness by doing so the first time. Instead, he barked out a command. “Close me up.”
Frey’s body quivered briefly in response to the abrupt words, then he did as he’d been told.
With swift efficiency, he tucked Rone’s spent cock back into his trousers and closed the fly.
The boy even smoothed Rone’s tunic back over his thighs before sitting back with his head bowed.
Rone had an urge to pick Frey up and cradle him in his lap, but that show of affection just wouldn’t do.
So, as a compromise that had the added advantage of looking possessory, he propelled the boy forward by pressure on the back of his head.
Rone maneuvered his pet so that he knelt snug within the V of Rone’s legs, the side of his face lying against the very top of Rone’s thigh.
He doubted the boy was entirely comfortable in the position, but it served Rone’s purposes, and it would let Frey doze off if he needed to.
In Rone’s albeit limited experience, humans seemed to need a lot of rest. Besides, the heat of the boy’s body seeped through Rone’s pants, and his warm breath wafted over Rone’s balls in detectable fashion.
His dick responded to the proximity with predictable interest. It hardened again, eager to play.
Frey stiffened, obviously aware of his master’s response.
When he shifted as if to lift his head, Rone held it in place.
As tempting as it was to go another round with his pet, he had work to do.
Rone leaned against the wall behind him, settling into a lazy position.
He ordered another drink from the processor and flitted his gaze over K-Zet, who had been silently and avidly watching Rone’s every movement.
“As you can see, the thing is quite useful. Arpell was an idiot to ever wager it. I doubt there are two tighter holes in the known universe.”
Within his clasp, Rone felt the boy flinch.
Rone subtly stroked his fingers on the boy’s head in silent apology, although he doubted the human received that message.
Anything more overt, however, would undo his careful efforts with K-Zet.
Rone snatched up his new drink and swallowed some down.
He peered at the alien over the rim of the glass.
K-Zet hissed and bared his teeth. “Forgive me. I can see that a male of your quality isn’t interested in just easy earnings. What, may I ask, would gain your attention?”
Rone didn’t answer right away. He took his time, concentrating on his drink, as if he weighed how much he wanted to engage with this alien.
Finally, he said, “I’m interested in commerce, as it happens.
The buying and selling of certain goods can be quite lucrative, and while even a female of my caste would consider being a merchant beneath her dignity, my sensibilities are not so delicate.
And yet, that very caste gives me an edge. ”
He let his own teeth show in a broad mimic of the alien’s smile. “No one expects a male named Rone to be shipping anything.”
K-Zet’s hooded lids raised. “Ah. I see your point. While one meets many Travian males in stations such as these, it’s never clear whether the names given are real.”
Rone studied his drink for a moment, took another swallow before answering, his gaze piercing the alien’s. “I can assure you that I am exactly who I claim to be. If any of your customers are looking for a conduit above reproach to funnel merchandise to Travia Prime, I’m the male to do it.”
K-Zet leaned forward. “Do you have a vessel?”
“Alas, no. That requires more credit than I have. But, if one were inclined to give me one, I could assure a safe delivery of anything to any port on the home world or another station. I don’t even require a pilot, as I possess that skill myself.
” He paused for effect. “You see, it’s not just that I am born to the highest caste, I am also of the First House. ”
He leaned back, letting the alien absorb that information and its implications.
Rone kept his concentration on his drink and the light petting of Frey’s head that he’d kept up during the entire conversation.
The human remained pliant, leaning against Rone’s thigh, his breathing even and slow.
The boy might actually have fallen asleep and that was all to the good.
This impromptu meeting with K-Zet was the first real success Rone had experienced since setting out on his mission.
The possibility of getting closer to the illegal arms network sent his adrenaline pumping.
Once this conversation ended, Rone would need an outlet, and his human pet would give him one.
Besides, he needed to mark the boy again.
And if that wasn’t a rationalization for giving into his baser needs, nothing was.
K-Zet took the information with obvious delight. “Excellent! I might just have the perfect opportunity for you.” Standing up, he added, “I must confer with my customers. If they are interested in dealing with you, I shall be in touch.”
Rone hid his excitement, affecting a bored air. “I have no current plans to move on from this station. Find me if you have anything to offer, and I’ll see if I’m interested.”
With an incline of his head, K-Zet sauntered away. Rone watched him out of the corner of his eyes, draining his glass with lazy interest. Once he was sure the alien was out of earshot, Rone turned to Preen.
“This looks promising.”
“Agreed. Watch your back. That one can’t be trusted.”
Rone snorted and tossed his empty glass into the processor. “As if there’s anyone on this whole station who can be trusted.”
Tugging his pet gently to his feet, he stood up as well and turned his pet around.
Rone couldn’t keep from smiling when he got his first clear frontal look at the boy.
With the blue ribbons laced through the white-blond hair, his pet was even more stunning that Rone could have predicted.
Having such an attention-grabbing pet would increase Rone’s visibility on the station, and it would goad Arpell into action.
Winning the human had been fortuitous indeed.
But the success of the mission was not what made Rone’s cock punch up against his fly.
That was pure need. His blood raced at a boil.
He had to get them back to his rooms and fast or he might take the boy right there.
And, while that kind of display would garner even more welcomed attention, he didn’t want to treat his pet so harshly.
“Come,” he said with more force than he intended, and, grabbing his pet by the arm, he tugged him away.
Rone let go of his control the moment the chamber doors closed behind him. “Preen, find a way to occupy your time elsewhere.” Ignoring his companion’s screech of derision, Rone released his pet’s leash from the collar. “Strip.”
He didn’t dare try to remove the boy’s new clothing himself, afraid he’d rend the fabric in two, given his mood.
The human moved slowly to comply, placing the package holding his old, worn clothing onto a table with exaggerated care before reaching for the hem of his tunic.
Rone yanked at his own clothing while watching as Frey’s smooth, silky skin was revealed, bit by bit.
The boy was still too thin, of course, and Rone vowed to feed him as soon as he’d fucked him sufficiently, not that in his present state of arousal he could imagine when that satiated point would come.
Rone’s dick already leaked copiously enough that he’d have to change his pants to go out later.
He didn’t care. Kicking off his boots, he freed his body from the last of his clothing then grabbed up his pet.