Chapter 6 #3
“Remarkable.” This information alone was worth the trip.
Rone would pass it along to his superiors.
It explained a great deal about how some smaller armaments were passing through stations without detection.
Too bad the chemicals used to expose the weaponry left nothing behind that he could scoop up for analysis.
Without a sample, it would be hard to duplicate and come up with a way to detect it.
“Now that you’ve seen the results of your work, let us retire to my personal quarters and share a meal.”
“Delighted, sire. I am in need of sustenance.” He paused. “I hope my pet’s presence on your dining rug will not offend?”
“Not at all. I would expect nothing less. Something so valued should be kept safe at all times.”
Wirth’s private quarters were small, yet lavishly appointed.
Rone half expected to see a female. It was rare for a male to care so much about his surroundings.
There was no mate, however, and no females at all, actually.
A sumptuous meal was served by an all-male staff.
Each one was young and fetching, dressed and made up much like a fuck boy would be.
All of them were likely En caste males of lower Houses, in particular.
Extra sons, too, because even the lowliest of families would hold fast a comely first-born in the hopes of his catching the eye of a higher-placed female.
And, with their short stature and lithe bodies, they were also runts who would have failed at military service.
Without a powerful and influential family to help, there would be little opportunity to find a civilian position, even though many of those were open to males these days.
For all that his species lorded it over others, it didn’t do right by boys like these.
They should have more options in their lives than selling their bodies.
Wirth noticed Rone’s perusal of the servers and chuckled. “As you see, I like to surround myself with pretty boys, too.”
Rone shot his host a knowing look, hiding his true feelings, before scooping up a morsel of food for Frey.
The pet knelt quietly by Rone’s side with his gaze down.
Leaning forward, he sucked the bite from Rone’s fingers in that delightfully fastidious way he had.
Although he presented the picture of demureness, Rone could tell the boy studied his surroundings and kept track of the comings and goings of the Travian boys.
He paid attention to Rone and Wirth’s conversation, as well, no doubt.
Yes, his human pet was as deceptively aware and understanding of what went on around him as Preen was.
Whether Rone could ultimately trust the boy as an ally the way he did with his other pet remained to be seen.
Wirth proved to be a talkative host and apparently hadn’t received orders to keep Rone ignorant of Kuren’s operations.
Throughout the meal, the male provided Rone with a better idea of how the network of illegal arms flowed from one station to the next.
Wirth’s job was to assemble the weapons, stamp them with a fake identification number, then pass them along to males traveling through the station.
Those males, in turn, would be able to carry them out as personal armament.
A whole fuckload of weapons would attract attention.
A single one here or there, not so much.
“Do you know what the ultimate destination of all of this is?” Rone asked, as casually as he could while holding a glass of juice up to his pet’s lovely lips.
Wirth made a slashing movement with his hand and swallowed his mouthful of food. “I neither know, nor wish to. I am, in the end, a humble merchant.” He fixed Rone with a hard stare. “I recommend you also avoid such speculation.”
“Of course. Sound advice, and you’ve been an excellent host,” he added, stretching and placing a palm against his stomach. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“That sounds like an intent to leave. Surely not? You haven’t had the pleasure of the night’s entertainment.”
Rone couldn’t help looking around the room as if others were about to wander in. “Is this to become a fête?”
Wirth chuckled. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just like to indulge myself and hope you will join me.”
“Of course.”
Mystified as to what he’d just signed on for, yet hoping he might learn more from his host, Rone settled back.
He braced himself on one hand while sipping at his drink.
He didn’t have long to wait. The four servers returned.
What little garments they’d worn while serving had been removed and each boy’s cock stood erect.
Their skin glistened with a sparkly oil, giving them an ethereal glow.
Thin gold rings encircled their necks, wrists, ankles and dicks.
As the boys glided in on graceful feet, all of the rings jingled sweetly, except the ones around their cocks.
Those were wrapped tightly around the engorged flesh to keep them hard.
The boys lined up before Wirth and waited silently with gazes trained downward.
Wirth stared at his boys and took a sip of his drink before saying, “Begin.”
At the command, the boys started a four-way wrestling match.
Their hands slipped and slid over each other’s bodies, each one trying to grasp one of the others and hold him.
Their movements, though, were languid, as if it didn’t matter whether any of them actually won the contest. The room filled with their harsh breaths and, every once in a while, one of the boys would moan softly.
Hard to miss why, given that they brushed up against each other’s cocks from time-to-time and even grabbed hold of that obvious vulnerability deliberately to gain purchase.
As the game wore on, those grabs became increasingly more frequent and the moans were held longer.
The erotic display had the obvious effect on Rone.
His own dick hardened, pressing painfully against his fly.
He shifted to ease the strain and caught sight of his pet, paying rapt attention to the other boys.
Frey’s mouth had fallen open, and his breath came out in quick puffs.
His slender dick, well-familiar to Rone now, had also filled with blood and tented the soft material of his pants.
Knowing that his pet was aroused increased Rone’s lust. So enthralled was he with his pet’s reaction, he missed when the wrestling changed to more.
It was Frey’s reaction that alerted Rone.
The human widened his eyes and curled his hands around his thighs.
Rone shifted his gaze back to the entertainers and felt his own arousal jump up.
Wirth’s boys had given up any pretense of wrestling and now grappled with each other in an entirely different way.
They’d formed a twisted ball of writhing bodies.
Each boy’s mouth, hands, dick and ass were occupied with someone else’s mouth, hands, dick or ass.
No hole went unattended, filled with tongue or finger or cock.
One boy had his face buried in the ass of another, while that same boy sucked down his companion’s rod.
Rone had never seen the like before, and the effect on him was electric.
With mindless need, he reached for his pet without taking his eyes off the other boys.
His fingers brushed up against the human’s silky hair, and Rone used it to drag him over.
He didn’t even have to issue an order. Frey understood exactly what Rone wanted and needed.
The boy freed Rone’s cock and sucked it down without prompting.
Sliding onto one arm, Rone gave his pet better access.
Frey folded his body over Rone’s lap and slurped his way up and down Rone’s rigid shaft.
Watching a boy give head to another while having his own dick sucked and licked sent Rone’s senses into overdrive.
He tightened his grip and pushed down on Frey’s head to mimic what he saw.
He wanted his rod all the way inside, wanted Frey’s lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, wanted to shoot his load down that tight throat the way the boys he watched couldn’t do.
They couldn’t come, but he could. With a muted growl, he filled his pet, bucking his hips up at the same time he pressed down.
In that moment, it didn’t matter that his pet sputtered and choked around his mouthful.
Nothing mattered but the release engulfing his senses.
His chest heaved as if he’d fought a hard battle and his vision blurred for a few moments.
Eventually, though, while his erection hadn’t subsided, he did come back to himself, enough to stop smothering his pet.
As soon as Rone eased his grip, Frey’s head came up on a gasp.
The human took in a great gulp of air. His eyes watered and his lips were shiny with Rone’s cum.
More importantly, the boy’s dick remained hard.
Rone might have used him roughly, but Frey didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, the boy gave Rone a shy smile before sitting all the way up.
Rone didn’t like that. Reaching out, he pulled the boy toward him so that the boy’s head and shoulders lay across Rone’s lap.
He stroked the bright strands of hair away from Frey’s face and kept petting him, because it pleased him to do so.
Rone shot his host a sheepish smile. “My apologies.”
Wirth inclined his head. “None needed. I understand entirely.” He snapped his fingers, and one of the boys immediately disentangled himself from the ball of bodies and crawled on hands and knees over to Wirth.
The male was ready for him, with his dick exposed and available to be gobbled down by the eager boy.