Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
Frey turned away from the window. Since waking, he’d been mesmerized by all the activity around the outside of the huge Travian space station.
In his forced travels as a slave, he’d never seen anything so grand.
He looked at the guy who’d come into his tiny medical room, surprised to see it was a human male around his age.
Frey’s gaze latched first onto the collar around the boy’s neck and the leash hanging from it, which oddly the boy held himself.
He was dressed the way Rone had dressed Frey, in clingy, soft tunic and pants.
And his shoulder-length hair was pulled back in a bunch of tiny braids woven with brown cord.
Seeing it made Frey touch his own hair. His braids were gone for the moment, and he missed them.
He missed Rone.
The boy sauntered over. “I used to be impressed with our human technology and how we’d come so far out in space. Then I get a look at what the Travians have going and I realize how backward we really are. I’m Joel Porter, by the way.”
He held out his hand and Frey took it without thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shaken hands with another man. “I’m Frey Bjorkson.”
“I know. I got the deets from my master right after you arrived.” He leaned against the edge of the window and folded his arms across his chest. The hand holding the end of the leash twirled it around.
“You’re a pet.”
“Yup. One of the originals. I’m on my second master,” he added with a wry smile.
Frey felt as if he’d won the lottery all over again. Here was someone unexpected, someone who could maybe help him sort out his confusing feelings for Rone. “You don’t seem to hate it—being a pet, I mean.”
Joel shrugged. “I used to before Arath. Even with Arath, in the beginning.”
“What changed?”
Joel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he peered into Frey’s eyes and smiled broadly. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you? Your master. And it’s freaking you out because you shouldn’t love this creature that fucked your ass without so much as an ‘If you don’t mind?’”
Frey leaned against the wall on a groan. “Yes, that’s it. That’s exactly right. What’s wrong with me?”
Joel laughed. “Nothing. You stopped fighting him and realized that he made you feel good. You also realized that he’s doing what he’s doing ’cause that’s what Travians do. They see things so differently from us. They’re not trying to be cruel.”
Closing his eyes, Frey remembered Arpell and Kuren and just how vicious they’d been with him because they’d enjoyed the power and his pain.
Rone had been so very different, and not only because he’d been careful with Frey.
He’d actively tried to give him pleasure.
Was that reason enough to love the alien?
He groaned, opened his eyes and looked over at Joel. “I can’t love him. It’s stupid, if only because I barely know him. It’s like some steroid version of Stockholm Syndrome or something.”
Joel twirled the end of his leash some more. “And yet, you brought him all the way to this station, even though you were in almost as bad shape as he was.”
“That was nothing. He’d have done the same for me.”
“Yes, he would. I mean, I don’t know him, but Arath told me that the first thing your master did when he woke up was demand to know where you were.” He snorted. “They had to like strap him to his sick bed for treatment when he kept trying to get up and find you.”
Frey couldn’t hide the smile that popped up at the information. “I wasn’t that bad, and the stuff they made me bathe in healed everything up in this amazing way.”
“I call it the miracle goo. It cures just about anything that ails you.”
“I think they put it on my broken arm, too, a while back.”
Joel’s eyes narrowed. “Was your master the one to break it?”
Frey shook his head. “No. It was this other Travian—my first master, actually. Rone strangled him to death for it.”
Joel grinned. “See? No wonder you love him.”
“I guess. He has been good to me, for a Travian. Where is he now?”
“With Arath. He’s being debriefed on whatever mission he was on. This shit with the traitors who are trying to overthrow female rule is serious. From what I understand, Rone had been trying to infiltrate the supply system.”
“He succeeded, until someone recognized him as incorruptible, and the whole thing went to hell. I had this crazy idea that I could help him maybe try again.”
“That’s a good idea. You and the monkey thing—”
“Preen,” Frey corrected, turning to Joel.
“Preen, right. Anyway, you help with his cover, I bet.”
Frey looked out of the window again. “I guess I do. It makes him look like a big shot, having exotic pets or something.”
“He is a big shot, according to my master.”
“I can’t say I’m surprised. Right from the beginning, I knew there was something special about him.” Sighing again, he returned his gaze to Joel. “Am I fooling myself, or would my helping him be a good thing for us humans?”
“I think it will be. It’s one of the reasons I stay with Arath.
” The boy’s cheeks flushed. “That and I’ve kind of fallen in love with him.
” He shook his head as if his feelings were absurd.
“Anyway, with the females in charge, we stand a chance of getting the Travians off Seven. If the rebellion succeeds, they intend to destroy not only that colony, but all of them. And,” he added with a hard look, “Earth. Anything we can do to stop it is worth it.”
Joel’s words of encouragement were exactly what Frey had wanted to hear. Maybe he would accomplish more if he sought out the humans who’d rescued him, yet the bottom line was that he wanted a reason to stay with Rone.
The doors to his room opened suddenly. Frey’s heart did a little tumble when he saw his master stride in.
“This is my cue to go,” Joel said. “Good luck. I’ll see you later.” The boy nodded respectfully at Rone before sliding through the open doors.
Frey opened his mouth in an effort to say something, although he wasn’t sure what. He never got the chance. Grabbing him by the upper arms, Rone dragged him up for a fierce kiss that left Frey gasping when it finally ended. God, teach a Travian something and he runs with it.
Rone peered down at him closely. “Commander Arath assured me of your good health, but I needed to see it for myself.”
“I’m fine,” Frey replied in a breathless voice.
“I suppose you are.” Rone reached down to clasp Frey’s hardening dick, which the short tunic he wore with nothing else, allowed Rone to do with ease. That large, hot hand pumped Frey to full erection. Then he swooped down to capture Frey’s lips once more.
On a moan, Frey wrapped his arms around his master and plastered his body against the larger one.
Rone helped by cupping Frey’s ass and hoisting him up.
Frey used the momentum to bring his legs up and around Rone’s wide waist. He managed to hook his ankles together and pressed to rub his now aching cock on Rone’s tunic.
The soft leather rasped the sensitive skin, making him gasp and groan.
His head lurched and spun as Rone carried him over to the narrow hospital bed.
Frey briefly worried whether the thing would hold them both before everything fled his mind, except the feel of Rone’s tongue in his mouth and the humping of his body on Frey’s needy dick.
Rone broke the kiss again, causing Frey to whine in complaint.
But before he could voice his disapproval too much, his master managed to grab the top of Frey’s tunic and rend it in two.
The cool air on Frey’s chest was soon replaced by Rone’s hot tongue and lips.
The male licked and nipped his way down and over to one of Frey’s nipples.
Frey moaned and writhed. Before the first time Rone had feasted on Frey’s pecs, he never would have thought that part of his body could be so erotic.
He felt each suck and nip go straight to his dick and balls.
He bucked his hips, although now his dick met only air.
Frey released one hand from its death grip on Rone’s shoulder so that he could jerk himself.
He didn’t get far. Quick as a snake, Rone snatched up that hand, then the other, and trapped them above Frey’s head with a hold so tight, Frey could do nothing more than strain in vain to free himself.
“Not fair,” he panted out, opening his eyes to glare at his master.
All he saw was the top of the male’s head because Rone hadn’t let up on Frey’s nipples.
He’d heard the complaint, however, because a moment after the words left Frey’s mouth, Rone bit down hard.
Frey screamed and arched his back right into another bite.
God, he should have hated the pain. He should have lost his erection.
Instead, his cock pulsed under the onslaught, even more eager to come.
“Please, master… Mount me.” As the words tumbled of their own accord from his lips, Frey knew he meant them. He clenched his hole. It needed to be filled. With Rone lodged inside him, stroking his prostate with each thrust, Frey knew he would come.
Rone said nothing. With a final lap of the spot he’d bitten, the alien made his way down Frey’s stomach.
He yanked what was left of Frey’s hospital tunic out of the way, and, oh holy shit, he sucked Frey’s rod all the way down.
Then Rone swallowed, and Frey shot off like a cannon.
His whole body seized with the intensity of the sudden orgasm, his body straining against Rone’s grip.
He went blind and deaf, and it felt as if his body floated off the bed.
There was nothing of him left except that cock being milked hard.
All sensation began and ended there until with a final spasm, his body went limp.
Frey’s eyes flew open with the sudden invasion of his hole.
Rone loomed above him, no longer keeping Frey’s hands in place, although Frey made no effort to move them.
Braced on his strong arms, Rone pulled back and plunged in.
Faster and faster, he fucked Frey into the bed.
The thing rattled and shimmied with the momentum, as if it might fly apart at any moment.
Frey didn’t care. He knew that no matter what, his master would catch him and keep him safe.
He raised his hips to give Rone better access, and he clenched his hole to increase the drag each time the alien cock slid out.
Despite his forceful climax moments prior, Frey’s dick hardened under the assault.
And Rone was right there to grab it with his meaty fist and jerk hard with each thrust. Frey cried out as he once more came, before he even realized how close he’d been.
This time, Rone joined him. With a roar, the Travian slammed home and stilled.
His cock pulsed cum deep within Frey’s body, while Rone bowed back, his face grimaced with intensity.
Then just as suddenly, it was over. Rone collapsed on top of Frey, squishing him into the bed.
Frey didn’t mind. Wrapping his arms around the wide shoulders, he pressed his face against his master’s sweaty throat.
Soon, too soon by Frey’s estimation, Rone rolled onto his side and grasped Frey tightly.
“I’m going to apologize right now,” Rone said into the quiet aftermath of their fucking.
Frey snuggled closer. “For what?”
“For fucking you raw. I’m not done with you, not even close.” His lips touched the top of Frey’s head. “I can still smell him on you.”
It took a moment for Frey to understand. “Do whatever you have to do to rid me of his stench.” He hesitated a moment before adding, “I want to smell like you, like my master.”
With gentle pressure, Rone tugged at Frey’s hair so that they could look at each other.
“Do you mean that? I know, back on the shuttle, you insisted on bringing me here. I know you said you want to help me in my work. You were hurt, scared and maybe confused. You don’t even know what it is that I do. ”
Frey pressed a finger against Rone’s lips.
“Listen. I wasn’t that hurt.” Rone raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, I was in a lot of pain. Kuren was pretty brutal.” A growl rose up from Rone.
“He’s dead, remember?” Frey snuggled again against Rone’s chest, a little shy about looking at him when he said this next bit.
“Anyway, I meant what I said. I wasn’t scared because I was back with you.
I feel safe with you. And, I wasn’t confused.
” He took a deep breath then let it out slowly.
“Since my mother died, I’ve been alone and lonely, even when around lots of people.
It doesn’t make any sense to me, yet the plain truth of it is that I like being with you and Preen.
Wait”—he lifted his head again—“where’s Preen? ”
“In the quarters assigned to me. It’s fine,” Rone added with another quick kiss to Frey’s head.
Relief coursed through Frey. “Good. That’s good.” Once more he angled his face away. “You and Preen have become my family. I want to stay with you and not just because I want to help you in your work against the rebellion, not just because I think that work will help my people, too.”
Now, he lifted his head and gazed straight into Rone’s eyes.
This was too important to hide away and be shy about.
“I want to stay with you because I think I might just love you.” When Rone said nothing, simply stared back at him unblinking, Frey’s cheeks heated up.
“It’s okay that you don’t feel the same way.
I know I’m just a pet, and you said your wife died.
So, if that’s true, I wouldn’t expect you in particular to care about someone like me. ”
Rone put one finger against Frey’s lips to silence him, then he began speaking.
“What I said to Kuren was all true. Orianna was my beloved mate. Losing her and the child I gave her was the worst moment of my life.” Rone lowered his face until his forehead pressed against Frey’s.
“Seeing Kuren drag you away with him was the second worst moment.”
Hope rose within Frey, and his cheeks flushed even more. Maybe his master did feel the same way about him. “Really?”
Rone kissed him, a sweet, soft melding of their lips. “Truly,” he said when they parted. “Stay with me, Frey, and I promise I will do all in my power to make you happy and keep you safe. What say you?”
With a joyous peace he’d thought he’d never feel again, he smiled up at Rone. “Yes, master. Oh, yes.”