Chapter 1 #2
Kai looked down at his trainee’s nice thick cock, which was now almost erect. The male definitely had bigger balls than he’d anticipated. Price also seemed aware of when to back off, which wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Adjusting his grip to something little short of brutal, he pumped Price’s cock up and down between his fingers, practically pulling the guy off his feet on the upstroke.
“Ah . . .”
Price groaned as he tried to rise to his toes to lessen the severity of the pull. Kai would have none of that, and clamped his other hand down firmly on the male’s shoulder. Price shuddered and within seconds started to come in thick waves all over his still-pumping hand.
He released his hold, wiped his fingers on Price’s heaving chest, and stepped back, clipping the leash onto Price’s collar.
“Come on.”
“But—”
He jerked hard on the leash. “Right now, or I’ll make you walk while I do it again.”
Come dripped down over Price’s lean stomach and thighs.
There was nowhere to hide, everyone would see, and that was exactly what Kai wanted.
The quicker Price got over his inhibitions, the more smoothly the rest of the training would go.
Price needed to get used to being handled and fondled and fucked by anyone Kai wanted.
He had to get used to being emotionally jerked around even more.
“Now.”
He opened the cage door and Price followed him, the harsh lights catching the pearled whiteness adhering to his skin. If he’d had time, he would’ve liked to slick some of that back to explore Price’s no doubt virgin ass. He was looking forward to having that ass . . .
As soon as the doors of the training facility opened, he forgot about the sex and focused on assessing Price’s overall fitness, stamina, and something else—his stubbornness.
Unlike a lot of the trainees, Price was military and was already pretty damned fit, his body lean and muscled with almost no excess fat. That was a good thing.
The problem with the military types was that they had been taught to give up control to a higher authority.
Individuality was beaten out of them during basic training because they needed to act as a unit, to be unquestioning and willing to run into fucking danger and die if they were told to do it.
Which meant they did what they were told, but often cracked under the extremes demanded of them at the Tribute facility.
Soldiers fought to win against an enemy, and the battle with the Ungrich wasn’t like that.
The upcoming conflict was all about fighting to maintain their concept of self in an alien environment and not go mad.
It was a stark situation with no real winners, and he couldn’t even tell them the truth because the treaty forbade it.
All the most successful trainees, the survivors, had something within them that just refused to let them fail, some cussed, stubborn streak that just wouldn’t quit regardless.
Working out whether a trainee had that was a question of trial and error.
Bringing it out was Kai’s specialty, a process he had honed to perfection over the past few years and that Price, being his final trainee, would receive the full benefit of.
Lucky guy.
“Stand there.”
He stripped off his shirt and watched as Price’s gaze fixed on the ridged scars that decorated his chest and throat.
He had double puncture wounds from two excruciating encounters with the native alien species called the Ungrich that slept beneath the planet’s surface.
Of course, he couldn’t tell Price any of that yet.
It was confidential.
He unclipped Price’s leash and handed him a pair of shorts. “Put these on.”
“Thank you.”
As Price bent to put on the shorts, Kai rushed him, knocking him to the floor in a tangle of limbs. To his credit, Price abandoned the shorts and turned his attention to Kai, getting in a couple of decent blows to the kidneys before Kai regained control by grabbing his balls.
“You don’t fight fair,” Price growled.
“Why should I?” He grinned down at his trainee. “You want me to rip them off? You said you didn’t need them, that you weren’t interested in being fucked.”
Price set his jaw and continued to struggle, until Kai increased the strength of his grip and he went still. Watching the other man’s eyes, Kai wedged one knee over his throat and chest and walked fingers down over his flat stomach to the tangled wet hair at his groin.
“Nice cock, Price.” Gathering up the wetness that still clung to Price’s skin, he eased a finger beneath his balls, along the smooth skin of his taint, and back toward the man’s ass.
“Ever been fucked, Price?”
“That’s none of your business, sir.”
“Yeah, it is. You have a nice tight ass.” He eased the tip of his finger inside Price’s clenching hole. “I’m going to enjoy having you.”
“I doubt it, sir.”
He eased his finger a little deeper. “You think I care about whether you want it or not? Doesn’t affect my getting off. You’re just another hole I can stick my dick in and flood with my come.”
Price’s breath caught, and at the same time his dick jerked. Kai laughed. “You think you’re going to suffer nobly for the cause, Price? Let me tell you now, you’re going to want it bad by the time I’ve finished with you. You’re going to dream of having my dick in your ass or in your mouth.”
There was a shout from one of the trainers nearby, and he raised his head. “Time to go. Physical trials are about to begin.”
Kai rolled off Price and stood up, watching his trainee take several deep breaths before he reattached his leash and jerked it hard.
“Get up.”
Price got up with easy grace, his cock at half-mast, his light blue eyes narrowed and already spitting fire.
“You’ve got a temper, haven’t you, Price? I like that.”
“I’m glad to hear it, sir.”
“Put on your shorts.” He walked over to the group of trainers, leading Price behind him. “What’s up first, Malke?”
“Endurance. Then medical wants to see them all.”
He sighed. “Haven’t they been cleared already?”
“There are a couple of new blood tests Palk is insisting they all have.”
“Palk? Shit. He’s not around, is he?”
“Nope.” Malke grinned at him. “Seeing as his favorite’s gone, you’d better watch your ass.”
“Strangely enough, Palk’s not real fond of me after I almost bit his dick clean off.”
“Good for you. He’s fucking insane.” Malke cleared his throat and looked out at the trainees. “Okay, listen up! Line up at the side of the arena and wait for my signal, then run in your lane for as long as you can.”
Kai and the rest of the trainers leaned on the barriers to watch the trainees run, amusing themselves by placing bets on who would be the first to stop and who the likely winner would be.
He also kept a close eye on Aled Price, who ran well, with a natural grace that made him wonder how long Aled would last in bed.
That at least, Kai had every intention of finding out.
Aled glanced across the arena at the other male who was still running.
Everyone else had dropped out. One guy had passed out, but whether from fear or lack of fitness Aled didn’t know.
For some reason, he wanted to win. He wanted to show that bastard Mexr he wasn’t just a walking fuck toy, but a soldier who deserved some respect.
The other trainers had all gone, leaving Mexr and the one called Malke watching.
He almost stumbled when the two men vaulted over the side of the arena and came toward him. His wary gaze shifted between the grinning males. Malke jogged up to him and Kai went to the other guy. Just to add insult to injury, Malke ran backward in front of him, his breathing unaltered.
“If you lose this race, Price, do you know what’s going to happen to you?”
Aled just kept moving, his gaze fixed somewhere over Malke’s head.
“You’re gonna get fucked.”
“And . . . what about . . . if I win?” He managed to grind out the answer.
“You think you’ll win?” Malke smiled. “Dream on, buddy. My guy? He’s an ex-pro athlete. You don’t stand a chance.”
Aled set his teeth and just kept moving, wiping sweat from his eyes and ignoring Malke as he strolled back to the sidelines.
Time passed in a blur and his feet felt like lead and lifting each knee was agony.
He heard a groan beside him and risked a glance to his left to see his opponent stumble, fall to the ground, and not get back up.
He set his sights on the far wall. The guy might still recover. He couldn’t afford to stop.
He put his head down and slogged onward, unaware of where he was in relation to anything and all too aware of the searing agony in every part of his body.
“Hey.”
He collided with something solid and tried to swerve, but he no longer had the ability. Two big hands clamped around his upper arms, holding him still.
“You won,” Mexr said.
He tried not to sag into the arms of his trainer, but it was impossible. With a chuckle, Mexr lowered him to the ground and pushed his head between his knees.
“Rest up a minute. Malke is coming over with his trainee.”
He focused on breathing in air and was only just aware of the other man who slumped down beside him.
“This is Graif, Price,” Malke said. “As the winner you get to fuck him.”
“I . . . can’t,” Aled managed to wheeze out.
Mexr nudged him in the ribs. “Not an option, Price. You didn’t really think we cared who won, did you? You’re still just meat, and right now your dick is closer than us having to drag Graif to the lab for a nice long session with a dildo. So shut up and pick a hole to fuck.”
“I don’t want . . .” He shut up as Mexr yanked his leash, making his neck snap back.
“Then you want us all to fuck you? Right here, right now? Graif would do it, wouldn’t you, Graif?”
The other guy nodded but kept his gaze on the ground.
Malke shifted his feet and stroked his erection through his pants. “Come on, Price. I’m gonna fuck something and I don’t care which one of you it is.”