Page 11 of The Captain's Pet
Wid barked out a laugh. He had to admire Joel’s balls. “Good for you. It’s more than I did when I was told the same by the captain.”
“Yeah, well, the fucker just laughed too. Then he told me my big mouth needed something else to do right before he stuffed his cock in it.” Joel’s whole body shuddered violently before he slipped farther down into the water.
“Oh.” Wid mimicked Joel’s position and looked up at the ceiling. A blow job was one thing the captain hadn’t made Wid do—yet. Maybe he could add that weapon to his arsenal for Operation Alien Seduction. From his limited experience, being sucked off put a guy in a good mood. Could he do it, though?Being fucked was one thing. It was a passive assault, even when he also came. Taking someone’s cock in your mouth seemed more intimate, more of an active way to participate in his own abuse.
Even while he thought it, though, he also knew that he happened to like sucking cock. He and the few boys he’d fooled around with had graduated pretty quickly from hand jobs to blow jobs. He prided himself on having developed a pretty admirable amount of skill in giving head. He could almost swallow a guy down to the root. Of course, Kell’s dick made those others look puny in comparison. He wondered with a perverse kind of anticipation how much of it he could take before it would choke him. Christ, what was the matter with him? He had to remember Kell was the enemy, not a dating prospect.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said, for what good it did either of them.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, too. This is all my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking talking you all into that vandalism. We don’t stand a chance against these creatures.”
“We’re all adults, regardless of how the Travians treat us. We knew what we were getting into. If it’s any consolation, I confirmed with the captain that Dawn was released. He said,” his voice hitched at the memory. “He said they only fuck human boys, never girls.”
“That’s something, anyway.”
“Yeah, and I did ask for more room to exercise in. I don’t know if it’s going to do any good, but it’s a start.”
He didn’t add how much he’d tried to flirt with the alien to get his way. It was too humiliating to share with another person, especially with Joel, given how tough the guy acted. It might work, though, and if it did, it would all be worth it.
That was his story, anyway, and he was sticking to it.
At the end of another long, tedious day, the Travians came to collect them. All of them entered the room at the same time, the captain leading the way. Wid, along with the other boys, froze at the sight, on high alert. Usually their captors came in singles, twos and occasionally threes. Having them arrive in a group was ominous. Wid braced himself for he didn’t know what as Kell approached, the leash dangling from his fist. He tried to read the alien’s expression to see if he was mad or suspicious, but couldn’t tell what was going on inside that alien brain.
Without saying anything, as was typical for him, Kell attached the leash and turned around. The rest of the aliens did the same, each tugging their ‘pet’ over to the doors. Wid managed to exchange a ‘what the fuck’ look with Joel before he was propelled out of the room. Instead of heading to the left and therefore Kell’s quarters, however, they turned right. Wid’s heart sped up at the implication. They were going somewhere new and while that might mean summary execution or some other horrible fate, he chose to believe his request for more space was being granted.
His hopes were confirmed when they entered a large, open room en masse. It was warmer than the hall, yet not as warm as their day room. The captain tugged Wid over to one corner and pressed his hand against the wall. Surprisingly, the spot he touched wasn’t as solid as it appeared. Kell’s hand entered a small rectangle of space that became visible the moment the fingers touched it. Inside was a ball, about the size appropriate for soccer, although it didn’t have the same markings. The captain palmed it with his large hand and tossed it to Wid.
Wid caught it easily, given the distance and smiled as he turned it in his hands. It was light and somewhat bouncy. He smiled up at the captain. “Is this for us to play with?”
Unhooking the leash, the captain said, “You wanted exercise. I’ve seen images of humans playing with such objects. I had it replicated. Does it suffice?”
Now all of the boys had been unhooked and they crowded around Wid. “I guess we can play soccer with this.” He looked at Joel. “You and I can be the team captains. Pick your guys and let’s play.”
“Six guys for a soccer team?” someone asked.
“With our own balls hanging free?” another said.
Joel gave Wid a wry smile and shrugged. “Beggars can’t be choosers, guys.” Rattling off five names, he led his team to the middle of the room. “Prepare to be crushed, Bryant.”
Wid eyed his team and drop-kicked the ball past Joel’s group. “Game on.”
Kell leaned against the wall watching the human boys chase after the ball and one another in some semblance of order. A few of them were better at kicking and even batting the thing with their head, while others tripped over themselves more often than not. He noted with some pride that his pet was very skilled at the game they played, not that there was any reason for him to feel anything one way or another for the boy. Still, the emotion existed whether he wanted to feel it or not. He liked, too, how the boy’s face lit up with joy as he managed to kick the ball past another boy’s open arms. Apparently that was the purpose of the game.
It had been a good idea to take his pet’s request for more exercise seriously. It would have been easy to dismiss, busy as he was. Given that the boy now tried to be obedient to Kell’s will, it seemed appropriate to grant him a boon. Besides, idle and restless pets made for dangerous ones. Better to keep them active out of bed as well as in it. Too bad their metabolism required so much heat. Sweat trickled down his back simply from standing around, yet he thought it best to keep an eye onhis pet in this unsecured room and had ordered all of his officers to do the same. None of his officers looked comfortable, but many, like Firth, avidly watched the game.
The older man caught Kell’s eye and sauntered over. “Looks like your pet and mine are the most skilled, sir.”
“It would appear so,” he replied, although he carefully kept his tone indifferent. As captain, he always had to set a certain standard.
“As small as they are, they’re faster and stronger than I would have thought. Of course, my pet has been giving me at least a bit of trouble every night. Maybe tonight it’ll be too tired to even curse me out.”
“That is more or less the plan.” They were all so young-looking, childlike almost in their play. The guilt he felt over how these humans were being treated, never far from his thoughts, niggled hard as he watched his pet laughingly shove another boy. Would that he’d do the same when he was with Kell, but that was absurdly stupid. It was never going to happen, especially so long as Kell continued to invade the boy’s body without invitation.
His internal timer told him the playing needed to come to an end. His officers had taken time out of their rest to allow this, and as strict and tight as their schedules were, he couldn’t afford to have them thrown too far off it. He went to a wall and reached inside the storage container to pull out drying clothes. Tossing one to each of the others within reach, he ordered, “Make sure your pet is dry before taking it out into the cold corridor.”
He strode into the melee of the game, his mere presence stopping them. Hating the flash of disappointment on his pet’s face, he felt compelled to soften the blow. “You will be brought back here tomorrow,” he reassured them and ignored the looks of surprise on his officers’ faces.
When he reached his pet, the boy tried to take the cloth from Kell’s hands. Kell pulled it away from his grasp and insteadwrapped it around the boy’s shoulders. The human was his responsibility and by the Mother, he would see to his care. With vigorous strokes, he wiped the sweat from the smaller body, starting with the pretty hair that was darker than usual from wetness. He worked his way past the scowling face and down the well-defined torso that glistened and smelled delightfully spicy. The rosy nubs on the boy’s chest were hardened points that he could feel through the thin cloth. They begged to be tweaked and laved, and it was hard to resist their lure. Decorum stayed his impulse and forced him to be clinical, if not rough, in his efforts.
