Page 4 of The Captain's Pet
Kell gave Garen a look that he hoped conveyed how he wasn’t fooled by the man’s smooth tongue. “They’re prisoners, so naturally they can’t be trusted. Which reminds me, I noticed some of you don’t have your boy leashed.” He looked pointedly at Garen. “As small as they are, they could still slip your grasp and we need to make sure that the ship as well as the pets are secure. When they are not locked in your quarters or their recreation room, they are to be tethered at all times.”
“You’d think they’d be grateful not to have been executed dirt side,” Firth commented down at the other end of the table.
The older engineer was a solid officer and a loyal male, but he was better with machines than with living things. Kell smiled. “I’ve personally given up trying to understand how these creatures think.”
That observation got the laugh he’d intended. He’d learned from his old captain that the best way to lead was with unwavering strength and an ability to lighten up when a point had been made. Turning to his junior navigator, he said, “Show us the new course plot based on the orders sent last night, Narith.”
The young male inclined his head. “Yes, sir.” He pushed a few buttons on his tablet and the space above the table lit up with a hologram of the area the ship currently patrolled. “Here’s our current location and here’s where we need to go.”
Kell sat back and studied the map while listening to the navigator. Only half his attention was on the presentation, however. The other half was on his human pet. A vision ofthe boy’s beautiful, yet defiant, face crowded out the vivid constellation in front of him. As unhappy as he was to be saddled with the boy, he couldn’t deny that his eager cock couldn’t wait for the day to end.
The day had been excruciatingly long, not that there was any way to tell time in the locked space allotted for the humans. Wid didn’t even know how the Travians marked days and nights, or how long a normal shift was on an alien ship. To his mind, it seemed as if they’d been cooped up forever. While it had been a relief at first to be ignored and given time to heal and eat and sleep, now his nerves ramped up in dread of the captain’s eventual return. He wasn’t the only one, either. The other boys had slowly become more agitated as the time wore on, pacing, biting nails and throwing nervous glances at the doors. There was no question in anyone’s mind that the aliens would be back, that their abuse would continue.
The waiting ended as it was destined to with the sudden opening of the double doors. The first creature to enter was a shorter, broader alien that looked older to Wid, although he couldn’t be sure. The guy went straight to a dark-skinned boy named Jordan. When the alien’s hand reached out, the boy and most everyone else, Wid included, winced. But all that happened was the kid got a pat on the head as if he were a fucking dog or something. Well, better than a blow, although not by much. Seconds later, the alien led a reluctant Jordan out on a leash.
“I won’t go so easily,” Joel vowed in a quiet voice for Wid’s ears only. Wid promised himself the same thing, although he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep it.
From that moment on, the tension in the room ratcheted up to an eleven. As each of the boys in turn was collected by whateveralien had the privilege to fuck him, there was either a tussle or quiet acquiescence, depending on the boy. Wid admired how Joel did as he’d said he would. Meeting his captor halfway across the room, he took a hard swing at the male. The alien made a braying sound that might have passed for a laugh as he ducked the punch. Then he grappled with Joel, shoving him down between his legs. Within seconds he had collared, leashed and tossed a yelling and cursing Joel over his shoulders.
Soon it was down to Wid and Stuart. The poor kid trembled and sniffed back tears as he sat as far away from the doors as he could get and still be in the large room. Wid paced nervously by his side, although there was nothing he’d be able to do to help. Shit, he couldn’t even help himself. When doors slid open, the captain came in, followed by another alien. Even if Wid hadn’t recognized the second creature as being Stuart’s tormentor, the boy’s whimper confirmed as much. Wid wasn’t able to spare Stuart a glance, however, as his entire attention became fixed on the captain.
The alien presented an imposing figure, compelling in an unsettling way. He appeared to be even taller than Wid remembered, and fiercer. He speared Wid with a look that made Wid feel as if he were some kind of odious chore, as if the captain had something to complain about as opposed to Wid. The captain’s gaze narrowed down to Wid’s throat. He frowned, turning to look around the room. Wid knew he was looking for the detestable collar discarded earlier. Folding his arms across his chest, he watched the hunt, unwilling to help and glad to have caused the inconvenience, even though he knew he’d probably pay for it later.
“Please, don’t!”
Wid grimaced at Stuart’s useless pleading. The boy stumbled to his feet as the choke collar around his neck was pulled tight with a yank of his leash. As hard as it was to read these aliens,Wid was sure the creature’s expression held sadistic pleasure. Stuart tried to keep up with the alien’s long strides to ease the pressure on his throat, but the alien didn’t slow down until he passed the captain. There was a silent exchange between the two males that ended with a nod from Stuart’s captor. But as soon as the captain turned his attention back to Wid, the other male tugged viciously on the leash and pulled Stuart through the doors.
With no one left to worry about other than himself, Wid eyed the approaching captain warily. The male had found the collar and looked less happy than he had before. Wid braced for some kind of blow once the captain reached him. Instead, he got what he read as a reproving look before the collar slipped back over his head. Once he’d clipped the leash on, the captain headed for the door. Furious at Stuart’s deplorable treatment and determined to not go quietly, Wid perversely remained rooted to his spot until the leash tightened enough to pull on the collar.
He gagged at the constriction, but was determined to make a point and hold out as long as he could stand it. The captain, however, had other ideas. Stopping, he looked at Wid over his shoulder, irritation clearly written on his face. He tugged at the leash, gently at first, then more firmly. Wid braced his legs, grabbed the leash with both hands and held fast. He gave the alien a mutinous glare, hoping the creature could read the expression. They held their standoff for several seconds, the only sound in the room being Wid’s rasping breath.
Finally the captain strode up to Wid, shoved his shoulder into Wid’s stomach, and stood up with Wid tossed over him like a sack. As Joel had done not long ago, Wid fought the humiliating hold all the way out of the room and down the hall. The alien’s power made it a waste of energy. And flailing about while upside down only served to make him dizzy. By the time he was dumped onto the captain’s bed, his head swam too much for him to reactright away. Eventually he pulled himself together enough to scramble off the mattress. After wrenching the hated collar and leash off his neck, he faced the alien with his legs braced and his hands fisted.
The captain had already stripped naked, and as with the first night, his cock stood up hard and leaking pre-cum. Obviously the struggle had excited him, or perhaps simply the anticipation of raping Wid all night did the trick. Well, he was going to have to fight hard for the privilege, the fucker. Plentiful food and water had given Wid renewed strength. He’d fight as hard as he could. He knew it wouldn’t change the outcome, but it would maybe make him feel less miserable the next day when he soothed his hurts away.
The alien’s gaze swept Wid’s body. “It will hurt less, perhaps not at all, if you don’t fight me,” he said. Once again, he took the trouble to speak in English.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Wid sneered with more fake bravado than real. Deep down the likely result of his defiance terrified him. “Fuck. You.” He launched himself at the alien before he’d let the last word completely out of his mouth.
With as much strength as he could muster, he punched the captain in the face. A rock would have been a softer target. Pain shot up Wid’s arm and he couldn’t keep the gasp from coming out. He stood clutching his throbbing hand to his chest, waiting for the repercussions. Instead of hitting him back, however, the alien merely rubbed at his jaw for a second before grabbing Wid and tossing him face down on the bed.
“Shit!” Wid yelled as he landed on his sore hand.
Seconds later, the biting pain of his ass once more being stretched by the alien’s massive dick stole his attention. He groaned out his frustration and discomfort even as he tried to will himself to relax and accept the invasion. The fucker had been right. Fighting it only made it worse, but he’d had to try, toat least show that he was still an independent being and not just somethingto be used.
He lay boneless against the bedding, panting harshly to the alien’s thrusting, and forced his mind to think of other things. He pictured his family’s new home on Seven as it had been when they’d first arrived. His parents had put them on the list to colonize early on after the wormhole had been explored and the habitable planets had been discovered. But lots of people wanted off Earth, so they hadn’t been called until Seven. His parents had been so enthusiastic and hopeful that it had been infectious.
Even though Wid had hated leaving his old Earth life and friends because he’d been too young to realize how bad things were, he’d marveled at the clean air and open spaces that greeted them. Suddenly the wormhole technology taking a year of Wid’s life to travel in stasis didn’t matter. He’d run around, laughing and screaming with delight along with his sisters and the other kids. Everything had been new and beautiful but in a functional way that addressed the difficulty they’d face with their frontier lives. Living on Seven gave them a brighter future, but they were forced to build that future with hard work that never seemed to let up.
Still, his life on Seven had been happy. Until the Travians had come and spoiled it all by claiming the humans were invading their space, that somehow an uninhabited planet was actually theirs. The aliens had insisted that the humans abandon their colony. Earth had insisted that the colony stay there and fight back. Wid’s own parents had been on board with the effort. The ‘war’ had ended almost before it began, the Travians being that much more advanced. It took little effort for them to subdue the humans, the same as it took nothing for this alien to overpower Wid.
The fucking ended with a grunt and the loathsome warmth spilling up inside him. This time, however, the captain pulledfree of Wid’s body. As the cockhead slipped past Wid’s hole, the wide stretching made Wid wince. Then the heavy hot body rolled off him and away. Thank God, there wasn’t going to be another marathon of fucking all night. Curling onto his side, Wid hugged his knees to his chest. It wasn’t comfortable, but without the captain’s heat to keep him warm, the chill of the room made itself known. It felt doubly unpleasant after spending so long in a warmer place.
Despite his efforts, he soon began to shiver. He tried to ignore it, failed and tried again. Eventually he gave up the fight, and though he hated himself for his weakness, he scooted carefully back toward the alien lying nearby. He stopped before he touched the other body and could feel a little of the warmth radiating off it. It wasn’t enough, but he wasn’t going to get any closer.
A deep sigh, eerily human, permeated the room before the bed rippled. The captain slung his arm and leg across Wid and hugged him close. The insatiable alien cock pressed hard against Wid’s ass and he stiffened with renewed fear that his lack of fortitude had cost him another rape.
“Relax, pet,” the deep, accented voice rumbled against his chest and warm breath wafted down past Wid’s head. “I’m done with you for the night. The scent is strong enough.”
