Page 6 of The Captain's Pet
Narith nodded gravely. “I do, sir. You won’t regret placing your confidence in me.”
“I believe you in that. Dismissed.”
Kell watched the other male leave. It had been the right choice. He didn’t want any of the humans to die while in the care of his crew. Forget insulting High Command, it wouldn’t sit well with him. Perhaps it made no sense given how he’d hurt his own pet, but there was a line and he wasn’t going to let anyone cross it, himself least of all.
“He’s going to kill me or I’m going to kill myself,” Stuart confided in a low voice. He sat on the floor by the shallow end of the pool, arms hugging his knees close to his chest. Wid sat with him despite the uncomfortable hardness of the tile beneathhis ass. He’d slung an arm around Stuart’s shoulders, although it was no more than hollow comfort. They were the last of the boys to be picked up and Wid knew that he wouldn’t be able to protect Stuart when his captor came to claim him.
“Don’t say that. We’re going to find a way out of here. You just have to hang on as best you can.”
Stuart snorted. “There’s no way to escape. We can’t even leave this room and where would we go even if we could find a way out?”
Wid didn’t have an answer for him. He scanned as much of the room as he could see, as he’d done many times in the last two days. The doors were always locked and there weren’t any windows. Nevertheless, he felt sure there had to be some kind of avenue out. What they’d do after they found it was an entirely different question. He only knew that they had to try.
They both stiffened when the doors opened. The captain came through first, his immense presence immediately taking Wid’s attention. The male that followed him, however, was someone he hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t Stuart’s captor, in any event. Stuart realized it too. The boy turned to Wid with raised eyebrows, though he didn’t look relieved at the turn of events.
The new alien male sauntered up to the boys and crouched down in front of Stuart. He had a pleasant, open look to him. Cocking his head, he gazed at Stuart. He reached out and stroked the boy’s head. Stuart gave a little cry of fear and pressed closer to Wid. The alien made a little clicking sound with his tongue.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said in Travian, his words spoken softly and slowly enough that the translation occurred quickly and easily. “You belong to me now.”
He pulled a leash out of his pocket and attached it to the collar already around Stuart’s neck. They’d taken it off earlier to make it easier to treat the hideous bruises ringing Stuart’s neck. The boy had put it back on for fear of worse punishment. Histhroat rippled as he swallowed convulsively, but the alien didn’t tighten the collar. Instead, he clasped Wid’s hand and forced it off Stuart’s shoulders. Wid didn’t put up much resistance, for Stuart’s sake, although he noticed the touch wasn’t particularly painful. Stuart whimpered and ducked his head down.
“It’s all right. Don’t worry.” The alien placed his own hands on Stuart’s arms and raised him to his feet. With one arm left around the boy, he led him out of the room at a slow pace. He kept up a steady murmur of words all the way that Wid couldn’t hear well enough to translate.
“He will have a care with him. He will not hurt him like the other did.”
Wid started with surprise, his attention so focused on Stuart and his new captor that he’d forgotten about the captain. Not liking the extra disadvantage of literally sitting at the creature’s feet, Wid sprang up. He gave the male his usual glare, although he didn’t feel quite as vehement about it as before. The aliens obviously had a different standard of what constituted abuse. Still, at least the captain had noticed how badly the other alien had treated Stuart and cared enough to make a change. It was something, he supposed.
The captain’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Wid’s throat. Crossing his arms, Wid smiled up at him. A small thing, perhaps, but he’d tossed his collar again in the morning. If the captain thought he was going to help him by fetching it, he was sadly mistaken. The alien didn’t even bother to make the demand. Instead, he craned his neck around as he scanned the room. Spotting it in a distant corner, the male strode over, picked it up and returned. He put it on Wid and attached the leash with his usual efficiency.
Wid hesitated only a fraction of a second before following the captain out. Maybe he was tired of fighting or maybe he wanted to reward the alien for his more or less kindness toward Stuart.In any event, he trailed the male docilely back to his quarters and removed the collar with less anger than normal. As he watched the alien strip down, he tried not to notice the creature’s admirable physique. Not only was Kell tall and broad, he didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on him. Every muscle stood out in stark relief, the pale skin molded to all of the curves and angles. Wid doubted the Travian lacked for food, so his body had been honed through tremendous exercise. Or, perhaps simple biology produced those admirable bulges. Whatever. Wid couldn’t deny the sight enticed him, and realizing it made him mad at himself. Sure, he had long ago accepted that he was bi and found men appealing. This was different, however. He ogled his captor, not his lover.
A thought formed. Maybe he’d been going about this situation all wrong, acting on animal instinct instead of reason. Fighting the captivity and his forced role as a sex slave wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He had no hope of overpowering the alien physically. If he pursued a more subtle strategy, he might manage to gain the creature’s trust. That in turn might lead to greater freedom. Now that he knew the guy wasn’t a complete sadist, there was a chance he could win him over, seduce him even.
Assuming he didn’t throw up just thinking about it.
No, he could do this. He’d fooled around with other boys back on Seven, although he’d never gone so far as being fucked and wasn’t sure that would have ever interested him. He liked girls better and had always imagined being the one to do the fucking, although he’d never gotten that far with either sex. But none of that mattered anyway. This wasn’t the same thing because it wasn’t consensual. This alien male would fuck him whether he liked it or not. The question was, could he fake it, and given that cocks in and of themselves didn’t bother him, maybe he could.
Mind made up, Wid climbed onto the bed. It made for a nice change to not be tossed on it. Lying down on his stomach, he turned his head to look at the captain over his shoulder. Their gazes met for a moment. The alien’s head cocked to one side, a familiar enough gesture that Wid was sure it meant curiosity or confusion. Good, he’d already succeeded in throwing the creature off his game.
Slowly, Wid slid his gaze down the massive body. He stopped at the sight of the rampant cock, ready as usual for action. His stomach did a flip-flop, the memories of what that hard, thick rod felt like when it pierced his body. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that not all of those memories were entirely bad. The slow thrusts from the morning when the alien had imagined Wid as someone else had even made him hard. If he cooperated, the alien might treat him to the same gentleness deliberately. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he turned his face away and laid it down on his folded arms. He fixed his focus on a point across the room.
His breath quickened when the bed depressed next to him. He dared not look as the captain straddled his legs. Large, hot hands skimmed his shoulders before sliding down his back. He shivered at the almost ticklish sensation. The alien cupped Wid’s ass and squeezed almost to the point of pain. The thumbs slid into the crack and pulled his cheeks apart. The blunt head of the hard alien dick rubbed against the puckered flesh of his hole. Wid tensed despite his intent, expecting the cock to be shoved inside.
He was surprised when instead the cock retreated and something much smaller, a finger no doubt, teased around his anus. Slick from the pre-cum that the alien leaked constantly, his hole opened easily when the fingertip pressed against it. There was no pain, so it was easy to relax and accept the minor invasion. The captain finger-fucked him with leisurely thrusts.Wid closed his eyes, determined to remain passive in the hopes that it would be mistaken for welcome, but the captain had other ideas. Not content to merely loosen Wid up, he inserted a second finger and stroked deeper. When he curled those fingers down, Wid nearly jumped at the sensation of having his prostate caressed.
“Ah.” The exclamation shot past his lips before he could stop it and his hips bucked.
A rumbling kind of growl sounded above him. “My pet likes to be stroked.”
Wid grimaced at the alien’s observation. God damn it, this was supposed to be a ruse, not the real thing. He hadn’t counted on the creature trying to do more than take his own pleasure. He tried to stay still, but the captain rasped his fingers against the sensitive gland again and again. Wid’s cock became engorged, pressing against the bedding. He hoped to hide his reaction, but his tormentor wasn’t going to allow that. With his free hand, the alien reached underneath Wid’s body and lifted him by the waist. By using his own legs as a wedge, he forced Wid to kneel, splayed open for easy access. Still, the alien did nothing more than fuck him with long, crooked fingers.
Wid clawed at the bedding as he usually did, although this time, it was with mounting pleasure instead of pain. He stifled groans—or tried to anyway. He wasn’t having much success. The beast who controlled him seemed to know just how to play Wid’s body. And with his belly off the bed, Wid’s dick was available to play with. The captain’s hand slid past Wid’s hip to clasp the straining erection.
“Oh, fuck,” Wid exclaimed when those hot, strong fingers curled around his aching shaft and squeezed. His control eroded from there as the alien set up a syncopated rhythm of thrusting and stroking. The intensity of the pleasure being driven higher and higher by the relentless playing with his body chasedrational thought from his mind. He writhed helplessly with need, and nonsense words of encouragement spilled from his lips.
He almost missed when the fingers fucking his hole were replaced by something much larger. Alien dick stretched him wide, but this time all he felt was the flare of arousal. He moaned long and loud as his captor filled him, balls deep. He panted while his body adjusted to the invasion. More, he bucked his own cock in the circle of alien fingers still gripping him, urging them to get a move on. For the first time since his capture, he didn’t care where he was or who he was with. He stopped thinking or worrying about anything except easing the growing ache in his balls.
“Yes!” he cried out—when he wanted to say no—as the captain began drilling into Wid. He was hopeless to resist. It felt too good in the aftermath of so much fear and pain.
