Page 7 of The Captain's Pet
Now the captain fucked and stroked in perfect sync, driving Wid up and up, until his body spasmed. Cum burst up from his balls and out of his cock, hot spurts that flew far enough to hit his chest. His hole clamped down on the invading cock, hard enough to make the alien thrusting into him growl. Then the rod within him swelled, pressing into the walls of his channel before shooting.
God, Wid could feel the heat of the alien’s cum firing deep within him. The fingers that still gripped his cock clamped down so hard, he yelled out in pain. The captain dropped his hold immediately, although he didn’t pull out. Instead, he pressed his body down onto Wid’s until they lay flat on the bed. The heavy weight of the alien made it hard to breathe, yet he lacked the energy to even protest.
As he lay there exhausted, spent from the force of his release, true despair seeped into his brain. For the first time since his capture, he wondered if he would be able to stand his fate. Heworried whether he could hold on to his sanity, not because he couldn’t bear to be with this creature, but because maybe he could.
Chapter three
Widwokeinthesame position as he’d fallen asleep in, wrapped in alien arms and impaled by alien cock. He wasn’t sure if the captain had reclaimed him in the wee hours of what passed for morning on this ship or whether they had ever decoupled during the night. Not that it mattered either way, he was stuck in a trap of his own making. He had wanted to seduce the creature and apparently he’d succeeded. Warm breath tickled the back of his neck as his captor murmured unintelligibly. The guy must have been just waking up.
Slowly the cock within in him began a steady rhythm of fucking. It didn’t hurt. In fact, given the angle of the thrusts, his prostate was being petted and stroked. His cock stiffened at the gentle assault and he couldn’t keep the moan from escaping. That simple reaction was enough to rouse the captain more fully. Picking up speed, he moved swiftly to shift their bodies so thatWid landed on his back. The massive alien loomed in front of him, his wide hips pushing Wid’s legs open as far as they could go.
Oh God, at this angle, the alien cock slid even more over Wid’s sensitive gland with each forceful thrust. He gripped the bedding as he’d so often done before to keep himself from sliding. The captain stared down at him with a bright gleam shining behind the endless black of his eyes. It was too intimate, too much as if they were actually lovers. Wid glanced away.
“No!” came the guttural command. “Look at me. Look at me!” he demanded with such stern command that Wid complied.
“I hate this,” Wid spat out, unable to keep up his façade of acquiescence. “I hateyou.”
The alien grinned down at him much like any predator must look at its prey. “Me, yes, but not this,” he countered in that heavily accented—yet perfectly fluent—English.
To prove his point, he braced himself on one arm next to Wid’s shoulder and clasped Wid’s hard cock with the other. The damn thing betrayed him, swollen red and leaking pre-cum. His balls rode high against his body, ready to fire with enough provocation. The captain made sure to give it to them. He worked his hand up Wid’s length and down again with strokes perfectly timed to his thrusts. He twisted on the upstroke and ran the edge of his thumb through Wid’s moist slit.
Wid shuddered, his back arching up into the grip. Mindless sounds of mounting pleasure erupted from his equally traitorous lips. Despite his feelings, his body got with the program. His hips bucked up to meet the thrusts. The alien’s cock drove deep inside him, wringing more cries, goosing his cock to greater heights.
“This is better, yes?” the captain panted out, his exertion obvious. “No fighting, no pain.” When Wid said nothing, the creature slammed harder and deeper still. “Yes?”
Wid could only throw his head back on a scream as he came. Warm ropes of cum jettisoned out of his dick as the alien jerked and squeezed it dry. Seconds later, the alien did the same, his cry of release deafening and almost frantic. He thrust fast and furiously, sending Wid sliding up the bed, before collapsing down against Wid’s chest.
They both breathed harshly, and while Wid wanted to close his eyes, he found he couldn’t. There was something mesmerizing about those black orbs staring down at him. It was impossible to read the alien’s expression, but just for a moment, Wid thought the captain might kiss him. Before he could even think of how he’d react to that, the moment passed. With more care than Wid would have thought possible, the creature pulled out of Wid and rolled away.
Silence reigned as the captain strode out of the room, to bathe in some fashion, no doubt. Wid stayed where he was, boneless from the fucking. He wasn’t sure how he felt about taking pleasure in this forced coupling. On the one hand, he knew that just because his body reacted to the stimulus, it didn’t mean he was a willing participant. On the other hand, all those endorphins made him feel good, which was a nice change from how he’d felt since his capture. And pretending to play nice could lull the captain into enough complacency to find a way out of this fucking mess. Being able to really enjoy being in this creature’s company would help lend credence to the ploy.
Lost in his own thoughts, he was surprised to find the captain standing by the bed, fully dressed and with a cloth in his hand. He tossed the thing onto Wid and turned away. Wid blinked stupidly at it for a few seconds before he realized it was to help him clean up a bit. He was a sticky mess, not just the usual slime around his hole, but his stomach gleamed with his own ejaculate. He sat up and gratefully used the offering. Bad enough to come, worse would be for everyone else to see it.
By the time he’d swiped a few times at his skin and gotten out of bed, the captain stood waiting with the leash. This was the first time since his arrival on the ship that the alien didn’t have to put his collar back on him. It was a little thing perhaps, but Wid could have sworn the captain looked happier when he only had to clip the leash to the collar. Wid quickened his steps in order to heel like a good boy too on the way to the slaves’ quarters, determined to show he could be trusted. This façade at least was easier to maintain.
He was among the last to arrive. Most of the other boys stood or sat around eating. Only a couple were in the waters and nobody seemed particularly banged up. When the captain unhooked the leash, he paused for a beat or two, looking at Wid. He was waiting perhaps to see if Wid was going to whip the collar off and toss it as he’d done before. Instead, Wid turned slowly away and sauntered over to the others. He paused halfway there and looked over his shoulder. The captain cocked his head before treating Wid to a small smile and leaving.
As the doors opened to let the captain out, Stuart came in. Wid stiffened in fear for a second before he realized that Stuart was in good shape. Although he was collared and leashed, his new captor had his arm around the boy as well, guiding him in with slow steps. Stuart didn’t exactly smile, but nor did he cry either, and no bruises marred his face. His body also didn’t seem to have a mark on it.
The alien brought him to a halt to nod in deference to the captain, who nodded in return before continuing on his way. Then the alien led Stuart closer to Wid and the others before unhooking his leash. Everyone in the room had noticed by now that the boy had arrived and the chatting died down. There was a muted communal gasp as the alien officer kissed Stuart on the top of his head before leaving. Beet red, Stuart watched the creature leave before turning to everyone else.
“Hi,” he said in a shy voice.
Two seconds passed by before everyone, including Wid, rushed over to the kid. Being the closest, Wid arrived first and gave Stuart a critical once-over. “Are you okay?” Despite what he saw, he wasn’t so sure it wasn’t simply a matter of all the damage being hidden from sight.
“I’m fine, really,” Stuart said as he looked at the others who surrounded him. “Please don’t fuss. This time, there is nothing to worry about.” He paused to lick his lips, then the boy continued, “He didn’t hurt me.” Then he shrugged. “Except for the rape part, I guess, although it wasn’t particularly painful. He was careful, and that’s a big improvement. Believe me.”
Yeah. Fuck it all, but yeah. Their new normal meant being grateful when their rapists were gentle. “It was nice of them to give you to someone new,” Wid said without thinking of how it might sound.
Joel snorted. “Nice! Sure, they gave Stuart to a real peach of a guy. Now Stuart only has to worry about taking it up the ass, instead of having the shit beaten out of him first.”
Wid winced. “You know what I mean. This guy isn’t sadistic. It’s something.”
“You know it,” Jordan said around a mouthful of food. “Last night, I didn’t fight my guy. I just laid there and took it.” He shrugged. “It was over quicker and didn’t hurt as much.” He shook his head. “I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I’ve given up already. We’re never going to get out of here. Why make it tougher on ourselves than we have to?”
There was a general murmur of assent all around before the boys split up and went back to eating or waded into the pool. Wid could see resignation on everyone’s face, even Joel’s to some degree. The emotion threatened to pull him down too. Their situation seemed too overwhelming to deal with, except that kind of attitude wasn’t going to benefit them for sure. Theyneeded to do something to actively help themselves. He just didn’t know what yet. Hungry and needing to pee, he clapped Stuart on the shoulder and gave him a warm smile.
“I’m glad things are better,” he told him before he left to tend to his most immediate problem. Once his stomach was relatively full, he approached Joel. Of all the others, Joel was the guy most likely to help him think of some strategy to escape. He was smart in a cunning kind of way, even if he was also a hothead and a risk-taker. Not trusting that the place wasn’t being monitored, he tugged on Joel’s arm.
