by Kora Knight
Oh, shit… Oh, shit… He needed to come.
And then Gesh arched so fucking hard, he was forced to cling back to the tree. Clearly, it was either that, or slide off as he came. And the big Kríe was definitely coming. Alec could see his cock pulsing, powering cum up its shaft, straight into Roni’s waiting mouth. On and on, he kept unloading as, in turn, Roni kept fucking him raw. Damn. How much jizz did these fuckers make?
Alec hissed at the mind-blowing scene before him, and furiously pumped to bust his nut, too. But damn it, he couldn’t get over that ridge. His teeth clenched feverishly. He refused to give up. Even when Roni eased things to slow-and-steady as he finished off the last of Gesh’s load.
Yes, Alec needed to come like that. But no matter how fast he pumped, or how high his nuts climbed, he couldn’t get his orgasm to come. So damn close, but ever out of reach. Gasping in agony, he tugged his knees close and gave up with a miserable moan. Shit, now his whole body hurt like a mother. Worst fucking idea ever.
Grimacing, he panted through vicious pangs, eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see another second. Of what Gesh was able to find just now that Alec absolutely couldn’t. Completion. Orgasmic bliss. But ultimately, relief.
A dark, sated chuckle brushed past his ears. Alec peered up, lashes damp, to find Gesh standing in front of him. His kilt was back on, but he was still breathing heavy, the firelight revealing a thin sheen of sweat.
His hooded gaze dropped to eye Alec’s cock, still out and straining for release. “Perhaps you would like a little help? It appears your attempt did not work.”
Unable to speak, Alec flipped him off instead, then gingerly shoved his dick back into his pants. No way in hell was he fucking a guy. Or letting a guy fuck him. Especially one with a flagpole dick. Besides, the eyeful Gesh gave him was probably what messed him up. Seriously, that shit between him and Roni? Totally fucking twisted. Only reason it’d rubbed Alec right at all was because he was so horny from that fruit. All Alec needed was another go. Another lap without all the visuals. But if for some crazy reason he still couldn’t bust? His body would definitely burn that fruit off. Either way, it was just a matter of time.
Gesh chuckled again as he turned to leave, his post-romp timbre deeper than ever. “Suit yourself, human, but this I promise you. Soon you will not only want our cocks, but will crave them above all else.”
Scowling through another grimace, Alec watched him go, just as the trio started waking. And just like his had undoubtedly done, their expressions quickly ran the gamut of emotions. Drowsy confusion. Growing alarm. Shock. Then finally panic. Alec exhaled heavily. Those poor, clueless scientists had no idea how bad it truly was.
Fuck, it was going to be a really long night.
CHAPTER FOUR
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Alec woke the next morning to the sound of arguing. Specifically, that of Chet and one of Gesh’s cronies.
“For the last fucking time, get your paws off my shit!”
A deep, amused rumble. “You mean my shit.”
“No, you bitch. I mean fucking mine. Touch it again and I’ll kick your purple ass.”
A robust laugh followed after that. “I would much enjoy seeing you try.”
“Yeah? Well, untie me and I’ll get right on that.”
Looked like Gesh wasn’t the only one head-talking with Alec’s team.
Groaning softly, Alec peeled open his eyes, noting how it was barely light. And how Chet and Roni were having a glare-off. Well, Chet was glaring. Roni was brazenly smirking. Alec would’ve shaken his head if he could have. Unfortunately, the fact that Chet looked so wide awake meant he hadn’t slept at all last night, or something had pulled him out of his slumber early.
Alec couldn’t decide which prospect was worse. Just the thought of their captors being around them unsupervised made him tense. Didn’t trust those bastards as far as he could throw them. And considering how much they undoubtedly weighed, he probably couldn’t even heft one off the ground. But if Chet didn’t sleep that would mean the poor guy most likely wasn’t feeling too hot. For reasons Alec would rather not think about. Not that he couldn’t already feel his morning wood raging like a beast against his fly. Although, typically, “morning wood” implied a waking freshie, and Alec’s was probably the same one from last night.
He shifted against his tree post and regarded Gesh’s roguish crew. In dawn’s early light, he could see them much better than before with just a campfire to go by. They definitely looked very similar to Gesh, but now he saw definite differences. Like the varying designs of their body piercings, or the unique cuts and stitching of their “kilts.” Even the curve to their horns differed subtly, as did the appearance of their dreads. Some were longer, or thicker, or pulled back.
Alec glanced to where he’d last seen his team, bound to their individual trees. Yup, still there, and just like Alec, they too were now wide awake. Chet’s bitching worked better than his alarm clock back on base. Not that Alec begrudged him for being so pissed. For fuck’s sake, thanks to those miscreants going through their stuff, they were now tied up with their own freaking rope. The irony of it was like a kick in the balls.
Gesh appeared from the trees, adjusting his kilt as if he’d just finished taking a piss. Something that Alec needed to do badly. Morning wood or not, his bladder was full. Again, he shifted uncomfortably as Gesh stopped in front of them.
“Ah. At last. You are all awake. Good. It is nearly time to go.” He motioned for Roni to fetch their bottled waters.
“Where are we going?” Bailey tentatively asked.
“To your final destination.”
“That doesn’t sound ominous,” Noah deadpanned with a frown.
Gesh peered down at him, but didn’t offer reassurance. The trio shot uneasy looks Alec’s way. He gave them his best don’t-worry-I’ll-find-a-way-out-of-this expression, then turned his gaze back to Gesh.
“Listen. I really gotta drain my bladder. Pretty sure my team does, too. So unless you wanna smell piss all day, I suggest you let us go do our business.”
Gesh’s lips curved wryly. “What if I like the smell of your piss?”
Alec grit his teeth. “You wouldn’t. Trust me.”
Gesh chuckled and motioned to another of his pack. “Miros. Gonja. Otah tah.” Miros. Take them. One at a time.
Standing beside the campfire, Miros grunted and ambled over.
Gesh pointed to Alec. “Start with their leader.”
Miros regarded Alec for a second, then squatting down, untied the rope at Alec’s neck. But instead of moving on to the rope at Alec’s chest, he wound that first rope into a collar. Nice and snug around Alec’s throat, with the rest of it serving as a leash. Alec bristled. Gesh grinned, clearly amused by his irritation. His chest was freed next, and then his ankles, but his wrists Miros kept tightly bound.
Standing, he gave Alec’s leash a tug. “Nenya, moyo,” he rumbled. Come.
Angry and embarrassed that his team was looking on, Alec scowled and shoved to his feet. Sharp pain instantly lanced through his gut. God, it felt like his overly-full bladder was battling it out with his junk. Junk that still needed desperately to unload.
Grimacing, he followed Miros deeper into the woods, feeling his men’s gazes as he went. His chest filled with heavy regret. How was he going to get them out of this mess? Realistically, their options looked pretty grim. Maybe if he could get some time alone with Chet and Zaden, they could work out a plan to escape. They had to. And before they reached “their final destination.” Because otherwise, their chances to ever escape would most likely drastically drop. Alec was afraid to even consider what would come of them after that.
Miros came to a stop by a glossy-trunked tree, the thing so dark it looked almost black. Alec yanked down his fly, shoved his hand inside and grabbed his rigid cock. Potent sensation tore through his groin. Alec groaned at the feeling, then froze and looked at his escort. The fucker was expectantly staring at Alec’s hand, as if dying to get a look a
t his package.
Alec glowered, needing so fucking bad to piss. “Really? You’re not gonna give me some privacy?”
Miros chuffed a deep chuckle and crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against a tree. “And miss a chance to see your hard cock? You could not bribe me to look away.”
Alec narrowed his eyes. “Who says it’s hard?”
“No one needs to.” Miros’ lips curved higher. “You ate senna`sohnsay and have not spilled.”
“Who says I haven’t spilled? Maybe I did when no one was looking.”
Miros blinked, cocked his head, expression curious, then let loose a rich, hardy laugh. “Ochay moyo.” Funny creature. “As if you could do such alone.”
Alec frowned. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Had these guys seriously never jerked off before? He couldn’t even begin to imagine such a thought. Especially with how endowed they all were.
Not willing to go any further with their stupid exchange, and almost ready to piss his pants, Alec cursed in frustration and turned around, then tugged his dick from his pants. Ugh. Son of a bitch, it was so damn hard he couldn’t even point it downward. Looked like he’d be making one majorly golden arch.
With Miros at his back, he closed his eyes and concentrated really hard. Because pissing with a boner wasn’t ever easy, and the one he was sporting was a doozy. Seconds ticked by, and then a minute, but still not one drop of relief. Alec winced and gave his shaft a squeeze. Oh, shit. Bad idea. Now his dick was teeming harder. Relinquishing all contact except for his thumb, he inhaled deep and tried to relax. His nut sac tingled and his urethra started to burn. But no urination would be had.
Biting back a whimper, he dropped his head. “Fuck.”
A dark, velvet chuckle tickled his ear. Miros, leaning close to get a look. “Your hard little cock needs some help.”
Alec jerked, then glared at the Kríe over his shoulder. “It doesn’t need help and it’s not fucking little.”
Miros lifted a dubious brow.
Alec clenched his jaw. “Just because you’re enormous doesn’t mean that I’m small.”
Miros shrugged indifferently. “I did not say that small was bad. Would make sucking your cock that much easier.”
Alec tensed as images flooded his brain of Miros giving him head until he came. His dick reeled harder in the cool morning air. The fact that he’d even envisioned that shit was not a good sign at all. The fact that a part of him would welcome a Miros blowjob was even fucking worse.
Nuts firming, he winced and turned away. “Just shut up and let me concentrate.”
Miros sighed and moved to stand beside him so they both faced the same direction. “Close your eyes, Alec, and listen to the sound.”
Alec frowned, but before he could ask what Miros meant, Miros pulled out his big, mighty python. Alec stared as the Kríe began to piss. He couldn’t help it. Never had he seen such a giant cock up close. And, fucking hell, it wasn’t even hard. Easily eight limp inches long, with the girth of a fat frickin’ cucumber. Alec could only imagine what it’d look like erect. Yeah, he’d seen Roni’s and Gesh’s already, but that was from a dozen yards away. Near like this, he got a better sense of its true size, and saw some other distinguishing traits, too. Like how it lacked foreskin and surrounding pubic hair. Or how its crown—in relation to a human dick—spanned twice as far down its shaft. Alec had to admit, it was a bold looking cock.
Miros rumbled another chuckle. “You forget to listen.”
Alec quickly turned and closed his eyes. So busted. But sure enough, the sound of Miros’ gently pattering stream got his own junk to finally cooperate. Granted, it did nothing to help his boner, but at least his bladder was emptying. Alec groaned at the glorious, merciful sensation, halfway tempted to thank Miros for his help. If only his nuts would climb on board and get with the program, too.
Long moments later, he gingerly shook his dick, then winced as he crammed it awkwardly away. Still super-sensitive. Still super-hard.
Miros watched him, lips curved, back to leaning against a tree with his big arms folded across his chest. “You like my cock.”
Alec stilled. “I do not.”
“You were staring at it longingly.”
“I was staring at it because it’s huge.”
“Indeed. But also because you want it.”
Alec scoffed and started walking. “In your dreams.”
Miros chuckled softly. “And your future.”
Alec shot him a look as he stalked back to camp, but refused to give a reply. Their conversation was freaking him out, in more ways than he cared to admit. Miros just smiled and gave his leash a playful tug.
As soon as they arrived, Miros returned him to his tree, securing his leash to a thick branch overhead. Roni handed Alec a water bottle as Miros headed to Chet next. Alec eyed Gesh’s pack as they milled about, some still rummaging through the team’s sacks. Others were eating or engaged in conversation. And not just with each other. A couple were actually shooting it with the scientists, who surprisingly, didn’t appear to mind. Weren’t they pissed that they were being held captive? Guess their drive to discover all things new trumped every other emotion.
Alec looked to where Zaden was still tied to his post, sitting super still with eyes closed.
“Psst. Yo, Zaden.”
Zaden stirred and looked his way.
“You doing okay?”
Z shifted with a wince and gave a shrug. “Not dead, so yeah, I guess.”
Alec moved as close as his lead would let him and sat down next to his friend. “We gotta make a plan. Have you seen where they put our weapons?”
Zaden shook his head, his features tight.
“Shit.” Alec glanced around. “Seen any weapons of theirs?”
A small nod. “Yeah. They’ve each got some knives. And obviously they’ve got tranq darts.”
Alec pursed his lips. “What they hit us with yesterday.”
Another curt nod. Another pained face. “Too bad they waited till after we ate.”
“Fuck. Don’t remind me.”
“Like you weren’t already thinking about it.”
Alec looked at Z. “You know about the fruit?”
“Yeah. Did the math. But Naydo over there confirmed it.” Zaden gestured with his chin to a Kríe by the fire. “That big fucker, going through my shit.”
Alec eyed the male. “They’re all big fuckers.”
A groan escaped Zaden’s lips, the sound laced with a need for sex. So much so, that it instantly made Alec have to adjust his junk. Though, truth be told, he was kind of afraid to touch it.
Ultimately, he couldn’t resist.
Grinding the heel of his palm into his fly, he grimaced through a curse. “Gesh told me this shit won’t go away on its own. Miros said something similar, too. God, I really hope they’re lying.”
Zaden moaned again, but louder. “If they’re not, we’re fucking screwed.”
Alec wondered if he’d meant that literally or figuratively. Scratch that. He didn’t want to know.
Miros returned with Chet, securing him on the other side of the campfire, and came to collect Zaden next. Z winced with a grunt as he got to his feet, hobbling off to take his turn. Alec watched him go, then looked at Chet and sighed. So much for planning an escape before they left.
Before long, the science trio had taken a piss, too, and now Gesh’s pack readied to go. Each draped a black strap across his chest loaded with blades and other items. Then, while six shouldered on the team’s backpacks, another secured Alec’s team to one long rope. Single file. Attached by their collars.
But they were also tied individually, too, in a way that made Alec’s belly churn with dread. Because even though their wrists were bound in front of their bodies, they were also connected to a rope between their legs. One that continuously grazed their nuts as it ran up their spines to their collars. With very little slack, it essentially made any arm movement a risk to the family jewels. Which didn’t just mak
e escape a lot more difficult, but ensured constant contact with their junk; hands unavoidably bumping their cocks while trying to keep that rope from rubbing their balls.
And Alec thought the night had been long.
CHAPTER FIVE
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After a few hours of hiking, Gesh’s pack finally stopped, parking it by a large, flowing river. And it was a damn good thing, too, because Alec and his teammates had had nearly all they could stand. Yeah, they were dying of fricking thirst, and could use something to fill their bellies, but most of all they needed a serious breather from all the genital stimulation.
The first hour had been bearable. Barely, but still. The second had been way more uncomfortable. The third hour, however, was when Alec began to suspect that things were going to get ugly. At which point, he stopped hoping that the fruit would wear off, and began fearing the ultimate worst. That the longer that sex mojo stayed in their systems, the worse its effects would become. Because it wasn’t just his dick and nuts going crazy anymore, but holy shit, his asshole, too. It’d grown so sensitive, so needy for friction, that every single time he took a step it was all he could do not to drop.
Jaw clenched, hands fisted, he sank to his knees the second their leash holder stopped. And what do you know, his team went tumbling at damn near the exact same time.
“Oh, God,” Jamis strained out. “I can’t. I can’t do it.”
Beside him, Zaden grimaced and clutched his junk.
“Just… need to rest,” Chet grunted. “That’s all. Soon we’ll feel better. We’ve got to.”
Bailey groaned in frustration. “I don’t wanna feel better soon. I need to feel better now.”
Noah turned to Alec, all but panting. “Gesh said… he told you… how to make… this stop.”