Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Or was it?

  Maybe they’d only taken him for a while and eventually he could go back. For some reason he doubted that. Generally, when one civilization took people from another, they kept them. His ancestors had. Despicable business, really. Slave owning, selling, or running attracted basically unsavory people in his opinion. Not that anyone was asking. But Tyler had to start wrapping his head around the fact that he’d probably never see Earth again unless he managed to get free and then get back there. Considering he couldn’t fly an airplane, it was probably unlikely he could fly a starship. Maybe he could take a captain hostage…

  He settled back on the bed, peering up at the ceiling. He startled to find a mirror and then grinned. Were all species inherently kinky? Lifting his head to expose his neck, Tyler examined the collar. The lights were still blinking away, but he had no clue what they indicated. He paid attention to his heartbeat and realized that the green light on the side was tracking that. Grinning, he tried to figure out what the other lights were tracking.

  “Just where I want you.”

  Tyler rocketed out of bed so fast he almost shot himself into the ceiling but ended up tripping and face-planting on the floor. When he got to his feet, he looked up at the most gigantic man he’d ever seen. His skin was dark maroon, and his eyes were gleaming red. Muscles bulged all over his arms, chest, legs, and what the hell was squirming in his pants? Tyler backed away, hitting the edge of the bed and sprawling himself back almost right where he was before. He sat up and used his arms to propel him further away from whatever the hell that thing was. What was so astonishing was that as scary looking as he was, he was also unbelievably handsome, in an I-can-rip-your-head-off kind of way.

  “A quivering child? How disappointing.” The Incredible Hunk turned to the man behind him. He was shorter, thinner, a kind of muddy blue, and had the well-worn demeanor of a servant. “Take these with you. I do not think this one will run.” From his waistband, Hunk removed a wad of what looked like gold rope, but as he handed the items over, Tyler saw they were golden bands with flattened disks at the end. Whatever they were they would apparently stop Tyler from running. However, like Hunk said, it wasn’t likely Tyler was going to run. Where the hell would he go?

  When he turned and looked at Tyler again, Tyler noticed his eyes were a darker red than he’d thought. He also realized he had a black tattoo on his face. It was a curve with five dots below it. He had no idea what it meant, but it looked scary. Hell, the whole guy was nothing but terrifying. And then Tyler’s brain caught up to the first thing the man had said. Just where I want you. That could only mean he wanted Tyler on the bed, which meant he wasn’t going to eat him, he was going to fuck him!

  Tyler’s gaze dropped again to his crotch. Whatever was squirming under there was now making a very noticeable up-and-down motion, like there was a living thing in his pants jacking him off. Each time the whatever it was completed a circuit, Incredible Hunk’s prick got bigger and pressed more fully against his black pants.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  Tyler jerked his attention up to the man’s face. “What the hell is that?”

  “My cock.” He grinned, exposing very sharp white teeth. The thought that this man might have bought him to eat him returned with shocking force. He would fuck him and then eat him. So strongly terrifying was this notion Tyler swore the room rippled. “I will show you.”

  “Show me?”

  Hunk reached for his pants.

  “No!” Tyler climbed off the side of the bed and then realized he had nowhere to go. There was only one door and the man was blocking it.

  “Yes.” Slowly, he unfastened his trousers while watching Tyler.

  Tyler didn’t want to look, but he couldn’t seem to look away.

  “Your cock is very nice.”

  Looking down at himself, Tyler realized that he was hard. How the hell could he be terrified out of his mind and turned-on at the same time? And then he remembered a common dream all through junior and senior high school. A man built like one of his graphic novel heroes would slip into his bed with him and they’d rub up together. Grinding his cock against all that hard flesh had turned him on to the point of climax. The first time it happened, he’d panicked, because he didn’t understand what had occurred. Stupidly, he’d asked Sam, his older brother, who had teased the crap out of him but eventually told him it was just a wet dream. All guys had them. After that, Tyler enjoyed those dreams a hell of a lot more, but he’d never thought he’d make them come true.

  “Get on the bed, on your back, and spread your legs.”

  “No fucking way.” The words were out before he could consider that pissing this guy off was probably a very bad idea. Still, if he did what he wanted, Tyler was going to be in a world of hurt, so either way, he was going to be screaming. He’d rather fight than just let this monster have his way with him. Instead of upsetting him, Tyler’s defiance made him grin.

  “You are a warrior on your world?”

  Only when he was playing with his Xbox, but Tyler lifted his chin. “I have heard the call of duty.” It was probably pretty likely this guy didn’t know that was one of the most popular games on all of planet Earth.

  “We will fight for supremacy if that is your wish.” Hunk stood there, looking at Tyler with his hand over the fastener on his pants. “The winner will have total control of the loser.”

  “Hardly a fair fight.” Tyler touched his collar. “I’m assuming it will give me another jolt of bliss and then I’ll willingly bend over for you?”

  A frown of remorse darkened Hunk’s face. What was so stunning to Tyler was that he understood exactly what the look was conveying. Was the device in his brain that allowed him to speak and understand their language also helping him interpret their expressions?

  “That will not be used on you again. The auctioneer’s helpers overstepped their bounds. They have been reprimanded.” He lifted his hand and Tyler expected his cock to come flying out, but he hadn’t undone his pants all the way. Tyler couldn’t decide if he was relieved or disappointed. “Allow me to remove your collar.”

  He took a step, and everything in Tyler told him to run, but if he did, he would show this creature that he was nothing but a coward. Tyler stood firm. If he was going to die, he was going to go out looking right in the eye of his killer. What effect this would have on anything, Tyler didn’t know, but he was locked on course no matter how foolish it might be. Each step Hunk took closer caused Tyler’s heart to beat faster. He was certain that the green light on his collar was blinking so fast it probably looked steady at this point.

  With only a few steps, Hunk was right in front of him. All eight feet of him. He had to be almost three and a half feet wide. Tyler took a deep—possibly his last—breath and discovered that Hunk smelled good. Really good. Like a mélange of all the best smells of food, sex, and money. It was utterly bizarre and so alien Tyler blinked rapidly as he tried to assimilate this very curious phenomenon.

  Hunk’s massive arms lifted his gigantic hands, and again Tyler expected the worst, but his touch was gentle as he removed the collar. “We will have no need for this.”

  “No?”

  “No.” Hunk smiled as his gaze considered Tyler’s face so intently it was like he was memorizing it. “I will give you such pleasure the last thing you will ever wish to do is be away from me.”

  “Big words.” Oh, mercy. Tyler had no idea why he’d said something so stupid, but again, it was too late to take it back now. He reinforced his snarky comment by lifting one brow. If he was going to toss out a challenge, he might as well go all in.

  “Big words from a big man with a very big cock.” Hunk trailed his fingertip down Tyler’s arm to his hand. There, he cupped his hand around Tyler’s and drew it to the bulge in his pants. “Do you feel what you do to me? Just looking at you has made me eager to mate.”

  Below his palm, the wriggling resumed. It was so alien and strange that Tyler couldn’t make sense of
what he was feeling. It was as if Hunk’s dick had muscles and he was deliberately twisting it around just to torment him. Was that it? He was trying to intimidate Tyler?

  “You have to buy men to mate with you? Wow. Pretty pathetic no matter what world you’re from.”

  Up until that moment, Hunk had been tolerant if not outright titillated by Tyler’s defiance, but that comment made his red eyes turn black. As if the room felt for him, it, too, turned black. Tyler was so scared he couldn’t breathe, blink, or even beg for forgiveness. All he could do was stand there hoping Hunk would make his death a quick one.

  Chapter 6

  “You play with danger the way I will play with you.” Blessed removed Tyler’s hand from his pants and then pushed him onto the bed.

  Tyler’s fascinating blue eyes went wide and he would have tried to crawl away, but he was obviously too scared to move. What a curious creature he was. Despite his fear, he defied Blessed. It was as alluring as it was irritating. But still, he was worth double his price for the entertainment he had already given.

  His pale skin and long limbs stood out in marked contrast to the bed cover. He was much smaller than Blessed, but he was also very strong for a man of his size. His arms, legs, and belly were covered with muscles, and then he noticed that very short blond hairs grew on his lower arms and legs. Around his cock, the hair was darker, which was interesting visually to Blessed as it made his prick appear larger.

  To squash any more of his backtalk, Blessed turned the lights in the room down so that the black, which reflected his mood, was further enhanced. He would have this Tyler quivering in terror before he took him. A dozen scenarios of dominance tumbled through Blessed’s mind. After some study during his drink, he had a fair idea of a human’s physiology. But that really didn’t matter. He was a master at reading a creature’s response to him. Tyler’s nostrils had flared when he’d gotten close, and then his eyes had dilated, which indicated he was aroused by Blessed’s scent.

  Standing at the end of the bed, Blessed released the last fastener on his trousers, freeing his prick and strosan.

  Tyler’s eyes widened again. “What the hell is that?”

  Wrapping his fist around his cock, Blessed stroked it as he thrust his hips forward. “My cock.”

  “No, the other…thing.”

  Grinning, Blessed extended his finger and wrapped his strosan around it, milking it, turning the tip dark. “This is a strosan. It helps to firm and steady my cock when I fuck.” Blessed released the flexible length of muscle and flesh. Unlike his skin, which was burnished red, his prick and strosan were darker. In the subdued light they were almost black.

  “Like your dick isn’t big enough already.”

  Blessed smiled at the inadvertent compliment. “It is said that Krase warriors evolved the strosan because our cocks were too big to stand erect without assistance.”

  Tyler looked down at Blessed’s cock. “Yours doesn’t seem to have any trouble.”

  “I am not fully erect.” Blessed watched a look of fear wash over his slave’s features.

  “And you think that thing is going to fit in me?”

  Rather than speak, Blessed simply nodded. Blessed turned his back on Tyler to settle on the edge of the bed so he could remove his boots. He thought the tiny Earthling might attack him while his back was turned, but he either had a strong sense of honor, or he was too frightened to move. When his shoes were off, he stood and turned. It was the former because Tyler waited until he was facing him to attack. Just as he was gearing up to launch himself, Blessed lifted his hand. Curious, Tyler stopped, and settled back.

  “Before you attack me, I should tell you what this means.” He pointed to his right cheek.

  “I know what it means. It’s a tattoo. Everyone on Earth, including little girls, have them nowadays.”

  Another slight made Blessed laugh as he removed his wrist gauntlets and tossed them aside. “It is a mark of my prowess.”

  “You’ve fucked five guys? Shit. I did that many before I graduated high school.”

  “Keep insulting me, little one. Each insult will be repaid to your flesh.”

  Tyler was clearly considering how Blessed might go about returning the abuse. Whatever he thought of must have involved Blessed’s cock because he darted his gaze that direction and then up to Blessed’s face.

  “What does your tattoo mean?” Tyler’s voice was a little higher pitched than it had been before, and it was far more respectful.

  “The curve represents the surface of a planet. The five dots below represent the number of worlds I have conquered.”

  “You’ve taken over five planets?” Both of his brows rose over his eyes. Blessed was amazed at how expressive his Earthling was. Everything he thought or felt was shown in his features or his form. Reading him was more simple than Blessed would have thought.

  “I have.” Once Blessed was naked, he climbed onto the bed, crawling toward Tyler like a hungry beast. Below his hips, his strosan wrapped around his cock, steadying him so he didn’t bounce as he moved. Too, the flexible flesh hardened him, readying him for what would come. “Five times I have planted my feet on an alien world, and five times I have led the Krase warriors to victory. Your planet could be next.”

  “No.” All of Tyler’s features twisted with dread. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I might.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “You have family there?” Blessed asked, already knowing he probably did. Why else would he care if Blessed or his kind were to invade and take the place over?

  “If I say yes, does that mean you’ll go and hurt them?”

  “Answer me.” Blessed kept moving up the bed, watching Tyler with hungry intensity. From his scent, it was clear he wanted to run, but he feared running and being caught more than simply submitting to Blessed now. It was as if Tyler thought surrender would mean less pain than forceful submission. What he didn’t understand was that Blessed enjoyed dominating, not the infliction of physical misery. That was another twist to Krase sexual needs, but not one that Blessed had.

  “Yes. I have family there.” Tyler closed his eyes. “Please don’t hurt them.”

  For once in his life, Blessed felt ashamed for deliberately being cruel. When he was a warrior, he never chose defenseless targets. Winning against those technologically inferior to him would mean nothing. Triumphing over an obviously much weaker opponent was just as shameful. What was wrong with him? He would now solve his boredom by picking on defenseless members of the galaxy? The only good in all of this was there was no one but the two of them to see his shame.

  Below him, Tyler held his breath, waiting for Blessed to strike him or perhaps order an invasion of Earth. But he did neither. Instead, he traced his finger over Tyler’s chest, focusing on the bit of flesh that was different colored than the rest.

  With a gasp, Tyler arched up, and Blessed feared he’d somehow injured him. What species had such a vulnerability right there where anyone could probe it? But then he realized Tyler wasn’t hurt, but aroused. Blessed stroked the skin again, marveling as it tightened below his exploring finger.

  “What is this?”

  “What is—” Tyler looked at what Blessed was stroking. “That’s a nipple. My nipple.”

  “It’s very sensitive.”

  “Yes.” Tyler closed his eyes as Blessed continued to toy with his nipples.

  “My kind does not have something like this.”

  Opening his eyes, Tyler looked at Blessed’s chest. “Your musculature is different, too.”

  “I will not hurt you.”

  Tyler met his gaze. “I don’t see how you can possibly avoid injuring me.”

  “I am not a monster.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  “You could have fooled me.” Tyler was keeping very still below Blessed.

  “Explain.”

  At first, Tyler kept his mouth closed, but something in him refused to be silenced. Blessed couldn�
�t help but admire his courage. Most Krase warriors would have crumbled just looking at Blessed. They would have gotten on the bed facedown with their asses high to appease him. But not this ever-more-interesting alien.

  “Nice guys generally don’t buy men to fuck.”

  “There is no slavery on your world?”

  “There is, sadly, but it’s not practiced by any civilized people.”

  Blessed did not like how he emphasized that word, but he would let that go. For now. “I thought all superior people had slaves. How else do you get all the menial work accomplished?” Without slaves, the cities of Krase would crumble into ruins.

  “We hire people. You know, it’s called a job. People work and get paid a wage.”

  “But then they are wage slaves.”

  Tyler frowned.

  “My slaves have everything provided for them. A home, food, medical care—all they will ever need I will give them.”

  “But they aren’t free to come and go as they please.”

  “Where would they go?”

  “Well, to places of entertainment. To shop. Or to even just walk barefoot in the grass.”

  It was clear that Tyler was just as frustrated as Blessed was. Neither of them could completely grasp the system of the other. Blessed tried to imagine his devotee going anywhere without him. He thought that would make him very uncomfortable, but then again he did not know his mind. Blessed would ask him when next they spoke.