“Yeah. You’ll suck my dick some more. I can’t say it’s really all that much of a deterrent.”
“Each time I punish you means that I bind you ever tighter to me. Eventually, I’ll be able to look at you and make you climax.”
“So?”
“I would have total control over you that way.”
“I still don’t see—”
“I would isolate you.”
Tyler frowned, considering what that would mean.
“You would only be able to find release with me, and once I instilled that in you, I would keep you but never allow you to cast your gaze upon me again.”
Tyler’s mouth dropped open. “That’s cruel.”
“That’s the punishment that awaits you if you continue to defy me.” Blessed popped another sea vegetable into his mouth. “I am a kind and considerate master, but I will not be mocked.”
“I wasn’t mocking you.”
“You refused to follow my order.”
“I forgot that you had told me to shut up.” Tyler uttered a noise of frustration. “Forgive me for not intuitively knowing how to be a perfect servant since I’ve never been someone’s slave before.”
“Obviously.”
Tyler frowned, but he didn’t turn away or say anything else. He was learning. Slowly but surely he would eventually become conditioned to Blessed’s needs. And if he had his way, Tyler would never have any idea that he felt anything for him other than desire.
Chapter 11
“I don’t understand why I can’t just look around. It’s not like I’m going to steal anything.” Tyler was shown to his quarters in the slave area and told to stay there until he was called for. Since Blessed owned the entire top floor of the building, his living space was roughly the size of the high school Tyler had attended on Earth, but Tyler was only allowed to stay in a very small room that was about fifteen feet square. It was nicely furnished with a bed, a chair—both fashioned in blocks like the furnishings at the hotel—and there there were other things that Tyler couldn’t even fathom a use for. Entertainment, perhaps, or personal hygiene.
“You are a slave, not a guest. Be happy that he did not order you bound in your room.”
“Is that what happened to the last guy?”
“That is none of your concern.”
Tyler wanted to probe the slave master for more information, but he refused to discuss anything with Tyler other than where he would live, the rough timing of things in the household, and what Tyler should do if there was something he needed for his comfort. At that, Tyler had said he needed his freedom. The slave master hissed a vulgar expletive and departed after locking Tyler in his room.
With nothing else to do, Tyler settled on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. No mirror in here, just smooth ceiling that was roughly the color of old coffee grounds. Gah. The color was slightly nauseating, so he turned his head and looked to his side. The walls were more of a cream color that was bland but soothing. There wasn’t any art or decorations on the walls. Apparently, slaves didn’t need any eye candy. After about ten minutes of rest, he rose and explored the curious items in his room. Baffled as to their use, he kept pushing and poking until he got one of them to do something. Unfortunately, it started to make a deafening noise that forced Tyler to put his hands against his ears.
Eventually, the slave master returned and shut the thing off. He turned and slapped Tyler hard across the face. Since he had big hands, his strike damn near knocked Tyler out.
“You idiot! Who turns on the disposal without shutting the cover?”
“I didn’t know what it was.” Tyler stepped back before he could hit him again. Once was quite enough.
Fury abruptly drained from the slave master’s features. “Didn’t the slave house condition you?”
“I don’t know what that means.”
After a long sigh that didn’t need to be translated, the slave master explained what the unit was for. When Tyler needed to rid himself of personal waste, he would do so in the bin. When he was done, he closed the cover, pressed the button, and the waste would be removed.
“When the unit is not needed, you may press this”—he pointed to a spot on the floor that Tyler had thought was a stain—“and it will fold away. Press it again and it will return. Use this lever to set the height needed for your body.”
Tyler got it. He also understood that what had looked to him like an empty room at the hotel was actually the bathroom. When he described the other room he’d seen, the slave master said that was the closet used to house cleaning supplies. The thing Tyler had thought was a terrifying toilet was actually a device for steam cleaning the fabrics in the room. Someday he’d probably laugh about his mistake, but not just yet.
Tyler looked at the other strange device in his slave quarters. “And what’s that thing?”
Again, he explained using clipped, concise terms. The second unit was for cleaning. Tyler could use whatever his species preferred, from water to sonic waves, or a scrubbing brush. The cleaning unit could be hidden away in the floor just like the waste disposal unit.
Tyler thanked him for the explanations. “What am I to do until I’m called for?” Just the thought of sitting in this room for days at a stretch made his skin crawl. There wasn’t a window or anything to do other than attend to his personal hygiene.
“There is visual and auditory entertainment.” The slave master took Tyler over to the head of the bed and pointed to the block that looked somewhat like a table. With a flick of his finger, a screen popped up on the ceiling above the bed. With a tap, he moved the screen to the far wall. He showed Tyler how to change the channels and the volume. What stunned him was the sheer amount of things he could watch. There were shows from all over the galaxy, most that made no sense to him at all because visually he couldn’t understand the information.
“You don’t have three eyes.” The slave master showed him items that would likely be more pleasing to him. But what held his attention riveted was the learning channel. Here, he could watch videos on everything that was known about every species that was currently identified.
“No Earthling stuff?”
“You are one of the first. Soon, there will be an entry on your kind, but it takes time for the educators to put the presentations together.”
“It’s like an encyclopedia of the universe.”
“Do you have any other questions?”
Tyler hesitated, but he figured he at least had to ask. “How many sexual slaves does Blessed have?” For some reason, Tyler imaged his room multiplied by a hundred, each one filled with a creature hungering for contact with their owner.
The slave master frowned as he considered Tyler. “You are the only one.”
Astonished, Tyler couldn’t help but smile since he was unique in Blessed’s household. However, his joy was short lived.
“Once Blessed tires of you, he will either have you retrained to be a house slave, or he will sell you back to the auction house.”
“Is that what happened to the others?” Tyler was certain that a man like Blessed had had many sexual slaves.
The slave master offered a curt nod.
Devastated, Tyler settled on the end of his bed.
“Do not despair.”
Tyler looked up.
“No harm will come to you. As one of the first Earthlings, you are extremely valuable. It is unlikely that any citizen would buy you in order to harm you. Not when your cost is so exorbitant.”
“How much did Blessed pay for me?”
“More than you can imagine.” The slave master shrugged. “Besides, it does not matter. You now belong to him until he decides otherwise.” He turned on his heel and left Tyler alone with his thoughts, which were jumping up and down in his head like a pack of crazed monkeys.
Tyler wasn’t worried about Blessed hurting him, but he was concerned that he would soon grow bored with him. What did a sexual slave do to make himself irresistible to his owner? Tyler wasn’t sur
e. And he felt weird even having the thought. He should be scrambling to find a way out of here and off this planet, but that seemed so hopeless and unlikely he gave up before he even started. All he’d seen of the city was the massive buildings. Land must be at a premium since the buildings were literally built with no space between them. To Tyler, they were like massive versions of New York brownstones, or perhaps the row houses in San Francisco.
The other thing he’d noticed was the sidewalks were easily ten times the width of those on Earth, probably because of the sheer volume of foot traffic. Hundreds of creatures went whizzing by him, but Tyler didn’t really get any good looks at them. There seemed to be some type of transport in the middle of what would be the street in most American towns, but it wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen. Since his focus had been on keeping up with Blessed without running into him or ripping up his feet, he hadn’t really gotten a good look at that, either. But his overall impression was that he was an ant among giants. Since the buildings were so high and tightly packed, there were lights glowing everywhere. He imagined the sun, if there was one, only shone down on the street when it was directly overhead. There was an almost physical pressure of having all that weight looming above him. It had been disturbing to say the least.
When they’d stopped suddenly, Tyler was afraid he’d somehow inadvertently angered Blessed. He worried that his teeth were chattering or his shivering made the leash feel jittery in his hand. Holding onto himself for warmth, Tyler had waited for Blessed to do something to him, but he never expected to be outfitted in custom-made clothing.
Looking down at himself now, he marveled again at how light the fabrics were in relation to how strong and warm they were. When he’d asked one of the tailors, he’d said the cloth was intelligent in that it held or released heat given the comfort of the wearer. Should Tyler start to sweat, it would pour off heat. Should he shiver, it would trap heat. As fascinated as he was, he was unable to ask any more questions once they’d finished dressing him.
Tyler wasn’t so sure about the fashion sense since he thought he looked like something from an eighties music video, what with the wide shoulders and tucked-in pant legs, but the reaction of Blessed changed his mind in a hurry. His eyes had turned from red to black, and Tyler knew that was one of his signs of arousal. Too, his strosan had flickered against his trousers, which, given how he’d had it in a pouch shape for his softened prick, meant that he was getting hard and needed to make some room. Tyler hoped the other outfits would please him as much as this one obviously did. Keeping Blessed happy and interested seemed to be his ticket to survival.
Relaxing on the bed, Tyler flipped back to the encyclopedia channel and then rolled through the selections until he came to Krase warriors. He then spent the next few hours learning about Blessed. The segment was pretty heavy on the propaganda, but at least he had a better understanding of their ways of mating. Just as Blessed said there were males, females, and neutrals. The females were oddly shaped compared to the males, who looked like smaller and less fierce versions of Blessed. They copulated via penetration, but the female had multiple uteri, much like a canine. Should she breed with multiple males, she would have children from different fathers. The child’s sex was determined by chromosomes in utero with only ten percent becoming neutral, which was considered their select class. To be born a neutral meant automatic benefits because Krase neutrals defended the rest of the population so they could continue breeding.
The system was entirely different from what happened on Tyler’s planet. He couldn’t imagine a woman giving up her child for someone else to tend to. But the Krase females did. They didn’t rear any of their own offspring. Once a female had exited the breeding stage, she became a tender who took care of other breeders’ children. In this way, there was very little emotional attachment between caregiver and child. For a neutral, it was even more emotionally barren.
As soon as a neutral was born, he—technically they were its, but the channel referred to neutrals as he so Tyler did, too—he was taken to a special school to be tended to until he was able to walk. Unlike humans, Krase were able to do this within a few months of being born. Their growth rate was staggeringly quick. While humans were still toddling around in diapers, neutrals like Blessed were learning how to fight. But it wasn’t all physical instruction. They were also well versed in the psychology of war, the practical applications, and the tragic results of ill-conceived battle plans.
Tyler was rapt with attention throughout the entire segment, but he wished for even more details about the sex life of neutrals. Since the neutrals were sterile they didn’t breed, but they did require release. And lots of it. If their fluid built up for too long, a Krase neutral could suffer from battle rage. During this sickness, they broke from reality and saw everyone around them as an enemy. A full-grown neutral in this fugue state would keep on killing until he ran out of energy or someone managed to strike him down. Most neutrals took care of matters long before the sickness could set in, but there were cases where they’d waited too long and madness compelled them on a killing rampage.
Tyler shivered. He never wanted to see Blessed angry again. He was terrifying when he was pissed. He didn’t yell, scream, or bellow, he just had this silent fury that was far more frightening. Tyler vowed to do what he could to keep the peace, keep Blessed entertained, and hopefully keep himself with the devil he knew rather than the one he didn’t. Maybe, if he was very good, when Blessed grew weary of him he might return Tyler to Earth.
After watching a few more shows about various aliens he’d seen since he’d arrived, Tyler started flipping idly through the channels. When he found one that seemed to be a porn channel, his eyes widened. He had to tilt his head all kinds of directions to make sense of what he was seeing. With such oddly formed bodies it was impossible to become aroused since he had no idea of what was going on. Unlike his satellite dish at home, there wasn’t a “coming up next” button, so he surfed around and then came back, hoping to see something of interest. Eventually, he lucked out and found a scene between two Krase neutrals.
“Gay alien porn. Who would have thought it?” Tyler chuckled but then sobered. It really wasn’t gay since they weren’t male but neutral. It porn? Naw, that sounded weird. Neutral porn sounded like something for militant lesbians who eschewed penetration as a violation. “Screw it. I don’t care what it’s called as long as I learn something.”
Unlike human porn, there was no effort to provide a storyline for the characters. They simply entered a room and started stripping down to fuck. Tyler was riveted for the entire scene. Like he’d learned in the encyclopedia entry, neutrals were referred to in the male gender in other languages. Very few universal tongues had a neutral gender pronoun. So, Tyler thought about that as he watched the two men violently rip each other’s clothes off and wrestle for supremacy.
It was hotter than hell because Tyler realized they were fighting for which one would penetrate the other, and from the way they were fighting, it was a damn serious contest. Eventually, one of them won, tossed the other down, yanked his legs apart, and shoved his strosan-braced prick into the other’s backside. Tyler’s entire ass clenched up in sympathetic fear of that being done to him. Damn, but they had enormous cocks. On Earth, they would be the ultimate male porn stars.
The one being penetrated arched up and let out a cry that was pure pleasure. Apparently, losing didn’t mean he didn’t like what he was getting. Besides, they switched places so that each was penetrated. It seemed the only contest was about who would go first.
Even though he found the show arousing overall, he was left with a somewhat hollow feeling in that when they were done climaxing they left the room without any kind of tenderness, afterglow cuddling—nothing. Not even a nod of acknowledgment. They fucked, dressed, and left. The only thing Tyler had learned was that he didn’t like alien porn any more than he liked human porn. Both left him with a vague feeling of unease. Not like Tyler expected hours of kissing and decl
arations of undying love, but some kind of showing of emotion would be nice.
Tyler clicked off the television and thought back over the relationships he’d had. Some had started hot and heavy with more sex than talk. Those were the ones that generally burned out fast, like a shooting star. The ones that started as friends who became lovers were the ones that lasted the longest. Those were the relationships he found the most fulfilling both emotionally and physically.
What he had with Blessed was different in that they’d mixed hot sex with conversation. They weren’t friends, but they weren’t unknown acquaintances, either. Fuck buddies might fit what they were at this point, he supposed. But he didn’t want to stay there. In order to have any kind of stability, he had to find a way to make himself important to Blessed. The problem was, how in the world could he do that when he had no power and very limited information?
Chapter 12
“Strip.” Blessed settled back to watch his latest plaything disrobe. It was turning out to be one of his favorite activities. Tyler had a way of removing his clothing that was both alluring and almost defiant. Each time, Blessed had found a reason to punish him. What was disconcerting was that he wasn’t conditioning his servant so much as he was conditioning himself. Whenever he saw Tyler, he found all kinds of slights that deserved a reprimand. Tonight, he found fault with the way he took off his boots. Rather than bending over to take them off, he’d used his feet on the back, potentially ruining the line of the boot. It was a small infraction, but Blessed didn’t care. He watched as Tyler took off everything else then ordered him to assume the punishment position.
Dutifully, Tyler bent over a low cube, lifting his bare ass up high.
Blessed knelt behind him, pried his beautiful buttocks apart, and proceeded to tongue fuck his ass until Tyler was almost ready to blow. Once he was, Blessed flipped him over and sucked his prick, drinking down the elixir of his climax. That was what he was addicted to. Something about his ejaculate was beyond anything Blessed had ever tasted. When he was done, he returned to his chair and allowed Tyler to suck at the tip of his cock until he was on the verge of losing control. Once he got to that state, he would have Tyler stand so he could spray his chest and belly, staining his skin blue. It faded after a shower, so Blessed reasoned he had to mark him each day to show his ownership.
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