Enslaved By a Hero [Sold! 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  “Someone has dared to enslave a Girakor!” Sevaleth snarled, pointing at the young man, who looked ready to shit himself in fear. His eyes were wider now and even greener. The other slaves stepped away from him, clearly afraid. When they moved aside, Sevaleth had an uninterrupted view of his form. He was pleased. His body was nude and unmarked. Clearly, whoever had captured this young man had treated him well. But that in no way made up for the fact that someone had dared to enslave one of his own.

  “He is an Earthling, great master.”

  “He is Girakor.” Sevaleth glared at the man until he agreed with Sevaleth’s pronouncement and hastily removed the leash and the collar around the young man’s neck. “He will come with me.”

  Rather than check to see if his orders would be followed, Sevaleth left his chair and exited through the draperies in the back. He moved quickly toward his rooms, feeling the most bizarre sense of pleasure in his belly. As much as he wanted to attribute the warmth to food, he didn’t think that was what he was feeling. He was excited.

  After going all over the galaxy to fight and bring back riches, someone had finally brought him a man he was interested in. But as Sevaleth moved toward his rooms, he realized that finding this person meant nothing. He would be just like the others and do whatever Sevaleth wanted because he was afraid.

  Slowing his pace, he hoped the young man would stride up near him, but he didn’t. It took a moment but Sevaleth realized the man was still lingering back by the curtain! Infuriated that he had not done what Sevaleth commanded, he strode back ready to make his wishes clear. However, he held his tongue when he realized the young man was trembling in fear as he looked at Sevaleth.

  “Please. My friends. I swore I would not leave them.”

  It took only a moment for Sevaleth to realize that while in captivity, the young man had bonded with some of the other slaves. “Point to me which are favored by you.”

  Through the curtain the boy pointed at a Delutian and a Xearzan. “They would be grateful and good to you.”

  That wasn’t the question that Sevaleth had on his mind. He wondered how grateful this one would feel toward him.

  “You will be grateful to me, too.”

  The young man nodded.

  Pleased, Sevaleth gave instructions that the Delutian and Xearzan would be given priority in their jobs. This was enough to please the young man.

  “You will tell me your name.”

  “I am Jodi Weiss.”

  “You were stolen from Girakor.”

  “No, I—right.”

  Sevaleth was a little disappointed the man didn’t argue with him. Now that he was closer, Sevaleth realized he wasn’t a boy but he wasn’t fully a man. Not yet.

  “You have not killed anyone.”

  “No!” Jodi seemed horrified by the idea.

  “There is great honor in dispensing death.”

  Rather than agree or disagree, Jodi looked down at the floor.

  “You will follow me and be grateful.”

  This time, when Sevaleth marched off, Jodi trailed behind him.

  “You will walk beside me like a man.”

  Jodi hurried to catch up and then walked as forcefully as he could, but he simply wasn’t as big as Sevaleth. And it didn’t seem he would grow much more, given his age. This, Sevaleth liked. He didn’t want someone who was bigger or even as big as him. He liked the notion of a smaller bed warmer.

  “Now you will tell me where you were kept.”

  “On Earth. My parents live there. I was going to college. I don’t want to lie to you just to get favors, but I’m not one of you.”

  “I say you are.” Sevaleth had a feeling he was wrong, but he would never admit it. He wanted this one to be with him, and the only way to do that was to claim he’d been wrongly enslaved. “You belong with me.”

  “And I don’t get any say in that?”

  “No.”

  Chapter 3

  Jodi was telling himself to look on the bright side, but he couldn’t quite do that. Having his great master swoop in and claim him as a citizen of Girakor seemed like a stroke of luck, but he doubted that his elevated status was going to play out that way. Something about the way this guy told him he was going to be grateful was just a little too bossy for his tastes. No good could come of getting into this any deeper than he already had, but it seemed once the great master had made up his mind there was no going back. But at least he’d gotten his pals a better deal. That was something. Jodi hadn’t known Quiddle and De’tambo long, but both of them had been willing to share what information they had. Jodi felt glad to be able to give something back, as minor as it was. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what his master being so magnanimous was going to cost him. He figured being a sex slave—damn that Quiddle had been right about that—might not be as horrible as he thought.

  His master was scarred quite fully, and he appeared very gruff, but there was something about him that Jodi liked. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but at least there was something about him he enjoyed. That was a good start. Or so he hoped. After their long trip here and so little to eat, he was famished and exhausted.

  Dutifully, Jodi walked beside his master, trying not to stare. But he couldn’t help himself because he was curious. The Girakors were exceedingly humanlike. It was uncanny. So far, Jodi hadn’t spotted one difference between him and them. No wonder this guy thought Jodi was a long-lost child of the planet. But what he was really trying to get a look at was how big the guy was in his loincloth. Jodi wasn’t certain, but he figured being a sex slave meant that he’d probably have to do things to the guy’s dick. He’d like to have a clue what he was dealing with. However, it was almost impossible to tell when the fabric of the loincloth seemed rather stiff. If it had been more clingy, he could see what was going on under there, but since it wasn’t, he had no idea.

  A million questions danced on the tip of his tongue, but Jodi remembered what his friends had told him. The Girakor warriors were very quiet. They didn’t ask questions. They made demands. They didn’t declare war. They simply waged it. Jodi wasn’t certain, but he had a feeling that this guy probably wouldn’t like a chatty little human chirping in his ear like a lost bird. To that end, Jodi tangled up his questions and shoved them down into a box at the back of his brain. Just like on the stage, he’d figure out which way the wind was blowing by careful observation.

  After a long trip down what must be a back hall, Jodi found himself following his master into a set of rooms that put the word decadent to shame. This place would have made the richest guy on planet Earth feel like a bum. Everything was beautiful. But it went beyond that. Everything down to the tiniest thing, like a doorknob, was stunning but functional and excessively festooned with precious metals and gems. Whoever these people were, they clearly prized their warriors. Jodi’s gaze landed on the pool that was half in the room and half out on the balcony. The stones that lined the thing had to be some exotic mineral. They were the richest azure blue Jodi had ever seen but there were also streaks of gold running through the rock. Like lapis lazuli shot with gold.

  Jodi had an urge to throw himself in it and splash about for hours, but he refrained because for all he knew it was something sacred to his great master.

  “May I have a name to call you?” Jodi asked. Great master, which was what the guy who’d bought him told him to call their new owner, was lofty and all, but it would get old pretty fast.

  For a moment, he thought he was going to get backhanded right across the room. From the guy’s build, smacking Jodi would be like swatting a fly. He looked like he could toss men over his shoulder, spin them, and then chuck them like a discus. Given his power and Jodi’s weight, he could probably shoot him a good twenty yards. But again, as he looked at him, there was something below that terrifying appearance that spoke of a man almost entirely at odds with his exterior. Jodi was afraid he was simply grasping at straws out of hope that he didn’t just become the sex slave of a total monste
r, but he didn’t think so.

  “You will call me Sevaleth.”

  “Thank you, Sevaleth.” Jodi didn’t know what he should do, so he just stood very still, waiting for instructions.

  “Now you will show your gratitude.”

  Jodi had no idea what that would entail until Sevaleth removed his loincloth. His cock was big just like his balls. Thick black hair covered him in a very human triangle shape. Above his cock, black hair tapered down from his belly button, hit that massive prick, then continued on down his very powerful legs. When Jodi looked up, he saw that Sevaleth was looking at him very pointedly.

  “I’ve never…I don’t…” Swallowing hard, Jodi pressed his lips together. He’d be more than happy to make Sevaleth know his gratitude, but he had no clue how to do that. For all he knew, Sevaleth could expect him to shave him, sing to him, or suck him off. Gratitude could mean just about anything. The other guys had given him slaves, so maybe Jodi was supposed to go out and bring him back some guys. He honestly didn’t know. And as much as he wanted to think there was something sexual here, he couldn’t help but notice that Sevaleth wasn’t hard.

  “You are untouched.”

  Even though it wasn’t a question so much as a statement, Jodi nodded. He refrained from asking if Sevaleth was pure as well because he didn’t want to get into that discussion. And then, Jodi had a horrifying thought about intergalactic STDs. That would be just his damn luck. He’d finally found someone to get freaky with but unfortunately he would end up with something that would cover his dick and his entire body with oozing sores. For all he knew, he was allergic to this guy’s jizz. He’d actually heard of women on Earth who were allergic to sperm, so it really wasn’t that farfetched to think he might be allergic to this man.

  “You are turning red.” Sevaleth sounded concerned. “Explain this to me.”

  Knowing it was as close to a question as the man was likely to get, Jodi blurted, “I’m scared.”

  Sevaleth looked crushed.

  Jodi couldn’t help but notice that Sevaleth really, totally, and fully looked devastated by the fact that Jodi was afraid of him. In that moment, Jodi had a great burst of insight. Maybe, just maybe, Sevaleth was sick of frightening everyone. He was a warrior, and he’d clearly spent his entire life fighting, but now he wanted something else. Jodi realized he could be wrong, but it certainly couldn’t hurt him to give his idea a try.

  “Not of you,” Jodi said. “I’m not scared of you.”

  Up came Sevaleth’s head, but his expression was rather dubious. Obviously, he wanted to believe he wasn’t a big, bad guy but he needed more convincing.

  “You are clearly a proud warrior who has been through a lot.” Jodi thought he hit just the right amount of butt-kissing and honesty when Sevaleth stood a little straighter. “But I know you won’t hurt me.” Jodi hoped that might plant the seed of that notion in Sevaleth’s head. “I’m afraid for my friends.”

  “The Delutian and Xearzan are important to you.”

  “Yes. They saved me.” In a sense it was true. They’d saved him from panicking over everything by giving him information, so it really wasn’t a lie. Still, Jodi didn’t think it was wrong to fib a little to help his pals. “I was stolen from Earth.”

  “You are not from there.” Sevaleth spoke as if his word were the last word on the subject.

  “Right.” Jodi found agreeing with him was easy because then he could insert the truth as part of Sevaleth’s own belief. That way, it wasn’t lying so much as it was agreement with a codicil. “I think I was put there because Earthlings are so much like Girakors.”

  Sevaleth nodded as if this was probably so.

  “I spent my whole life there. On Earth.” This was no lie. Like most kids, Jodi had had dreams of being more than he was. He played computer games and enjoyed the notion that he was a long-lost prince of some ancient realm. It was a wonderful fantasy, but all it took to shatter that idea was the fifteen seconds of the video his father had shot of him being born. Nothing pegged him as his mother’s son like actual video footage of his squalling baby form exiting from her vagina did. That, and the DNA evidence was pretty damn conclusive. Not that his dad had ever questioned his mom’s fidelity, not at all. Just that there was a trend once about finding out the history of your ancestors. Jodi’s dad had jumped into genealogy with both feet. Jodi’s people weren’t that complicated. They migrated across Europe then came to America for a better life just like a lot of other people. No big surprise and no big deal until Jodi now found himself on an alien world and desperate to please his gruff-looking master.

  “You are one of us.”

  Jodi nodded because he didn’t know what else to do.

  “You are not a fighter.”

  Again, it was an observation. Jodi shrugged because he didn’t want to piss his master off.

  “I can make you fight.”

  Jodi didn’t want to, so he shook his head and sighed. Rather than say anything, he moved toward the wall of windows. Maybe if he appeared emotionally fragile like a poet or something, Sevaleth would not expect him to be bloodthirsty.

  “You fear to fight.”

  Jodi nodded, and his whole body felt like goose bumps were going to ripple his flesh for the rest of his life.

  “Speak.”

  The one word turned Jodi toward Sevaleth. He opened his mouth to confess that he had no clue about anything, and he’d be glad to be Sevaleth’s bitch as long as he didn’t really hurt him, but his eyes widened when he saw the enormous cat.

  “Kitty!” Jodi wanted to run at the creature but refrained only because he felt Sevaleth would be angry with him if he did.

  Baffled by his exclamation, Sevaleth looked behind him.

  Jodi didn’t know what Sevaleth was seeing, but what he saw was a cat that was as big as a dog. It was standing in the center of a perfectly made bed.

  “You recognize a tataan. That means you are from Girakor.” Sevaleth pronounced this as if it were definitive proof.

  Reluctant to piss him off, Jodi nodded, then asked, “What’s his name?”

  “I do not name those below me.” Sevaleth turned as if he didn’t care, but Jodi sensed that he did.

  “Raptor.”

  Sevaleth paused, considering. “In your tongue that means he is a mighty hunter.”

  “Yeah. I mean yes. Raptor is a proud name.” Jodi thought that was actually a funny name for a fluffy creature that would undoubtedly spend its days lounging in the sun.

  “So shall his name henceforth be Raptor.” Sevaleth touched the big cat on the forehead.

  Raptor barely acknowledged Sevaleth’s presence before he wandered away to find a big patch of sunlight and fall down as if mortally wounded.

  Typical cat, Jodi thought, but said nothing. He didn’t want to upset his new and clearly rather volatile master. Although, to be fair, he couldn’t deny the notion of being a willing slave to a man so much bigger and more powerful than himself. Sexually, bowing down to Sevaleth hit all the high notes of his lust. In theory, it sounded like nothing but fun. However, in practice, it might really hurt. Sevaleth was one big guy.

  Sevaleth moved next to Jodi and touched his back. “You belong to me.”

  And we’re right back to that, Jodi thought but said nothing.

  Sevaleth frowned. “Tell me if you do not want to belong to me.”

  It was as close as the warrior could get to asking for Jodi’s permission. Against his fear, against his need to be free, Jodi found himself whispering, “I belong to you.”

  Rather than grin like he had won, Sevaleth nodded. “We are to be careful.”

  Unsure what that meant, Jodi nodded. “I think being careful is a good thing.” Although he’d feel a lot better about it if he knew what he was agreeing to.

  “You are small.”

  “I am small in relation to you.”

  Sevaleth moved his hand to Jodi’s shoulder then slowly lowered his hand down. After cupping his buttocks, he pressed his fi
nger between them, fingering Jodi’s hole. He did this very gently, almost as if he were seeing with his hands instead of his eyes.

  “You will have to be opened for me.”

  Oh, dear God! What does that mean? Jodi felt panic rising and then he did the craziest thing he’d ever done in his life. He turned toward Sevaleth, dislodging his hand. “That’s not how we start.”

  “I thought you were innocent.” Sevaleth’s eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

  “I am. But I was still trained in the erotic arts.” Lordy, that sounded so stupid, but it seemed that Sevaleth was buying it. And maybe Sevaleth wasn’t all that experienced, either. That actually made Jodi feel a lot more comfortable. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

  “You will show me.”

  Jodi stood there desperate to think of what would come first when he remembered something his dad had told him before his first date. He’d said that women liked to be romanced. “If you want to kiss a girl, you have to move toward that objective slowly. Don’t just grab her or you’ll scare her and probably piss her off. No woman wants to feel like you think she’s some kind of a sure thing.” Later on they’d realized that Jodi liked guys, but the information was the same. No one wanted to be jumped on.

  “We start with seduction.”

  “I do not know that word.”

  When Jodi said it there was a blank spot in the translation. Oh, boy. Their culture had no word for seduction? That was bad. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t teach his great master a thing or two.

  “I will show you.”

  Chapter 4

  Sevaleth liked the look of Jodi’s form. He was very handsome and utterly untouched by a blade. And now he’d found out he was equally untouched by a man’s hands. That made Sevaleth more comfortable. He wanted to touch him but not do so like he’d seen some of the men in the hero’s hall. They groped and were rough with the slaves and sometimes other men or female citizens. It was brutal-looking and some of them cried before, during, and after.