His grin flashed briefly. “No Lio, you’ve been cut. Circumcised.”
“Oh.” I stared at the smooth column of my shaft. “That must have hurt.” As though agreeing, my manhood softened. He flexed his hip and nudged me, which quickly solved that problem. I was hard again, and once more fascinated with the contrasts between us. I thrust, running our cocks side by side. He gasped as the heads caught on the sensitive ridges. I was fairly certain we could come this way… very quickly.
But that wasn’t what I wanted right now. I knelt between his legs and raised his knees. I wet my finger and pressed it to his tight hole. He clenched, which made me grin. My pirate wasn’t accustomed to being plundered.
I found my discarded trousers and dug into the pocket, pulling out the tube of lubricant that was my constant companion when U’shma took me out on the town. Quickly I lubed his ass, and then moved on to my cock. I was patient and gentle, letting him grow accustomed to a finger, and then another stroking into his body.
He didn’t protest as I arrowed my cock and pressed for entry. However, his very being radiated discomfort and resistance. He bore down; his gasp was muffled as I invaded him just the barest inch.
His ass was tight around my cockhead, and after ages of denial, I wanted to pump, to thrust, to spill deep inside his body. But more than that, I wanted it to be good for us both. He groaned when I withdrew, and then took the penetration stoically when I returned. I had to wonder if this was the first time for Griffin.
I stroked into him carefully, finding the little gland that gave such pleasure and watched the pain on his face melt away into shocked bliss. He began to rock into my thrusts, tightening his ass on my shaft. My pleasure was rising, and my poor abused cock was near its limit. His was rigid and heavy on his belly, a pearl of liquid bearing witness to his pleasure. I don’t think he expected to like it so much. Clearly my skills had grown since we were last together. I grinned when he clasped my hips, trying to control my movement.
When I could bear no more without surrendering to orgasm, I withdrew.
He cursed in protest, and then took a deep breath as I lubed his cock. He was big and thick, and I knew this was going to hurt, but the pain would be the companion to pleasure. In honesty, I craved his possession.
Wordlessly I rolled to my back, raising my knees for him.
If you’d asked just hours ago, I’d have said I never wanted to be fucked by a man ever again in my life, but somehow this man was the exception. He knelt between my knees, forcing them farther apart, raising my hips just a hair.
He knew what he was about.
He pressed, and after a moment of resistance, my ass got over its reluctance to be fucked. I relaxed, feeling his massive cock gently work its way in.
That was it. He was gentle. He probably wasn’t always gentle in bed, but right now, I couldn’t bear anything else. He knew that. Just as the burn became too much, he drew back, lubed some more, and started the penetration once again. As I relaxed, the pain melted away into something delightfully dark and wonderfully delicious. I clenched my jaw against a guttural, animalistic groan.
“I’m in.” His voice was gruff. He slowly lowered his body till we were face-to-face. We didn’t fuck then; we kissed, deep and slow. He made love to me, cherishing me and letting me take all the comfort and strength I needed. My cock was trapped between our bodies; it hardened once again. He began to thrust, and within seconds, it was weeping and ready.
The old bed squeaked under our tempo, and I smelled the night air mixed with his sweat and the spice of the incense that scented my hair. I grabbed his tight, hard ass with one hand and buried the other into his thick hair. I felt the leather tie of his eye patch at the back of his head. He brought his hand to the mattress on either side of my shoulders, rising up to watch my face. That slight shift in position had him gliding over the gland buried inside my body, driving me into twisting, mindless bliss.
I was going to go before him, and with great effort I kept my eyes open, watching him watching me. I bucked under him, fighting to hold his cock deep in my body, savoring the sting where our skin slapped together. He let me set the pace, and I fought to hold back. I fought to draw the moment out as long as possible, to grasp and savor the shining moment of surrender.
When I came, my back arched, and I slammed down on him, my ass squeezing him tight. My semen shot between our bodies, a slick curtain that dripped from his belly to mine. I cried out in pleasure, in relief. I cried out with an emotion that had no name, at least not in the bleak existence I’d lived in for so long. And then I was finished, my body going lax, my breath coming harsh and fast.
Satisfied with my climax, he increased his tempo, and his powerful thrusts drove me up the bed till I grabbed the metal headboard to hold myself steady. He lowered his head and released a shuddering breath, his hips digging into mine. I felt the hot spill of his cum, the sudden blooming of sweat on his skin. His groan was rough and harsh in my ear. He pounded into my ass, suddenly releasing all the heat and the power he’d been withholding. He roared like a man in pain, freezing and then pumping into my body again. His muscles shook with tension, and I held on, breathless at his abandon.
Finally he collapsed, the full weight of his body resting on mine. I wrapped my arms around him as he recovered. I felt his cock slip from my body, and still I held on, reluctant to let this moment go.
He was weak in my arms—weak and spent. At this moment, he needed me to hold him, and it felt so very, very good. We were both limp and sated, and if an army had broken in on our stolen moment, we’d have been at a loss to fight. At that moment, we were helpless.
And you know? It was perfect.
Chapter Four
GRIFFIN WAS still heavily asleep when I rose. Crossing to the small toilet area, I did my business and then washed, and then I looked critically at my reflection in the grubby mirror.
Most of the makeup had washed away from my face, leaving only the dark lines at the base of my lashes. Those were tattooed on permanently. The artist who’d enhanced my best feature had been remarkably skilled, and it took a close look to see where the pigment had been applied. Thankfully I’d been spared the full works… no lip liner or extra embellishments.
My ears were pierced, once through each lobe, and one piercing up higher. U’shma only spared enough cost to ring me with modest golden hoops. That was another minor blessing. He’d never seen the need to ring my nipples or genitals.
Aside from the hair, which I intended to shear off as soon as possible, and the slave bands, I could walk the streets without causing much suspicion. Some slaves had elaborate body modifications that marked them conspicuously and permanently. I could live with earrings and eyeliner.
Digging into the copious pockets of my robes, I located my hygiene kit and quickly made myself presentable. There was a man in the other room who I really wanted to impress. A quick shower in the tepid water did much to restore my self-confidence.
Stepping back into the bedroom, I caught the sound of a muffled snore. That made me smile; U’shma’s snore sounded like a blast horn.
Since Griffin was clearly dead to the world, I surveyed the weaponry on the table, wondering how much of this he actually wore on his body.
Most of it, probably. He seemed the sort. My pirate was a bit old-school with his eye patch and leathers. I’d noticed last night that he even wore a single gold hoop in his ear.
The golden kilij seemed out of place among those grim, well-used weapons. In the morning light, it gleamed brightly, and picking it up, I saw fine etching along the curved blade. At the decorative hilt, solar rays burst out from an orb. As I took it in my hand, my heart raced a bit faster. It was a perfect fit.
Perhaps my brain had no memory of what to do with such a weapon, but my muscles did. I stopped thinking and simply allowed my body to take over, leading us through a series of graceful, albeit dangerous, moves. I dipped and thrust, balanced and lunged.
As long as my body commanded the
weapon, the set was flawless. The moment my brain engaged, weariness came over me and I stumbled, catching the point of the weapon on the table, rattling the piled swords, knives, and pistols.
I checked the bed and found Griffin sitting up, watching my impromptu performance.
“That was very nearly perfect, Helios. It is a fine thing to see you with the kilij in your hand once again.”
He was ruffled with sleep, his brown torso bare, the thin sheet draped casually over his hips. I wanted nothing more than to toss away the sword and dive face-first into that sheet.
It would be a breakfast fit for a king. Or a whore. Luckily, I was both.
Instead I set the scimitar carefully aside. “I’m sorry. I should have asked first.”
“No need, it’s yours. You’ll wear it when we leave.”
Mine? Granted, the solar rays were symbolic of my name, but still, it was a grand piece of metalwork. I took it up again, inspecting the pommel a bit closer.
From the corner of my eye, I saw movement and looked up to see Griffin rise from the bed and stretch, his magnificent body etched against the light of the window. He vanished into the toilet for a while. I heard the water running, and when he returned, his wet black hair was plastered to his skull and his morning beard was dark against his face. Even that had me thinking illicit thoughts.
Damn, the things that happen to a man when you take off his chastity ring!
Anyhow, I clearly needed to pull myself out of the moment and look down the road a bit. I had less than twelve hours before being returned to U’shma. It seemed that Griffin was to be my rescuer, but as yet he hadn’t presented a viable escape plan.
Hell, he hadn’t presented a plan at all! He leaned up against the rough wall, naked and splendid, watching me with an amused gleam in that eye of his.
“I can’t decide if you’re like a child learning to play with a new toy or an adult remembering to balance on a barely remembered beam from childhood.”
“Beam?” I set the sword down, keeping it slightly separate from the others. That way my gaze could wander freely to the weapon.
“From the time we learn to walk, we learn balance. Our children learn to walk on upended beams and bars. As they grow, they begin to carry weapons and then to fight on those surfaces. There are no better fighters in the universe.”
“Unless you count those who come from the sky.”
He snorted in disgust, finally pushing away from the wall and donning his leathers. I was wearing only a hip scarf, so he tossed my trousers across the room, planting them squarely over my face and shoulders.
“Get dressed. We need to talk, and it’s difficult to focus with your naked body as a distraction.”
Aha… he wasn’t unmoved! I grinned and stepped into the loose trousers, then wrapped the sash around my waist. When I bent to wrap the ankle ties, I made sure he had a good view of my ass. A rumbling growl behind me indicated that my ploy had been effective. A pair of strong hands clasped my hips; a hard, leather-covered cock ground into my ass.
“Helios… If you keep distracting me this way….”
I grinned and leaned back into his hold. After so many years of isolation and denial, touching him was like water to the parched. I soaked it up. He rasped his beard up and down my neck in a stinging embrace. One hand came around and clasped my crotch, rubbing and pulling till I was hard and needy.
“Do I have your attention?” he rumbled in my ear.
Breathless, I nodded. I might be king, but at that moment he commanded.
“Then take a seat so we can talk.” He stepped back, leaving me swaying on my feet.
“Bastard,” I muttered, flopping onto the bed. For the first time since arriving in this grubby room, I looked around, noting the peeling paint and scarred walls. Like most buildings on this planet, it was made largely of rock and heavy clay of some sort. The normal daytime temperatures were uncomfortably hot, and the earthen structures helped keep building interiors cool.
I leaned back against the headboard and sighed, watching my belly rise and fall with my breath. My cock was still hard, curving up long and thick under the thin fabric of my trousers.
“How could I forget something like a circumcision?”
Griffin didn’t answer. There was no need. At some point in time, someone had put something foreign into my head. The question was, could we undo the damage? And who was responsible for my enslavement? Just thinking about it made me weary and sad.
“So, Griffin, do you have a plan?”
“Actually, I’ve always got plans. I just need to decide which one to implement.” He lowered himself to the rickety chair that served the table. “I could simply kill that lizard and take your papers and the remote.” He grinned, and I had to wonder how serious he was.
For a moment I considered that option, and then shook my head. “He’s not a lizard. Not really. Anyhow, U’shma is probably the best owner I could have hoped for. As it is, losing me will be a bit of a blow to him.” Not many people around here had the knack for cooking at all, much less for a finicky reptilian humanoid. And over the years, I’d come to see that U’shma was as alone as I was. He’d left his people and his planet long ago. Probably no one there liked him either.
“I could try to buy you from him.”
That was a distinct possibility. He was hurting for money.
“Or I could just take you and run.”
Folding my arms, I looked at him in question. A rather charming dimple had manifested on his left cheek. God! What a rogue.
“The ports are heavily patrolled. My cuffs have a sensor that will trigger an alert if I try to pass through security.”
“Then we’ve got to get the lizard to release you.” He fished a communicator from his pocket and swiftly entered a message. “I’ll have my copilot standing by to depart.”
That was the first I’d heard of a traveling companion. Griffin stared at the display on the unit, awaiting a response. He frowned at the tiny screen. Without comment, he slipped the unit back into his pants pocket.
We both sat for a long moment, staring at each other. I wanted him… I craved him, and I let that need show in my eyes. Wickedly, I dropped my gaze to his groin.
“We don’t have time for this, Lio.”
I licked my lips. Rested my hand on my bare stomach. I brought up one knee to frame my thinly covered erection.
He growled. Obviously he was a man of few words.
“So will you visit U’shma alone, or am I coming along?”
He swallowed, cleared his throat, and dragged his gaze from my body. Reaching behind him, Griffin pulled a sword from the pile of blades and idly whirled it in the air. His skill was quietly breathtaking, with none of the flamboyant moves that I’d made with the golden blade he said was mine. He was brutal and swift. Deadly.
“Together, I think.” While his hands were busy, his gaze never left mine. “No one will question my returning you to your owner.”
I stretched a bit and relaxed, watching my pirate fight for control.
“And if U’shma doesn’t agree to release me?”
“I’ll use force.”
His control was exquisite. Clearly I’d need to exert a bit more force of my own to compel him to join me on the bed. My hair was unbound; I pulled it forward and combed my fingers through the length, spreading it over my chest. I separated long strands and began to weave a complex plait.
He watched with unnerving intensity. As I reached the end of the braid, I dragged my fingers into the rope of hair, releasing it to fall free once again. This time I pulled out small sections, making a tiny braid at my temple.
“I’ll have to cut this off. It’s bothersome.”
“I like it.”
“Then I’ll keep it.”
Dropping the hair, I let it spill like a fiery gold curtain over my torso, pooling in my groin. I looked up at him.
“How much force will you use?”
His sudden leap onto the bed took me unawares. His
weight dragged me down to the lumpy mattress; the heat of his breath seared the skin of my neck. This time he wasn’t so gentle, and I reveled in the rough attention. He bit and nipped, drawing blood to the surface of my skin. His kiss was harsh, his tongue thrusting, teeth clipping mine. His hips pumped into mine; our iron-hard cocks pressed together in a painful, mind-bending embrace. One rough hand was twisted into the length of my hair as the other jerked frantically at my pants, pulling them loose of the sash.
His mouth closed over my cock; he sucked hard, pulling a strangled curse from me. I rose a little, watching in stunned disbelief as he went down on me savagely. The blinding pleasure of the act skated dangerously close to pain. One hand was still tangled in the length of my hair, the other burrowed between my legs, stroking my balls, rimming my ass with the threat of dry penetration. All the while he sucked and stroked, pulling my cock deep into his throat in a wet, tight claiming.
I dropped back, unable to speak aside from animalistic grunts of pleasure. Movement was impossible beyond the convulsive thrusting of my hips. I surrendered to the sheer, overwhelming assault on my body.
A finger returned to my ass; it was wet this time, and he pressed inward, seeking and finding my gland.
I’d have come then, but he withdrew, and a heavy grip locked over the base of my cock, forcing me to come down just a bit, to submit to his control. Dragging my head back up, I watched. He released the length of my hair and twisted, shedding the tight leather of his pants. The muscles of his body played under his skin in a sinuous dance. His skin shimmered golden brown in the light of day; the scars on his torso and shoulders had a harsh beauty of their own.
I expected him to top me, to penetrate my already sore ass, but instead, Griffin lowered his body over mine, pushing and thrusting aggressively. His hips pumped into mine; our cocks came together. I caught them in my hand, his harsh face contorted in pleasure as we found a rhythm. He looked down as our slick shafts strained together. This was his kink; he was wildly excited by the struggle for dominance, by the sight of our male bodies entwined, by the sight of our cocks clasped in my fist.
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