Krax
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“I know you want more.”
The Bauman pushed Krax’s chest to the tabletop and stretched his thighs wider. “Beautiful.” A finger stroked the gaping edge of Krax’s rim.
“You should see how stretched you are from where he fucked you. Pull him open. I want as much of my cock in him as I can get.”
Pherral’s thumbs slid inside Krax’s hole. He made gentle circling motions, caressing the tender flesh before pulling his ass lips apart. Krax felt his face heat. He could only imagine what they saw, what everyone in the club could see.
Pherral kissed the base of Krax’s spine. “You look so good,” he murmured. “He’s gonna fill you up so good.”
“Play with his cock, but don’t let him come,” said the Bauman.
Behind him, the Bauman grunted. Soft skin pressed between his cheeks, wedging in, gliding in the crease. The head of his cock propped against Krax’s rim while Pherral’s fingers pulled him wide open. The Bauman groaned as hot fluid pumped into Krax’s ass until it overflowed and ran down his balls. Between his legs, he could see the Bauman’s green thighs. The pearly come caught the light as it pooled on the table.
A hand lifted Krax’s head. “Clean me.”
Krax lapped at the cock. Sweetness burst across his tongue, and his cock hardened. He dipped his tongue into the large hole at the tip of the Bauman’s dick and sucked out what remained of his seed. He licked down the shaft and balls, catching every drop.
When he was done, the Bauman sat down. “Stay in position.”
The come dribbled out of Krax’s asshole, dripping onto the table. The pool growing as the Bauman’s spend merged with the small puddle beneath Krax’s cock.
“How do you want him to come? He has been good.”
Pherral shrugged at the question. Sitting next to the Bauman, he stroked his cock.
“You want to add to it, or fill his other hole?”
Krax opened his mouth as Pherral stood and pushed into Krax’s mouth.
“Suck me.”
A slap to his flank reminded Krax to keeps his ass up as Pherral plowed into his mouth. “Control,” whispered Pherral as he pushed deeper into Krax’s throat. “So good.”
Pherral groaned and pulled back. He slammed into Krax’s mouth, fucking his face. Krax breathed through his nose as much as he could. Around him, the salon grew darker. The drag and slide of Pherral’s cock was all that mattered. Pherral pulled back, ‘til the head of his cock rested on the front of Krax’s tongue.
“Don’t swallow. Just hold my come in your mouth.”
Krax nodded as hot come filled his mouth. Spicy and a little bitter, it was a complement to the sweet taste of the Bauman. Krax moaned as it kept coming, filling his mouth. Finally, Pherral stepped back. He dragged his cock against Krax’s cheek.
“Very good.”
Krax basked in the praise as he knelt on the table, ass in the air and mouth open, brimming with their essence.
Behind him, a pair of heavy feet shuffled into the salon. Another Bauman? Krax stayed in position, unmoving, while the men around him shifted seats. Pherral closed the salon panels. He gripped Krax’s shoulders and eased him back onto his heels.
“Swallow.”
Chapter 7
Semen dribbling from his ass, Krax relaxed against Pherral’s hands. He didn’t try to follow the discussion of the two Baumen. Calm flowed through him.
Pherral stroked Krax’s head, petting him as he brought a glass to his lips. “Drink. You must be parched.”
Krax nodded. He drank steadily as Pherral held the glass to his lips and tipped it gently. He waited peacefully, even as the Baumen’s conversation grew more heated as the two beings gestured emphatically at each other.
He should be more alert, primed for action, but he felt so good, so safe under Pherral’s hands, even with these two Baumen in the room
Pherral winked at him. Did he have something to do with this strange calm? Was there something in his drink? Only he had imbibed from that vessel. Why would anyone drug him? And was it the Bauman or Pherral?
Questions tumbled through Krax’s mind, too slowly for him to be completely sober. He tried to frown. Pherral shook his head and leaned down to kiss him. Now that? That was great. He definitely liked that, but Pherral pulled back.
“Don’t worry,” Pherral whispered.
Oh no. That should worry him.
“You’re safe. I promise.”
Krax found himself nodding, agreeing even though he didn’t know why. He had no reason to trust Pherral. He’d known him for mere weeks. This was ridiculous, but he couldn’t make himself disagree. What was wrong with him?
Pherral turned away.
Almost too quick to be seen, thin flat blades glimmered on the tips of Pherral’s fingers. He brushed his hands across the neck of one Bauman, then the other. Blood poured from the two, they lay grasping at Pherral as bubbles of fluid streamed from the wound in their necks. Their bodies twitched, then slumped on the banquette seating. They lay silent in death. Pherral ferreted through their garments and shoved something down the side of his boot. Krax gaped in shock as Pherral yanked Krax to his feet and closed his shorts. He pulled Krax off the table.
“Time to go,” urged Pherral. He moved towards the door panels.
Krax stood frozen. Pherral twirled back and grabbed his leash and pulled him forward. As they left, Pherral shut the panel behind them. He pulled Krax across the dance floor toward the door. Making quick progress across the floor, they exited the club.
Pherral tugged him faster as he led Krax through the base, turning right and left down a maze of corridors, seemingly at random. This wasn’t the way back to the dormitory. Where were they going? What in Sol’s Bright was happening?
“Pherral—”
“Halt!”
Across a broad intersection two patrolling guards aimed their laser rifles at Pherral as they yelled.
Pherral ignored them. He pulled Krax around another corner. They sped along deserted pathways. There was nothing, only a few maintenance access doors broke the stretches of blank paneling. Krax had never been through here in all his years on Delta 54. It didn’t look like many people had.
Behind them, cries echoed in pursuit. Adrenaline coursed through his system. Whatever he’d been given was definitely wearing off. He could feel his body responding to the situation. He was just about to comment on it when Pherral stopped in his tracks and pushed him into a barely evident niche.
Pherral put a finger to Krax’s lips. His eyes demanded Krax’s obedience. Well, he’d kept Krax safe so far. Pherral could have left him back there in the club. Krax nodded slowly. Footsteps grew louder; the guards were almost upon them. Pherral leapt out, silver glinting at his fingertips in the harsh overhead lights. Krax heard a grunt and a moan, and the thump of bodies falling to the floor. Pherral reappeared.
Pherral didn’t offer any explanation, just pulled at Krax’s leash, urging him onwards. They had gone a few turns before Krax finally processed what had happened. After years of structured violence he hadn’t been exposed to it outside of the ring, but now the shock was wearing off.
He stopped and nearly had his head ripped off. “Wait.”
Pherral dropped the leash and stared at Krax impassively.
The way Pherral moved . . . he wasn’t an untrained gladiator. He was ruthless and focused and so damned fast.
“What was that?” asked Krax. None of this made any sense. “Back in the club.”
“Nothing personal,” said Pherral. “Just a job. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“And the guards?”
“Collateral damage,” said Pherral drily. “Are you coming with me or staying in this hellhole of a wart on the anus of a Sanguine leech?”
Go with him? Where in all the string universes would Pherral be going? Malichai owned his contract. And Krax’s.
“I can’t,” said Krax. “I just need one more win, then I’m clear.” He couldn’t run, not when he was so close
to walking out the front door.
Pherral shook his head gently, the claws on his gloves lightly stroking Krax’s neck. They tickled. Krax should be terrified. Pherral had torn up four men so far, but he only wanted more of Pherral’s touch.
“You are never going to leave here alive. Malichai won’t let you go.” The caresses grew rougher. Pherral grabbed the back of Krax’s skull and held him tight, claws retracted, his fingers biting into Krax’s soft flesh. “This is your only chance to leave that isn’t a space chute.”
Krax closed his eyes. He’d seen it before. The spray of remains, dust glistening in Sol’s light before it dispersed. Imagining it happening to him was all too easy. His place in the Hall of Champions would never be realized. But how could he go without his prize money? He wouldn’t last a single solar rotation without credits.
“I can’t leave. I have nothing.”
“You have your life, or what’s left of it. Don’t squander the rest of your sols here.” Pherral smiled and started walking again, not waiting for Krax. “Besides, a man of your talents should be able to find a job easily.”
Krax took solace in the words Pherral tossed over his shoulder as he hastened to catch up.
Offering him the handle of the leash. “And I suppose a man of your talents would know where an ex-gladiator might look for employment?”
“You’d suppose correctly.” Pherral grinned and tugged the leash, pulling Krax close until his lips were only a whisper apart. “Now be a good pet through the space dock, and I’ll show you the way.”
That kiss was the start.
The End
Other works in this universe:
Strange Charm
Matters of State
Additional works:
A Shift in Sands
Someone Like You
Author Bio:
APS is a Jack-of-all-trades and master of none. Self-defined as terminally curious and prone to self-indulgence, APS excels at frittering. Diagnosed as having issues with authority from a young age, APS frolics in being a perpetrator of general ridiculousness and a defender of the irreverent.
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