Warlord's Enigma MM BDSM Sci-Fi Erotica

by Yamila Abraham

  “Don’t tease me, Rodin. We were just getting started.”

  “Get out.”

  Janus pouted but climbed to his feet. He paused in front of him before exiting. “I really do find you attractive.”

  Rodin grabbed his chin, forcing his face closer. “If you are a defiant, lying, murderous, piece of scum, I’m going to kill you.”

  Janus swallowed in his hold.

  “And if you keep enticing me…” He leaned close enough for his breath to hit Janus’ face. “…you’ll get more than you can handle.”

  A slow smile formed on the king’s lips. “Don’t underestimate me.”

  Rodin shoved him away. “Leave.” He headed back toward his bed.

  Janus blew him a kiss at the door. “Later, then, my beautiful angry alien.”

  Rodin waited until he left to grin.

  7

  Kinthor dragged himself back to his suite much later than he’d expected. Rodin had somehow delegated his agenda to Arda, and she’d forced him to put in a full day of work.

  Thoughts of Janus addled his mind, making Arda snap at him twice for not listening to her.

  He entered and heard sounds of his view screen. Janus had huddled in a blanket on his couch watching the Xen-Kroth news.

  The prince looked at him and gave a lift of his chin. “Hi.” A soiled plate sat next to him and a filled glass was on his gedinye small-table.

  Kinthor leaned over the back of the couch. “When I come home, you run over to greet me. Bow at my feet and welcome me. Then focus on me until I dismiss you.”

  Janus made a face that was half disgust and half disbelief. “I’m not going to do that.”

  Kinthor forced a smile. “Oh, you are. Trust me on that. What you’re not going to do is lounge around leaving your dirty dishes on my furniture.”

  Janus focused back on the view screen. “There was a maid in earlier. I figured she’d get it next time she came.”

  Kinthor leaned over to the controls embedded in the couch to turn off the monitor. Janus finally fixed on him.

  “What do you think is going to happen to you right now?”

  Janus blinked at him. “What’s the matter? Did you have a bad day?”

  Kinthor’s brow rose in time with his answer. “Yes. I did. Good, comfort slave. Asking about my day is what you’re supposed to do.”

  “How should I know what to do?” He turned back on the view screen. “No one’s told me.”

  Kinthor slammed his fist on the controls, smashing them. Janus jolted. The screen went dead again.

  “I told you! Just now! Focus on me!” He stomped toward his bedroom. “Come!”

  He got halfway to his room before noticing he wasn’t being followed. He returned to the living area. Janus was still seated on his couch. He hugged a throw pillow against his middle.

  “I said come.”

  “I don’t want to be anywhere near you. You’re frightening me.”

  Kinthor stormed at him. The prince bolted up with a flash of panic. He snatched him around the waist and carted him down the corridor.

  “I had a miserable day. You’re supposed to relieve my stress.”

  “Stop it! Let me go! I’m in hell! Pure hell! Just kill me already and end my misery!”

  So dramatic. “You really are insane, aren’t you?”

  “What?”

  Kinthor dumped him on his bed. Janus faced him with his cheeks flushed.

  “Get undressed.”

  He looked around as though trying to find an excuse to disobey, then he hoisted down his shorts and threw them onto the floor. Kinthor thought there was some thickening of his cock.

  Wouldn’t that be interesting?

  He went to the bedside and pressed a control panel. A chained sling lowered. Janus gaped at it.

  Kinthor plucked Janus up and placed his back on the sling. He fastened one raised restraining loop around his ankle.

  Janus jerked his leg. “Don’t tie me up!”

  He secured his other foot, then grabbed his arm. Janus resisted, but was so much weaker than him Kinthor barely noticed. Both his arms and legs were bound above him while his body reclined.

  Kinthor returned to the controls.

  Janus’s ass lifted two feet off the bed. A look of desperation formed on his face.

  “Let me down. Please!”

  “I said shut up.” He opened a drawer and retrieved a paddle. Janus flailed, jingling the chains. He grabbed one and pulled the harness to the edge of the bed (it moved on tracks hidden in his ceiling). The prince’s round ass hung off the sling with his legs bound high in a V shape.

  Kinthor cracked the paddle into him with full strength. The scream it harvested lasted seconds after the blow. Janus flailed with greater desperation.

  “Too hard!”

  “Every day you don’t run to greet me, bow to me, and welcome me—every day you don’t focus on me until I dismiss you, you’ll get five of those.”

  Janus sobbed, shaking the entire rigging. “I understand. Don’t hit me again.”

  Kinthor grunted in consideration. The wretch deserved more, but genuine sobs of agony always swayed him. The streak on his ass was red and would bruise. He dropped the paddle with a clatter.

  Both his large hands raked over the darkened flesh. “I’ll stop only because you didn’t know. But from here on you’ll be an obedient comfort slave, right?”

  Janus snuffled. “I don’t mind you spanking me but you can’t do it so hard.”

  What?

  “What?”

  Janus tilted up his head to look at him. His face was red and streaked with tears. “Be gentler with me.”

  “Stop acting like a spoiled brat.”

  “I don’t know any better.”

  He rubbed his finger into his crease. “Well you’re going to learn.”

  “I’ll try.” Kinthor heard him swallow a lump. “Will you let me down now?”

  His brow furrowed. He groped his testicles with one large hand. Janus’ shaft grew thick enough to rise off his balls.

  “We just got started, pet.”

  He snuffled away the last bit of his tears. “But I need to speak to you.”

  He continued manipulating both orbs within the looser outer flesh. “I would have been pleased to talk to you, civilly, convivially, but you showed me disrespect the moment I came through my door.”

  Janus twirled his feet. His cock now pointed toward the ceiling. “But my…my court. You said your assistant was…ngh.”

  Kinthor thought of the story about the clams. “Hm.” He stepped back to open his drawer again. “I’ll tell you what’s going on when I’m finished playing with you.”

  “Okay. Fine.”

  His brow furrowed once more. He’d found this openness to the sex odd with Shalen as well. Perhaps it was a Sensicry quirk?

  8

  Janus tried to relax in the diabolical contraption Kinthor had bound him into. His wrists and ankles were strapped high enough above him to make him feel stretched. His ass projected outward from the thing, giving Kinthor access to his most delicate places.

  At least the brute was skilled at therapeutic genital manipulation. He was already aroused from the massage to his balls. His doctor, Neese, would do something similar to him once a month to help him excrete. The appointments were eagerly anticipated, being one of his only legal means to sexual pleasure.

  His brother told him he’d achieved orgasm by having a butler whip his bare buttocks with a mop head. Accidental excretement was allowed by their gods, so he emulated the act with the welder’s son. He took an hour to come and even then it was only because his partner pelted his cock and balls with the soft strands of the mop.

  Kinthor wasn’t afraid to masturbate him. He took the curse on himself—if it even applied to his people—granting him pleasure without consequences.

  Father got to enjoy it—why can’t I?

  Kinthor placed implements from a drawer on the bed just out of his sight. He pursed his
lips. How many toys did he plan to use on him? His cock grew hard as metal. Anticipation added to the eroticism. He gave low shallow gasps.

  “What are you going to do?”

  He heard a bottle being unscrewed open. “You don’t get to know.”

  “I should have some say about what happens.”

  A warm finger coated with lubricant mashed against his asshole. Ohhhh! His nerves lit up with sublime pleasure. He squirmed in his restraints.

  “You have no say.” He made circles over his tender anal ring. Janus curled his toes. “But don’t be afraid—you’ll come to trust me in time.”

  The words caused a pang in his middle. He didn’t know why. He focused on the scintillating touch while growing breathless.

  “Breathe deep.”

  “Hmm?”

  He felt the tip of his finger pushing in. His eyes fluttered closed. There was pulsing where he opened him that reverberated through his pelvis.

  “Ngh.”

  “You’re not breathing.”

  “Oh…it feels so good.”

  He heard Kinthor give a throaty grunt. The finger pushed all the way in. He twirled it inside him.

  “Ah!” Janus rotated his feet in their straps. His cock leaked precum onto his belly.

  “So sensitive.”

  “Keep doing…that.”

  “I almost don’t mind you ordering me when you’re so aroused.” He pulled out the finger. “Almost.”

  Janus frowned, but the throbbing remained where his finger had been. He tilted his pelvis back and forth until Kinthor’s hand came against his inner thigh to steady him. Even this touch felt exquisite, causing tingles on his flesh.

  The tip of a smooth cool object perked against his hole. It widened as Kinthor pushed it in, stretching him further than his finger.

  “Ah…!”

  His throbs verged on an ache as it inched into him, then it popped inside. The roundness narrowed to a stem with a plate on the end that covered his anus, preventing it from entering him any further. The greased plug lodged deep, immobile in his pulsating entrance.

  “You took that well.” Kinthor moved to gather something else from the side of the bed.

  “I…I want to keep this thing. Whatever it is.”

  “A butt plug.”

  “And take it home with me.”

  Kinthor laughed. “You are home.”

  Janus eyes opened. He looked past his bare chest and erect cock at him. “I mean my real home.”

  Kinthor held a whip that resembled a mop, except the straps were broad and made of soft leather. He lashed it against his ass.

  Janus tilted back his head again. “Ungh!” The stroke was harder than what cloth strands could manage, but stung far gentler than Kinthor’s hand or paddle.

  Kinthor swiped his cheeks again. His blows were constant, landing on different cheeks. Janus felt tingly warmth after the bite of every strand. His thighs trembled. It was a beautiful overload of sensation.

  “What makes you think I’ll ever let you go?” Kinthor painted the back of his legs with the whip.

  The words managed to breach his trance. “You have to. I’m the king…I…”

  Kinthor gave a gentle swipe to his crotch. Janus jolted with his entire body. His cock tingled under the lash, aching for greater stimulation.

  “You’re my comfort slave. I’m not giving up someone so luscious.”

  Janus winced at a blow to his ribs. “But everything’s a mess in the royal court. I have to fix it.”

  He lashed his chest. Janus’ nipple perked. The bud ignited under another swat, then throbbed in tingly bliss.

  “We’ll see,” Kinthor said. He treated his other nipple to the same hot strands.

  Janus swallowed and leaned up to look at him. “Even if you’re really taking me as a slave—the term is one year. I go home after that.”

  Kinthor half smiled at him. He set down the whip and ran his hands up his flanks. The caress over his sensitized flesh made his head crane back again.

  “You’re such a pretty pink now. Gorgeous.” His fingers rubbed over both nipples at once.

  “Hah!” Janus fought his restraints to angle away from him. The twinges of sensation overwhelmed him.

  “And you’re still thinking as an over-entitled brat. I can take any slave I wish for as long as I wish.”

  His hands glided over his tremulous stomach. Janus forced himself to focus.

  “You have to let me go.”

  Kinthor clutched his shaft. Janus winced. The tissue beneath his enclosing fingers thrummed with prickly heat.

  “I don’t have to do anything.” He engulfed him in his mouth.

  Janus’ pelvis wrenched up from the sling. His cock was taken in to the root and then tugged back with vicious suction. Kinthor repeated the move at twice the speed. Ecstatic pressure built at the base of his shaft.

  “I can’t hold back! Stop!”

  Kinthor let his organ spring free. His chest heaved with rapid gasps. Both testicles clenched upwards, holding him on the precipice of orgasm. His face contorted. Whatever they’d been debating was lost to him now.

  “I’m so close.”

  Kinthor rubbed a finger over his constricted balls. “We’re not even halfway done. Concentrate. If you come, I’ll spank you with the paddle again.”

  Janus whimpered. “Don’t touch it!”

  Kinthor withdrew to pick up another implement. A stick with two feathers hovered over him. Janus watched, still quaking at the edge of desperation, as the feather danced on his chest. His hard nipples were tickled by the soft point. It drifted over his pectorals, lighting a path of tingles, then on his cheek and lips. Kinthor moved it down again, touching softness to his belly and thighs. The tightness in his testicles began to assuage.

  “Ready for more?”

  “I can’t rein it in.”

  Kinthor clucked his tongue. “You’ll have to learn control, my pet. Or our fun ends too quickly.”

  He set aside the feather-stick and picked up something else. Strong fingers pulled the butt plug from his ass. Janus arched his back and gasped. His ring throbbed rapturously once more. The tip of a larger plug, as oily as the last, began to open him.

  “Relax and take deep breaths.”

  Janus focused on the throbbing. His rigid nipples had an echoing pulse. His hole stretched even wider before the new plug popped in. He clenched on the stem with pulsating heat.

  “It feels good,” he whispered.

  Kinthor lashed his chest with the tasseled whip. His eyes opened wide at the shock. Once again his flesh was lit up with stinging swipes. Kinthor painted his belly, hips, thighs, calves, and then aimed the whip on the bottoms of his feet. When he set the tool aside his whole body had warmed. Each breath came out with a tremor.

  The second plug was nudged free from his ass. Janus clenched his fists and toes. Yet another greased plug began stretching him. He was pushed past the limit of the one before it and still had to open more. A twinge of discomfort mingled with his throbs.

  “Keep breathing. This is the last.”

  It popped into him. Janus yelped. He panted furiously at the sensation.

  “There.” Kinthor caressed his thigh. “Good boy. That’s not too painful, is it?”

  Janus swallowed between gasps. “I love this one best of all.”

  “Urgh.”

  He lifted his head. Kinthor’s yellow eyes glimmered and his face had darkened. He stepped to the wall and pressed the controls to lower the sling. Janus’ back connected with mattress. His arms and legs had enough slack for him to move again.

  Kinthor climbed onto the side of the bed, making it bow with his weight. Janus’ lips parted. His master had shed his pants. A fat glistening cock stood so rigidly it barely swayed as he moved.

  He undid Janus’ bindings and pulled him near the headrest. Kinthor sat with his legs splayed and a hand at the back of Janus’ head.

  “Suck me.”

  Janus cringed from his gleamin
g slit. “No.”

  A powerful fist squeezed his hair. “It’s not so terrible, you little idiot. I’m as clean as you are. Open your mouth.”

  Janus obeyed while still scrunching his face.

  Kinthor pulled him closer. “Stick out your tongue.”

  He put out the tip.

  “All the way. Don’t make me get the paddle.”

  He pushed out his tongue. Kinthor’s cock pressed against it. He felt warmth and slickness. A tang of salt hit his taste buds.

  Janus opened his eyes. His face relaxed. He looked at the rigid organ bare inches from his lips.

  Kinthor released his hair. “Suck it.”

  He brought a tremulous hand around the shaft and touched his tongue against the slit once more. Eroticism replaced the revulsion he first felt. He swirled his tongue over the smooth lobes. The cap and a third of his length fit into his mouth. He kept licking Kinthor’s slit and sucked him.

  He heard a satisfied grunt. “Jack me with your hand.”

  Janus stroked the shaft. He could feel Kinthor’s hot pulse. He bobbed his head, sucking as hard as he could, and jerked him.

  “Good boy.” Kinthor swept his fingers through his hair to erase the roughness of his prior touch. “Trying to make me come?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  Kinthor let him continue two minutes before pulling him off. He turned Janus around so that he was on his hands and knees and knelt behind him. His plug was urged outwards. Janus gave a soft moan as he was opened to the brink, and the emptied. He felt the tip of the cock that had been in his mouth touch his hole.

  Janus swallowed. “What are you…?”

  “I’m going to fuck you, my pet. That’s what I was preparing you for.”

  Janus remained still, letting the words permeate him. Kinthor had his cap against him, but didn’t penetrate. He realized he waited for a response.

  “I’ve never had communion with anyone before.”

  “You mean sex? Don’t get sentimental.” He caressed his shoulder. “Now say, ‘Please fuck me, master.’”

  Janus grumbled. “I can’t stop you.”

  He pressed his cock against his ring. “Good enough, this time, but I’ll expect better.”

  He opened him as wide as the largest plug. The throbbing returned. Janus’ eyes rolled back. Thick heated girth impaled him, going deeper than the plug. His prostate mashed beneath the invading shaft.