by A. C. Ellas
“Any celebratory banquet should wait until the battle is actually over,” Nick pointed out dryly. “However, I am not opposed to the idea and will bring it up with Cai once he’s awake. Has your Astrogator recovered yet? Cai dealt him quite the psychic blow.”
“He’s conscious,” Sammie said, his expression speaking volumes. “Thank you for your assistance, and I hope to hear from you soon.” The connection was cut, and Nick turned away with relief.
“Strange man,” he muttered. “Wonder what he’s really after? Military contracts?” Nick shrugged it off. He was much more concerned about Cai’s well-being than wondering what Samuel Hunter wanted. Cai was sleeping peacefully, so he decided it was safe enough to make himself presentable to his husband. He slipped into the front room of the suite and stripped. He set his garments aside on a small table beside the hatch. One of Cai’s adjuncts would take the clothing and have it cleaned, pressed and hung in the closet for him. He picked the leather collar up off the same table and read the inscription aloud, “This slave is the property of Cai.”
Nick buckled the collar around his neck then locked it. Cai had the only key. He felt the wide leather band with his hands, exploring the way it sat against his flesh, fingering the rings Cai could use to leash or restrain him. He liked the way it made him feel. He looked down at himself, noting the lean muscles, the light dusting of body hair, the large tool between his legs. He reached down and adjusted his sac, fingering the locked leather cuff that stretched his scrotum for Cai’s amusement. He was so used to wearing the cuff that he hardly noticed it was there. It also declared him as Cai’s property, and he took this off only if he were leaving the ship.
He walked back into the bedroom where Cai was still resting comfortably. Having rigged for combat at the beginning of his session in the Chamber, Cai had been fed Synde through a feeding tube, glucose through an IV, and had the Essence milked out of him to prevent him from going into overdose from the Synde. As a result, he had no needs now other than rest, and Nick was there to make certain that he got it. An alarm would sound if the AI detected a Rel jumping into the system. Everything else could wait. Nick laid down beside Cai and closed his eyes.
Sometime later, he awoke, hot and horny. Cai was still sleeping, and he didn’t want to wake his exhausted spouse. Nick touched himself, but he didn’t play with his cock or cuffed balls. Instead, he explored his new opening with a finger. He’d chosen to use the belly button rather than the space between his testicles and anus for a very practical reason—there would be no bones in the way when he gave birth. Evie had donated a chromosome—their father’s X chromosome, which had been swapped out for one of Nick’s Y chromosomes, and the resulting cell had been used to grow not only a uterus, but also an ovary. The uterus had been implanted, the ovary had not been. Nick had no interest in bleeding for five days every month. The ovary produced eggs on demand, and the fertilized eggs could be implanted in his new uterus as often as Nick could stand it.
Additionally, Cai now had a new hole to play in, or would once Nick admitted that he’d gotten the procedure done. The surgeon had assured him that the new tunnel had just as many nerve endings as a real vagina would have, and that he’d feel every millimeter of Cai’s cock as intensely as he did in his ass. Waiting for the opening to heal enough to be used had been the hardest part, but as of that morning, his new hole was open for use. Nick slid the finger in, surprised at how easily the tissue parted, then gasped as a hot, pleasurable sensation flooded his gut.
Nick pumped his finger in the hole, pleasuring himself shamelessly. His other hand stroked the collar around his neck. I am owned, I am loved. His crotch ached with his desire, but he ignored the hard shaft between his parted thighs. He added a second finger, groaning in pleasure. It seems wrong that this feels so good. He wanted Cai to use this new hole of his, to claim it and make it his and then put his baby in there for Nick to gestate.
He closed his eyes and imagined Cai taking him that way, pumping his long shaft in and out of Nick’s newest tunnel. He sighed as he felt the release of his climax, pulled his hand away and surreptitiously wiped himself clean. He would tell Cai about it as soon as his spouse was awake.
Slender fingers slipped into him, and he gasped; his eyes flew open to meet Cai’s intensely blue gaze. “Very interesting,” Cai murmured. “I enjoyed watching you play with yourself, but I think this hole is here for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I meant to tell you—”
“I know.” Cai silenced him with a kiss then picked up an object from his nightstand. “I took the liberty of having one of your eggs prepared.” It was the egg injector he’d been shown. Cai brushed it across Nick’s belly. “Are you ready, my dear?”
“I am,” Nick whispered, wanting Cai to just do it before he lost his nerve and changed his mind.
Cai pressed the nozzle into his hole. It felt good as it stretched him open. Cai’s free hand gave his cuffed balls a squeeze, but that didn’t distract him from the intense sensations in his midsection. Cai worked the entire nozzle into him then depressed the button. Nick felt a puff of coldness deep in his gut, then it was over. Cai gently removed the injector, straddled him and inserted his cock in its place. He slid into Nick easily, and Nick groaned in pleasure.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, master,” Nick gasped between the intensely pleasurable motions of Cai’s cock deep within him. Cai was thrusting strongly, steadily, looking down at him the entire time. Nick reveled in the submission as much as in the sublime sensations, giving himself to Cai with every moan and every cooperative quiver. Cai’s orgasm set off a transcendental quake of ecstasy in his gut that left him gasping and begging for more.
But Cai didn’t indulge him. Instead, the Astrogator withdrew, gave his stomach a pat and said, “Go make lunch; I’m starving.”
Nick didn’t argue. He climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. He glanced down at himself. His belly was shiny with the fluids of Cai’s spent lust, but his penis was hot and heavy, fully engorged with his own, unrequited lust. This is part of what being a slave is about, he thought. My master’s needs come before mine.
He entered the kitchen to finish preparing Cai’s lunch. Two of Cai’s six adjuncts were already there; the enchilada casserole had been removed from the oven and was cooling. A salad was being prepared. Nick stepped up to the stove and got to work on a couple of side dishes. Feeding Cai was one of his pleasures, but the Astrogator had a screaming-fast metabolism as a side effect of his occupation. He burned through calories so swiftly that he was almost always at risk for a hypoglycemic crisis. Nick selected food with care—not only did he consider flavor, but also nutrient and calorie density. He also made enough of it to feed a small army. The adjuncts might be little more than organic computers tied to Cai’s mind, but they still had all the needs of living beings. And the capabilities.
When Nick had been abducted by an angry guildsman, Cai discovered that he could ride his adjuncts—see through their eyes, hear through their ears, control their actions as easily as he could control his own body. Cai now took advantage of that as the mood struck him, playing with Nick through the intermediary of his adjuncts. All six of the adjuncts had full carnal knowledge of him, and when Cai wasn’t directly riding them, they did have independence of action within their programmed parameters. It wasn’t free will, but it was a fairly good approximation of it, though they would always seek to act in Cai’s best interest.
Nick’s ass was stroked and pinched as he stood there preparing the sides, and he found himself responding to their touch. Tri-Ess—Three-Systems/Security—came up behind him, and Nick gasped as he felt the cool sliminess of lube slipping up into him on the tip of the adjunct’s finger.
“Bend over,” the adjunct stated in his peculiarly flat voice. All the adjuncts spoke with that same strange monotone, a side effect of their brains having been completely wiped and resynapsed into the patterns of an Astrogator’s assistant.
/> Nick backed up a little, pushing the finger deeper into himself, and bent forward as requested. He spread his legs as he did so to give the adjunct easier access. The adjunct would prepare his body for Cai by lubing his tunnel and stretching his anal ring. This happened more often than not these days, and Nick didn’t allow it to distract him from the cooking, not even as a second and third finger were added to the one already in him. Tri-Ess pumped his fingers, pushing the lube up into him, stretching his opening and making him ready to serve his master. His renewed erection bobbed between his legs, hot and heavy, demanding attention. He ignored this. He didn’t have permission to come.
Tri-Ess removed his fingers and inserted Nick’s anal plug with a practiced twist and push. Nick moaned as it stretched him even more on entry. His ring closed around the narrower stem, locking it in place until Cai removed it. The adjunct’s hand slid between Nick’s parted thighs and briefly squeezed Nick’s cuffed balls. Nick was startled—this was something new. The hand didn’t linger, however, but pushed forward even further until it was under Nick’s erect cock.
He glanced down to see the gleam of steel rings. Tri-Ess pushed the rings onto Nick’s cock. They went on easily at first, but soon, Nick felt the bite of their compression against his shaft. Tri-Ess worked them down his shaft methodically. The largest ring went all the way to the base of his cock, the smallest was nestled right behind the crest of his head, and three others were spaced between them. They were all connected to a stiff strip of black leather, which Tri-Ess connected to Nick’s ball cuff. The cock harness wouldn’t be coming off any time soon.
For a moment, all Nick could do was stare at his steel-caged member. The bite of the rings wasn’t precisely painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either. That’s the point of it, he realized. Not only does it display my penis for Cai, it displays my submission to him. It reminds me that I’m a slave. He reached down and stroked himself, feeling how the rings pressed into his flesh. I like this.
Nick plated the side dishes and started carrying things out to the dining room. It felt really strange to walk with the cock harness adding its weight and pressure to his erection. The device was focusing his attention to new heights—he couldn’t stop thinking about it or even noticing it from moment to moment. He was fixated on the steel rings strapped about his cock.
On-Em, the other adjunct working in the kitchen that day, wrapped a hand around the base of Nick’s erection and slowly pulled his hand over the engorged shaft. Nick’s entire body trembled at the stimulation, his sexual tension ratcheting up several notches. On-Em released him, But when Nick turned back toward the kitchen, the adjunct tapped the base of his anal plug, and Nick gasped at the additional sensation, followed as it was by a mild electric shock that seemed aimed at his prostrate. His erection engorged further, the rings biting harder.
Nick was panting with lust and the effort of containing his orgasm as he brought out the next load of plates. Tri-Ess and On-Em were right behind him, also laden with their meal, and this time, they left him alone as everything was attractively arranged around the table. Nick surveyed the layout and nodded. It was ready.
Tri-Ess pointed to the corner nearest the kitchen door. “Kneel there.”
He went to the corner, turned to face the room and knelt in place, spreading his knees widely. Cai would have a perfect view of him from where he normally sat. He didn’t have to wait long before Cai entered the dining room. The Astrogator looked him over slowly, a smile hovering on his lips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look like that?”
“Do you like it?” Nick touched himself, using the tips of his fingers to display himself to Cai’s gaze.
“I like it very much.” Cai sat down at the table along with his adjuncts. “Do you like it?”
He flushed as he admitted, “Yes, I do. It feels good and it really focuses my attention on you as my master.”
The adjuncts were serving the meal now, starting with the salad. Cai took a few bites before he asked, “What did the doctor say about using your cunt once you’re pregnant?”
“He said there wouldn’t be any issue. So long as you were comfortable with the positioning, my cunt can be used up to the day of delivery.” Nick was surprised to find he had a hard time maintaining eye contact with his spouse while discussing this. He found himself staring at his ringed cock instead, the incredibly tangible reminder of his place.
Cai gestured, one of the adjuncts brought a plate of food over to Nick, setting it on the floor before returning to the table. “You may eat,” Cai told him, smiling a little.
Nick looked down at the plate—casserole, salad, rice and vegetables. “Thank you.” He picked up the plate in one hand and started to eat, making sure he didn’t obstruct Cai’s view of his crotch. He rocked his hips slowly both as a form of self-stimulation to help him remain erect and to entertain his master. A delicate tracery of electricity cracked across his cock, lancing inward in deep shocks where the rings sat. He gasped helplessly under the psionic onslaught, his legs opening wider as his whole groin throbbed with lusty need.
“You like that, don’t you, slave?”
Nick set the plate aside and thrust his pelvis up toward Cai in a brazen display. “Take me, master, please.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will. After lunch.” Cai continued to torment him with his telekinetic touch throughout the meal, which the Astrogator refused to rush. Cai even had seconds, which he ate just as slowly as he had the first servings, and all the while, he kept Nick squirming with need on the edge of orgasm.
Two of the adjuncts stood and moved to Nick with purpose. They lifted him and half carried him out into the front room. Cai and the remaining adjuncts followed. Fi-Em removed his robe and laid down on his back. His enormous cock thrust straight upward, a thick, long spear that Nick knew would soon be impaling him. The anal plug was removed, and he was soon positioned atop the adjunct’s greased pole.
“Relax into it, my love,” Cai murmured. “I’m going to fill all your holes tonight.”
Nick groaned in bliss as Fi-Em slowly entered him with insistent thrusts. Fo-Vi appeared in his line of sight then obscured it as he straddled Nick’s head and fed his medium-sized cock down Nick’s mouth and throat. Cai entered his new hole and pumped blissfully as Fi-Em and Fo-Vi added their notes to the rhythm Cai was setting. Cocks pressed against his hands, and he obediently grasped them, pumping them in his fists. Another pair of cocks rubbed against his feet, and a mouth fastened itself on Nick’s cock, completing the set.
They worked together, in perfect synchronicity, taking him in every manner. And they were all Cai. Nick wallowed in it, loving every moment of being so full of Cai, so used by Cai, so very taken by Cai. The adjuncts came and came again, changing places as they kept him full of themselves. Semen splashed on him, across his face and chest, across his thighs, across his groin. Semen dripped from his ass, from his own cock, and still, Cai pumped in and out of his belly. Nick ached from their pleasure by the time they were done, leaving only Cai, still plowing the new, extremely sensitive hole in his belly. He’d lost count of his own climaxes, of Cai’s adjunct’s climaxes and of Cai’s climaxes. His body was full of the hot, white seed of the men. Cai exclaimed softly as he came one last time, coming to rest atop Nick. Their eyes met and Nick smiled. “That was wonderful.”
Chapter Eight
The all clear had been transmitted hours prior, and already, the mining ships were being ferried back across the hardpoint to Aldebaran. All four of the Hunter Lines ships were working to pull this off, but Laughing Owl remained on station at the hardpoint of Epsilon Tauri. A sleek space yacht had separated from Quasar Dreamer at the beginning of the transfer efforts and had shortly thereafter docked with Laughing Owl. Samuel Hunter brought not only the supplies necessary to pull off a banquet, but the cooks and serving staff as well.
Preparations were well under way when Samuel rang Cai’s doorbell. Cai was surprised, civilians weren’t known for their cou
rtesies to Astrogators. Since both he and Nick were dressed, Cai allowed the man entry. Once more, he was hit with a sense of familiarity as Samuel strode into his chambers.
Cai stood and took a step forward. “Mr. Hunter.”
“Astrogator Cai, thank you for being willing to see me.” Samuel’s gaze was intent as he came to a stop at a comfortable distance. “I have some private matters to discuss with you.”
“If you’re trying to offer me a job, forget it. I’m happy in the Corps.” Cai shrugged a shoulder. “Otherwise, I don’t see what business you could have with me.”
“I didn’t come here to annoy you with trivialities,” Samuel replied quietly. “I came to give you this.” He held up a data cube then set it on the table beside him. “If you are at all curious as to who you really are, who your parents are, who your family is, well, it’s all there.”
That was simply the last thing he’d ever expected to hear from a visitor. Cai stared at him, speechless. Nick came to his rescue. “Do you claim some relationship to Cai?”
“I am... was... his brother. I recognized him immediately from the P.R. files he sent over. Jason, my younger brother, he vanished years ago. We never found him, never found a trace of him.”
“When the Guild claims a child, they send a letter,” Cai said dryly, but he didn’t dismiss Samuel’s claim out of hand, the man just looked too familiar for that.
“And the Guild is infallible? They never make a mistake? A Guild finder told us to seek the one called Kye to find our answers. Well, it seems to me that I have found the one called Kye, and I have my answer.”
Cai stepped forward and picked up the data cube. “Is this proof?”
“Yes, I certainly think so. Retinal scans of Jason, DNA samples, family pics, everything I thought germane.”
Cai turned and inserted the cube into a data reader. It didn’t take him long to determine the data was safe, uncorrupted and virus-free. Next, he looked at the data itself, comparing the stored scans and DNA to his own personal data stored in Laughing Owl’s memory banks. They all matched. The pictures... they were either of him or he had a twin; in either case, the man standing in the room with him was, in fact, his brother. He punted the data over to Nick via the shipnet, sensed his spouse’s silent perusal, surprise and acceptance.