Minutes later, only Wid and the commanding alien remained. Even the guards filed out. Putting his arms down by his side, Wid straightened to stand as tall as he could. Pride was all he had left and he was determined to hide his fear. The alien approached him with unhurried steps. When he came within a foot of Wid, he stopped and stared down. With an expression of as much defiance as he could muster, Wid stared back. Given the foot or so difference in their heights, he had to crane his neck back.
For a few seconds, they looked each other in the eye. The alien’s thoughts and emotions were impossible to read within the endless depths of his black eyes. Wid wondered if the alien could read him, or were the species too different to communicate in subtle ways? Despite the coldness around him, sweat trickled down his back. He suppressed a shudder and silently goaded the male to go ahead and do whatever he intended. The waiting was agony.
Suddenly, as if in response to the unspoken challenge or plea—Wid wasn’t sure which it was—the alien lashed out to grab Wid’s arm. Instinct made Wid pull away, but it was as futile an effort as it had been for the others. The fingers around his biceps were like a steel vise. Nothing could break that hold. Not wanting to be dragged along, Wid suppressed the urge to struggle and instead picked up his feet to match the long strides of his captor.
They left the hangar and strode down a corridor. The ship held a dark and cold atmosphere. The few aliens they encountered as they wended their way, stared briefly at Wid even as they bowed their heads in quick obeisance of the male who had him. It had to be the captain, or whatever rank they recognized as the one in charge of the ship. Great, just his luck that he had gained the attention of the most powerful and, he assumed, the most ruthless of them all. Then the reason for his destiny popped into his head. Of all the boys standing in that hanger, he’d been the only one with blond hair. A shiver ran up his spine at the implication of why his looks mattered.
Many corridors and one lift ride later, the captain led him through a set of sliding doors into what had to be the male’s quarters. Wid only had a second to digest this fact before he was pulled past the first room and into a second one with a large, firm-looking mattress-type thing lying in the middle of the floor. His feet stopped suddenly of their own accord when he realized they’d entered a bedroom. He stared at a bed. What else could it be?
“No!” The word was out of his mouth before his brain thought it. He tried to pull his arm free.
The alien tightened his grip and stared down at Wid with his head cocked to one side. He didn’t look any happier than Wid felt, yet instead of letting him go, he reached out with his other hand and ripped Wid’s T-shirt from his body. It came apart as if made from tissue paper. In the face of obvious evidence of where things were headed, Wid fought back. Twisting, punching and kicking, he tried to free himself and escape his fate with all the strength he possessed. It was like striking granite—the alien’s body so hard and unyielding. If he caused the male any pain, it wasn’t evident. The only sounds were coming from Wid and he was the only one showing any sign of strain.
His resistance did him no good. Everything he’d been wearing when captured was torn from his body. As soon as Wid was bare-assed naked, the alien lifted him up by the waist and tossed him onto the bed. Wid bounced a few times while he caught his breath, then tried to stand up to run. There was nowhere to go, of course, because the alien blocked the way back to the other room. But rational thought had abandoned him. Pure instinct made him try to flee. Gaining traction on the mattress proved difficult, and by the time he managed to put one foot on the floor, the alien had moved to catch him and toss him back.
Wid tried again and again, each time failing to get himself more than a step or two from the bed. The Travian said nothing. He merely methodically removed his own clothing and kept snatching Wid up and throwing him down. By the time the alien male was completely nude, Wid lay exhausted and badly winded. It didn’t help that he’d been given hardly anything to eat and little water to drink since his capture. The alien, damn him, wasn’t even breathing heavily as he approached the bed.
Wid crawled away backward like a crab in a last futile effort to escape. The alien looked somehow bigger without his clothes, his pale skin almost pearlescent in the ambient light of the room. There was no discernable hair on his body other than his head. The massive cock of the being stood out easily with nothing to hide it. Long and thick, it gleamed with wetness that dribbled slowly from the head. With his eyes glued to the weapon coming toward him, Wid shook his head.
“No. Please, don’t,” he begged in a voice choked with fear. Any bravado he’d ever felt disappeared in the face of being raped.
The alien knelt on the bed and reached for Wid. Grabbing him by the ankle, he dragged him closer. With the last of his energy, Wid kicked out with his free leg. He knew a moment’s satisfaction when the Travian grunted from the solid blow that Wid landed on his chest. The creature wasn’t immune from pain after all. The gratification was short-lived, however. The alien’s fingers clamped down on Wid’s arms and hauled him up.
Their gazes locked for a second. “Please,” Wid pleaded one more time before he found himself face down on the bed.
A heavy, hot weight pressed him farther into the mattress. Warm breath tickled his ear before a bass voice rumbled, “Lie still! There is no choice for either of us.”
It took a second for Wid to realize the alien spoke in English, not Travian. Before he had time to process the meaning of the words, however, something wet and warm and hard slid against his ass. The strange declaration be damned, fear gave him the strength to struggle, albeit futilely. A knee forced its way between his legs, spreading them wide. The blunt head of the alien’s cock pressed against his hole, slid up his crack, then returned. Wid couldn’t keep the whimper from escaping his lips. He clawed at the slippery cloth he lay on and closed his eyes tight. The alien pushed to gain entrance. Wid squeezed his sphincter tight in a vain attempt to keep him out.
“Don’t resist. I’ll make it quick.”
Again, Wid’s mind tried to process the intent behind the alien rapist’s version of pillow talk. He sounded almost apologetic, which made no sense. No one hovered over the bed with a weapon to the creature’s head, making him do this terrible thing. And did he really believe Wid would just acquiesce to this horror without complaint? Fucker! Wid renewed his effort to keep the alien cock out. He was no match for the creature’s strength, however. The thick rod breached his hole. The searing pain of it robbed him of his breath. The cock bore into him, stretching his rectum with relentless pressure. Too stunned to even scream, he could only do as the alien had commanded—lie there and take it.
The alien’s copious pre-cum slicked the way, but God, the burning as his body struggled to accept the girth and length brought tears to Wid’s eyes. There was no chance to grow accustomed to the invasion. As soon as the alien had sheathed himself fully, he began his thrusting. Hard, long strokes drilled Wid into the bed. Strong fingers held him in place as if the piercing cock was not already enough to do so. He wanted to cry, would have without shame given the brutal assault, if he’d had the breath to do so. Instead, he panted to the rhythm of the pounding and prayed that, as promised, it would be over quickly.
And so it was. With a guttural growl, the alien seated himself deep inside Wid’s ass. Wid could feel fluid pulsing into him. Thinking it was over, he bucked up against the heavy male. But the alien didn’t get up, rather he rolled over to his side, bringing Wid with him. The cock stayed embedded. Wid tried to expel it with a strong push of his rectal muscles. The damn thing didn’t budge. It remained hard and unmovable. The alien’s harsh breath wafted onto Wid’s head while his arm encircled Wid’s chest to hold him close. Wid squirmed to free himself to no effect. Then a heavy leg was thrown over him to anchor him more firmly in place. So much for the bastard’s assurances.
He remained trapped and there was nothing he could do about it. The laser shot to the head was looking better to him
now. Then he thought of his parents and his sisters and how they must be worried, not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. Better that they not know.
He didn’t so much fall asleep lying captured in the alien’s arms, as pass out, exhausted by the day’s events. He got no rest, however. Plagued by nightmares, he kept twitching awake. Understanding of his plight always came to him quickly and it was like the first time each time it happened. His heart raced with fear and he instinctively struggled to free himself, forgetting that it was pointless. Worse, his captor woke with him, if the creature even slept. His massive cock remained hard and rammed up Wid’s ass. He fucked Wid again and again, ignoring Wid’s pleas to stop and leave him be.
Eventually Wid’s mind simply shut down and went blank.
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About the Author
Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.
She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.
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