Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

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Enslaved by a Warrior

Krase warriors have a unique form of punishment…

Plucked from his planet and sold to the highest bidder, Tyler Stewart thinks it’s all a dream until he realizes his new owner is an eight-foot-tall, maroon-colored alien who expects him to follow his every command. Tyler is willing to a point, but he’s nobody’s doormat.

Blessed Despair has conquered five worlds, but when he retires he finds his biggest opponent is mind-numbing boredom. When Tyler manages to engage him fully, Blessed is pleased with his purchase, but soon he discovers that Tyler’s alien ways push him well beyond sexual gratification.

In a desperate attempt to keep their relationship strictly sexual, Blessed uses pleasure as a source of punishment, but all he’s done is dig himself in deeper. Will they be able to overcome their physical and psychological differences, or will Tyler be thrust onto the auction block once more?

Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Science Fiction

Length:
32,100 words
 

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Anitra Lynn McLeod

EVERLASTING CLASSIC

MANLOVE

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First E-book Publication: November 2012

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ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD

Copyright © 2012

This had to be a dream. One moment Tyler Stewart had been hurtling toward oncoming traffic at seventy miles an hour, and then he’d been here, on what appeared to be a stage with bright overhead lights glaring into his eyes. He was naked except for a collar around his neck. Unable to see it, Tyler nonetheless felt it, and if it looked anything like what the naked guys around him were wearing, it was some kind of serious hardware, what with all the blinky lights. Only in movies did computerized gizmos have merrily twinkling lights.

A voice thundered above and around him, but Tyler contained his startled response. Dreams couldn’t hurt him. Sticks and stones could, but dirty names and funky dreams couldn’t. After a moment, the booming voice took on a more moderate pace, and Tyler was whisked to the front of the stage. Whatever he was standing on apparently moved him wherever the voice wanted him. He took this as further proof that this was all just some weird dream.

Once he was in front of the other men on the stage, the plate he was on turned him around in a slow circle. If Tyler didn’t know better, he’d swear he was being put on display. But for who? Baffled, he lifted his hand to try to block out the lights, but he still couldn’t see into the darkness. He didn’t hear anything. Even when the voice paused, there wasn’t the sound of people squirming in seats, a cough, a sneeze—nothing but silence and the voice. Either they were the best-behaved audience in the universe or there wasn’t anyone there. Well, dreams were strange. At least he wasn’t having one about that chubby guy who ran the hot dog cart again. Although, to be fair, that one was more like a nightmare. Not that the heavy guy wasn’t cute, because he was, but in the dream he did things with the hot dogs that were just wrong. Tyler loved food as much as the next guy, but he didn’t
love
food that way.

Tyler opened his mouth to say something, but he felt the most intense stroke down the back of his body. From the nape of his neck to the heels of both feet, a solid caress went right down his backside, causing a levitating act on his front side. In mere seconds, his cock was standing at full attention. And then his peculiar dream took an even more bizarre twist. The teasing stroke came back up, but instead of going to his neck it stopped at his buttocks. Slowly, the hand or whatever it was parted his cheeks, and then something slick, warm, and soft slid into his ass.

A cry of ecstasy passed his lips, and Tyler knew he was going to climax. He’d had wet dreams before, but nothing like this. This dream felt so real it was uncanny. Back and forth the thing in his ass probed and stroked until his cock twitched and a creamy jet was flung from his prick to the stage.

Sadly, the audience still didn’t make a sound, which really pissed him off because a show like that deserved some
ooh
ing and
ah
ing if not a standing ovation. But no. Dead silence. Whatever the tool was that had compelled the climax from him was removed. Tyler would have sagged, but something—the plate?—was holding him up. When the plate turned him away from where he thought the audience was, he figured his little show was over, but it wasn’t.

Unseen hands again parted his buttocks, and a third pressed against his back, bending him over. If there were people sitting out there in the dark, they were getting a good look at his one-big-brown eye. Ah, let ’em look, Tyler thought. He had nothing to be ashamed of. As a construction worker who specialized in framing and finish work, he had a damn fine body. In addition to the demands of his job, he also put in his time at the gym. Not so much for the workout but more to hang out and meet like-minded guys. He’d been told by more than one boyfriend that he had a mighty sweet ass. Besides, it was all a dream anyway. Since it was, Tyler shimmied his behind a little, giving the people a bit of a show.

When the hands let go and the plate turned him around, he stood up, lifted his hands over his head, and said, “Ta da!”

Only silence greeted his display.

“Well, you can’t win them all.” Again, he lifted his hand and tried to peer out into the audience, but the lights were cleverly angled so he couldn’t. Must be some weird thing in his psyche that wouldn’t let him see out there. Maybe it was something really warped, like his parents and all his friends were observing him. God, he hoped not. He’d just made a total ass of himself if they were. But then he wondered if it was something twisted like it was himself out there watching himself. Yeah. Something strange and existential like that seemed more likely. He’d been watching a lot of old, funky television shows like
The Prisoner
,
Twilight Zone
, and
Night Gallery
. This was just the kind of thing that would happen on one of those shows if they allowed nudity and kinky sex toys.

Tyler nodded, confirming his assessment. That had to be what was going on. At any moment Rod Serling was going to step out and tell Tyler what was being submitted for his approval. Apparently, tonight he was reviewing his own sexuality. Strange. He’d never really had an issue with his orientation so he wasn’t certain what this dreamscape was supposed to show him. So far, it had clearly demonstrated that he liked a good prostate massage, but what man didn’t? He laughed until the booming voice bellowed one word. What stunned Tyler was that this time he understood what the voice had said. One word told him exactly what this crazy dream was about.

“Sold!”

“It looks like you will have your work cut out for you.” Refann nodded to the stage where Tyler Stewart was still displayed.

“Indeed.” Blessed Despair’s bidding screen went off. Below, his new slave would be taken from the auction block and bundled up so he could take him home. He sighed. Tyler Stewart was cute if not a rather typical offering from one of the inner planets. What made him stand out to Blessed was the way his upper lip had curled so wickedly when the probe was inserted into his anal cavity. That gesture could not be faked. Tyler had loved the device. His rather large ejection of fluid was further proof of his pleasure.

“What do you plan to do to him?” Refann’s grin was as lecherous as it was gleaming.

“I wouldn’t think to bore you with something so pedestrian.”

“Do not tell me I let you win so you could make him clean?”

“Oh, he will clean. And he will polish. Eventually, he will most willingly get down on his knees to worship at my feet.” Blessed let fly a booming laugh that filled the room where over a dozen creatures bid on the slaves below. There were several other such booths all over the theater. When they weren’t using it to display the latest wares, they used the space for all manner of spectacles. Everything from wildly imaginative plays to wickedly entertaining sex shows. Blessed was a regular at all the events. Anything was better than trying to find something to do at his vast and boring home.