Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (10 page)

Tyler wasn’t so sure about the fashion sense since he thought he looked like something from an eighties music video, what with the wide shoulders and tucked-in pant legs, but the reaction of Blessed changed his mind in a hurry. His eyes had turned from red to black, and Tyler knew that was one of his signs of arousal. Too, his
strosan
had flickered against his trousers, which, given how he’d had it in a pouch shape for his softened prick, meant that he was getting hard and needed to make some room. Tyler hoped the other outfits would please him as much as this one obviously did. Keeping Blessed happy and interested seemed to be his ticket to survival.

Relaxing on the bed, Tyler flipped back to the encyclopedia channel and then rolled through the selections until he came to Krase warriors. He then spent the next few hours learning about Blessed. The segment was pretty heavy on the propaganda, but at least he had a better understanding of their ways of mating. Just as Blessed said there were males, females, and neutrals. The females were oddly shaped compared to the males, who looked like smaller and less fierce versions of Blessed. They copulated via penetration, but the female had multiple uteri, much like a canine. Should she breed with multiple males, she would have children from different fathers. The child’s sex was determined by chromosomes
in utero
with only ten percent becoming neutral, which was considered their select class. To be born a neutral meant automatic benefits because Krase neutrals defended the rest of the population so they could continue breeding.

The system was entirely different from what happened on Tyler’s planet. He couldn’t imagine a woman giving up her child for someone else to tend to. But the Krase females did. They didn’t rear any of their own offspring. Once a female had exited the breeding stage, she became a tender who took care of other breeders’ children. In this way, there was very little emotional attachment between caregiver and child. For a neutral, it was even more emotionally barren.

As soon as a neutral was born, he—technically they were
it
s, but the channel referred to neutrals as
he
so Tyler did, too—he was taken to a special school to be tended to until he was able to walk. Unlike humans, Krase were able to do this within a few months of being born. Their growth rate was staggeringly quick. While humans were still toddling around in diapers, neutrals like Blessed were learning how to fight. But it wasn’t all physical instruction. They were also well versed in the psychology of war, the practical applications, and the tragic results of ill-conceived battle plans.

Tyler was rapt with attention throughout the entire segment, but he wished for even more details about the sex life of neutrals. Since the neutrals were sterile they didn’t breed, but they did require release. And lots of it. If their fluid built up for too long, a Krase neutral could suffer from battle rage. During this sickness, they broke from reality and saw everyone around them as an enemy. A full-grown neutral in this fugue state would keep on killing until he ran out of energy or someone managed to strike him down. Most neutrals took care of matters long before the sickness could set in, but there were cases where they’d waited too long and madness compelled them on a killing rampage.

Tyler shivered. He never wanted to see Blessed angry again. He was terrifying when he was pissed. He didn’t yell, scream, or bellow, he just had this silent fury that was far more frightening. Tyler vowed to do what he could to keep the peace, keep Blessed entertained, and hopefully keep himself with the devil he knew rather than the one he didn’t. Maybe, if he was very good, when Blessed grew weary of him he might return Tyler to Earth.

After watching a few more shows about various aliens he’d seen since he’d arrived, Tyler started flipping idly through the channels. When he found one that seemed to be a porn channel, his eyes widened. He had to tilt his head all kinds of directions to make sense of what he was seeing. With such oddly formed bodies it was impossible to become aroused since he had no idea of what was going on. Unlike his satellite dish at home, there wasn’t a “coming up next” button, so he surfed around and then came back, hoping to see something of interest. Eventually, he lucked out and found a scene between two Krase neutrals.

“Gay alien porn. Who would have thought it?” Tyler chuckled but then sobered. It really wasn’t gay since they weren’t male but neutral. It porn? Naw, that sounded weird. Neutral porn sounded like something for militant lesbians who eschewed penetration as a violation. “Screw it. I don’t care what it’s called as long as I learn something.”

Unlike human porn, there was no effort to provide a storyline for the characters. They simply entered a room and started stripping down to fuck. Tyler was riveted for the entire scene. Like he’d learned in the encyclopedia entry, neutrals were referred to in the male gender in other languages. Very few universal tongues had a neutral gender pronoun. So, Tyler thought about that as he watched the two men violently rip each other’s clothes off and wrestle for supremacy.

It was hotter than hell because Tyler realized they were fighting for which one would penetrate the other, and from the way they were fighting, it was a damn serious contest. Eventually, one of them won, tossed the other down, yanked his legs apart, and shoved his
strosan
-braced prick into the other’s backside. Tyler’s entire ass clenched up in sympathetic fear of that being done to him. Damn, but they had enormous cocks. On Earth, they would be the ultimate male porn stars.

The one being penetrated arched up and let out a cry that was pure pleasure. Apparently, losing didn’t mean he didn’t like what he was getting. Besides, they switched places so that each was penetrated. It seemed the only contest was about who would go first.

Even though he found the show arousing overall, he was left with a somewhat hollow feeling in that when they were done climaxing they left the room without any kind of tenderness, afterglow cuddling—nothing. Not even a nod of acknowledgment. They fucked, dressed, and left. The only thing Tyler had learned was that he didn’t like alien porn any more than he liked human porn. Both left him with a vague feeling of unease. Not like Tyler expected hours of kissing and declarations of undying love, but some kind of showing of emotion would be nice.

Tyler clicked off the television and thought back over the relationships he’d had. Some had started hot and heavy with more sex than talk. Those were the ones that generally burned out fast, like a shooting star. The ones that started as friends who became lovers were the ones that lasted the longest. Those were the relationships he found the most fulfilling both emotionally and physically.

What he had with Blessed was different in that they’d mixed hot sex with conversation. They weren’t friends, but they weren’t unknown acquaintances, either. Fuck buddies might fit what they were at this point, he supposed. But he didn’t want to stay there. In order to have any kind of stability, he had to find a way to make himself important to Blessed. The problem was, how in the world could he do that when he had no power and very limited information?

“Strip.” Blessed settled back to watch his latest plaything disrobe. It was turning out to be one of his favorite activities. Tyler had a way of removing his clothing that was both alluring and almost defiant. Each time, Blessed had found a reason to punish him. What was disconcerting was that he wasn’t conditioning his servant so much as he was conditioning himself. Whenever he saw Tyler, he found all kinds of slights that deserved a reprimand. Tonight, he found fault with the way he took off his boots. Rather than bending over to take them off, he’d used his feet on the back, potentially ruining the line of the boot. It was a small infraction, but Blessed didn’t care. He watched as Tyler took off everything else then ordered him to assume the punishment position.

Dutifully, Tyler bent over a low cube, lifting his bare ass up high.

Blessed knelt behind him, pried his beautiful buttocks apart, and proceeded to tongue fuck his ass until Tyler was almost ready to blow. Once he was, Blessed flipped him over and sucked his prick, drinking down the elixir of his climax. That was what he was addicted to. Something about his ejaculate was beyond anything Blessed had ever tasted. When he was done, he returned to his chair and allowed Tyler to suck at the tip of his cock until he was on the verge of losing control. Once he got to that state, he would have Tyler stand so he could spray his chest and belly, staining his skin blue. It faded after a shower, so Blessed reasoned he had to mark him each day to show his ownership.

What was growing wearisome was that after these encounters, he sent Tyler back to his room. They didn’t talk, and they didn’t touch beyond their need to find climax. At first, when Tyler entered Blessed’s playroom, his demeanor was hopeful. But time after time of the same tedious routine wiped the anticipation from his features. Now when he entered, he looked withdrawn. He didn’t seem to take any real enjoyment in their encounters. Both of them found release, but it wasn’t like that first time.

Each encounter made it clear that Tyler was unhappy. Blessed’s slave master said he slept more than he watched the vid. And he had started skipping meals. If Blessed didn’t do something, he was afraid Tyler would die.

“What did you do today?”

Tyler finished undressing and lifted his head, eyeing Blessed with a distrustful expression. It wasn’t much wonder given that Blessed hadn’t talked to him beyond issuing orders in quite some time.

“Answer me.”

“I watched some television, ate, and slept.” Lowering his voice, he mumbled, “Just like I do every day.”

Per usual, Tyler kept his answers short and to the point. Blessed noticed that he seemed to be fading. His skin was losing the glow it once had, and his eyes appeared to have far less sparkle and sheen. By draining his slave every day, was he somehow robbing him of his vitality? Perhaps, unlike the Krase warriors, his Earthling needed to save up his vital fluid before expending it. Blessed would have to ask his devotee to find out if all of Tyler’s nutritional needs were being met. Day by day he grew dimmer, and it showed in his appearance and the taste of his essence.

“Did you recover from your injury?” Blessed had given Tyler some chores to keep him occupied, and he’d inadvertently gotten cut while cleaning kitchen utensils. Blessed’s cook had shrieked in fury and banished him from the kitchen. When Blessed found out, he’d wanted to rush to Tyler’s room to see the wound for himself, but he didn’t. Instead, he’d used his observational cameras in Tyler’s room to see that though the wound had bled profusely, it wasn’t something that was going to kill him. Still, after that, Blessed didn’t give him anything else to do. He didn’t want any harm to come to Tyler. He was safest if he simply stayed in his room.

Tyler lifted his hand, showing Blessed that the cut across his palm had healed.

“Come here.”

Dutifully, Tyler stepped closer to Blessed’s chair.

“Why are you unhappy?”

“Do you want a list?” Tyler asked, his voice and demeanor surly.

“I would like you to tell me honestly.”

“Because there’s nothing for me to do.”

“You are my sex slave. Your mission in life is to please me.”

Tyler made a face, and it was one that Blessed still hadn’t quite figured out how to read. “What is wrong with that?”

“Okay, you say I’m to please you, but we do the same thing each time. You make up reasons to punish me when you don’t need to. If you want to lick my ass and suck my dick, I’m more than willing.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Can’t we do something else? Anything else?” Tyler sighed. “If I am to be your sex slave, I should learn all the ways to please you, right?”

Blessed frowned.

“There has to be more than what we’re doing.”

“I could mount you.” Blessed thought that would silence him and make him see the value in continuing things just as they were. This way, with this minimal effort to obtain release, he kept his feelings about Tyler under control, and their curious interlude in the room at the auction house couldn’t be repeated. That intimacy they’d shared, looking at one another in the mirror, had been frightening. Blessed didn’t trust himself to be able to keep a rational frame of mind if he allowed that type of encounter to continue. This was safer.

“We already know that you won’t fit.”

Blessed cupped his chin, peering into his eyes. “Each day I should fit more and more in there until you could—”

Tyler wrenched out of his grasp. “Stop it. Just stop picking on me to give yourself something to do. I never would have thought it after what we shared, but you are nothing but a bully.”

The word translated into a grave insult. That day, Blessed had admonished himself not to bully Tyler just to alleviate his boredom. Was that what he was doing now? Rather than anger, he laughed, causing Tyler to turn and flash him a look of such hopelessness he abruptly stopped.

“My slave master says you haven’t asked for anything.”

“He doesn’t have anything I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to go home.”

“Why?”

“Why? Are you seriously asking me why I want to go home?” Tyler laughed and then shook his head. “How would you like to be enslaved by someone who doesn’t care about you at all, and then forced to spend most of your time in a tiny room with only one form of entertainment, where you’re only taken out so your owner can use you like a fucking sex toy, and once he’s done—bam! Right back into the room you go with nothing to do.” After spewing all of that, Tyler was almost breathless. “On my planet, I may have been what you keep calling a wage slave, but I was happy. A lot of my work was outside in the sunshine. I had a tan that’s fading now. But I miss other things that I realize now I took for granted. I lived close to my family, I saw my friends, and I did things with them. Nothing major. Just parties, barbeques, hanging out, and watching television. I went places alone and with them. I had a life. Here I do nothing but get you off, and it’s meaningless!”