Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (5 page)

With a gasp, Tyler arched up, and Blessed feared he’d somehow injured him. What species had such a vulnerability right there where anyone could probe it? But then he realized Tyler wasn’t hurt, but aroused. Blessed stroked the skin again, marveling as it tightened below his exploring finger.

“What is this?”

“What is—” Tyler looked at what Blessed was stroking. “That’s a nipple. My nipple.”

“It’s very sensitive.”

“Yes.” Tyler closed his eyes as Blessed continued to toy with his nipples.

“My kind does not have something like this.”

Opening his eyes, Tyler looked at Blessed’s chest. “Your musculature is different, too.”

“I will not hurt you.”

Tyler met his gaze. “I don’t see how you can possibly avoid injuring me.”

“I am not a monster.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You could have fooled me.” Tyler was keeping very still below Blessed.

“Explain.”

At first, Tyler kept his mouth closed, but something in him refused to be silenced. Blessed couldn’t help but admire his courage. Most Krase warriors would have crumbled just looking at Blessed. They would have gotten on the bed facedown with their asses high to appease him. But not this ever-more-interesting alien.

“Nice guys generally don’t buy men to fuck.”

“There is no slavery on your world?”

“There is, sadly, but it’s not practiced by any
civilized
people.”

Blessed did not like how he emphasized that word, but he would let that go. For now. “I thought all superior people had slaves. How else do you get all the menial work accomplished?” Without slaves, the cities of Krase would crumble into ruins.

“We hire people. You know, it’s called a job. People work and get paid a wage.”

“But then they are wage slaves.”

Tyler frowned.

“My slaves have everything provided for them. A home, food, medical care—all they will ever need I will give them.”

“But they aren’t free to come and go as they please.”

“Where would they go?”

“Well, to places of entertainment. To shop. Or to even just walk barefoot in the grass.”

It was clear that Tyler was just as frustrated as Blessed was. Neither of them could completely grasp the system of the other. Blessed tried to imagine his devotee going anywhere without him. He thought that would make him very uncomfortable, but then again he did not know his mind. Blessed would ask him when next they spoke.

“You do not want to be my slave?”

“No. So far all you’ve done is scare the crap out of me.”

It was a curious expression that translated oddly. Blessed looked at the bedcovering, Tyler’s body, and then took a deep breath. He had made combatants defecate themselves, but there was always an accompanying stench. And then he realized Tyler meant it more metaphorically. He had not actually shit himself, which was good. Blessed was not interested in having sex in such deplorable conditions.

Blessed realized that by hovering over him while on his hands and knees, he’d effectively trapped Tyler with his much bigger body. His
strosan
was holding his cock up, close to his belly, but that made it loom threateningly above his little slave. Backing off, Blessed settled on his bottom with his legs bent to stabilize his body while sitting.

Hesitantly, Tyler sat up on the bed, mimicking Blessed’s position.

“On your world, do they make war?” As aroused as he was, Blessed was also curious. He knew each world was different because scouts always learned the ways of a planet before they invaded. However, they tended to focus on their readiness for war, not their political, cultural, or monetary systems.

“Unfortunately.”

“You do not glory in conquest? I thought you had heard the call of duty?”

Tyler’s pale skin turned pink, especially on his face. “I was being flippant. I’ve never so much as held a gun, not a real one, at any rate.” He looked down at the bed and then up into Blessed’s eyes. “
Call of Duty
is a video game. You pretend to fight a war, which, when I think about it, is kind of sick. Turning war into a game just seems sad when real wars hurt people.”

“But war is how a civilization expands.” Blessed had long wanted to return to active duty, but he was considered too old now. It angered him because he was still in his prime.

“Not necessarily. There’s trade. A lot of people on my planet don’t make war. They make goods and sell them. It’s better all the way around if you ask me.”

“Trade? As in goods? But how do you fashion goods if you don’t have slaves?”

“We have workers, remember? They are paid to do a job.” Tyler grinned, and Blessed discovered that he much more liked this expression on his slave’s face than the one of terror.

“Ah. Yes. Wage slaves.” Blessed considered that he had come into this room with nothing but sexual conquest on his mind but found himself fascinated by the ideas of an alien culture. “If you do not care for war, how do you earn a powerful name?”

“We are given our names at birth.”

Blessed was dumbfounded. “You did nothing to earn it?”

“Nope. My parents just gave it to me.” Tyler considered Blessed for a long moment. “What’s your name?”

In a flash he realized he’d been so intent on dominating his new playmate that he hadn’t even introduced himself. “I am Blessed Despair.”

Tyler’s eyebrows rose. “Really? That’s your name?”

Concerned that he was being slighted somehow made Blessed expand his chest and flex his arms.

“Whoa, cowboy. I’m not making fun of you.” Tyler lifted his hand open and out to show Blessed he did not have a weapon. How curious. It must be a custom of his people.

“What does my name mean to you?”

“Well, blessed is like something from God. Like, if crops are wilting in the sun, and rain comes, we would call that a blessed event because the rain saved the food. But despair is sad. It’s when all hope is lost. So, put together, it’s like a happy sadness. Or godsent tragedy. It’s cool. Really.”

Blessed considered this. “On my planet it means that when I come, my kind rejoices and others fall to misery.”

“Given that you’ve conquered five worlds, that makes sense.”

“What does your name mean?”

“Nothing, really. My first name is my father’s middle name, and my last name shows my history, I guess.”

They were silent for a time.

“I would like to fuck you now.” Blessed found that he was aroused by talking to this curious creature. “I would like to talk more, but I would like to fuck first.”

Tyler felt all the breath leave his body in a rush. Just looking at Blessed’s massive cock made his ass hurt. No way would that thing fit inside him. Sure, he’d seen some pretty freaky stuff on the Internet—who hadn’t?—but just because some dude could cram an enormous dildo up his ass didn’t mean Tyler could. And he really didn’t want to find out if one way or another Blessed could make it fit because doing so probably involved a lot of pain.

“Look, Blessed. I like talking to you, too. And I’m turned on even though I can’t quite understand why, but you are just way too big for me.” Tyler looked down at his cock and then up into his eyes. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you actually have a prick that is too big to fuck.”

Blessed looked at his cock and up to Tyler. “Turn around.”

Fear tightened his skin so strongly he literally pulled into the center line of his body to present the smallest possible target. “Please don’t make me do this.”

Frowning, Blessed tilted his head. “I wish to examine you.”

Tyler was afraid that if he turned around, Blessed would just pounce on him. But then again, even if Tyler didn’t willingly offer up his ass, it wouldn’t take all that much effort on Blessed’s part to make him give it up. The guy was fucking huge. He could toss Tyler around like a rag doll.

Reluctantly, he uncrossed his legs, got on his knees, and turned away from Blessed.

“Bend over.”

Again, Tyler felt he really had no choice. He dropped down into doggy position. Sadly, it had always been one of his favorite ways to give or to get sex. After this, he probably would never enjoy it again. But then again, it wasn’t likely he was going to get with another human. Or maybe he would. For all he knew Blessed had a whole bunch of human slaves. Maybe he was a real kinky freak who liked to make all his slaves fuck for his amusement.

When he felt Blessed’s massive hands against his buttocks, he tensed.

“Relax. I said I will not hurt you. I will hold to my word.” Blessed massaged Tyler’s buttocks gently. “You enjoyed the probe on the stage.”

“I thought I was dreaming.”

“Of being sold?”

“Yeah. My dreams can get pretty wild.”

“Relax and let me look at you. I will do no more than look.” After a long pause, Blessed added, “I swear to this on my honor.”

Since trust had to start somewhere, Tyler decided to go with his gut and allow Blessed to examine him. The man was a warrior after all, and it was pretty clear after the initial need to put Tyler in his place, he wasn’t a simpleminded bully. Besides, maybe once he realized they simply weren’t compatible, he would let Tyler go. Or at least find something else for him to do rather than be his sex toy.

Tyler relaxed and allowed Blessed to part his cheeks. He waited, wondering what was going through the warrior’s mind. Did he think he’d been ripped off by the auctioneer? Tyler flashed to what he’d done on stage. No wonder Blessed thought he’d love to have something, anything, up his ass. He’d practically danced around after the probe had been put in there, and he didn’t think he’d ever come so hard. Or so much.

“You are very small.”

Blessed’s breath caressed Tyler’s buttocks and teased his hole, sharpening his awareness to that one very tiny spot on his body. He waited for Blessed to release him, but he didn’t. Just what in the world was he thinking?

“I want—”

Tyler waited for Blessed to finish, but when he didn’t, Tyler looked back over his shoulder. Blessed’s face was scrunched up as if he were searching desperately for something to say. But what?

“I would like to taste you.”

The memories of Blessed’s long, pointy teeth tightened Tyler’s ass right back up.

Blessed frowned at his reaction and then narrowed his eyes. “I meant to lick, not to bite.”

“Oh.” Tyler faced the top of the bed again. He thought that maybe Blessed was trying seduction rather than outright force. “If I ask you to stop, will you?”

A long beat of silence made him look back.

“You are very demanding for a slave.”

“I asked. I didn’t demand.”

Blessed sighed. “I will cease if you do not like what I do.”

“Okay, then.” Tyler turned away, waiting for contact. When it came, he was woefully unprepared for the sheer pleasure of Blessed’s gentle licking. God, his touch was like velvet as he slipped his tongue around in a circle. Tyler looked back and realized that Blessed’s tongue was very long and pink. It looked like a human tongue, if not a bit more pointed, and the color was different, but it matched Blessed’s coloring. And then he slid his tongue up Tyler’s ass, making him close his eyes and utter a sound that he didn’t think he’d ever made before. It was a cross between a cry of surrender and one that begged for more. It was like having a very long, flexible cock up his ass that instinctively knew all the hot spots. When Blessed removed his talented tongue, Tyler turned to see what was wrong because he sure as hell hadn’t asked him to stop.

“You like that.”

It wasn’t a question, not the way he said it, but Tyler answered anyway. “That was unreal.”

“As in fake?” Blessed cocked one eye at him.

“As in out of this world. It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“I will continue.”

Tyler didn’t even get a chance to answer before Blessed’s tongue was once again wriggling and probing his ass. Holy mother of mercy, he swore he was going to come. Nothing on Earth had ever made him this ready to blow this fast. Just as he was on the brink of no return, Blessed pulled away.

“You are so dangerously tempting.”

Before he knew what was happening, Blessed left the bed, striding over to the far side of the room. Tyler turned and sat, enjoying the backend view of his ever-more-curious master. His buttocks were tight, but not high. They were low because the muscles of his thighs dominated his lower frame. From the back, he looked built like a speed skater.

Blessed retrieved a bag from near the entrance door, turned, and then came back to the bed. Each step swung his cock from side to side in a hypnotic swing. It certainly wouldn’t fit inside Tyler, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to play with it. Mainly, he wanted to explore the
strosan
. As Blessed moved, it, too, moved by coiling and uncoiling around his dick. If nothing else, Tyler would like to see him climax.

That thought drew his gaze down below the massive proportions of his cock, but he didn’t see any balls. He frowned and tilted his head. Maybe they were internal. He kept looking, thinking that there would be some kind of telltale lump or something beneath his reddish skin.