Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

Tyler frowned because the room had seemed empty to him when he’d examined it. Maybe it was a teleporter like on
Star Trek
. For all he knew, Blessed was done with him and the invisible man would soon return, put his collar on, and sell him to someone else. Or perhaps this was where Tyler would live out the rest of his life. All kinds of strange new alien life forms would bid on the pleasure of having him for a few hours.

The thought alone made Tyler dig his fist into the blankets of the bed. He hadn’t been with Blessed long, but he’d become rather fond of him. He thought they had been getting along splendidly. But maybe his perceptions were off. Blessed was an alien after all. If Blessed wasn’t his owner, then that would mean the auctioneer was going to pimp Tyler out. For some reason he imagined the tabloid headline would read
I was pimped by an alien
.

He looked up at the mirror over the bed and realized it could very well be one-way glass. A camera, or the alien equivalent, could have recorded the whole encounter and telegraphed it live, or maybe there was a huge market for underground alien porn. Although, in that case, it would be Tyler who would be the alien. That would mean his tabloid headline would change to
I was an alien porn star
.

Either way, he wasn’t happy with the whole idea of it. Not that it was a moral objection. If people, or aliens, wanted to participate in or buy porn, he didn’t have a problem with that at all. What he had an issue with was the fact he hadn’t been given a choice. And what would this mean when he grew too old to be attractive? Or worse, what if there were aliens out there who found old earthlings sexy? The thought of still sexing up strange creatures when he was geriatric made him feel ill. He was only twenty-six, but just the idea of the next fifty or sixty years stretching before him with one depraved sex act after another with a platoon of strange beings…

Before he could delve any deeper into those disturbing thoughts, Blessed emerged from the empty room. His cock was relaxed and his
strosan
was wrapped around it in such a way it made a little pouch. It kind of made him look smooth like a Ken doll.

Tyler looked up to his face, but Blessed’s gaze was elsewhere. As he entered, the entire room changed color from black to the most hideous shade of orange Tyler had ever seen.

“What the hell is up with this room?” Tyler figured that was a safer conversation than finding out exactly what had happened between them only moments ago or what would happen between them in the coming moments.

“It is based on the dominant person’s mood.”

“And your mood is ugly orange?”

“Stand.” Blessed retrieved the collar he had taken off.

Reluctantly, Tyler stood. Unable to read Blessed’s mood the way the room could, he stayed very still, hoping that he wouldn’t anger him or annoy him or whatever the hell he’d done wrong.

Blessed strode over to him, obviously intent on binding him back up. The collar was inert in his hand, and Tyler figured it wouldn’t start up with the blinking until it was back around his neck. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, but he hoped that he and Blessed had moved past that untrusting stage in their relationship.

Relationship
? Tyler shook his head. The only kind of liaison they had was one of master and slave. Maybe Tyler’s silly brain had only imagined those moments of interest and intimacy. Perhaps the thing in his brain that helped him interpret language also forced him to see whatever would be best for the alien. In this case, Blessed had wanted Tyler to feel at ease, so he’d allowed him to imagine an emotional closeness that simply wasn’t there.

“Do not dare to shake your head at me.” Blessed stopped about a foot away from Tyler. His massive fist tightened on the collar.

“I wasn’t shaking my head at you but at my own stupidity.”

Blessed’s eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared. “Lift your head.”

Tyler did as ordered. When Blessed stepped close to put the sleek metal collar around his neck, Tyler quietly asked, “What did I do wrong?”

“Silence.”

“I thought we were having a good—”

“Speak out again and I will strike you.”

Tyler’s eyes went wide as he closed his mouth. Why in the world was Blessed so angry? Tyler scanned over the events of the last few hours, but he couldn’t think of anything he’d done wrong. Maybe his
faux pas
was inadvertent. Perhaps he was supposed to warn Blessed before he climaxed so that he could have pulled his
strosan
away. For all Tyler knew, creaming all over the tip of it might be the most disgusting thing possible to a creature like Blessed. It could be as if someone had defecated on Tyler during sex. That would be so gross and a total turnoff. As unfair as it was that Blessed hadn’t told him what was and wasn’t permissible, that didn’t mean Tyler could reprimand him now.

“Are you going to sell—”

Blessed’s hand came up, and Tyler cringed back, knocking himself off balance so that he landed on the bed. He lifted his hands to cover his face. “I forgot! I’m sorry!”

Using the newly replaced collar for leverage, Blessed grasped it and bodily lifted Tyler off the bed. He held him up with one powerful arm while Tyler tried to steady himself by dancing around on his tiptoes.

“You will be punished for disobeying me.”

Wisely, Tyler kept his mouth shut. Ever so slowly Blessed lowered him until his feet were flat against the floor. Rather than step away, Blessed stayed right where he was, but he did let go of the collar. His hand strayed down Tyler’s body until he stroked his nipple. Trying not to react, Tyler clenched his entire body tight, but this only heightened the sensation of Blessed’s rough finger over his nipple.

Around and around Blessed went until the pleasure was almost painful. As soon as he sensed Tyler’s distress, he moved over to the other nipple and did the same small, focused torture. It was almost as strangely frightening as the blast of ecstasy the invisible man had given him. But this was far more terrifying in that Blessed didn’t need to use something that probed into Tyler’s brain. He was able to torture him with pleasure just by touching him.

Slowly but surely, Tyler’s cock enlarged. How the hell he could get hard again after that prodigious climax, not to mention the one he’d performed on stage, Tyler had no clue.

When Blessed lifted his other hand so that he could simultaneously caress both nipples, Tyler winced his eyes closed, but he didn’t cry out or attempt to move away. Instinctively, he knew if he did that, it would only give Blessed an excuse to punish him more. Just when he didn’t think he could take any more stimulation, Blessed’s hands moved down to his hips. Opening his eyes, Tyler looked at his owner right as he spun him around, facing him toward the bed.

On the tip of Tyler’s tongue rested a dozen pleas. He didn’t let any of them free. Begging Blessed to let him go wouldn’t do anything but make him go forward. Asking him not to violate his bottom practically ensured that he would. Breathless and shaking with dread, Tyler waited to be shoved forward and ruthlessly mounted. What he felt instead was a curious slip-sliding thing from the nape of his neck near the collar, down his spine, to right where his buttocks split. He looked up at the mirror and realized that Blessed was licking his way down Tyler’s back.

When he got to his bottom, Blessed reached up and pushed Tyler face-first into the bed. He landed sharply, exhaling a big whoosh of air. Before he could recover, his legs were yanked apart, Blessed knelt on the bed between them, and then his tongue continued down into the cleft of Tyler’s ass.

When he reached the puckered skin of his hole, Blessed flicked the pointed tip of his tongue around and around, just like he’d done with his fingers on his nipples. In fact, as Tyler felt him make that motion on his bottom, he felt the same on his nipples. It had to be either an illusion, or some alien trick that Blessed was able to accomplish using the collar. Whatever was causing the dual sensations, it left Tyler incapacitated to do anything but lie very still. What was so strange to him was that he wasn’t sure if he was submissive because he feared Blessed or because he feared if he moved the alien would stop.

Deeper his tongue went until he was plunging it in and out of Tyler’s ass. Each time he entered, he would then probe the tender spot against his prostate. It was so wildly strange and almost obscene, but that didn’t mean Tyler wanted the motion to end. Being tongue fucked felt just as good as rubbing up on one another had.

As he continued his wicked work, Blessed’s breathing rate increased, and it became ever more clear to Tyler that he was enjoying what he did. No creature could fake those low growls of enjoyment. Right as Tyler was going to release another fantastic climax, Blessed rolled him over, plunged his finger inside him, and then sucked his cock into his mouth. The simultaneous stimulation pushed Tyler right over the edge into total oblivion.

Tyler came so hard that he was breathless and weak once the shakes left him. Dazed, he opened his eyes and looked down. Blessed released Tyler’s prick from between his lips. When their eyes met, Tyler felt that curious connection again, but it was gone when Blessed blinked and turned away. Was it self-defense that caused Blessed to look away? Tyler wasn’t certain, but he felt that Blessed was feeling the same thing he was. There was a connection between them. As strange as it was for that to happen so soon and to creatures who were very different, it was nonetheless there.

Blessed rose from the bed and turned his back on Tyler. He stood still, but every muscle that Tyler could see was taut. Was he angry? For all Tyler knew he was furious that he found his new slave so interesting. As a warrior, maybe Blessed relied on his aloof nature to remain dispassionate. Tyler didn’t know a lot about human psychology, but he thought that soldiers had to be conditioned against falling victim to their own humanity. It simply wouldn’t do to have a soldier questioning the morality of killing while he was in the middle of a battle. Extrapolating from that, even though Blessed wasn’t human, he was probably taught not to give a crap about anything, especially not the feelings of others. Sharing led to caring, which could lead to love. Or maybe he was just fooling himself.

Tyler wanted to ask him what was wrong, and what he could do to fix whatever it was that he’d done, but Blessed had made it clear he didn’t want him talking. Although, to be fair, getting punished like that pretty much ensured that Tyler would defy him more. Maybe that was the purpose. Defiance turned to willing submission in the face of exquisite pleasure. With enough conditioning, Tyler wouldn’t even have to defy him openly anymore. Eventually, whenever he saw Blessed, he would gladly get on his knees for punishment.

After what seemed forever, Blessed moved, but not the direction Tyler thought he would. Rather than turning toward him so they could talk about what the hell was going on, Blessed marched over and grabbed the leash off the floor. He spun and faced Tyler, gently moving the slinky coil of metal links from one hand to the other, almost as if he were debating what to do with it.

“Come here.”

Tyler thought he might beat him with the length of metal rope, but he decided it wasn’t likely given how this culture chose to dole out discipline. Swallowing down his trepidation, Tyler moved over until he was standing in front of Blessed. He looked up, but Blessed would not meet his gaze. Instead, he focused his attention on his collar while he reattached the leash.

Terrified that Blessed was going to return him now that he’d used him as thoroughly as a tissue, Tyler swallowed his pride. He wasn’t going to grovel and beg to stay with Blessed. If he didn’t want Tyler, then Tyler didn’t want him, either. Besides, even if he got down on his knees begging and crying, it wouldn’t do any good. Men like Blessed were hardened when it came to the cries of alien species. Just looking at the tattoo on his face reminded Tyler that Blessed had stomped his way across the surface of five planets.

When Blessed reached out, Tyler prepared himself for anything, but not his gentle stroke down and across his belly and chest. When Tyler looked, he realized Blessed was tracing over the light blue stain his release had made on Tyler’s bronzed flesh. On Earth, Tyler was considered pretty tan, but here, compared to the dark maroon of Blessed’s skin, he looked positively pale.

“You mark so easily.”

Rather than answer with words, Tyler nodded. He looked at Blessed, wondering if he had left a corresponding mark, but there wasn’t anything there other than beautiful, burnished skin.

Blessed dropped the end of the leash and walked away.

Unsure what was happening, Tyler stayed right where he was and waited. Eventually, Blessed returned. He was dressed in his clinging pants, his wrist gauntlets, and his massive boots. He lifted up the leash, turned, and strode toward the door.

Tyler followed because he knew if he didn’t the leash would just yank him along anyway. Blessed wouldn’t even have to strain to pull him behind him. He didn’t want to look like a disobedient dog being dragged by an angry master, so he double-timed his steps to keep up with Blessed.

They left the room and went back along the same path the invisible man had led Tyler up. When they reached the lobby, or what Tyler thought of as the lobby, he realized that this time it wasn’t deserted. This time, there were all kinds of curiously formed aliens, and every single one of them seemed to be looking right at Tyler.