-Enslaved-by-an-Officer[ Sold 8] (6 page)

“The last thing I remember is going for a run then waking up on that stage.”
“You were near a house that had been rigged to explode.”
“Why?”
“Apparently, the people who lived there were trying to collect on some kind of insurance policy. They altered gas appliances so that while they were away, the house would burn. But they miscalculated. The explosion destroyed their home and several homes next to it.”
“How many people died?”
“Twelve.”
“Jesus.” Carver shook his head. “All so some asshole could collect insurance rather than work?”
Honor nodded. He understood Carver’s fury. The perpetrators were well away from the danger, but their neighbors weren’t so lucky.
“Was there another man taken from the same incident?”
That thought had never crossed Honor’s mind. “What makes you think that?”
“I remember jogging and I looked at my wrist to see what my heart rate was—it’s an athletic thing—and when I looked up there was this guy jogging toward me. He was cute, and I smiled at him and he smiled back.”
“What about Mac?” Honor was confused because he thought once humans paired off they were extremely, almost pathologically, dedicated.
“What about him?” Carver leaned forward, his brow wrinkling up with confusion. “Oh. You think since Mac and I threw down that I wasn’t going to ever look at another guy? That’s not how that works. I mean if we were serious, yeah, but we weren’t. And I just smiled at this guy. I didn’t run over and suck his dick or anything.”
Honor couldn’t help himself, he laughed. Unexpected mirth was something he’d gotten used to feeling around humans. They used humor as a defense mechanism but also they used extremes to make their points.
“So you do laugh. I was starting to think Krase warriors were always serious.”
“We can be.” Honor despaired that he had nothing to say to Carver other than to convey information. “I am sorry that you can’t go back.”
“Me, too.” Carver took a deep breath. “But that doesn’t mean my life is over.”
“Not at all.” Honor felt another new and strange feeling. Admiration. He’d witnessed other humans react to the news in a variety of ways. Generally, they were complacent with the information once they found out the people they left behind thought they were dead. But they also had someone here and now that they loved. As far as he could tell, Carver wasn’t in love with anyone here. Yet. That thought gave Honor hope. “There is much to do here.”
“Yeah?” Carver looked around at his room.
“I did not mean right in this room.”
Carver looked pointedly at the bed and then his speculative gaze landed on Honor. “I can think of one thing.”

“Wait.” Carver moved quickly after him. Damn that he had listened to Acerith. This guy wasn’t interested in him in the least.
“Please use the facilities, and then I will take you back to the others.”
Carver was horrified. No wonder Honor wasn’t interested. He was probably repulsed by Carver’s stench. “Just take me back to the shuttle bay with the others.”
“As you wish.” Honor moved so fast he was practically running.
Carver matched his speed but stayed a step behind. The last thing he wanted to do was have to see Honor’s face. He might have had a chance with him if he’d taken the hint and gotten cleaned up first. As soon as he got back to the refugee camp in the shuttle bay, he sought out Acerith.
“Well, you were wrong. Totally wrong.” Carver knew he was focusing on this so as not to feel overwhelmed about everything he’d lost. Pretending it didn’t matter when he was devastated beyond words was the norm for him. No one had ever been privy to his private pain, and he saw no reason to change that aspect of his personality now.
Acerith met his gaze without anger.
“He’s not into me.”
Acerith looked beyond Carver’s shoulder, forcing him to turn around. When he did, he saw Honor over at the doorway. As soon as their gazes met, Honor exited the area. Carver frowned as he watched him go. What in the world was going on with him? Their gazes had collided on the planet and in the shuttle. There was heat there. When he’d asked Acerith, he’d verified that Carver wasn’t making it up in his head.
“Oh, he is most definitely interested.”
“I asked him to fuck, and he couldn’t say no fast enough.” Carver was humiliated. “I’m never listening to you again.”
“Trust me. Honor is interested in you. But I do not think he wants to fuck. Well, perhaps that, too. But he wants more.”
“More?” Carver had no idea what that meant.
“He’s not looking for something fast but something which will last.”
“Oh.” Carver dropped down onto the cot he’d been given. “I thought maybe I smelled bad.”
“You don’t.”
“I haven’t had a bath in ages.”
“You’ve been in an environment too dry to allow you to sweat.”
“Right.” Carver figured there was probably something scientific behind that, but he was too tired and embarrassed to ask what. “He knows about you.”
“And you think that killed the moment?”
“What? No!” Carver shoved Acerith, earning himself a rather cross look. “Sorry. Human males do a lot of shoving, slapping, and— I won’t do it again.”
“Rather than touch with lust you touch with false aggression. Your species isn’t the only one. You would do well with the Krase.”
“Maybe, but not with that one.” Carver looked around. “Has everyone gotten fed and cleaned up?”
“Most. You can take your turn now.”
“I was waiting for you.”
“So now you wish to mate with me?” Acerith asked this with a drop-dead seriousness that belied the quizzically funny expression on his face. “Are all humans so fickle?”
“Yeah.” Carver stood and offered out his hand to Acerith. “Tell me. Have you ever been in a locker room?”
“I don’t know what that is.” Acerith allowed himself to be pulled to his feet then let go of Carver’s hand.
“Ooh. A virgin.” Carver playfully attempted to swat Acerith’s ass. He was very human in shape but for his uniquely colored skin and the fact he had more in common with a reptile than a mammal.
“And I shall stay that way.” He leapt away before Carver could make contact.
“Aw, really? You could be a nice little plaything for the right guy.”
“Perhaps. But that isn’t you.”
“What’s wrong with me?” And here he’d thought he was total beefcake. Perhaps he was on Earth, but out here he was just chopped liver. Other creatures saw him and went
ew
rather than
whew
. Carver was going to be really pissed if his one and only sexual experience was with Mac. Not that it hadn’t been good, because it was. So good in fact he’d like a repeat. Several repeats. And maybe something more.
“You are too big for me.” Acerith entered the area where they were given modest amounts of water to clean up. According to Acerith, the Krase didn’t bathe in the traditional sense but had provided makeshift facilities to accommodate the other species as best they could.
“Yeah. I’m pretty fucking massive.”
“Including your ego.” Acerith disrobed.
Carver tried not to stare but found he couldn’t.
“Go on. Look.”
“I’m not—I wasn’t—okay, where’s your cock?” Carver couldn’t help but compare Acerith to a Ken doll. He literally had an utterly smooth groin. “Oh, don’t tell me. Your other big secret is you’re a girl?”
“I am not a female.” Acerith rolled his eyes and turned away, preventing Carver from being able to stare at him anymore. “My cock is inside.”
“Whip it out.”
“I have to become aroused for it to protrude.” Acerith plunged his sponge into the bucket then released the water at the top of his bald head. He made a sound that was oddly similar to a purring cat. “Although, given how good this feels, I might just oblige you.”
Carver followed suit and swore he felt his pores trying to open up and drink his bath water. He’d consumed a large bottle of water when he’d come on board but had been careful not to drink too much. All he could think was that he was so glad he was safe. To his shock, he felt tears threaten. He turned away from Acerith and bathed himself briskly to try to stop the pain from taking over. He managed, but only just barely. Soon, he’d have to find a place of privacy and let the pain out but not here. Not now. And certainly not with Acerith who had his own agony.
After washing himself with an odd-smelling soap, Carver rinsed off and felt better than he had since his ordeal began. There was still a lot he had to do, but he felt he could now accomplish more.
“Nothing like being clean, huh?” he asked Acerith as he pulled on the loose-fitting trousers he’d been offered. They reminded him of scrubs in that they were very simple. Sadly, they also didn’t fit.
“It is truly a wonder. Do you have this trouble on your home world?” Acerith pulled on his pants without difficulty.
“Yeah. I pretty much have to get things tailored to fit. Well, it looks like I’m going to have to keep wearing a loincloth for now.” Rather than put the one he’d been wearing back on, he wrapped the pants around his hips and tied them at the side. “Voila! Instant loincloth.”
“Funny.”
“What?”
“The Krase are very big.”
“Yeah. So? What’s your point?” Carver ensured his clothing kept his junk covered.
“Don’t you find it strange that they managed to find pants to fit everyone here but you?”
Carver looked around and realized that out of all the creatures present, he was the only one built almost as big as the Krase. He was also the only one not able to wear the clothing given to him. “And you think this means what?”
“That Honor Vengeance wants to keep you wearing what he first saw you in.”
Carver considered and then grinned. Maybe his hopes for hooking up with the enigmatic officer weren’t doomed after all.

“Your comment about the nature of your demise made me consider that I might be able to develop a better lead on one of the other Earthlings if I knew his name.”

Carver was sitting in Honor’s private rooms. He wore the pants he’d been given but sideways as if they were a loincloth and not trousers. Honor was having a difficult time not looking at his powerful body. It seemed after several solid meals, a deep rest period, a bath, and some water, Carver was restored to excellent health. He fairly gleamed, making Honor hungry for him again. Deliberately, he pushed that thought away.

“I’m not certain what you’re asking me to do.”
“There is a video of the auction. The quality isn’t as good as it could be, but maybe you could make out the face of the man you saw that day.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Carver nodded enthusiastically, causing his makeshift loincloth to quiver. Honor was hoping the material spontaneously evaporated. “But I don’t know his name.”
“Yes.” Honor deliberately lifted his gaze to Carver’s eyes. If he stayed above his nipples, he should be fine. But now he was thinking of his nipples and how they tightened in the cold. Belatedly, he realized he should have had devotee stay in here with him. That would have stopped any amorous liaison from starting. “However, the man’s name would be listed in the news report of the explosion.” Honor swore Carver winced ever so slightly. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him in any way. “I am sorry. If this is too much, we can always try another time.”
“I’m okay.” Carver forced a smile that told Honor he was anything but fine. He was in pain. Not physical pain but what Tyler had called emotional pain. Honor hadn’t understood how devastating that could be until he’d gotten emotions himself. When Carver had made the idea of having sex with him seem like a fun way to pass the time and nothing more, Honor had been insulted. And hurt. He had been unable to even look at Carver until now. The sting remained, but it wasn’t as sharp.
“I will show you the video.” Honor settled at his communication unit, doing his best to ignore the blue stain that refused to come out of his carpet. Somehow, having Carver in here with him made him extremely aware of the mark of shame. Maybe because he’d put it there while thinking of him.
To his surprise, Carver didn’t wait for him to cue up the video before he moved over and knelt down on the floor, peering up at the screen.
Honor felt his
strosan
start to squirm in his trousers. He realized suddenly that this was a terrible idea. How could he look at the video and not become aroused? Every time he’d looked at it, he’d allowed himself to reach the peak of need. There was no stopping his body’s reaction now that he had the video in combination with the actual man. Barely had he moved near when Honor became hyperaware of him. He felt the heat of his body pressing into his side and the scent of him was so delicious he wanted to lean over and lick the nape of his neck.
“Is that—wow.” Carver watched several of the men as they were taken to the center of the stage. “What was up with the anal probe?”
“Sexual slaves must show they are capable of maintaining an erection and climaxing. No buyer would bid on them otherwise.” Honor felt his
strosan
tightening around his shaft, making him harder and crimping his prick in his pants. “Bidding for you was strong before your climax but afterward…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence he was in such dire need. Had he been there, Honor would have bought Carver by pushing the bidding to such an extreme amount all would back away. Once he had him he would have taken his time in seducing him. Or that was what he told himself when he doubted he would be able to exercise control.
“I’ve never come that hard or that powerfully.” Carver grinned up at him then looked away quickly, making Honor wonder if he knew what a state he was in. Honor tried to look down at Carver’s cock, but he didn’t have a good angle, and any movement would only aggravate his already tense situation. He needed to distract himself from the lusty visions in his head. Unfortunately, by telling himself not to think of Carver sucking his cock, that was all he could think about. Why couldn’t he simply treat this as he did encounters with his own kind? Sex was mutually pleasurable. They could indulge without retribution as long as it was reciprocal. But that was the issue right there. He didn’t think Carver would engage him the same way a fellow Krase warrior would. Honor wanted more than a casual interlude while Carver didn’t. That type of lopsided encounter simply wouldn’t satisfy.
“Your owner—the one who bought you. You refused to submit? That’s why he sent you to the
jild
farm?” Honor thought this might give his brain something to latch onto. If Carver only wished to have sex one way, then they simply wouldn’t make a good pairing and he could move on to someone else.
“Yeah.” Carver kept his gaze on the screen as he answered. “I wasn’t about to bend over so some skinny yellow guy could stick his dick up my ass.”
Honor was concerned that perhaps Carver wasn’t honestly interested in sex with him. Perhaps his previous offer hadn’t been an invitation at all but a joke. Humans were notorious jokesters. Perhaps Carver just wanted to try a variety of aliens to see what they were like. There were other species who did that. His kind, once they retired, was famous for indulging in a variety of sexual slaves.
“So the issue was one of penetration.”
“I guess.” Carver shrugged.
“I mean to say that you do not want to be penetrated.”
“No. That wasn’t it.” Carver sighed. “And it really wasn’t the fact that the guy was the same color and same basic sheen as a rubber ducky, or the fact he had the weirdest looking dick I’ve ever seen. No, that wasn’t the issue. It was the fact he
ordered
me to bend over. He didn’t ask. He didn’t try any kind of seduction. He just said ‘bend over so I can fuck you.’ It was just rude, you know?”
Honor almost pointed out that Carver was his slave and by right Fraunnon could order him to bend over. He refrained from explaining this because that wasn’t what the issue was. Carver was explaining that he didn’t like to be compelled into complying. Honor was reassured because his kind was similar in that brute force simply didn’t work on them as they were instinctually driven to fight back.
“I had just gotten a handle on the fact I liked men, so I wasn’t real keen to have some little twerp boss me around.”
“This is a big issue for humans? Not the being ordered part but that you had gotten a handle on what you liked.” Honor had tried to understand the way of human sexuality, but he was baffled by much of their decision-making processes. Krase kind had males, females, and neutrals. It simplified things greatly. Humans had only two sexes yet seemed to find many ways to blend their bodies and lives together. Some of them agonized over their preferred sexual partner when Honor didn’t understand what the issue was until Tyler explained about cultural expectations.
“Yeah. Or it was for me. Football is a man’s game. They don’t take kindly to fags in the locker room. That’s why I never really thought much about it. About sex I mean.” Carver looked up at Honor then away very fast. It was such an odd thing for him to keep doing, but Honor didn’t know what the action meant. Shame? Interest? His translator was all but useless when it came to interpreting nonverbal communication.
“What did you think about instead?” Honor had engaged in sex since the day he’d first thought about it. For his kind, it was easy. He found another willing warrior, and they fucked. There was no romance or angst involved. They each released their fluids then went back to what they were doing. It was no different than going and eating when they were in need of nourishment.
“I worked out a lot. A lot. Like all the time.”
“It shows.”
“Thanks.” Carver grinned as he looked down at himself. “I also studied a lot. Mind and body, you know?”
Honor nodded even though he really didn’t. He just loved hearing Carver talk. His voice was low and sexy while his face was so animated. He was simply stunning to look at. Honor kept his hands on the console to prevent himself from touching him.
“Oh, and I played a lot of ball. That was my life. From pee wee football right up to my college days I was always on a team. Then the offer to go pro came. I was so excited I just grabbed Mac and kissed him. I don’t know why it just kinda hit me like that. And then he kissed me back, and it was fucking awesome. I’m real clear on what I like now. Hey! Stop the—that guy right there!” Carver pointed to the screen. “He’s the one who was jogging toward me.”
Honor had never met a species who could have so many lines of thought all colliding while still keeping them straight. After talking to Tyler for any length of time, Honor always felt like he had mental whiplash. “You’re certain?”
“That’s him. I remember that when he got near he flipped his head just like that to get his bangs out of his eyes. It was sexy.”
Slightly annoyed, Honor began to suspect that Carver was simply attracted to everyone. Honor watched in slow motion as the man jerked his head to the side then the front, forcing a hank of his hair to sweep across his forehead. “If his hair bothers him, why doesn’t he just cut it off?”
“Because look at how it tumbles back into his eyes.” Carver nodded. “Sexy.”
Honor did not agree. His own hair wasn’t thin and so easily tossed about. The strands were heavy, thick, and unlike human hair, his was alive. The only decision he ever made with it was whether to wear it loose or pulled back. Today, he had the strands pulled back and banded at the nape of his neck. He’d done this because he thought of being on top of Carver and didn’t want the strands tumbling into his face.
“That’s definitely him.”
“And you find him attractive?” Honor was trying to determine what type of man Carver was interested in. Did he like them big and strong or smaller and more docile?
“Sure. I mean, look at him. He’s a real cutie. That’s why I remembered him.” Carver watched the slowed down video and whistled lightly. “He’s got a damn big cock for a guy that size.”
Honor had seen this video multiple times, but he’d never really studied the other humans. He liked watching Carver. But it seemed that Carver simply liked watching other humans. Maybe the best thing Honor could do was reunite the two humans.
“Would you like me to find him for you?”
“For me?” Carver looked up at Honor. “Like as my slave or something?”
“No. He would be freed just like you. But perhaps if you were with me when he was found, the two of you might…become a couple.”
Carver gave him a very puzzled look. “Well, I guess that might happen. But I’m not really interested. I mean I don’t know him at all, and while he’s cute, he’s not really my type.”
Now Honor was getting somewhere. “What is your type?”
“I like big guys.” Carver kept his attention on the video. “Whoa. Did you see that?”
“What?” Honor moved the video back a few moments while trying not to get too excited about the fact that Carver liked big guys. That didn’t really change anything. Liking bigger men might still mean he preferred other humans.
“He came about a gallon of jizz.” Carver flashed Honor a wicked grin. “Does your kind ejaculate?”
“Yes.” Honor felt if Carver got any closer he might just do so in his trousers.
“Is it white?”
“No.”
Carver looked to the side then back at Honor. “Is it blue?”
If he had been capable of the very complicated autonomic response of blushing, Honor would have turned so red he would have radiated more heat than a blaster. He knew without a doubt that Carver was asking because he’d noticed the stain on the carpet.
“I’m going to assume your silence is a yes.”
Honor was suddenly annoyed. He’d felt some kind of attachment to Carver based on his looks alone, and now that he had him near, he was too afraid to make any kind of advance. He told himself he was being respectful of Carver, but the fact was he was allowing his fear to hold him back. No more. He was a fully named Krase warrior with four planets crushed under his heel. He had treaded dangerous ground that others wouldn’t even consider stepping onto. He would not be afraid of one human.
Turning to Carver, Honor waited until he was looking right in his eyes. He then very deliberately growled low and hungry. “Would you like to see for yourself?”
Carver pulled back just a bit, a minor flinch, but then he moved forward. “I would.”
Refusing to hesitate, Honor pushed back from the desk and turned his chair so that he was directly facing Carver. He unfastened his pants and released his pulsing prick. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting Carver to do. Maybe flinch away again or make a face of revulsion, but the last thing he expected was his utter fascination.
“Fuck.” Tentatively, Carver reached out and touched the
strosan
. When it quivered and the tip sought out his finger, Carver’s eyes widened. “What is that?”
“My
strosan
.” Honor stood, and to his great pleasure, Carver didn’t flinch back but held his position on the floor. He was now kneeling before Honor, feeding into his lush fantasy that Carver was his willing slave. “My cock is too big to stay up for penetration on its own. The
strosan
is a flexible tube of muscle to help brace the weight.”
“Show me.” Carver’s attention was riveted to Honor’s hips.
“When I become aroused, my
strosan
wraps around the length of my cock, squeezing to help the blood flow.” Honor showed him despite the fact he was already fully erect. As he spoke, he pulled his
strosan
down to the bottom of his shaft. “When I’m ready to mount, I pull the flesh down to the base, where it flattens underneath.”
Carver tilted his head so he could see. “It’s like a long cock ring.”
Honor thought of the cock-crushing device tucked over by his bed. Would he need it with Carver? He was far bigger than any of the other humans Honor had seen. He was almost as big as a Krase warrior. They might actually be compatible without the device.
Before he realized his intent, Carver lifted up and sucked the tip of Honor’s cock into his mouth. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever known. Krase warriors fucked hard and fast. There was very little foreplay and nothing like the kind of oral stimulation the humans liked to give and receive. The feel of his tongue was rough, hot, and wet, making Honor brace himself by widening his stance.
Carver looked up at him and grinned.
Honor just watched, unsure what was happening. Carver seemed to switch moods quickly, almost effortlessly. And then, to his shock, he was close to release. “No!” He stepped back, yanking his cock away from Carver and almost tumbling himself over his chair.
“What the hell?” Carver was on his feet and coming after him.
“My fluids will stain your skin.” Honor leaned against the wall for balance. Without the solid ship holding him up, he feared he would fall right over.
“Then I’ll just be careful not to get it all over my face.” Carver moved close, wrapping his hand around Honor’s cock and stroking along the length.