Kiss.
Kiss him first, Porsche.Porsche could tell Emerson was doubting and no, he wanted Emerson to do it, go all the way with him. He was programmed to initiate it and make it happen.Also, Emerson had taught him so much.. how it might feel to be sad, happy, disappointed, confused, annoyed, bored. He wanted to know how it might feel to be pleasured. He might be made of wires but he is inputted in a body. Aside from death, there are no boundaries to how far this body can go with doings.And just like how Emerson made him so eager to know how the body must have felt when the owner was vulnerable, making him access a memory he wished he never had. Right now, Emerson is making him want to feel on its own, the possibility of pleasure.He initiated the kiss. As ferocious. As hungry. As intense. And Emerson responded.Emerson's mouth opened further, and Porsche followed suit, allowing Emerson the access beyond his lips. His tongue<Porsche dropped to his knees gracefully then moved his head closer to Emerson's cock. The smell of male musk and skin filled his nostrils. He wanted to touch it. Taste it. That's what they did in the videos, right?“Don't be dull, Porsche. Start with my balls, huh.”“Yes, Mio Dio.”In obedience, Porsche started with his balls. He licked the skin hanging beneath Emerson's cock and sucked each ball gently into his mouth. Emerson growled lightly as Porsche moved his tongue in a swirling motion. Then Porsche moved upward, licking up a vein of Emerson's cock until he reached the crown. He swirled his tongue around the head, making sure to capture the pre-cum weeping from the slit. “Human semen tastes better than it is described to taste. And it makes me have the thought of wanting to taste some more.”No matter how mechanical and explanatory that sounded, it added more gasoline to the flame burning down Emerson's cock. It
“Rose, I don’t need a detailed report on your weekend or your arrival. Just tell me… what time exactly would you be back?” “Well, I'd say before 8pm, Sir Emerson,” Rose’s voice came through the speaker of his phone as he stood in his study. “Honestly, Sir Emerson, you didn't inform us your friend would still be ar—”“I pay you to handle my kitchen affairs,” Emerson cut her off. “That’s why I hired you, Rose. No need to micromanage me about my friends or who I choose to keep in my house.”“Owh, I see.” She sighed before adding, “Why are you heading to the family house tonight though? You never go there.”“My grand uncle came back from the states,” Emerson muttered. “Text Lucy and make sure she’s still coming tomorrow morning. And Rose, stop asking about my family or life affairs. Don't cross the line just because I keep you close.”A pause. “Understood, Sir Emerson,” Rose replied. “Good luck tonight.”The call ended with a click, leaving Emerson staring at his phone. Almost immediate
Emerson's feet hesitated at the turn toward the study. Instead, he let his legs guide him down another hallway, one that led toward parts of the estate he hadn’t explored in years.The swimming pool area.Where there used to be overgrown hedges and a slightly cracked pool deck, there was now a pristine, modern oasis. Glass barriers lined the perimeter. The water shimmered under soft ambient lights, and lounge chairs were neatly arranged in rows. It was perfect; almost too perfect.He walked slowly around the edge. Memories of his stepfather’s swimming instructions flooded back. “Elbows straight, Emerson. Kick harder.” Those were the days when swimming lessons felt like eating once-in-a-year Christmas puddings… sweet. Mostly because he took those lessons with his beloved Kent by his side.But looking back now, they were all gone memories thanks to this restructuring.A soft laugh pulled him out of his thoughts.Near the pool house, he spotted his grand uncle. The old man sat with a
The wheels of Emerson’s car hummed against the asphalt at human speed. His thoughts were elsewhere. Tangled in the moment he’d heard Porsche’s voice on the phone. A voice he hadn’t heard in what felt like days.The call had been brief. Just enough to confirm it was Porsche, enough to make Emerson’s chest tighten with an odd mix of relief and panic. He’d muttered Porsche’s name into the receiver, but before anything else could be said, the line went dead.“Calm down,” he muttered to himself, gripping the steering wheel tighter. But his foot pressed harder on the accelerator, betraying his own command. The car sped forward, slicing through the night traffic like a knife.Everything had aligned perfectly for his escape from that damned family house. His mother hadn’t intercepted him, though she had a knack for appearing like a witch when least needed. His stepfather was conveniently absent, perhaps at work or indulging in one of his hobbies. Even Kent had remained absorbed in the new
Porsche emerged from the room with an effortless elegance that turned the mundane act of walking into an art form. His baby pink top paired flawlessly with crisp white pants that perfectly matched Emerson’s own pants. This wasn’t a coincidence; Porsche’s wired brain had calculated that matching their attire would be a tiny yet effective way to please Emerson.He completed the look with a petite white bag, a more feminine kind, but in Porsche’s mind, it symbolized human connection and a harmonious unity he thought Emerson might appreciate since they were going to meet people. It's a workplace after all.Emerson glanced up from his latte cup and his breath caught in his throat. Porsche looked... radiant. Too radiant. Was this the same Porsche he’d seen the night before? His cheeks warmed, though he masked it with an air of indifference as he handed over the glass of hot milk.“Here. Breakfast. Before we leave,” Emerson said briskly then tried averting his eyes.Porsche’s face broke i
Rose had gone out of her way to pack up an impeccable meal, something Emerson thought would keep him tied to the office, next to him. But Porsche had other ideas.“I’ll eat with the other staff today,” Porsche said, holding the food flask with a bright smile.Emerson froze, his pen hovering mid-signature on a document. He stared at Porsche like he had just announced he was moving to Mars. “Eat… with them?” “Yes. They’re fun,” Porsche said cheerfully, already heading toward the door with a spring in his step. “I’ll be back!”Emerson clenched his jaw as the door clicked shut. Fun? Fun? He slammed the pen down, rattling the desk. What did the staff have that he didn’t? He was the boss, for goodness’ sake! Fun? He could be fun too.But instead of chasing after Porsche like a sulking boyfriend, Emerson sank back into his chair, seething. He opened the file in front of him and pretended to work, but the letters swam before his eyes. The thought of Porsche laughing, joking, and sharing foo
Well, that didn't take long. Hours had run by and it was closing time; 6pm. This was the first time ever, Emerson came to work early in the morning and stayed till the closing hours. And is now leaving at the same closing hours instead of staying back till 9 or 10pm.The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows over the parking lot. Emerson’s sharp gaze followed Porsche as he finished up his conversation with Caleb.“Thank you, Caleb,” Porsche said, pocketing a small slip of paper the other man handed him.Caleb lingered with an easy smile turning to a slight smirk. “Call me anytime, Porsche. I mean it.”Before Porsche could respond, Emerson stepped forward. His ugly presence was now like a storm of tension. He plucked the paper from Porsche’s pocket with his movements that were deliberate and slow.“I don’t think Porsche will need this,” Emerson said, his voice low and cold. He held the Paper slip between his fingers. There was the faintest curl of a sneer on his lips before
“So… are you fine now? You okay?” Cullen’s voice carried an edge of hesitation. Though, his tone was carefully neutral as if he didn’t want to stir up the storm that had barely settled.Raven recognized what he was refraining from saying.The spirits, the haunting, the questions neither of them wanted to address head-on—yet. Cullen was trying to keep things light for their mother’s sake, so she doesn't hear. But his brother's restraint was a loaded silence anyway.Raven sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Well… does it look like I’m not happy?”“You don't. You look confused as hell. Well, you never exactly make things easy for yourself, do you?” Cullen shot back, folding his arms across his chest.Raven nodded slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile. There wasn’t any v
Once again, Leroy Jr. awoke feeling warm and content.His back was pressed against Xcott's front, his head resting on one massive bicep, while Xcott's other arm was wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy thigh was thrust between Leroy's legs, anchoring him in place.Leroy sighed sleepily and nestled back against Xcott before the memories of the previous evening rushed in. His muscles tensed. Oh my god. Xcott had spanked him—hard. It had hurt like hell. But Xcott had also given him the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.Then again, he was a virgin.His conscience screamed at him. What is wrong with me? How could I have reacted like that?Moving carefully, Leroy tried to slip out from under Xcott's arm, but the hold immediately tightened."Running away, my little son?" Xcott’s deep, amused rumble sent an involuntary shiver through Leroy.Before he could protest, Xcott laughed and rolled on top of him, his broad hips settling against Leroy’s. His chest was warm and heavy, pr
Leroy was vaguely aware of the shelf beneath his body and of the fiery glow of his abused bottom, but they seemed very distant. A warm hand stroked his back and it felt nice… very nice, but that was distant, too.Xcott's voice finally penetrated. “Little son, answer me.”“Hmm?” Had he asked him something? Leroy tried to focus but he couldn’t remember the question.“When was the last time you ate?” Xcott asked patiently. He tried to wave a hand, mildly surprised when it responded. “Berries… pool… earlier,” he finally mumbled.A low laugh sent a pleasant shiver through his body. “I think I had better feed you before we continue with my plans for the evening.”“Okay,” Leroy whispered obediently. His tears had dried up now.Another low laugh and this one was e
“No,” Leroy shook his head. “No, please. No. Stop.”Xcott didn't pay heed. Once he fastened them around Leroy's wrists, the catch disappeared. They were beautiful and Leroy now admired the gleam of the gold against his pale white skin. They were just… bracelets. And this time, masculine ones.Leroy opened his mouth to thank him but he was already reaching for two more. These matched the first set but were slightly longer and Leroy eyed them with uneasy suspicion as he bent to fasten them around Leroy's ankles.Leroy's thoughts immediately flashed back to the metal cuffs the slavers had used, but those heavy metal bands were a far cry from these delicate golden links.“What are those?” he demanded.Xcott laughed softly and the low rumble sent a shiver of pleasure up Leroy's spine in spite of his trepidation. “Let’s
Once Leroy stepped inside, K'coba closed the door quietly.Leroy's heart started beating unexpectedly hard in his chest, his eyes went straight to Xcott. Xcott was seated at the desk, bent over a screen, and he didn’t look up immediately so Leroy was able to study him.His eyes traveled appreciatively over Xcott's handsome alien features and the muscled perfection of Xcott's chest visible through the open vest. But he could also see the tension in those broad shoulders and he had a sudden desire to walk up behind him, wrap his arms around him, and nibble kisses into the strong column of his neck.Leroy felt his nipples tighten at the image of his own filthy imagination. Damn, what was wrong with his stupid self?As if aware of his own appraisal, Xcott looked up, a half-smile curving his lips until he took in Leroy's appearance. The smile remained but his eyes hardened. “Take t
Leroy’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with possibilities."I might know a way actually."His fingers curled into the fabric of his loose-fitting tunic. He should be overjoyed; this was the first real thread of escape he’d been given. But something about the way both women looked at him made his stomach twist.It’s not that simple, is it? It never was.“You know a way?” Leroy asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. This was hope, but in an upsetting way. “And you’re just telling me because?”Jadona exhaled, as if she had expected that reaction. “Little man…”“No.” He shook his head, his eyes burning. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up in a place where you don’t belong? To be dragged into a life you never agreed to?”
A completely unexpected pang of jealousy shot through Leroy. Tsk, tsk. What was that about?Sure, he was tall, sexy, and kissed him so hard his bones melted. He was also arrogant, demanding, unfeeling, and he had him, a little ‘son’, kidnapped as a slave.If he didn’t want to have sex with that big golden guy—although he wasn’t as convinced of that as he would have liked—why did it matter who else he was having sex with?Pushing the thought aside, Leroy probed further. “But do you want to be slaves?”An identical expression of sorrow crossed each woman’s delicate face, their hair drooping inunison, and Leroy felt like he had kicked a pair of puppies.Trocana sighed. “Of course not. We were traveling with a relative. He sold us to pay off his gambling debts.”“He could
“That’s it? Watch television or pamper myself?”Leroy was more than ecstatic. Was this how life was in the world outside of Earth? It was really enticing that someone as greedy would choose to stay here and never leave. But not him.“Of course. I told you that Almighty Xcott was very generous,” K'coba said proudly.Leroy stared at him, trying to figure out how to explain to the alien man that his suggestionshorrified his little heart rather than pleased it. There had never been a time in his bitter life when he wasn’t constantly busy.As little as he was at 20 years old, he was the only child of a dead mother and an imprisoned father who hadn’t managed to secretly save up good money before the doom that befell. Things were never so difficult that none of his parents ever experienced a series of low-paying jobs and Leroy had been sp
“Why do people come here?” The idea that such a huge operation was just floating around in space stunned him, who had a tech and science geek father.K'coba shrugged again. “Various reasons. The repair shops and refueling stations drive a certain amount of traffic. And, of course, the fight pit, the brothels, and the gambling dens draw others. Then there are the merchants, the restaurants, the lodgings. At any given time, there are thousands of people here—some permanent, some transient—but all expecting a certain amount of…order. Order thatAlmighty Xcott provides.” A small smile curved his mouth and it was unexpectedly appealing. “Ofof course, order is relative.”Leroy stared out into the atrium, still trying to process the immense space as his words registered. “What do you mean fight pit? Brothels? Gambling dens?”K'coba looked at him a little uneasily. “They are some of our most profitable businesses.” Hehesitated. “If you have any additional questions, you should ask our maste
Leroy stared into space, planning the whole thing out after Xcott departed. The thought of never going back to earth again… it was saddening even if he was treated as shit there.His legs suddenly gave out to the sad thoughts and he collapsed down on the lounge chair. From one nightmare straight into another.Well, admittedly the surroundings and the food were significantly better here than earth of course, but at least on the earth he knew what his belonged to him and no one else to control it. Here his chains were not visible but they were just as strong. Even worse, his stupid straight body responded to Xcott with an intensity he had never felt before, betraying his every attempt to remain angry or even aloof as he has been all his life. And Xcott had seemed to respond just as strongly. Maybe he was a gay alien and he enjoyed this sort of rainbow life?Despite the circumstances, Leroy had almost believed that there might be a connection between them. When Xcott's eyes warmed, whe