Cullen leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched Raven fiddle with the chain around his neck. “So, about that pendant,” he said, gesturing to the chain around Raven’s neck. “That terrifying thing? It’s not mine. Just saying so you don't forget..”
Raven’s fingers brushed the glowing pendant protectively. “I heard you the first time. But I’m keeping it anyway.”
“Sure,” Cullen replied with a shrug. “It looks like it's going to be worth a lot of cash, though. Don’t you want to sell it off?”
Raven’s gaze hardened. “No, it’s not yours. So, why don’t you turn your eyes away from it and leave it alone?”
Cullen leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. You’re the one wearing it.” He paused, then added, “But about that message. You thin
Raven leaned against the kitchen counter, his fingers drumming against his phone screen as Emerson’s call ended. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. The man was a mystery wrapped in control issues and cryptic lines.He had lied to Emerson that he was with his mother and brother but, actually he had just gone out to buy some broccoli. Not like he had a reason why. But, he was going to go see his mother and brother anyway.His phone buzzed again. A text from Emerson lit up the screen: "Find me that weatherman ASAP. No excuses."Raven chuckled. “Weatherman? Where the hell do I find one of those at this hour?” He shook his head, pocketing the phone. "Maybe Zayn would know."Pushing off the counter, he made his way toward the door, locking up behind him.The evening sun had dipped low, casting warm hues over the quiet street. He adjusted his red face
As the evening progressed, the park buzzed with life. The smell of fried dough, popcorn, and cotton candy wafted through the air, mingling with the distant screams of thrill-seekers on towering roller coasters. Emerson walked slightly ahead, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. Porsche followed with his gaze flitting between the colorful lights and the groups of humans laughing and enjoying themselves. He paused near a booth. His eyes were drawn to a spinning wheel game. “Do you know how this works?” Porsche asked, tilting his head in curiosity. His synthesized tone carried a hint of childlike wonder. Emerson smirked, stepping beside him. “It’s a scam,” he said flatly. “They make the odds so low that you spend more trying to win than the prize is worth.” Porsche squinted at the wheel, the lights reflecting in his eyes. “But what if you’re skilled? Like me?” Emerson chuckled. “Sure, Porsche. Go ahead and try.” Porsche paid the attendant with the swift precision of someone pr
Emerson smirked, swirling his wine glass. “Nope, that’s another thing you miss out on. Guess I’ll just have to drink for the both of us.” He took a sip, leaning back on the couch with an air of nonchalance.Porsche stared at the liquid in his glass. His synthetic wired mind has already analyzed its composition. “Why would humans willingly impair themselves?”Emerson laughed. “Because sometimes, it’s not about the consequences. It’s about feeling something else for a while—freedom, relief, or just a little bit of chaos.”Porsche tilted his head, his gaze fixed on Emerson. “That seems illogical. If relief is needed, shouldn’t the source of stress be eliminated instead?”“Maybe,” Emerson replied, his voice quieter. “But not everything is that simple. Some things can’t be fixed—they just… are.”The words hung in the air, unspoken weight behind them. Porsche watched him. His systems up there whirred faintly as he tried to parse the layers of meaning. Something in Emerson’s tone felt diff
“I've wanted you so badly,” Emerson confessed, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. His voice was low, trembling with a mixture of need and vulnerability. “I still do.”Porsche’s luminous eyes locked onto Emerson’s, glowing faintly in the dim light. Emerson could feel the invisible pull between them—a magnetic heat that seemed to draw them closer without effort.“I’ve never desired anyone. Male or female. I found the idea of being with humans as boring, not worth trying. But who said humanoids were off-limits?” Emerson's lips curved in a faint, daring smile. “Now, all I want is you. All of you.”Emerson’s restraint shattered like glass. He reached out, pulling Porsche into his arms. Their bodies collided in a way that felt both electric and inevitable. He pressed his lips against Porsche’s. The kiss was hard and demanding.Porsche’s lips parted slightly, soft and pliant, responding in a way that ignited Emerson’s every nerve. Emerson deepened the kiss, his ha
Emerson leaned in again, this time placing his lips above Porsche's nipple and lightly encircling it with his tongue. Porsche's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as he explored the firmness of Emerson's body. Pushing against Emerson rock-hard abs and feeling his muscular arms as he licked Porsche skin only caused Porsche unexplainable desire to increase.Porsche suddenly felt a flood of liquid seeped from his dick hole, drenching his underwear in slick lubrication as his body prepared to take Emerson's cock.He trailed his fingers down Emerson's stomach, strumming them along the peaks and valleys of his abs beforedipping his fingers behind his waistband. Emerson's breath hitched, and he stood upright, giving Porsche free rein to unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Porsche's eyes stilled at the sight he met with when he pulled down Emerson jeans. Emerson's underwear is stretched to the max by the girth pushing against it.Pulling at the band of his briefs, Porsche
He gasped for breath as Emerson splitted him open. Even with the lubrication, Emerson's large cock was more than that ass hole could ever be used to having inside it. Emerson pulled back, then pushed forward again, this time goingeven deeper into Porsche.“Shit. Fuck!” Porsche screamed out again. His hands reached out and grasped Emerson's back. The intensity ofEmerson's cock inside him was nearly an unbearable pleasure that his wired mind couldn't sum up but understood that this body doesn't want to stop. Porsche raked his hands down Emerson's back, causing Emerson to growl as he sat up.The movement made Emerson sink into Porsche even deeper, and Porsche's eyes fluttered back in a mixture of…. pain? Huh? Pleasure? How so?Not time to think or calculate or try to understand that he felt a mix of two emotions he'd been taught was fit to be pain and pleasure.Emerson grabbed his legs by his ankles and pulled them up and apart. He spread Porsche's legs wide and opened Porsche up ev
[REMINDER: Battery is low and would shut down in two minutes.]Another reminder. They all seemed angry at him and it was obvious, Porsche wasn't dumb. If anything he was thrice smarter. He could tell they weren't happy that he and their boss, Mr. Emerson had sex.Well, he didn't want to push either or worsen the situation with his words. Plus, he needed to recharge. So, “Here,” he said, passing the duvet to Mrs. Rose. “It'd be very cold tonight.”With that, he turned back, still naked. He walked back into Emerson's room. That was where his recharger was. As for those guys, if they thought he was going to leave Emerson, they were probably kidding themselves._____In 45 minutes he was fully charged. Before returning to his sleeping master, Emerson, Porsche headed to the kitchen for a drink of water. Emerson was still sleeping when Porsche walked back into the living room, but covered with a duvet this time. Hi
Raven gripped the wheel when he felt his focus blurring. His mother’s voice still echoed faintly in his head from earlier, but it was slipping away, replaced by static. Beside him, the takeout bags gave off the warm aroma of seasoned meat and fried rice, yet the food sat untouched.He stared out the windshield at the empty road ahead. A strange, heavy blankness clouded his thoughts.“This wasn’t the plan,” he muttered to himself, more out of habit than clarity. He couldn’t even remember what the plan had been.. something about Emerson? But now, it felt distant, like trying to recall the details of a dream long after waking.The windy whispers began faintly at first. He glanced toward the windows, assuming it was the wind slipping through some crack. But the sound grew, soft and insistent, like murmurs from invisible mouths.Raven shook his head. “I’m losing it. Great.”Still, the whispers grew clearer.. or maybe his mind was simply bending to them. He gripped his lucky charm around
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