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 processing multiple transactions simultaneously. He spun the wheel, and Emerson watched as the mechanism whirred, clicking as it slowed. The wheel landed precisely on the largest prize—a giant stuffed panda. The attendant gaped. “I… uh… congratulations!” he said, hesitating before handing over the oversized plush toy. Porsche turned to Emerson, holding the panda triumphantly. “See? Skill.” Emerson shook his head, his lips twitching into a rare smile. “You’re impossible.” --- By the time they reached the Ferris wheel, the park had started to quiet down. The line for the ride was short, and the two of them found themselves in a private compartment as the wheel began its slow ascent. The city stretched out beneath them with a sea of twinkling lights. Porsche stared out the window. The glow of the city reflected in his synthetic eyes. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. Emerson leaned back, his gaze fixed on Porsche. “Yeah, it is.” Porsche turned. He caught the look in Emerson’s eyes. “You’re staring,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Maybe I am,” Emerson admitted. There was no edge to his tone, no smirk or sneer. Just quiet honesty. For a moment, the air between them seemed to shift. The hum of the Ferris wheel faded into the background, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Porsche blinked, his eyes flickering slightly as if processing something. “Why do you… look at me like that?” Emerson hesitated, his usual sharpness replaced by something gentler. “Because you’re more than you think you are. More than anyone else sees.” He was going to be open and true to both himself and Porsche… as of now. He too needed to figure out all these, so he'd just let his heart speak through his mouth. Porsche’s synthetic systems buzzed faintly, a sign of internal activity. He struggled to process the emotions in Emerson’s words; the raw vulnerability that seemed so out of place for him. “I don’t seem to comprehend,” Porsche admitted finally. “You don’t have to,” Emerson said. “Just… don’t let anyone, not even me, make you feel less than you are as a human that you are.” --- The ride ended, but the weight of the conversation lingered as they made their way back to the car. Porsche held the stuffed panda awkwardly. His wired mind is still replaying Emerson’s words. For the first time, he felt something stir within his artificial core—something unfamiliar and inexplicable. A glitch again? Emerson unlocked the car, glancing at Porsche with a faint smirk. “You’re bringing that thing home, huh?” “Yes,” Porsche said firmly. “It’s mine now.” “Fair enough,” Emerson replied, chuckling as he started the engine. As the car pulled out of the lot, Porsche turned his gaze to the city lights one last time, the stuffed panda resting on his lap. For all his programming, for all his synthetic design, he felt something almost human stirring within him—a fleeting sense of warmth. --- The car ride home was unusually quiet. But the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was very much comfortable. Emerson seemed deep in thought with his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. Porsche on his own part, still holding the panda, gazed out the window. The city lights reflected faintly in his artificial eyes. As they neared the residential area, Porsche finally broke the silence. “Thank you for tonight,” he said, his voice measured. “It was… different and new.” Emerson smirked without taking his eyes off the road. “Different, new… it's both good for you. You should try it more often.” Porsche tilted his head. His expression was caught between curiosity and amusement. “Do you always assume you know what’s good for me?” “Yes,” Emerson replied without hesitation. “And I’m usually right.” --- Back at the house, the air felt noticeably warmer than outside. Emerson shrugged off his coat, hanging it on the rack near the door. Porsche stood in the entryway for a moment, clutching the panda. His gaze scanned the room as if searching for something familiar. “You look like you’ve never been here before,” Emerson teased, kicking off his shoes. “Recently I don’t feel like I belong here,” Porsche admitted, his voice quiet. “Ever since I awoke from my black out yesterday.” Emerson paused mid-step, glancing over his shoulder. “That’s because you overthink everything. I know I shouldn't be saying that to a wired brain, artificial intelligence but… Anyway, come on, sit down.” Porsche followed him into the living room, where Emerson flopped onto the leather couch with a sigh. Porsche hesitated before sitting carefully on the edge of the seat. The panda was still firmly in his grasp. Emerson raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to hold onto that thing all night?” “It’s mine,” Porsche said simply, hugging the plush closer. Emerson rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his lips. “Suit yourself.” --- The evening settled into an easy rhythm. Emerson disappeared into the kitchen, reappearing moments later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured himself a drink before glancing at Porsche. “Do you want some, or is that… not part of your programme design?” Porsche raised an eyebrow. “I can drink, but I don’t process it the same way you do.” “Figures,” Emerson said, handing him a glass anyway. “Just hold it. You look less awkward with something in your hand.” Porsche accepted the glass. His porcelain smooth fingers brushing briefly against Emerson’s. The contact was fleeting, but it left an odd sensation lingering in the air between them. “So, you can't get drunk too, huh?”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
“Off to the smaller house, we walk.”The strange man tugged Raven from the elevator and led Raven to his room, keeping Raven pressed to his side.Once inside, the strange man flicks the light on and immediately starts removing Raven's shirt. Raven complied, raising his arms to come out of it.“There comes those times in what you call a week, where I must have flesh and lust for myself. This is one of those times. Now, let me have you.”At that moment even, Raven couldn’t refuse him anything. His briefs are soaked for the strange ethereal looking man.But really, it's weird how he meets a glowing man for the first time and yet feels he's familiar with. In addition, the man is so strange but Raven finds him intriguing.Raven wants to give this absurdity a Go.. he just hopes it doesn’t get him hurt in t
“I'd do as I want. Better to save any form of energy for minutes to come.”The man laid Raven across his bed. He then crawled up the bed, slowly and dangerously. He placed his massive arms on each side of Raven, supporting himself and locking Raven up.He then leaned in and pressed a kiss on Raven's lips. Ah, Raven could taste his own on the strange hottie. The man leaned back on his knees, commanding. “You'd need to wrap me with those legs."And, yeah. Raven acted on effect, wrapping his legs on each side of the man. Safety first.Safety, really? Or was that a method so Raven can open up wide? Yeah, maybe that too.The man centered his dick at Raven's entrance and stroked Raven's balls this time around.Raven wondered if he should probably tell this man that he was a virgin at this. Or just
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