The room was alive with murmurs and sidelong glances. Every eye in the office seemed to fixate on Ielus as though they were in the presence of someone.. or something, not quite human. His ethereal appearance was impossible to ignore; alabaster hair, piercing eyes, and an aura that seemed to defy explanation. Even the way he stood, perfectly composed and exuding quiet confidence, commanded attention.Someone whispered, loud enough to be heard: “This one beats Mr. Porsche. Like, completely.”The others nodded, agreeing in stunned silence. Porsche, Emerson’s last high-profile hire; as the company tagged it, had been the gold standard of refinement and allure. But now, it seemed even Porsche had been outdone.Raven chuckled under his breath, leaning against the doorframe as he observed the growing fascination. ‘What is it about this guy?’ He wondered, still unnerved by Ielus’s uncanny presence. He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. “Alright, I’m heading out of here,”
Scene 1: At Home - Contradicting the NewsRaven sprawled on his couch, cradling a mug of hot coffee while the muted hum of the television filled the room. The weather anchor, dressed impeccably in a navy suit, gestured dramatically to a map.“Prepare for a deluge, folks,” the anchor declared, his voice booming with certainty. “Umbrellas and heavy coats are non-negotiable today. Expect torrential rain starting this afternoon, lasting well into the evening.”Raven sighed, side-eyeing the dark clouds already gathering outside his window. With a groan, he grabbed his phone and tapped Ielus’ number.The line connected almost immediately. “Hello,” came Ielus’ smooth, unhurried voice.“So, what’s the deal with the weather? Should I dig out my rain boots, or are you about to tell me something completely different?” Raven leaned back, twirling his coffee spoon absentmindedly.On the other end, Ielus chuckled. “You trust them more than me? Step outside.”Raven frowned at the cryptic response bu
Scene 3: At the Library - A Rainy RevelationRaven loved the quiet of the library. It was his refuge from the chaos of the city, a place where he could lose himself in books without interruption. Today, however, his solitude was broken.“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low as he spotted Ielus leaning against a bookshelf, a novel in hand.“Reading,” Ielus replied simply, not bothering to look up.Raven approached, curious. “Don’t you have storms to predict?”Ielus finally looked up, his lips twitching into a grin. “I don’t predict. I decide.”Raven rolled his eyes. “Right. You control the weather. Got it. So, what’s the forecast today?”“No rain,” Ielus said confidently, closing the book and stepping closer. “Unless...”“Unless what?” Raven asked, crossing his arms.“Unless you don’t listen to me.” Ielus chuckled, leaning in slightly. “You smiled with a certain someone yesterday even when I told you not to. Next time you want to be all smiley with someone against my word
Scene 5: Lunch Break ForecastRaven sat by his desk, the soft hum of the office around him barely making a dent in his focus. His mind raced through the plans for the day, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His phone buzzed—a weather alert. Clear skies, no rain, it read.“No rain? Not today,” Raven thought, narrowing his eyes at the screen. The city had been eerily still all morning, and the air had a certain heaviness to it that made his skin prickle. He looked out the window, a half-bitter smile tugging at his lips.The forecast said clear skies. But Raven knew better than to trust the so-called predictions. He had begun noticing the strange coincidences, the weather bending to something else, something he couldn’t quite explain. He glanced at the clock—12:30. Lunch break was fast approaching.As he headed out the door, he passed by his usual coffee shop, where he spotted Ielus sitting by the window. His friend was sipping from his cup, his eyes focused out
“I told you not to harm him.” The words dropped from the golden alien’s lips like ice, cold and devoid of even the faintest flicker of emotion. Leroy felt the chill crawl through his skin, making his already trembling body shudder uncontrollably. “We didn’t harm him. We just had a bit of fun,” the alien on his right said, its voice grating, defensive. Leroy could barely contain himself. Fun? He bit his lip, his body aching, raw from the last few hours—or was it days? He had lost all sense of time in this hellish place. Bruises and bite marks covered his chest, and the deep claw marks on his thighs burned with every shift of his weight. They hadn’t violated him... but they’d come close to everything else. Fun, his mind repeated, a bitter laugh rising in his chest. Aliens. God, they’re aliens. Leroy still couldn’t wrap his head around it. One minute, he was walking along the side of the road, minding his own business, just some kid trying to avoid getting caught out to
Xcott swore under his breath as he crossed the room to the prone bodies. He should have known better than to trust this mission to such an unreliable pair, but they had been available, fast, and cheap. Apparently, they were also incapable of following directions. He removed his drawknives from the dead Albanamas’ throats and wiped them clean before returning them to his belt. Turning his attention to the little man, he lifted him carefully with ease, angry all over again at seeing his small figure sprawled between the two large bodies. Leroy's body jerked as the alien lifted him but his eyes didn’t open. Gently, he pulled Leroy closer, tucking his tiny head into his own veiny, overwhelming eck. Leroy breathed deeply a couple of times, sighed, and then his small frame relaxed against the golden aliens’. Despite the obvious huge poverty and mistreatment little Leroy Jr had suffered, his delicious minty scent teased the golden Albanama as soon as he stepped away from the dead men.
Leroy stirred sluggishly, instinctively burrowing further into the comforting warmth enveloping him. A rich, spicy scent filled his senses, easing his tension and leaving him feeling unusually calm despite the lingering fragments of a terrible nightmare. Nightmare? His muscles stiffened as fragmented memories rushed back, and his eyes snapped open.Instead of the oppressive cold and darkness of the cell he remembered, he was met with the sight of a broad, sculpted chest covered in golden, textured skin. Relief mixed with confusion as he realized he was no longer chained, but lying on an undeniably soft mattress, enveloped by luxurious sheets. Yet, this newfound comfort came with a startling realization—he wasn’t alone. Pressed tightly against him, his body was practically molded to the heat radiating from a clearly male figure sharing the bed.Cautiously, Leroy attempted to wriggle free, but the powerful arms encircling his shoulders and hips tightened instantly, holding him firm
Leroy froze as Xcott’s lips claimed his own in a kiss that was nothing short of commanding. The alien's mouth was warm, firm, and insistent, and when Xcott’s tongue swept into his, it sent a bolt of heat racing down his spine. His mind spun, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. He wasn’t sure how or why, but his teenage body responded instinctively. His trembling hand curled behind Xcott’s neck as if grounding himself in the moment.By the time Xcott pulled back, Leroy’s chest heaved. His breath was uneven, and his pulse roared in his ears. His wide eyes locked onto the alien’s silver gaze, now smoldering with an intensity that made Leroy’s knees weak. “What…what just happened?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.Xcott smirked, his lips curling in a way that sent another involuntary shiver through Leroy. “You’re beginning to understand the proximity of our relationship,” he said, his tone low and laced with satisfaction.Before Leroy could gather his thoughts or respond, a
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