Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (2 page)

Refann laughed and cast his gaze to the next offering. “Ooh. Look at this one.” He tapped his finger against the tip of his
strosan
, making it pulse against the front of his robe.

Blessed looked but made a face. “Why do you like them like that?” To his eye, the little thing looked hardly strong enough to handle one stout slap to his buttock, let alone a powerful thrust of cock braced by a
strosan
. “One growl would make him wet himself.”

Refann shrugged, his gaze never leaving the stage. “You like them your way and I like them mine.” He flicked his fingertip over the bid button. A snarl darted across his face when someone immediately outbid him. “Oh, that Dartalli! I know it is him. Ever since I outbid him on that winsome little slave from the Vens galaxy, he has been determined to take any creature that even remotely resembles my taste.” Forcefully, Refann pressed the button until his bid was so high it was unlikely anyone would match him. “Ha! Let us see him top that!”

Blessed was tempted to bid on the man just to annoy Refann, but he thought he should probably save up his energy for his new playmate.

Any man who loved to be on stage as much as Tyler clearly did was obviously an exhibitionist. That worked well for what Blessed wanted him for. He was bored with all the playthings he’d bought since his retirement. In a fit of pique, he’d gotten rid of them so he could start fresh. Even though his home seemed empty without any sexual partners, Blessed found the quiet gave him time to ponder his life. Too much time, in fact. The novelty of something new would ease his worried mind. Moreover, Tyler had an arrogant cast to his features. Blessed liked that very much. There was nothing he enjoyed more than breaking a strong man. He looked again at the little waif Refann was bidding on and rolled his eyes. All he would have to do is expose himself and that boy would fall to his knees blubbering. He’d wail for his mother until Blessed grew weary of his tears and gave him over to the housemaster to turn him into a cleaning slave. Not Tyler. Oh, no. He would resist. He would fight. He would give Blessed the challenge he so desperately needed.

“You won’t bid on any more?” Refann asked, refusing to take his attention away from his bid screen. He wasn’t going to let that little thing escape him, which made Blessed wonder what he did with them, exactly.

“One is plenty for me.” Especially one who would struggle not to enjoy the toys Blessed had in store for him. “Enjoy your new slave.”

“Ah! That will teach Dartalli!”

As Blessed left the bidding room with his devotee three paces behind him, he adjusted his clothing and made his way down to where he would retrieve his latest slave. He wondered if Tyler had ever seen a creature built like him. Realizing he should have checked before buying him, Blessed pulled up the details on his newest purchase.

“Earth? Where in the universe is that?”

He knew from the looks of the man he was from one of the inner galaxies, but he’d thought it would be one he at least recognized. Earth was unfamiliar to him. A quick check gave him a tremendous amount of data, most of it meaningless, but then he decided it didn’t really matter. Soon enough his little Earthling would see what it was like to be the slave of a Krase warrior.

Below his leather trousers, his
strosan
wrapped around his cock, each organ stiffening the other. Blessed didn’t even attempt to ease himself back. He wanted his new little playmate to see him in his full glory. To enhance the initial impression he would make, Blessed removed his heavy overcoat and handed it to his devotee. He also stripped off his shirt so that all he wore was his bulging trousers, his wrist gauntlets, and a bundle of throwing straps. He rubbed his hands together, hoping Tyler tried to run. Blessed liked nothing better than to demonstrate his skill with the devices. The ones he wore now were decorative, but they still worked just fine when tossed at the feet of a running biped.

“What do you think, devotee. Am I fearsome looking?” Blessed turned so that his faithful follower could get a good look at him.

“Most fearsome.”

“Hair bound or undone?”

“Undone.”

Blessed reached up and removed the tie that tamed his wild black hair. Feeling the heavy strands flow over his shoulders made him hunger for release. The only time he wore it free was when he was anticipating sex or preparing for sleep. Tonight, he would have both. He hoped this new slave would give him enough satisfaction so that he wouldn’t have to battle the gods who stood between him and slumber. It grew wearisome that he slept less and less with each passing day.

“Call ahead to have food ready for this Earthling of mine. I want him to know that I will not torture him too much.” Blessed was a fair and relatively benevolent master. Once his slaves knew what he was capable of, they rarely defied him. But he had a feeling he would have to work a little harder to gain the respect of Tyler. He wasn’t sure why he felt that way, but he did. Something about his arrogant cast of features. Or, he could be entirely wrong and simply sniffing vapors from his lack of adequate rest. For all he knew, Tyler would take one look at him and crumple into a whimpering heap. Ah well, he would find out soon enough.

At the finishing counter, Blessed waited his turn to finalize his purchase. Once he had the slave auctioneer’s attention, Blessed completed the transaction by pressing his finger to confirm the transfer of funds. To those around him, the amount seemed exorbitant, but to Blessed, it was a pittance. He had more money than he could ever spend in a several lifetimes.

“Has he been fitted with the language implant?”

“Yes, your graciousness.” The man bowed twice. “As you saw on stage, he is well accustomed to anal play.”

“He did seem fond of it.” Blessed considered the man for a moment. “What do you know of him?”

“Your graciousness?”

Dozens of questions danced around in Blessed’s brain, but he asked the most pressing one. “On this Earth, are they familiar with different races or is there only one species on their planet?”

“Well, your graciousness.” The auctioneer frowned, obviously worried that his news would displease Blessed and he would therefore lose future sales. “They are new and completely unaware of any kind other than their own.”

Rather than anger him, the information made Blessed smile.

“Hey, this isn’t funny anymore. I want to wake the hell up!” Tyler was taken from the stage and washed by unseen hands. They got
everywhere
. The probing fingers even got deep inside his ass, which felt kind of good, but then seemed terribly inappropriate. What was so weird was that they weren’t penetrating him with any intention. It wasn’t like they were trying to turn him on, off, or anything. They were just disembodied hands bent on doing their duty, which apparently was to make him sparkling clean for whoever had bought him.

Tyler wasn’t the fastest guy on the block, but there was only one thing
sold
could mean after that display. Someone had bought him. And after what had been done to him as he’d been bathed in those lights, it was pretty damn obvious they weren’t buying him to get his mother’s famous red velvet cake recipe. That left him with the disturbing question of exactly what he’d been bought for.

After repeated attempts to wake himself up, he finally realized he wasn’t asleep and this wasn’t a dream. What drove him positively mad was the timeline. He had literally been in his car speeding down the 405 in sunny southern California and then
blamo!
he was on a stage getting twisted and turned for someone and then probed.

“Oh, fuck.”

Aliens. Didn’t aliens have a thing for probing the bottoms of unsuspecting humans? Tyler had never believed in any of that garbage, but that was the only thing that made any kind of sense. Some freaky alien culture yanked him out of his car and then sold him off to…who the hell knew? A montage of strange faces and bizarre bodies—all the pictures of aliens he’d ever seen—went flashing through his mind. Thanks to television shows like
Star Trek
,
Dr. Who
, and
V
, he had all kinds of warped alien fodder to contemplate, most of it unpleasant or downright scary.

Once the hands were done cleaning him, they then affixed a leash to his collar and pulled him toward what looked like an endless hall. What struck Tyler mute was the fact that the hall was gigantic. He was six three and the ceiling above him and the walls beside him had to be a good thirty by thirty. Swallowing hard, he hoped to God these creatures just liked to build on a grandiose scale. About a million years ago when he was a little kid, he’d gone on a field trip to the state capital. Everything there was built on the scale of giants, so he thought the same thing might be going on here. Although, a slave sale didn’t seem the type of thing to warrant an imposing structure. But then again, he didn’t know how alien minds worked. For all he knew, they could defecate in public and eat in private. They were aliens for Christ’s sake, so they probably did really strange alien stuff.

And then he realized that just because he’d been stripped, bent, and fondled to ejaculation in front of an audience didn’t mean they weren’t buying him to eat him.

“Oh, shit.” Every muscle in his body tensed as he kept on following the hand or whatever it was that held the other end of his leash. Tyler tried squinting, blinking, and even looking out the corner of his eye, but he still didn’t see anything but the leash. It was obvious something was holding it because the far end stayed in relatively the same position. Using his keen powers of observation, he noticed the hand of the thing seemed to be rather high. If it was built roughly like Tyler, he was being led by something about ten feet tall. But then again, maybe not. Maybe the invisible thing had hands on the top of its head. Or it didn’t have hands at all. Again, trying to understand the motives or even bodily shapes of aliens was a total waste of his time. Which made him wonder, what
was
a good use of his time?

Finding a way to escape. That was what he should be doing. Tyler considered the hallway. If there were doors they were as invisible as the thing that led him. Spending his energy fighting at the moment served no purpose because if he got away, he only had one place to run, and that was straight ahead, which was the direction they wanted him to go. And then he remembered that he was wearing a collar with a lot of blinking lights. What was that show he’d seen with the collars that blew the guy’s head off when he went out of bounds? Dang. Tyler couldn’t remember, but the special effects had been kind of crappy so it was probably an old movie. Still, he would be wise to be cautious. If his collar blew, he wouldn’t be able to appreciate the visual of his head popping off his body. All things considered, Tyler wanted to keep his head right where it was. If he was going to be eaten by some kind of horrible beast, he’d wait until he was in the creature’s kitchen to fight his way to freedom.

For some reason he thought of all the lobsters he’d eaten over the years. He’d tossed them into pots of boiling water without a second thought. Perhaps this was karmic payback for that. Some ferocious beast would toss him in a pot and then eat him covered in butter, or whatever the alien’s equivalent of dipping sauce was. Although at that point it wouldn’t really matter because he’d be dead. It would be worse to be eaten alive. The thought of traveling down the gullet of some massive beast made his heart beat so fast he was afraid he would have a heart attack and die right here.

“Where are you taking me?” It was probably a waste of time to talk to the invisible thing, but Tyler thought it was worth a shot.

“To your new master.”

“Master?”

“Owner.” The voice was as disembodied as the hands. It seemed to kind of come from in front of him, but then again, Tyler was so amped up the voice could be coming from inside his head and he wouldn’t realize it.

“What does this owner want me for?”

“Who can say?”

“You?”

“Not I.”

Tyler struggled to find more probing questions. “What do they usually do with my kind?”

“You are one of the first.”

“First as in what?” It could be height, color of his skin, his hair, his eyes—who the hell knew?

“First from the planet Earth.”

“What about from the other places? What happens to those…guys?” He wasn’t sure what to call people from other planets.

“The six-armed Xearzans make good cleaning slaves. The tall, thin Delutians are the best tailors. The four-mouthed Yartz are very well suited to providing multiple creatures with pleasure.”

“So they don’t eat any of them?”

“Eat? As in consume for sustenance?” The voice laughed and his mirth sounded like the tinkling of a little bell. “No. There is another auction block for food items.”

Relief eased tension out of Tyler’s shoulders. “Wait. How can I understand you and you me?” It was unlikely aliens would speak English.

“You have been implanted with a device that translates what you hear and what you say. It is quite common in the universe.”

“Not on Earth.”

“I am aware of that. Fitting it to your small brain was a challenge.”

It took a moment for the insult to sink in. “Are you calling me stupid?”