ALIEN STORY – 12
Written by Juxian Tang
I put the panel back to its place firmly and fastened it. More than two hours I spent inside the duct fixing the cables for the bottom storage. I believed I coped with it, at least for now.
I looked for the blood traces on the smooth floor – and there was none, of course – the renewing surface absorbed them completely – but I still felt dizzy when thinking about it. Even though everything was alright with Iver now, you know, no blood at all. I crawled over the cables to the cavern where I had found him yesterday. I looked at the place – it was clear, too – and I scrambled down there and sat, kneeling in the same position, and I took my time without work.
Everything I had done and said here was back again. His wax-colored desperate face when he tried to breathe because I thought it was nice and fine to press on him! I knew I hurt him, I yanked and pushed him and I didn’t care. But I thought he was going to die. That’s the thing. I believed it was going to stop hurting.
Well, it stopped, in any case. He was not in pain, right? Even when I fucked him in the morning. Aw, I managed well, didn’t I? Made it clear what was going to go on.
“I never did it with a man before you did it me,” I heard Iver saying it once again. I chuckled. It didn’t matter. My forehead was cold with sweat while I stood with the screwdriver in my limp hand.
It was Neaf who called me and I shook myself before going. Well, it couldn’t be helped. Iver had to disgust me twice; because I was a rapist – and because I was a man who liked to fuck men.
The dialogue with Lancie Hopper, the captain of the outsider’s ship, was lengthy and inefficient. His imperious three-eyed face on the screen was adamant, with these huge turned inside out lips that made him look like a crucian carp clasped together. He made it clear that he was not going to arrive on Staireth in the nearest week.
When the screen dimmed I looked backed at Neaf who strolled behind me tapping his tentacle thoughtfully against his forehead.
“Do you think they really apprehend UTI?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, stopping for a moment, and then regained his pace. “For all I hear Staireth is too much of a crib for UTI to put their noses there.”
“So…” the idea made me chuckle sourly. “Are they afraid of me? They think I could try to blow their freaky asses up for a couple of credits?”
“A couple of millions of credits,” Neaf corrected.
“My reputation,” I sighed. “It’s ruined! Oh, Baal Implacable… You know what?” I caught one of Neaf’s tentacles and detained him. “I am going to the Staireth Port and find another purchaser.”
It was not a reasonable idea and Neaf informed me about it. It was safer simply to wait. Wait! I hated it. And I hated having the thing – the autodoc – aboard. This was, probably, the most definite feeling I had. I let Neaf go and lolled back idly. So quiet it was in the room of my brother. I listened to the steady slap-slap of his soles on the floor and waited to leave.
“What’s that?” Neaf lingered again in front of me, now on his own accord, and his tender slimy limb touched carefully between my brows.
“Iver. My pet,” I shrugged. “Too much of nuisance. I try to figure out if it is worthy of what I can get from him.”
“Does he annoy you?”
“I don’t know…” I paused. “No. Simply I used to be alone, I guess.”
Well, it was like that. For the last nine years I didn’t sleep a night with somebody else in the room.
“Then you can put the little thing to the storage hold – if you don’t want to finish with it.”
“Yeah, I can.”
“Look, if he pisses around when you want to take a rest…”
I knew what Neaf meant under “taking a rest”. It was the code I introduced myself. I thought about it feeling that the moment when I would really need to take a dose was closing up. It could be weird. Nobody has ever seen me when I was spaced out – and I even didn’t know how I behaved then. I could made faces or jerk off or even rave, for all I knew.
“If having the pet you are going to spend more time in my room – I am going to like it,” Neaf said mildly. I laughed. “But, actually, I thought you could make it the playtime for us while you feel like relaxing.”
“Ugh… Yes, of course,” I nodded. “I was not sure if you are interested. You see,” I patted his tentacle fleetly, “it’s a sort of selfish about me to keep his bum only for myself.”
“Don’t worry, my Darren,” he shuddered in a short laughter. “We are not spoiled with entertainment here, I suppose the guys will be happy to use the human in whatever way.”
“Only his mouth could be too small to give you real pleasure.”
“It’s okay,” he discredited my doubt. “He already sucked me.”
I dropped my eyes to Neaf’s flaccid organ for a moment. That’s how? I didn’t know it. So, it was why he, Iver, took it so easy when I told him about it.
“You can take him,” I said. “Sure. In a couple of hours. When I will be ready for a joint.”
“By the way, what are you going to do with him afterwards?” Neaf asked. It was a good question – and whether my answer was true or not I could give it.
“Remember I told you I planned to use the hostage for distraction when collecting money from SSC?”
“Well,” Neaf smiled delicately. “There won’t be any money from them, so…”
“Ug-hu. Only I will get the money. They will pay.”
For a moment Neaf looked at me reluctantly. I guess he knew I was not an idiot to promise the things like this and then let them hang but he didn’t see any opportunity how I could do it. I didn’t reassure him – all I had was only a vague idea but it was rotating in my mind and I knew it would work out.
“Maybe, I’ll need him there and after that…”
I switched the light on entering the room. Iver's eyes were owl-like after this long stay in the darkness and blinked painfully. He worked his tender mouth – as if uncertain whether he had to smile at me or just to be appeased. I approached him slowly, wiping off any emotion from my face.
“Did you miss me, silly human?”
There was such an amusing expression on his face sometimes – as if he tried to puzzle me out.
“You were away for long, sir,” at last he said. I thought I could get used to his gentle voice calling me “sir”. I was already getting used.
“But you are glad to see me?”
“Yes, sir, Darren.”
I had a little inert thought that I could say to him he was supposed to entertain my friends soonest – and then decided against it. I looked at him – at the cruel and fascinating pose I made him take – so absolutely helpless he was and so open and vulnerable. I felt sick inside with myself – for what I had done to him already; but much more – for what I wanted to do – and I knew there was nothing that could stop me.
“Do you tell the truth?” I peered at him watching how his curved lashes flew up and down. It surprised me how this way his gaze became unobtrusive, almost pleasant to meet. “You are fuckin’ liar, as far as I know, Iver. Who taught you to lie so smartly? You daddy colonel?”
I stepped even closer to him. He was tilting his face up as much as his pose let him.
“No. Not my father, sir. I mean, I don’t lie… I don’t lie to you on purpose.”
“Then it is innate for you,” I shrugged. “I bet your daddy had to punish you a lot for your phony-speaking mouth.”
“Yes. No,” he stopped. I was not really interested in what he was going to say. I looked at his smooth back turning to this small ass, so sweetly white and spread open. I walked around him to be behind his back. Iver glanced across his shoulder at me – but it was too straining for him, his eyes seemed a little wild.
“My father disciplined us pretty diligently,” I giggled absent-mindedly. “When he was in the right mood to pay us a bit of attention. He was a priest. Diane hated him, she thought he left us. Diane, she’s my sister,” I reminded to him.
He looked back at me shortly again.
“When you piss me off for the first time,” I said, “if it is not going to be a serious delinquency, of course, I’ll punish you myself, without my Darloxians. I am going to like it, you know. To draw some pretty ornaments on this clean back.”
“Whatever you want, sir,” his voice was silenced into the upholstery of the chair. I flopped down on the floor – right between his legs; there was room for me to kneel there.
“Or I can hit you,” I said conversationally. “I can hit this,” I slid my palm under his bum and took his round neat balls. His skin was hot and minutely moist, the tiny hairs as soft as on his head. “Or this,” I put my other hand just above his disposed hole, groping the firmness of his tailbone. “It hurts,” I informed him.
“I guess it does,” he said softly.
“But, maybe, you won’t piss me off,” I regarded, “at least until I’ll be ready to get rid of you finally. You can be such a lovely little pro if you try hard.”
I let my fingers wander down to his rosy hole. The subtle scars where his previous tears had been seemed thread-like and I felt the damp rawness left after my today assault. I didn’t poke in. I just rubbed my fingers on it thoughtfully, with my other hand massaging his small testicles. I didn’t hurt him badly; he could hide it, however. He had tried to do it already in the morning.
“Shall I fuck you now, Iver?”
His voice was tight but it didn’t waver:
“It is at your disposal, Darren. You know it.”
“I’ll fuck you,” I said. I was ready. My cock was heavy with blood when I took it out of the pants. Against the paleness of Iver's skin it seemed purple-dark. It was almost pulsating.
I put it to the upper part of his ass, where his cleft began, and rubbed sharply. Now both my hands were on his ass-cheeks, the fingers digging ruthlessly into his flesh and the thumbs prying the hole. I pressed the tips of them and they went in – with difficulty though. Iver didn’t resist to me, not at all. I screwed my thumbs inside him, massaging his anus.
My cock above my hands slid against his back, almost touching the rope his wrists were tied together with. I was leaking thin pre-cum; it made him slick. It was so incredibly fine. The feeling was fine. And the sight was beautiful. But I knew what I would like even more.
“Now you’ll have to stand it, pretty Iver,” I breathed out. I took my thumbs out quickly and pushed my cock inside. Oh? I counted it would be more welcoming after my working with it. It clamped the tip of my member viciously. I sneered and quivered. I pushed again and then he stopped hurting me. Now I was hurting him really bad. I stretched him, his insides.
When I was in to the hilt I stopped for a moment. The sensation was worth reveling. Iver froze, silent and breathless; only his hole was alive, biting around my penis. The feeling grew in me, making the procrastination delicious.
“Now, Iver, now,” I whispered starting the ride.
He didn’t take it as good as several hours ago – and no wonder, I rubbed against the sore places. But I couldn’t say I minded – it had been so queer to contemplate his face then, a mask of torment. Now I didn’t see his expression; he didn’t lie on his cheek but pressing his mouth to the seat instead. Perhaps that was why his breath was so hoarse.
Iver stirred his hands. I could see it very clear – his tied wrists were the closest things for me to watch. They fleeted restlessly and after a while I understood – he wanted to touch himself. He would do it only the rope prevented him. He might have wanted to push me aside – but I didn’t think so; he just needed to soothe where it hurt.
His breathing became even louder when I accelerated. This was so good for me. I didn’t go mild on him, not at all, the sound made me hump him even more eagerly. I gasped for air when I came close – and I moaned cumming.
I lay limply covering him with my body. Even through my clothes I felt the wetness and warmth of Iver’s skin. He was not panting any more. His moist hair hung over his face. He was still at first and then, after I stayed like this for quite a while, he shifted. I thought I could be too heavy for him. I felt sorry.
“What, Iver dear?” my own voice sounded funny for me. “What do you wiggle?”
I settled back from him. He glanced behind unhappily.
“I need to use the toilet, sir,” he blushed. He still could blush. “Please…”
I started laughing and quitted.
“Brainless pet.”
I yanked the knots on his rope quickly and sloppily. Iver slid his knees together as soon as I let him do it; he didn’t stand up, waiting for my guidelines. I took him around his waist and rose with him. It was a right thing to do because he was shaky on his feet, well, naturally, he didn’t walk after his surgery at all – and my guess was I had left him tied for too long. I held him – I hugged him.
When he turned to me I saw pinky traces on his knees. The floor was too smooth for him to scrub them really. His pubic hair was crusty. My own morning cum dried on it, made a part of it look like a curl, darker than other. The sight was ridiculous.
“Ooh,” I drawled measuring him with my eyes. “What a foul pussy. You know, Iver, I don’t understand how I could stand fucking you. I’ve never seen such a sloven in my life!”
These translucent eyes sparkled at me.
“Just look at it,” I gripped his sticky pubic hair and plucked at it sharply. “And on your legs, too.”
It was my fresh load leaking out of him – blended rosy with a drop of his blood.
“Let’s go, I want the pussy washed clean,” I pulled his hair again very roughly, feeling some hairs torn out with the roots.
I watched him obscenely while he took care about himself, messing under the shower. I didn’t drive on him – as long as he seemed to enjoy it. He shampooed his head hair and his bush, too, obviously relieved to wash off the residuals of my sperm from his skin. He was very careful with his hole. I discarded my jacket and came up to Iver.
“I’ll help you, cunty.”
His soaked body felt curiously under my palms. I pushed my hand up to his ass and rubbed him there. This my touch Iver bore quite stoically. His endurance was amusing. In the morning, when he tried to make his pain invisible and his nostrils trembled, I thought he could do it out of contempt. But no, he was not like this. Or, maybe, it only seemed to me.
I tossed him a towel but took it away again while he cleaned his teeth and shaved. He looked laughable when unshaven – so neglected, I didn’t like it. In the mirror I saw his face perfectly – framed with this sleek fair hair divided in the middle, with the longest locks going as far as to his cheeks; straight nose, soft lips – and these carefully attentive bright eyes that from time to time met my gaze. I saw his chest, too, with these small soft nipples of a young boy, one of them flawed now forever. They fascinated me; I knew if I was going to concentrate on them I would feel hot in my pants again.
I reached my hands under his arms briskly and took these vulnerable circles in my fingers. The mirror was my accomplice – even if Iver managed to suppress flinching I saw exactly how his lips pressed together to whiteness.
“You don’t like when I touch you?”
“No, sir. I mean, I do not mind if it is what you like.”
“And if I hurt you?” I squeezed his nipples between my thumbs and fingers. “What about this?”
“I…” his voice became small; I was already hurting him pretty much. He took a deep breath and regained his composure. “I think I can stand it.”
“But not like that?” I continued to squeeze. Did I want to make him cry? To break him? I didn’t know. He started panting – while keeping his voice steady, however.
“It’s okay. Sir…”
I squeezed so tight that my fingers lost some sensitiveness and I thought that he could get numb, too. I pinched him sharply. He tossed his head back and as he did it I pressed my lips to his hair. It was already almost dry – so fluffy and fluent. There was a little sweat on his temples. I was tweaking right and left - until I felt my fingers become wet on his unspoiled nipple.
I let him go, pushing him from me and he grasped the edge of the sink to stay upright. It was not blood on my fingers, just hypodermic liquid. But I marked him, his nipples looked puffy and inflamed bright.
A huge sigh of relieve escaped Iver when I released him. He didn’t cover himself – though his hands flew up a bit and then he remembered he didn’t have any rights over his body now. But he looked down at his tortured chest. His hair hung on his face but I could see it was very pink now. He was in tears. And it made me contented.
“You are fuckin’ no actor, Iver,” I muttered, my voice dropping. “We will try again a bit later – maybe, you’ll show us some more mastery next time.”
His nipples were puffy, scarlet red, making the scar on one of them almost invisible. I found it with my thumb, pressing, feeling his tiny wince. He didn’t raise his face.
“I don’t know,” I said lazily. “If we pierce it – will it make this ugly scar less glaring? People will see the ring and not the scar.”
It made him look up – a frightened glance reflected in the mirror. I yanked the little swollen nub again.
“A ring to leash you. In the Staireth Space Port I will be able to walk you along the Promenade.”
“Oh…” what I couldn’t make him with pain I made him now – he vocalized. His tender lips became round. His chest was heaving.
“I’ll put the chain trough the ring and this will be an easy way for me to keep you close. You won’t tear your own body to get away from me, right?” I smiled at him. “Oh, I can imagine how they will admire you. On Staireth, they really have kink on homely boys. The brothels there are the best ones. I don’t know,” I bit the corner of my mouth wryly. “I can leave you here while I’ll do my business. You’ll earn me some credits – maybe, enough to reimburse the food you are going to eat. Have you been in the Staireth brothel, huh?” I plucked at his poor nipple again. The mystified look of his face gave me the answer. “They don’t differentiate between humans and other races. But – Iver, with your experience in pleasing my aliens – you are going to be the hit. The bad thing is,” I paused for a spell, searching his face, “that nobody cares about the diseases. I bet your precious mouth will be in smelly sores in no time at all.”
Tentatively his eyes found mine.
“But, sir,” what a tiny voice he had! And in such dissonance with these brave words he was saying. “I thought you were going to give me to your Darloxian companions to play.”
I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. Iver put a little miserable smile on his lips – more a shadow of my own than his real feeling. I stopped and slapped his cheek from behind, not painfully at all.
“Clever pussy? Perhaps you think papa Darren has no brains, huh? But I’ll explain you, listen here. Of course, I won’t touch you after that – after all these cocks and dicks that are going to visit your ass. But for my Darloxians it will be absolutely alright. And they don’t catch human infections, for you to know.”
I could see I distressed him. Even though his face looked more thoughtful than upset. And he raised his hand absent-mindedly to take a long lock of his hair and to wind it round his index finger. So concentrated. As if he was not in front of me naked and well-used but in some fuckin’ library regarding the research work!
At this moment I knew pretty clear that I was able to hurt Iver terribly. It was not that I was angry with him – not at all, a part of my mind knew exactly how innocent he was. But there was the dark wave rising in me. I grabbed his upper arm and dragged him out of the bathroom.
“You took care of yourself, stinky cunt,” I muttered tugging him and in the room I pushed him on his knees on the floor. “And who will take care of me? You think you don’t have to clean your mess?” as soon as I dropped him I started getting my cock out. “It is your muck, not mine. Almost entirely not mine.”
I was not erect. I just pushed my listless penis to his lips that were crooked apologetically, as if he was not sure what I wanted.
“Clean it!” I said. “Lick it clean!”
I was going to punch him if he delayed a blink more. But he didn’t. His delicate lips wrapped the head of my prick. I felt his wet slippery tongue circling around the foreskin. He touched my piss slit. I sucked the air. I knew I was going to get hard-on if I left him doing it. I pushed him back from me, to his heels.
“Iver… Iver, you are unthinkable.”
His eyes glimmered at me through the fringe of his flaxen hair – checking whether I was angry. I felt wrecked suddenly. I tucked my dick back and took Iver by his shoulders. He stood up placidly, obeying my gesture. I guided him to the bed and laid him down. He was mute and flexible. I lay over him, not really with my weight on him because I didn’t want to prevent him from breathing. His eyes had a strange expression, sad or, maybe, tired.
I ran my fingers over his lips and he half-opened them for me pliable.
“Your ass is so sweet, Iver,” I whispered; I didn’t care if he could catch the words. “But your mouth is sweet, too. I think, my Darloxians won’t be robbed if you serve them with this mouth only.”
Iver didn’t answer. The thing was he – well, he didn’t cringe, he probably didn’t dare to do anything so showy – but his stare withered.
“Do you promise you will make them feel good?” I asked him pawing his head.
“Yes, sir. I’ll do.”
“You are a good pet.”
I closed my face to his chest, seeing his poor swollen nipples only in a couple of inches from me. I licked the one I abused.
“I am sorry,” I uttered inaudibly.
It was so nice to lie like this with him, tasting and smelling his clean skin. But – well, I knew I promised to my friends. I thought they were already waiting.
The End of Part 12
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