STORY EXCERPT

“You will tell me your name.”

“I am Jodi Weiss.”

“You were stolen from Girakor.”

“No, I—right.”

Sevaleth was a little disappointed the man didn’t argue with him. Now that he was closer, Sevaleth realized he wasn’t a boy but he wasn’t fully a man. Not yet.

“You have not killed anyone.”

“No!” Jodi seemed horrified by the idea.

“There is great honor in dispensing death.”

Rather than agree or disagree, Jodi looked down at the floor.

“You will follow me and be grateful.”

This time, when Sevaleth marched off, Jodi trailed behind him.

“You will walk beside me like a man.”

Jodi hurried to catch up and then walked as forcefully as he could, but he simply wasn’t as big as Sevaleth. And it didn’t seem he would grow much more, given his age. This, Sevaleth liked. He didn’t want someone who was bigger or even as big as him. He liked the notion of a smaller bed warmer.

“Now you will tell me where you were kept.”

“On Earth. My parents live there. I was going to college. I don’t want to lie to you just to get favors, but I’m not one of you.”

“I say you are.” Sevaleth had a feeling he was wrong, but he would never admit it. He wanted this one to be with him, and the only way to do that was to claim he’d been wrongly enslaved. “You belong with me.”

“And I don’t get any say in that?”

“No.”

* * * *

Jodi was telling himself to look on the bright side, but he couldn’t quite do that. Having his great master swoop in and claim him as a citizen of Girakor seemed like a stroke of luck, but he doubted that his elevated status was going to play out that way. Something about the way this guy told him he was going to be grateful was just a little too bossy for his tastes. No good could come of getting into this any deeper than he already had, but it seemed once the great master had made up his mind there was no going back. But at least he’d gotten his pals a better deal. That was something. Jodi hadn’t known Quiddle and De’tambo long, but both of them had been willing to share what information they had. Jodi felt glad to be able to give something back, as minor as it was. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what his master being so magnanimous was going to cost him. He figured being a sex slave—damn that Quiddle had been right about that—might not be as horrible as he thought.

His master was scarred quite fully, and he appeared very gruff, but there was something about him that Jodi liked. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but at least there was something about him he enjoyed. That was a good start. Or so he hoped. After their long trip here and so little to eat, he was famished and exhausted.

Dutifully, Jodi walked beside his master, trying not to stare. But he couldn’t help himself because he was curious. The Girakors were exceedingly humanlike. It was uncanny. So far, Jodi hadn’t spotted one difference between him and them. No wonder this guy thought Jodi was a long-lost child of the planet. But what he was really trying to get a look at was how big the guy was in his loincloth. Jodi wasn’t certain, but he figured being a sex slave meant that he’d probably have to do things to the guy’s dick. He’d like to have a clue what he was dealing with. However, it was almost impossible to tell when the fabric of the loincloth seemed rather stiff. If it had been more clingy, he could see what was going on under there, but since it wasn’t, he had no idea.

A million questions danced on the tip of his tongue, but Jodi remembered what his friends had told him. The Girakor warriors were very quiet. They didn’t ask questions. They made demands. They didn’t declare war. They simply waged it. Jodi wasn’t certain, but he had a feeling that this guy probably wouldn’t like a chatty little human chirping in his ear like a lost bird. To that end, Jodi tangled up his questions and shoved them down into a box at the back of his brain. Just like on the stage, he’d figure out which way the wind was blowing by careful observation.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Do you have anything slippery?”

“Like oil?”

“That would work.”

Sevaleth literally bounded out of bed. Jodi had to cup his hand to his mouth not to laugh at his master’s obvious excitement. More and more Jodi suspected that though he was a war-hardened hero, Sevaleth hadn’t really done much of anything sexually. For some reason, Jodi was touched that Sevaleth was allowing his servant to teach him. While he waited, Jodi had a terrible attack of guilt. He should be honest with Sevaleth that he didn’t know anything, either. It seemed unfair for him to be in charge of what they were doing. He changed his mind right back when he got a good look at Sevaleth’s erect cock swinging side to side as he approached the bed. To Jodi’s inexperienced eyes, Sevaleth seemed too big to fit anywhere. What was so curious to him was that, perversely, he wanted to find out.

Swallowing hard, Jodi decided he would continue with the charade, but he would make sure he didn’t harm Sevaleth in any way. He was actually nice once he stopped with the bossy attitude. Still, knowing it was a cultural thing helped. How strange that they refused to ask questions. No wonder they ended up waging war rather than engaging in trade.

“Will this work?” Sevaleth held out the bottle. His hand was shaking just a little.

Jodi took the bottle, opened it, smelled the contents, dribbled some onto his fingers, then rubbed them together. Whatever it was, it glided skin against skin so easily there was almost no friction. “Yeah. This is perfect.”

Sevaleth practically shot the bed across the floor when he jumped on and bounced down next to Jodi. “Show me.”

“Okay, relax. Lie on your back.”

Sevaleth got into position and then watched Jodi with wide, curious eyes.

Jodi straddled his hips, feeling oddly empowered. Sevaleth was huge. Being in charge of him was exciting. And a little scary.

“I will not move unless you tell me to.”

Reassured, Jodi poured a good amount of the oil into his hand and then grasped Sevaleth’s cock. Sevaleth growled and thrust so hard he tumbled Jodi off.

“Damn my foolish hips!” Sevaleth grabbed Jodi and forcefully dragged him back on top of him. “I will hold still. I swear it.”

“It’s okay. It’s your first time.” Before Sevaleth could react to that, Jodi hastily added, “Your first time being shown this technique.”

Sevaleth nodded and then tensed his entire body.

“Relax.” Rather than grasp a hold of his cock again, Jodi spent a little time just touching Sevaleth. “This is to make you feel good so you can sleep.”

“I am too excited to sleep now.”

“I know, but this will help.”

As soon as he’d gotten him calmed down, Jodi edged his strokes closer to his prick. Each caress garnered him a low, lusty growl.

“Touch me. Please touch me.”

Jodi wasn’t certain, but he was pretty sure if heroes weren’t supposed to ask questions, they probably weren’t supposed to beg. That he’d reduced Sevaleth to such a state was utterly ego boosting. Wrapping his hand around his cock shocked Jodi because he was very thick and very hot. Sevaleth uttered a keening kind of groan that was almost a cry of agony. Somewhere off in the darkness of the room, Raptor made a feral growl to match that of his master. Jodi struggled not to giggle and managed only because he was sitting on top of three hundred pounds of muscular warrior. Laughing at such a time would undoubtedly not end well for him. Besides, his urge to chuckle completely disappeared when he got into stroking Sevaleth’s cock.

This time, Sevaleth was ready for the intensity of having Jodi’s hands on him. Stacking his fists, Jodi proceeded to stroke lightly, watching his master’s breathing and trying to keep him aroused but not overwhelmed. Jodi’s cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Just holding Sevaleth was probably going to result in his own epic release. But that wasn’t his concern right now. He honestly wanted to make Sevaleth happy. For all his gruffness, there was a tender man within him. And that was the part that Jodi wanted to reach.

“Breathe with me.”

“I am breathing.”

“Yes, but match my rate. Watch my chest.”

Sevaleth did as Jodi suggested. As he increased his strokes, he breathed deeper, pushing the rhythm of the two events apart. He didn’t want Sevaleth to go off all at once but to have a long, drawn-out orgasm. If there was one thing Jodi did know, it was how to masturbate to best release. He had read just about everything he could on the subject and then experimented on himself. Now he could actually say it had been a valuable thing to study. Hell, it might just save his life. Pleasing Sevaleth was just the first step toward getting home.