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He was too masculine to be a girl and too pretty to be a boy. I call him “he” because it’s my default designation; sexist of me, I know, but I’ve never been accused of sensitivity. Just ask the doctor on my ship. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a pig.
Boy or girl, he was undoubtedly a pet. Pink hair framed a pale face and green eyes too emerald to be anything other than genetic modification. Full pouty lips painted in cherries. His eyes were ringed in black with smoky grey lids. Young. Nineteen, maybe twenty cycles.
Actually, he could make for a passable girl, I revised, when he slid into the barstool next to me and eyed me through thick black eyelashes. His chest beneath the skimpy tank clinging to pale skin was fuller than a male’s, though not quite breasts.
“Want to buy me a drink?” he asked, with just the right amount of husk in his voice.
Did I? My cock said sure, but then, it wasn’t picky. I wasn’t ugly, if I did say so myself—damn good looking according to my bed partners, and they couldn’t all be lying. But a pretty thing like this, coming on to me within ten minutes of me sitting my ass down? Something else was afoot.
The collar at his throat said he belonged to someone. I glanced past him to the group of merchants drinking in a booth in the far corner of the bar; I was doing business with them tomorrow. One of them, a Korl, toasted me and gestured: go on, help yourself. So the pet was a friendly gesture to butter me up before negotiations began. Classy.
I knew better than to let my dick do the thinking, but it had been a while since I’d been laid. And the vibes he was giving off, that mix of male and female, set off a weird chemical reaction in my brain. I preferred men but I’d had my share of fun with women, and here was the best of both worlds.
“Your master lets you drink?”
He peered up at me through thick lashes. “My master lets me do a lot of things.”
“That so?” I looked him up and down. Mostly down. The tank top ended in tight pants encased in elegant boots the same shade and leather-like texture as the collar. There was a noticeable bulge. “What are you drinking?”
He gave the name of some fruity complicated drink, the kind that gave bartenders heartburn though this one seemed used to the order when I called it out to him. The merchants had been there a few days, then. Not particularly suspicious; this station was a popular place in which to trade. But I liked to take note of such things.
The pet leaned forward far enough I could smell his perfume. “My master thought you’d like me.”
“You don’t mind getting shared out to your master’s business partners?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes.” He looked me up and down, the same as I’d done him. “Tonight? Maybe, maybe not.”
I laughed. Little fucker. The bartender dropped off the drink and the kid played with the end of the umbrella sticking out of it.
“What’s your name?”
“Ash.”
“Ryder,” I offered. The kid shrugged as if to say, who cares? I wasn’t sure yet how much of the brattiness was an act.
“So you’re, uh.” I had a rare case of the tongue-tied. “A Faenon.”
He stiffened. “Yes.”
That explained the male/female vibe. Faenon were born fully equipped for all contingencies. Just another demonstration that the universe was a vast and diverse place.
A heavy hand came down on my shoulder. I turned to face the merchant who had toasted me earlier. He had a Korl’s thick body and blue-tinged skin.
“You like my pet?” He spoke Standard with a heavy accent. He was also drunk.
I shrugged. The Korl had placed his other hand proprietarily on the kid’s collar, which was too tight as it was. Ash’s face went noticeably blank. Or at least I noticed.
“Korl hospitality is legendary. I wanted to give you a taste. What do you think, Ash? You want to show my friend here some hospitality?”
Ash threw his head back in a provocative pose—which also conveniently separated him from the Korl’s grip, I saw—and looked me over through half-lidded eyes. “I’d let him fuck me.”
My cock didn’t seem to care that the words were too practiced to be anything other than an act. It was ready to go. The Korl guffawed. “See, he likes you. And he doesn’t like anyone. Go on, then, have him for a night. My treat.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
“I told you, Korl hospitality.” He raised his glass, liquid sloshing over his cup, and wandered back to the rest of his drunk fool friends.
Asshole.
“Looks like you got a winner there,” I said.
“Yeah, won the fucking lottery.” The kid took a sip of his drink. I didn’t think pets were usually this mouthy, but I didn’t know shit about Faenon, other than the rumors.
“How long have you been with him?”
“Look, do you want to fuck or not?”
My cock was interested enough that I was willing to go against my better judgment. “Do you?”
He was good, but not good enough to hide the slight widening of his pupils. He was being doled out like the pet he was, but I knew when someone wanted to fuck and when they didn’t.
“Yeah,” he said, wetting his lips.
“Then let’s go.”
***
The quarters in these stations were nothing short of dismal, but the bed was wide enough for two and I didn’t plan on spending more than a few days here until I could sell the rest of the cargo from my last job. Ash didn’t seem to mind. I shut the door and he pulled off his tank top, already starting to work on the fastening of his pants.
“Whoa, wait,” I said. “It isn’t a race.”
He gave me a look that probably had more to do with his youth than status. Everything was a race to the young, until they woke up one day to find twenty years had gone by in the blink of an eye.
I put a hand over his, and after a swift tug of war, he let me take over the undressing part with a long-suffering sigh. I kind of wanted to kiss him, but didn’t want to assume. I didn’t have much experience with pets but I had a lot of experience with prostitutes, and everyone had different levels of acceptable intimacy.
“If you don’t want to do this, you can stay here a few hours and go back.”
He snorted incredulously. “You want to fuck, I want to fuck. It’s not complicated.”
“All right.” I finished undoing his pants, and started to pull them down. Despite having a pretty good idea of what I’d find, I was still unsure. So far my cock was onboard two hundred percent, but would the reality of what I’d find kill the horny buzz I had going? Only one way to find out.
I knelt to pull his boots off, first, which threw him a little. I saw him bite his lip, give me an uncertain look at odds with the attitude he’d given so far. Boots off, I tugged those tight pants down smooth, leanly muscled thighs, and helped him step out of them.
Then I glanced up. Felt a wave of relief at seeing his cock. My own cock was still going strong in my increasingly tight pants. He was hairless, but whether by nature or owner preference, I didn’t know. His cock was encased in a metal cage.
“My master doesn’t have much use for it,” he said, gesturing to his locked-up dick. He was trying for diffidence, but not even the practiced nonchalance of a pet could hide that it bothered him.
“You have a key?”
He laughed shortly. “No.”
That was disappointing. I didn’t go for forced chastity in my bedmates; the more bodily fluids the better, in my book. But not much to be done about it. A metal ring circled his balls, which were small but still present.
It was what was behind those balls that I was less sure about.
“You’re freaking out,” he said flatly.
“I’m not freaking out,” I said, though I was, kind of. I wanted to see and I didn’t want to see. “Can I….” I gestured.
He seemed to get what I was after, and gave a tight nod and shifted his legs apart another inch. I touched his caged cock and saw his balls twitch. I reached behind his balls and felt the warm, wet folds of his pussy.
“Fuck,” I said.
My brain was shorting out, though my cock still seemed to like this just fine. He was so fucking wet. My fingers slid around, and dipped an inch or two inside. I felt his pussy walls clench around them. Sweet musk mixed with the sharper tang of his precome.
I withdrew my fingers, bumping up against the hard node of his clit—I couldn’t even imagine what his orgasms were like—and wiped them off on my pants. I wanted to fuck him, badly. “How do you like it?”
“What?”
“What do you like in bed? Without a key for that, you fucking me is out, but I’m game for anything else you want to try.”
“I….” His eyes narrowed. He said tightly, “I just want you to fuck me.”
There was fucking and there was fucking. I liked a little dominance play in mine, and while I couldn’t be sure, I didn’t think he’d be averse to it. The pet thing added a layer of complexity, however. I watched him carefully. “You going to be good for me?”
Startled, he sucked in a breath and looked up at me. I took a handful of his god-awful pink hair and tugged, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make him feel it. “I said, are you going to behave?”
He wet his lips. He was going to ruin the paint job, but I was already looking forward to seeing that red lipstick smeared all over his face. His eyes searched mine out, trying to read my level of seriousness. Oh, I was serious, but not in the way he might be thinking. Whatever was in my face must have reassured him, and he relaxed a margin. “I don’t know. Are you going to make me?”
I smiled. This was going to be fun.
I wanted to force him to his knees by his hair and order him to suck me off, but I’d last maybe a minute the state I was in. “On the bed. Get on your back, feet flat, knees up and spread.”
I released his hair, but he still didn’t move, just kept looking at me with deliberate attitude. So I smacked his ass, hard, startling a grunt from him. “Did you not hear me?”
He shrugged and sauntered over, lying back on the bed indolently. He followed directions, at least: his feet flat on the bed a few inches from his ass, spread wide enough that I could see the glisten of his folds and the sweet puckered entrance to his ass. I wished the cock cage didn’t obscure whether he was hard or not, but by the wetness of his pussy, he was into this.
I pulled my shirt off then worked on my pants. When my cock popped out he licked his lips. I smiled. I wasn’t a horse but I was respectably endowed, and I rarely got complaints.
I knelt between his legs and forced his knees wider. He arched up off the bed. “Put your hands above your head and cross your wrists.”
His eyelids lowered. “Make me.”
I turned him over and smacked his ass again. He had a beautiful ass, two perfect fleshy globes, and my hand on them made a satisfying thwack that filled the room. He struggled at first but I was half again his weight and held him down easily. His ass was red in no time, and he was mewling little sounds and grunts. After a dozen smacks his muscles spasmed and he let out a little cry. I pushed his thighs apart and saw his pussy clench; the fucker had orgasmed.
When I turned him back over his lips were parted and his eyes were all pupil in post-orgasmic daze. Jesus. He was the gift I never knew existed.
“Put your hands above your head.”
He eyed me some more—how I’d love to fuck the attitude out of him—then slowly raised his arms above his head and crossed his wrists.
“Good.”
Another caught breath and widened eyes. He liked that, and didn’t like that he did. I wondered why he’d become a pet, if he had difficulty with submission.
I pushed his knees apart and knelt between them again. He moaned when I thumbed his clit. “I don’t recall giving you permission to come.”
“I don’t recall you saying I couldn’t.”
I gave his clit a pinch, startling a gasp from him. “Take it as implied, then, that you come when I tell you to and not before.”
He shrugged.
“Brat.” I dipped my fingers in his pussy and crooked them. Ah, there it was, his sweet spot. I pressed gently, and his hips twitched. His caged cock let out a little fluid.
“I can make you come just like this. You won’t enjoy it much.” I nodded to his trapped cock. “Your dick will enjoy it even less. But I can drain you dry without you feeling much of a thing.”
“That really what you want?”
I laughed. Cheeky fucker. “No.” I nodded to his wrists. “Think you can keep those there?”
“Maybe.”
I wasn’t convinced either. I got up and looked for something suitable. Too bad they didn’t stock these rooms with bondage equipment. I gave up and grabbed my belt. I could fashion something from it.
When he saw the belt in my hands his eyes reflected a mix of panic and want. “I can keep them still.” His breath turned rapid and shallow. “You don’t need that.”
He was terrified, and at the same time, I could see how much he wanted that belt around his wrists. Now wasn’t the time to force it, however. I dropped the belt. “All right. I’ll hold you to that.”
His breathing slowed again when I knelt between his legs once more, but he was still in fight or flight mode by the panicked look in his eye and too-fast pulse at his neck. “Shh,” I said, stroking the inside of his thigh. “Take a deep breath. Wet the fingers of your right hand.” He looked at me uncertainly. “It’s okay to release your right hand, but keep your other one above your head.”
His hand shook a little when he brought his fingers to his mouth and wet two of them. “Good. Now circle your nipple. Don’t touch it yet, just circle it.”
He obeyed, though I could see that he thought it was a little weird. His nipples were larger than a human male’s. I wondered if his chest filled out more during gestation.
He was still circling his nipple in sync with my gentle stroking of his thigh. “Now touch the tip.” It had peaked up, and he drew in breath when he touched it.
At the same time I moved from his inner thigh to his pussy, pushing two fingers deep into his folds. He moaned and twitched. “Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it. Slut like you, you just live to be filled up. Suck your fingers.”
He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked, his green eyes locked on mine.
I moved my fingers in and out of his pussy, and slid a third one up his ass. He moaned and canted up. I would love to draw this out for hours, but I was so ready to fuck him it hurt. I withdrew my fingers and lined my cock up, then pushed in slowly.
He was tight and so fucking wet. My cock slid in with just the right amount of resistance. I lifted his knees up and braced my arms under him, so his legs rested on my shoulder. He was still sucking his fingers. Just the sight of that nearly made me come.
“Put your hand above your head again.” He withdrew his fingers and obeyed. “What do you want?”
“What?”
“Tell me what you want,” I said patiently.
He looked confused. “I want to come.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I bet you do.” I reached between us and rubbed his clit in a slow circular motion. He choked off a cry. His pussy walls convulsed. I changed the angle so I was hitting the nub of his prostate, and he cried out again. “Yeah, like that. Come for me.”
He did, so suddenly that I just barely held off my own release. I had to breathe for several seconds to control it, as he clenched and moaned and writhed under me. I wished I could see him spurt, too, but his caged cock just let out a stream of milky fluid, adding to the juices already sliding between us.
After a moment his breathing steadied and I started moving in him again.
He was sensitive, I could tell. Every press against his clit pulled a small gasp from him. His pussy just kept pulling at me, spasming at odd moments like it was still orgasming. His eyes were nearly closed they were so heavy-lidded. His wrists were still crossed above his head.
“Good,” I said, reaching up to stroke his wrists with my thumb. I watched him carefully, then closed my hand around them, keeping them immobilized. A whimper escaped him.
“Relax.” I tightened my grip and he fought it reflexively, trying to jerk away. “Relax.”
His eyes screwed closed. His breathing and pulse were still too rapid for my liking, but then like a switch had been turned, he just…relaxed. Gave in.
That sign of submission was an aphrodisiac, and I couldn’t hold back my own release any longer. I pumped in him hard, two, three times, and started coming deep inside him.
When I pulled out and stretched out next to him, still holding his wrists, I saw the small shiver running convulsively across his skin. I rubbed my thumb on the inside of his wrist again and let go. “How long have you been a pet?”
He made a face. “All faenon are pets.”
“The Korl enslaved you?” I frowned. The Korl had conquered the Faenon home planet more than a century ago, if my rusty history was anything to go by. I’d assumed he’d sold himself as a contract pet. “That’s illegal for sentients.”
“Faenon aren’t classified as sentient.”
His head was turned so I couldn’t see his face. But I could tell when someone was calling bullshit, however carefully couched. “That’s fucked up.”
He shrugged.
I guess my outrage didn’t mean much to him in the long run. With all our talk of civilization in the universe, most people weren’t much better than savages. Whatever anyone could away with, they would.
It was why I stayed out of politics. All I wanted was my ship and enough money to buy fuel and food, and the freedom to go where I wanted.
Ash tugged his wrists from my light grip and rose gracefully from the bed. “You can sleep here,” I offered, watching him. His ass was still red from my hand, and my cock twitched, remembering.
“My master will expect me back,” he said, pulling on his tight pants and tank top, sliding slender feet into those faux leather boots. He disappeared into the washroom and came out with his face scrubbed clean of the red lipstick that had smeared his face. My chest twisted a little, seeing him bare like that.
He hesitated. “Thank you,” he said formally, like the room wasn’t rank with the sex we’d just had. “I enjoyed that.”
His unexpected honesty made my chest twist again. Prostitutes were expert at laying on the compliments: you were the best, honey, and you made me feel so good. But I thought he might not actually be lying. Hoped, anyway.
Then again, I thought, as I watched him leave through the air-pressured door, sometimes I was just a sucker.