by Olivia Black
Nervous energy pumped through his veins with each step. Fear and anxiety warred inside of him, twisting his guts. Bryson tried to stay calm, but it was difficult. This was how he felt each time he was delivered to a new prospective mate.
When the placement officer stopped in front of one of the closed doors, Bryson took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
The door slid open, exposing a Sweshian male. He was similar to the others of his race. His scaled skin stretched taut over chiseled muscles. The smile in his eyes contained a sensuous flame that Bryson recognized well. He’d seen the look before.
“I’ll see you at the end of the week,” Paed said.
Bryson nodded. There really wasn’t anything else to say.
Chapter Two
Bryson couldn’t deny it. This male, like the others of his race, was gorgeous. For the most part, Sweshian males looked exactly the same. Blue skin covered in shimmering bluish-green scales. Ears that stuck out like fins that were composed of protruding bony spines covered in skin. Their eyes had black vertical pupils with yellow sclera. Amphibious aliens, the Sweshian people had three slits on the side of their throats that worked like gills when they swam through the Sweshian Ocean.
The only difference was the length of their blue hair and muscle mass. This male had short hair, shorter than any others Bryson had met among the Sweshian people. It was cropped just above his jawline, a riot of blue curls. The male was tall, and every inch of him was carved muscle. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting trousers that hugged his form, outlining every hard inch of him. His chest was gleaming, bare and scaled. His eyes gleamed as he stared at Bryson. Slowly and seductively, his gaze slid downward.
“Bryson,” he said. “I’ve been expecting you.”
He shivered. The male’s deep voice vibrated through him, and the scent of pheromones filled his head, making Bryson’s cock harden within the tight confines of his jumpsuit. Bryson couldn’t help his body’s reaction around these males. They were intoxicating. Just being in the Sweshian male’s presence overwhelmed him.
“I am Rathenn,” he introduced himself.
The male moved aside, and Bryson stepped over the threshold of the male’s dwelling. The door slid closed behind him, locking Bryson inside Rathenn’s home. He stood in the foyer and glanced around, taking in his new surroundings. All the Sweshian homes had the same design. There was a spacious kitchen with a long white countertop and stools tucked neatly beneath the bar. The living room, to the left, had three sleek couches in a horseshoe shape facing an entertainment center. And there was a dark hallway that led to the bedrooms.
Bryson strolled past Rathenn, moving toward the main living area. He turned in a slow circle, taking it all in, before facing the male once more.
“Welcome to my home.”
Instead of saying thank you, like he normally did, Bryson decided to go for an honest approach. “It wasn’t my choice.”
The male nodded. “That’s true.”
Bryson had to admit that he was relieved the male wasn’t trying to lie to him or fill his head with false hope about their future together. Bryson was here for one purpose. He knew it, and so did Rathenn. There was no reason to play coy and pretend. He unsnapped the buttons on the Sweshian-issued jumpsuit. The silky material opened, exposing his naked body to Rathenn.
“Where do you want me?” Bryson asked.
A slow smile spread across Rathenn’s lips. “You’re eager.”
Bryson didn’t respond. He wasn’t all that eager to warm Rathenn’s bed, but it was inevitable. There was no reason to fight against it. The male walked over to Bryson. He removed Bryson’s jumper, pulling the material from his body and tossing it aside. When Bryson was naked, Rathenn’s yellow eyes inspected him, and the male’s fangs shot down from the roof of his mouth.
Tilting his head to the side, Bryson exposed his shoulder. He knew what was coming, and he was ready for the male’s venom, which was intoxicating. Rathenn struck fast, sinking his fangs into Bryson’s flesh. The sharp points pierced his skin, and Bryson moaned. Pain quickly morphed into overwhelming pleasure.
Bryson’s hips seemed to move of their own accord, rocking against the large male as pleasure tore through his system. His entire body tingled, and Bryson shuddered. Euphoria floated through his mind, and his tense muscles went limp, relaxing. The venom worked like magic in Bryson’s system.
Rathenn removed his teeth and licked the bite, his tongue running over Bryson’s shoulder, bathing him in saliva. The male lifted his head and grinned before pressing his wide shoulder against Bryson’s stomach and rising to his feet. With Bryson thrown over his shoulder, Rathenn spun around and strode down the hallway to his bedroom.
Rathenn’s body felt cool against Bryson’s heated flesh. Even hanging upside down, Bryson could smell the male’s spicy musk. The heady scent of Rathenn’s pheromones filled Bryson’s head, making him dizzy. Bryson wiggled, but that only succeeded in wiping precum off the tip of his shaft across Rathenn’s chest.
Rathenn put Bryson on the bed, placing him on his hands and knees in the center. Bryson dropped his head down, pressing his chin against his chest, and closed his eyes. He grabbed hold of the blanket beneath him and tightened his fists around the material. Bryson took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
He had to admit that he was nervous. Bryson didn’t know Rathenn, but he knew the male wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.
He felt a splash of warm oil dribble down the crease of his ass. Bryson sucked in a sharp breath of surprise. The male used two fingers, circling Bryson’s hole before pressing against his entrance. Bryson gasped and arched his back as Rathenn’s digits slowly sank into his ass. He widened his stance, spreading his thighs apart to give Rathenn more room to work.
The male moved his fingers, pumping the digits as he loosened Bryson. Rathenn added more oil, scissoring his fingers, preparing Bryson. After several minutes, Rathenn removed his fingers and pressed the wide head of his shaft against Bryson’s ass. He pushed forward, sinking into Bryson until he was buried.
“Ah, yes,” Bryson cried out when Rathenn bottomed out.
Rathenn paused, letting Bryson adjust to his thick shaft. Only when he relaxed did the male pull out slowly before pushing back in. The male took his time. Bryson could feel every inch. He moaned.
Rathenn’s dick felt damn good. He pulled out and then, abruptly, slammed in. Bryson gasped. The male covered him. Carved muscle pressed against his back. Rathenn grasped Bryson’s hands, intertwining their fingers. He shifted, moving his hips, burying his cock inside of Bryson. Groaning, Bryson dropped his head, pressing his face into the pillow.
“You feel so good,” Rathenn told him.
Bryson shuddered. He pressed his hips back, silently begging the male to move. Rathenn seemed to understand his desires. He leaned back and gripped Bryson’s hips in his large hands. Rathenn pulled his length out of Bryson’s ass before pushing forward and burying his hard shaft once more. Again and again, he moved, fucking Bryson in hard, deep strokes.
Bryson’s mouth dropped open, and sensual sounds spilled from his lips. Bryson’s orgasm hit him like a train, rushing violently through his system. He yelled out in pleasure as he came, shooting jets of spunk across the bedding beneath him. On his second orgasm, Bryson bucked and writhed beneath Rathenn. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but Rathenn didn’t seem as though he were tiring. The male kept going. Rathenn moved Bryson, twisting and turning his body into different positions.
Bryson’s legs were locked around Rathenn’s hips when he came for the third time. Bryson’s fourth orgasm drained him completely, and he fell limp against the bed, unable to move. Bryson moaned. Even though he was exhausted, he was still aroused as the venom worked its way through his system and the male’s pheromones filled his head.
The Sweshian male pumped his hips, emptying his seed deep inside of Bryson’s ass. When he found his release, Rathenn collapsed on top of Bryson. The male’s weight pushed
him down into the soft bedding. Rathenn’s cool skin felt like a comfortable blanket on his heated skin.
Bryson closed his eyes. He breathed in and out, pulling Rathenn’s musky scent into his nose. Exhausted and spent, Bryson dozed. He drifted in and out of consciousness as Rathenn pulled his cock from Bryson’s ass. Rathenn took care of him. The male wiped his crease with a warm towel and tucked him in, wrapping the blankets around his body.
The week with Rathenn went by quickly. Time didn’t have any meaning for Bryson. He’d been living one week at a time since arriving on Sweshan.
Ratheen took Bryson on several outings during their time together. They went to the marketplace to buy clothing and personal items. They danced, drank, and laughed the night away at the popular foam club. Rathenn took Bryson swimming in the Sweshian Ocean, and they went to a game of kumbhika and watched two teams of warriors do battle on a field of sea grass.
In between each excursion, Rathenn fucked Bryson. The male took him several times a day, filling Bryson with his seed. Like the other Sweshian males Bryson had been with since arriving on the planet, Rathenn’s goal was to impregnate him. And now at the end of the week, Bryson had to go back to medical for a pregnancy test.
Bryson didn’t bother to say good-bye to Rathenn. He let himself out of the male’s home and walked down the hall, moving toward the elevator. He stopped in front of the cylinder as the glass doors slid open, revealing the placement officer. Bryson stepped onto the elevator, and the door closed. Paed pressed a button, and the cylinder dropped down to the ground floor.
“How are you doing?”
Bryson blew out a heavy breath. “I’m fine.”
“We’re going to the medical building.”
Bryson laughed without humor. He couldn’t help himself. They had the same damn conversation every time Paed picked him up from a prospective mate’s home. It almost seemed as though the male was reading off a script.
When they reached the ground level, the cylinder door opened, and they stepped out. Bryson walked beside Paed as they went to the medical building.
“Did you enjoy your time with Rathenn?”
“I have nothing to report,” Bryson said bluntly.
Paed asked him a series of questions, but Bryson refused to answer. He didn’t have anything to say. And if he were honest, Bryson was sick and tired of answering personal questions. His sex life was none of Paed’s business.
When they reached the medical building, Doctor Talr was there. The male smiled. “Good day, Bryson. It’s good to see you again.”
Bryson tried to smile, but he couldn’t. He wanted to be happy to see Talr. This was the one thing he had to look forward to at the end of each week, but today he couldn’t find any joy. He couldn’t find the strength to grin. Bryson was exhausted–emotionally, mentally, and physically spent.
“Are you ready to head back to the exam room?”
He nodded. Bryson followed Talr down the long hallway. The doctor stopped in front of one of the closed doors. He pressed a button on the wall, and the door slid open.
Bryson strolled into the room. He moved to the center and stood motionless on a square that had been carved out of stone in the floor. Soon, a thick beam of light ran over Bryson’s entire body. He knew what Talr was going to say before the male spoke.
“Negative.”
Bryson could only shake his head. Truthfully, he wasn’t surprised. The test results weren’t shocking. They were what he expected.
“Bryson, are you okay?”
After a moment of silence, he said, “I’m fine.” It was a lie.
His feelings didn’t really matter, though, right? What could he say? Bryson was stuck on Sweshan, and now, he would be delivered to another male. When would it end?
“You look tired.”
Bryson rubbed his eyes. It was true. He was tired. He was mentally and physically exhausted.
“Come with me.”
Talr held out his hand in offering. Bryson glanced at the male’s palm and stared at it for a moment before reluctantly taking it. The male’s cool skin sank into Bryson’s heated flesh. It sent a chill up his arm, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt nice.
Talr gave Bryson’s arm a gentle tug. He allowed the doctor to escort him out of the small, private room and into another one with a bed. Talr helped Bryson up onto the soft mattress. He dropped Talr’s hand and lay down. The male grabbed a blanket and covered Bryson.
“Get some rest.”
“What about Paed?” Bryson asked. He knew the placement officer was waiting to take him to his next prospective mate.
“I don’t want you to worry about anything,” Talr told him. “Just close your eyes and get some sleep.”
Bryson yawned. He rolled to his side, presenting his back to Talr, and closed his eyes. Bryson exhaled on a sigh. It didn’t take long before Bryson fell limp against the bed and he fell asleep.
Chapter Three
Doctor Talr stood outside the room where Bryson was currently resting. The glass walls didn’t provide any privacy from prying eyes, but the human didn’t seem to notice. Bryson was lying on the bed with his back toward Talr.
Talr could still remember the day when Bryson arrived on Sweshan, after being transported off the Glecerian starship. From the first moment his eyes landed on the human, Talr had felt a connection. Bryson was breathtaking. Pale, golden skin. Dark blue eyes. Short brown hair with the sides shaved and the longer stands hanging to one side. Full, sensual lips begging for Talr’s kiss. His features were perfect, almost delicate. He was almost too beautiful.
Over time, their relationship grew. Talr looked forward to seeing Bryson at the end of each week. He enjoyed their conversations and the friendly chitchat, but Talr had seen a lot of changes in Bryson recently.
“He’s had too many prospective mates,” Talr said.
Since arriving on Sweshan three months ago, Bryson had been delivered to a different male each week. And at the end of the week, the placement officer brought Bryson to medical for a pregnancy test. So far, each test had been negative.
“I know,” Paed agreed. “We’ve never had a human go through so many of our males before.”
“He’s changed,” Talr murmured.
“What do you mean?” Paed asked.
“Bryson,” he breathed out the human’s name like a prayer to the Gods. “He used to talk to me. He used to tell me stories about his life on Earth. Now he seems so lost and distant.”
“I never really noticed,” Paed said. “But now that you’ve mentioned it, you’re right. He has changed.”
“Who’s his next prospective mate?”
“Koral.”
Talr shook his head. Koral wasn’t the right choice. The male was a warrior and far too aggressive for a human like Bryson. If Koral got his hands on the human, Talr was pretty sure that Bryson would be changed forever. Bryson needed a kind touch and a gentle hand. He needed to be held and loved. But more than that, the human needed a mate. He needed someone to care for him.
“Take him to my home.”
“You want me to take Bryson to your dwelling?” Paed asked, as if he didn’t understand what Talr was saying.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you want him?”
Talr straightened his stance. It took a lot of effort, but Talr managed to force himself to look away from Bryson. The connection he felt toward the human was overwhelming. He wasn’t sure how to handle it, but Talr knew that he couldn’t watch Bryson walk away from him again. He didn’t want the human to be given to another Sweshian male. And he couldn’t stand to see Bryson change right before his eyes. The human meant too much to him.
“Because I do,” Talr said.
He didn’t feel the need to explain himself to Paed. His reasons were his own. Talr’s only concern was for Bryson’s well-being. The human needed a break. He needed some rest and relaxation.
Paed shot Talr a knowing loo
k. His lips twitched, and he smiled. “He belongs to you for the next week.”
“Don’t tell Bryson that I’m his prospective mate. When you take him to my home, just drop him off and tell him to make himself comfortable. I’ll be there after my shift.”
Paed nodded. “Okay.”
Talr turned his focus back to Bryson. The human rolled onto his back. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell evenly, signaling that he was asleep. As he stood there staring at Bryson, an orderly came running toward Talr.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Doctor Talr, but there were several males injured in a game of kumbhika. We need your help, sir.”
Talr nodded. “Of course.”
Talr didn’t want to leave Bryson, but duty called, and he was needed. Turning on his heel, he followed after the orderly.
As he neared one of the treatment rooms, the door hissed open. An exam table sat in the middle of the space, with diagnostic instruments placed around the room, along the walls. Sitting on the table was a young Sweshian male. Blood seeped out of a head wound, and a jagged piece of bone stuck out of his arm.
Talr cringed inwardly. It must’ve been a hell of a game. Kumbhika could be violent, especially when two groups of Sweshian warriors went to battle in the arena. The males must’ve been feeling more aggressive than usual since they were brought to medical.
“Good day,” he said. “I’m Doctor Talr.”
The injured male bowed his head in acknowledgment. “Zukan.” The male didn’t complain about his injuries. He sat stoically on the exam table.
“Are you in any pain, Zukan?”
The male shook his head. “I’ll be fine. Just patch me up.”
“Do you require pain suppressors?” Talr asked.
He always gave his patients the option. For the most part, Sweshian males refused any sort of medication. In Talr’s opinion, it was an overabundance of masculine pride. And kumbhika players were the worst of their race. The warriors always refused pain suppressors.
