by Pierce Smith
Xeg had followed his brother into the Men’s Hall, but when Kyg strolled into the bathing pool, Xeg stopped short. He would go back and keep Sam company.
Men flocked around Kyg when they felt his friendly nature. Many jumped in the pool and swam near to him. A few sat behind him on the side benches and the rest brought drinks and freshly barbecued meat. Kyg being impressed by the hospitality of these men, picked a red cherry cocktail and piece of a meat. The taste of them was not less than the aroma in the air. The person who bought it added, “I made them myself, Your Majesty,”
The words, “Your Majesty,” were more than enough for Kyg to believe that these prisoners had accepted his subjugation with their will. What else did Kyg need when he struggled at all ends? He smiled, “The spices are very special,” raising the toast to him, Kyg appreciated.
“They are aromatic spices from my planet,” He said blushing. “Your chef thought them weeds, he kindly gave them to me. They are very special and are cultivated only on our planet.”
“What’s your name?” Kyg inquired, staring at his orange hair.
“Zuz and I’m a farmer... I mean... I was.” In a low voice, Zuz replied.
“You still are.” Kyg said, patting his shoulder. “Our system allows newcomers to our planet the opportunity to continue with the jobs you held. You will be given land to farm and cultivate. Do you know how to grow these spices?”
Zuz nodded, bringing tears in his eyes. “Yeah, Sire. So I’ll not be slave here?”
“Didn’t my men tell you?. We don’t force anyone to do anything, slavery is but a word, it is hard to define. Your will, will be our will.” Kyg added.
The men standing at the back started praising Kyg. Their faces grew red and any leftover fear vanished. The tension that had arisen at the king’s arrival was gone.
“I came here to learn more about you guys.” Kyg twisted the story of his lost wandering and reaching them . “And I’m loving how you people are loving me. I hope you won’t mind my nakedness among you all. I’m in my rut and I’m hating clothes. Any of you want to join me?” Kyg shouted.
The crowd yelled, “Yes,” and the next second, hundreds of undies flew in air, “Wooh! We won’t mind at all, Your Royal Highness,,” a young guy spoke from the side and came naked to sit touching him.
“I’m glad, but remember, I’m also married.”
“We know. We know our limits too,” another guy spoke from the back.
“So what were you doing back on your home planet?”
“I was an accountant, just a boring clerk in an equally boring office. Now I’m a prisoner on a planet that is an alien to me and my customs.”
“We are sorry for the situation you find yourselves in, , but not sorry for the outcomes. The safety of our men was the priority, but your kingdom invaded us.”
“We were also fed up with them and we had heard they were bought by fugitives of dragon planets who wanted to take over the kingdom.”
“Do you know who were the fugitives?” Kyg’s mind ran toward it being Cezzot who had orchestrated the attack. Possibly he came here to find some clues.
“We don’t know, but that it was a lady with her puppets. It’s what the rumors say.”
Kyg’s blind shots confirmed the lady must be Cezzot. His hard fist thumped on the poolside, scaring the men around him. “I’m sorry.” Sipping his drink down in one gulp, “Let’s ignore this. Tell me more about yourselves.”
“I’m a cook,” a guy beside Zuz said.
“I’m a cook too.” Many voices came together.
“You will get places in my kitchens. Alternatively you can get the chance to open your own restaurants, bars and whatever you want to do.”
“We are architects,” a few shouted.
“We’re laborers... not skilled men,” another gang of men said.
“Okay. You all will get jobs to survive.” Kyg affirmed them.
Kyg would remember every name, and then tomorrow before some of them headed off to the auction, he would assign those who spoke to him tonight to the jobs they requested. Yeah, he was an alpha male, yet he wasn’t cruel. He only killed those who deserved to die.
“Why are we auctioned here if we are not going to be slaves?”
“We don’t sponsor aliens. You don’t have an identity card, any work permit, neither bank accounts. So your buyer will provide you with everything and you will work for him and will be paid. Here my Kingdom never hires directly for safety purpose. You’ll be paid, you can have families and children, and you’ll be free to go on vacations unlike other slavery rules. Soon you can earn your freedom through your savings, and citizenship with loyalty. We’re very liberal in this. Alternatively, if you prove yourself honest, after a certain period you can settle on any other planet too...” Kyg stopped, seeing a raised hand.
“What if someone wants to serve the royalty?” a young handsome guy spoke, standing in the crowd.
“He needs to prove his talent,” Kyg replied, scanning his yummy physique. That hunk would definitely look great under him, screaming his name, but he was loyal to Sam... at least so far.
“I’m a tattoo artist... Miro Piciu is my name, and I’m a space traveler. I travel in my shuttle and while I was serving ladies in the palace, you and your men attacked and took me as a hostage...”
“Ummm... I’m sorry, but I feel we attacked at the right time, otherwise we would have missed you,” Kyg laughed, ignoring his plea and the crowd joined him.
The tattoo artist blushed. “I don’t mind serving you either.” He surrendered.
“For sure.” Kyg gestured one soldier to come near and he said something in his ear. Thereafter the soldier left. “I feel I need to leave with Miro to check his talent.”
Kyg left the pool, picking up the towel to dry his body. Many hands came forward to serve him, but he ignored everyone and walked inside. Miro walked behind and a few more men followed at Kyg’s request. .
Walking in the inner room, Kyg spread on the floor over a thick soft cushion, “Miro, is this place fine to have a tattoo?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, but first you need to choose your art...”
“I’ve done that.” At the same time, the soldier returned with a scroll in his hand.
“Hilton, hand it over to Miro,” Kyg instructed, the soldier who obeyed the order. Miro opened the scroll and saw a beautiful picture of a man. “Can you do a picture of my mate on my upper left chest?”
Miro took it and placed it on Kyg’s chest over his right breast. His touch was gentle and his soft hands brought shivers to Kyg’s flesh, causing his cock to harden quickly and throb with pent up frustration. His sexual urges from his Spring Equinox rutting, addled his brain. The other men saw and reached out to touch it, Kyg gasped at the feeling. He hadn’t been with Sam in weeks.
“Guys, gentle...” Kyg’s remaining words died in his throat. One of the guys patted his legs and loins to dry his skin, one’s nail was slowly raising towards his dick.
“I feel we need to calm you first,” Miro spoke leaning to kiss Kyg’s dick, but Kyg slid back, “Okay, no kissing or blowjobs, right?” Miro huffed. Also, he didn't let his dick go either. Tightening his fingers around Kyg’s dick, he gave him quick and pleasant masturbation. “This is not counted as sex or betrayal. Friends do masturbate together even brothers do it together too.” It was too much and soon Kyg came over his tight torso, leaving behind his loosened dick. “Better now.” Hungry men sitting beside them jumped to lick off the royal’s sweetness.
Kyg could feel their palms all over his body, few caressing and squeezing his ass. He tried resisting them, but uncontrolled breathing and lusty tongues over his pectorals were making him edgy. He came again, once more erupting his hot seed over the sweet hands of the men satisfying his urges. . Miro cleaned it, taking Kyg’s dick in his mouth, but once again Kyg pulled away from Miro’s wandering lips.
“Oh, my beautiful pets, you tempt me but no lips,” Kyg moaned, lying still on the mattress.
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“Yes, we are your pets, our aim is to serve you. Our Handsome Master,” Miro cried at his dick, licking Kyg’s balls playfully, as he pushed his luck.
SAM CHOSE THAT MOMENT to walk in.
Chapter Eight
Kyg’s Betrayal
SAM LOOKED FOR HIS loyal servants to accompany him; who every day joined him on a short walk, but today he was alone and feeling uneasy due to his baby dragon. Pulling the curtains apart, the fresh air gushed inside, and taking a huge breath, Sam felt the benefits from the freshness and the warmth of the sunny day. He needed more things to cheer him from his unease, perhaps a slow long walk and something to cherish his mind. He needed some natural oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine and serotonin, in the right mixture, which on Earth were known as the happy hormones. He knew what could make his heart melt. Maybe hot horny men? He need only ogle them from afar? Or kids play? Or a dragon’s royal garden to explore. He chose ogling, that was his best time passing and heartwarming activity back on Earth.
There he used to choose the gym, naturist beaches, or the park where topless men played, but here on Byndra, none of them were available to him. Beaches were too far and he was not sure if nakedness was allowed there, the gym he wasn’t allowed by Kyg, and then the garden – an open space, not at all. Sam sighed, and then he came to know servants talking about the new premises built in the back of the palace. It was big, airy and beautifully constructed. A place worth a visit. Washing his face, he pulled on his gown hiding his identity as the Consort and becoming a common man, a quick check in the mirror and Sam walked slowly out of his bunker.
His pace was slow, but he was delighted to have some fresh air. As he stepped along the garden he soon came upon the new building. He could hear men enjoying themselves and shouting in pleasure. His heart delighted and he strode at his best pace. He didn’t know how Kyg would react after knowing Sam’s hidden secret desire. Neither did he know about his guilty pleasures. He knew Kyg would understand him. When he walked inside there were no guards, surely Kyg would have heads rolling for this error. Every door in the building should have had at least two guards. Sam took this opportunity to sneak in, his two guards were walking behind him keeping watch over their charge.
His legs slowed down. What if Kyg was there and as the heart wished he heard his lover’s voice, but not words only moans. Shocked, he turned and found himself in the men’s bathing chamber. Kyg lay naked on the bed with several other naked men. One of them was jerking Kyg off, and other men were cleaning cum spread over his beautiful body. Hiding behind a small latticed wall, eyes full of tears, Sam sat on the floor. He kept watching the men taking over Kyg. He looked so helpless before their lustful hand activities. Additionally, Kyg looked so contented. Sam recalled Kyg was in rut, and due to his pregnancy, they couldn’t have sex. He looked back inside.
Men there were physically beautiful as well as endowed. Sam shoved the heel of his hand in his mouth and turned, quickly leaving the Men’s Hall. Sam felt he was a pawn, seduced and tricked to bear an heir for a throne. There was no plot in his love story. He recalled Kyg meeting him, falling in love and having non-stop sex. Was he only a sex object? His life swirled around his eyes and he felt he was only a sexual object, humble, submissive and a loyal sex slave. Or a cum dump. Am I a dumbass who didn’t understand the conspiracy before this dragon? I’m a mere surrogate for his heir. What a foolish breeding cow I am? How could I think the dragon king could fall in love with a human? What if they kill me after I give birth, or throw me in the harem before his men, or just sell me to another king? Hundreds of thoughts ran in his depressed mind. He blinked back tears and went to the bunker. Grabbing a few clothes, he left via the tunnel entrance and out into the forest that surrounded the palace, eluding the guards as he used his NASA training.
Sam didn’t bother to explain this new start to himself. He’d let it figure it out by itself. He recalled Byndraians wondering what it’d be like. Every evil soul wanted him dead, but he had survived. Did the people around him really love him or just want to be closer to the throne, or through the instructions of the king to keep his mind diverted. He recalled earlier in Byndra none wanted to be around him. He was imprisoned and rarely received water or food, but slowly time changed. What was the cause of the change? Kyg of course, but was that a planned change? His soul was getting heavy and his legs not allowing him to take a single step further, but his mind ran back to the palace, and every face surrounding him flashed before his eyes.
Or did they really want to be around him, because of his good humble nature. Whatever. He sighed and patted his belly and walked through the dense forest. He stopped for a second, to get his bearings. Peering around the woods, not a single sight seemed familiar, but his heart denied returning back. His legs stepped ahead making a new path for himself.
Sam never thought to be in a company of dragons who would never expect anything from him. Back on Earth in NASA, the team was superficial, full of professionals, who bothered little about team members. They were overcompetitive fellows, haughty, and hardcore fuckers. The plans shattering, the year which he thought to be electrifying; having a baby, a family and a loving circle of friends. No more pet of any fucking trainer or organization. He was tired of playing it dutifully in NASA. On the other hand, Sam was the exception among them who carried a smile every time, full of compassion and helpfulness. Though fake, but he liked Kyg’s nature, who fought against all the odds for his love and that’s why he left his project after meeting Kyg. He needed the missing peace and love in his life. Which he saw in Kyg’s eyes, but today he felt forgery in everything.
‘How could I have been so stupid as to think a mere human could compete with the beauty these dragon males possess?’ Sam walked for what seemed like hours. Sam puffed air out and his exhales turned into small ice particles. The forest ahead was denser and colder. Several drops fell on him. At first he thought it to be water droplets from overhanging leaves, but soon he realized it was rain trickling slowly down through the forest canopy . Covering his baby bump under his gown, he sped up. Before long, a beautiful town appeared before his sight. Sparkling lights from the houses encouraged Sam to keep walking.
What Sam hadn’t realized was that he’d been steadily moving toward the City of Bormur. Making his way through the forest, he came to a dense spinney, where he heard water flowing nearby. His thirst compelled him to turn towards the sound. Following the echo, he reached a place where the lake and forest met.
Walking over pebbles, he paused, gawking at the water and the shadow of the dragons flying over it. Lifting his face he saw a couple of dragons flying over the city. They appeared military personnel and his heart thumped. Creeping behind a tree, he stared at the sky until it was clear. He returned to quench his thirst, sitting on a small rock. He took a handful of water in his palms and drank it. Reaching for another handful, he saw small dragonlings swimming in the water.
They were younglings of water dragons, whose young babies lived an aquatic life until they started hunting themselves. Until then, they fed on aquatic flora and fauna. They swam freely, and seeing a shadow near the bank of the lake they rushed to him, making small noises. This fetched a smile to Sam’s face. They came near to his legs, but at the same time a mother dragon flew down to the other bank of the lake and made a slow deep cry . The little dragonlings recognized their mother’s call from across the other end, and most of them swum away from Sam.
He stared at the mother dragon who stared back at him. Both were silent, but attentive. Instantly, a few more mother dragons came down and sat around Sam. He felt both safety and danger. Their young ones recognized their mothers and they rushed near to them. A few children who were big enough to walk, came out onto the ground and lay at their mother’s feet. Both loving and caressing each other. The danger from his heart puffed in the air. He kept sitting there until dusk and the mother dragons flew back to their caves deep inside the forest leaving Sam by himself. He drank some more water before turning back to reach th
e city located on the outskirts of the forest. There he saw guards checking the entrants and those who didn’t have identity cards were imprisoned. There was heavy security at the gate. He heard people talking about auctions, prisoners running around and a security breach in the Byndra palace. Scared, Sam returned to the forest, but by then night hunters were out for food, and their scary voices were quaking his innocent heart. He climbed slowly over a low branch of a tree and lay still, awaiting the night to pass, but his frightened heart didn’t let him pass the night, so he came down and looked for an alternative entrance. Soon he found a gap in the boundary and he moved inside. Hiding his face, he paced towards the town, which appeared near in the dark shadows, but then fate played again for it was a military settlement. He turned in all directions, but now hiding himself was tough. Pacing towards the road away from the settlement, he walked slowly behind a carriage and migrants.
He walked to the road on the outskirts of Bormur when a man in dark slacks, a white shirt, and boots saw him, and called out. “Stop, you there, stop, or I shall call the guards.”
Sam looked up at him, and the guard grinned – a wild, feral smile which had many hidden licentious thoughts. This made Sam run. He would ask himself later why he had run. But gestures scared his heart to the core, though he was used to those stares by now. The guard knew it too and was damn assured the guy in the long gown would follow his call and obey his lecherous smile.
Sam dashed away while the monster chased him. He turned back and found the guard wore a big metallic helmet, which looked like a face of a horrendous bull with long curved horns and teeth protruding outside, covering his entire face. Sam didn't dare to look back thereafter. He kept hearing the chasing legs nearing him and them multiplying with every passing second.
