Sold! 2
Enslaved by a Rebel
Desperate and determined…
Being sold to a beautiful golden alien certainly seems better than facing his imminent demise, but Jarrett Michaels is stunned when the alien offers him his freedom in exchange for one long and lusty weekend.
Leaving behind everything and everyone he knows might be more than Ranic Vaidya can handle, but he’s determined to know love in another man’s arms no matter the cost.
Once he’s free of his planet’s repression, Ranic discovers stunning new abilities, and the capacity for deep and abiding love. But when the auction house wants their slave returned, Jarrett and Ranic fear the worst. Just how far will they go to be together?
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Science Fiction
Length: 35,484 words
ENSLAVED BY A REBEL
Sold! 2
Anitra Lynn McLeod
EVERLASTING CLASSIC
MANLOVE
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ENSLAVED BY A REBEL
Sold! 2
ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD
Copyright © 2012
Chapter 1
Jarrett Michaels was going to drown. He’d gotten down deep in azure-blue waters only to discover that his tank was malfunctioning, and he would never make it back to the surface before he ran out of air. As he contemplated his imminent death, he had to admit there was a kind of peace in dying doing something he loved. What irony that he’d resisted learning to scuba because he was claustrophobic. But at the tender age of thirty-two, he’d bitten the bullet and taken his first lesson. To his amazement, he didn’t feel the walls crushing in on him when he was in a suit underwater. His trainer said he was a natural. Sometimes it seemed that he had told himself he had a problem when in fact he didn’t. Perhaps it was human nature, or maybe he’d known all those years ago that he was destined to die underwater so subconsciously he’d put an obstacle in his path so he wouldn’t end up dead in the water at forty.
And then something very strange happened. Jarrett was far below the surface, making peace with his looming death, when he was suddenly on a stage surrounded by a bunch of other men. Since they were naked, Jarrett assumed he was, too. He didn’t look down to see because the state of his undress didn’t matter to him as much as the curiosity of his death experience did. He’d thought he’d see his whole life flash by him and then he’d walk into the light, but all he was getting were lights glaring into his face. There was no montage of the poignant moments of his existence, just this odd cattle call for the afterlife. How come he’d never heard of anyone having a near-death experience that involved a stage full of naked men wearing weird collars with blinking lights?
Jarrett watched with laid-back curiosity as several of the men were moved to the front of the stage for what he could only call a display. Invisible hands stroked the men, turned them, jacked them off, and then some thunderous voice, the same one that seemed to be describing the men, called out that they had been sold and they were taken away.
Maybe this was judgment day and Jarrett, along with the other men here, had been deemed unworthy to enter heaven, so they’d been taken to a place where their souls were sold to the highest bidder.
Does the devil buy souls? Jarrett asked himself.
He didn’t think he did. The devil just tricked people out of them. Besides, Jarrett couldn’t think of anything he’d done that would keep him out of heaven. He wasn’t a thief, he didn’t kill, and he didn’t covet. He wasn’t overly religious, but he also wasn’t a total heathen, either. He couldn’t think of one of the Ten Commandments that he’d broken. Oh, well, except for that adultery one. Not that he’d ever been married, but if premarital sex were counted then yeah, he was in trouble. But that really wasn’t fair when he couldn’t legally get married in most states since he was gay. If being homosexual was a crime, then he was in a lot of trouble because he’d known he liked men from pretty much the get-go.
That made him think back over the relationships he’d had. Some of the men he’d loved so fiercely it was almost painful, and others he’d only cared about, but he’d always held a part of himself back. Jarrett wasn’t sure why. There was just something inside him that didn’t find that elusive match that he was always looking for. Sure, they had fun together and sometimes the sex had been mind-blowing, but eventually Jarrett grew tepid and ultimately he faded away. Sadly, it seemed to be a mutual thing. Neither he nor his partner cared enough to try to keep things together. He’d k
nown couples who met, clicked, and stayed together through thick and thin and were so fully in love with one another they were almost annoying. Almost. But what upset him was his own heavy feeling of envy. He’d always wanted what those couples had. Jarrett had never told anyone, but he’d always had this crazy kind of fairy-tale image in his head of his perfect man. He’d lost that dream around thirty when another hot and heavy relationship fizzled. There weren’t any magical knights in shining armor anymore, so holding out hope for one was nothing short of pathetic.
Jarrett’s turn came to be thrust into the limelight at center stage. He was curiously disconnected from what was being done to him. It was almost as if he didn’t care. In a way he supposed he did, but just not very much. There didn’t seem to be a lot he could do about the situation, so he just stood and allowed the disk below his bare feet to turn him this way and that as the thunderous voice pointed out all his attributes. The voice made him sound duller than dirt, frankly, by just spewing his vital statistics without making any attempt to make him sound interesting. List anyone in such a way and they would sound dull.
While he was standing there hearing the voice say he was six foot three and two hundred ten pounds, Jarrett tried to recall if that was correct. The height was right, but he didn’t think he weighed that much. He looked down. He wasn’t flabby, even under the unforgiving lights. His skin was bronzed from his time in the Caribbean, but it would soon fade when he returned to his accounting job in land-locked Colorado.
When he felt a touch along his back from the nape of his neck down to the soles of his feet, he straightened, and so did his cock. Another stroke stopped at his buttocks, parted them, and then something was slipped inside his ass. Jarrett struggled to stop what was happening, to fight off his invisible foe, but he found himself immobilized. All he could figure was the collar and the platform he stood on worked in concert to keep him still for his display. But for who?
Peering past the lights into what he thought would be an audience, he couldn’t see anything or hear anyone. Just what kind of a show was this?
Whatever had been inserted into his ass warmed and grew, pressing against sensitive nerves and making him long for release. The other men who’d gone before him had climaxed, and apparently it was part of the show because the more Jarrett resisted, the more stimulation the device in his ass delivered. Jarrett tried to tell whoever was selling him that he didn’t enjoy anal sex, not as a getter but only as a giver, but he couldn’t move his mouth any more than he could move his arms.
Eventually, the device in his ass found the most sensitive spot right near his prostate and rubbed ruthlessly until he came. Jarrett didn’t recall ever having such a bizarre sensation of climax without any pleasure. Sure, he came, shooting out a good jet, but he didn’t feel an orgasm or even a climax. It was just odd. And then it was over, the device was taken away, and he was moved toward the back of the stage.
Unsure what was going on now, Jarrett stood and waited for the next man to go toward the center of the stage, but nothing was happening. There was total silence, and then the booming voice said, “Sold!”
Sold? Jarrett tried to wrap his head around that. He’d thought of him and the others being put on display to sell their souls, but it seemed they were sold in their entirety. The idea that someone had bought him sent a terrible chill through his entire body. What had they bought him for, and what in the world was going to happen to him now?
Chapter 2
“You are going to regret that sale, I assure you.”
The alien on the other side of Ranic’s bidding screen laughed and shook his head, tumbling his thick black hair around his shoulders. Ranic Vaidya said nothing. He didn’t care what a Krase warrior thought of him, his kind, or his purchase. So far, the Krase warrior had only bid on the tiniest offerings of the auction house. Ranic thought that was strange, considering how big he was, but to each his own. The very things that caused most of the bidders to shy away from Jarrett were the very qualities that attracted Ranic. He did not want a tiny slave who would fear him and tremble in his wake.
Ranic wanted a man.
Moreover, he wanted a man who would give him a fight. It had taken Ranic a long time to admit to himself what he was, but now that he had, he was going to indulge himself to the fullest, and none of his kind would know.
Jarrett Michaels was perfect.
His hair was black as the depth of space, his eyes were brown like the beach on Finoc, and his mouth was full and somewhat sad. His body was tall and lean but not scrawny. What muscles he had were strong, but not too strong. He wouldn’t be a match for Ranic in a bare-handed fight. He was older than all the other offerings on the stage, and Ranic thought that maturity would make him more interesting. A young slave would be too easy to mold. Ranic thrived on challenges. And his new slave would give him that in great quantities. Ranic also had to admit to a curious force drawing his attention to Jarrett. He was bronzed from exposure to a star and looked like he spent most of his time outdoors. By holding him close, Ranic might know what it was like to be able to do that.
But most of all, Jarrett had not liked to have the probe inserted into his ass. That alone made him undesirable to those bidding for sexual slaves they could penetrate. There were some species who thrived on using force, but most wanted to have a slave who at least found a certain pleasure in the sensation so he could be conditioned to accept his fate. Jarrett had climaxed, but he had done so without his prick being fully hard. Nothing clarified his disinterest in being penetrated more than that.
Finished with bidding, Ranic deactivated his screen and rose. His metallic suit made gentle whispers as the hydraulics kicked in, helping to move him with effortless ease in the heavy gravity of Krase. Some of the aliens in the room bristled, clearly uncomfortable with a fully outfitted Finoc trooper, but Ranic’s suit had been deactivated. Since bidding could become fierce, as it was over the first slave offered, none of the bidders were allowed to have weapons, or anything that could be used as such, within the bidding rooms.
Should hand-to-hand combat erupt, there was a dampening device that would incapacitate everyone in the room. Or so he’d been told by the auctioneer. None of it mattered to Ranic because he wasn’t interested in fighting over any of the offerings. Before the event even started, he knew he would have to settle for the one no one else wanted because he didn’t have enough money for one of the finer slaves. Not that he was disappointed with what he’d gotten for his limited funds. Ranic had never bid on a slave before because his kind did not need them, but Ranic had a very specific use in mind. He had to know. He had to feel what it was like to indulge his lusts. He’d thought of choosing one of his own kind, but it was simply too risky. Even propositioning another Finoc trooper could lead to imprisonment and death. So Ranic had worked every extra shift that he could. He lived in the smallest cell he could stand on the ship. Every spare bit of earnings he had he hid away for the dangling possibility of making his dream come true.
Today was the start of his long vacation and total indulgence.
From the bidding room he returned to the lowest floor of the building to finalize his payment and collect his slave. By the time he arrived, Jarrett was there. He was even more magnificent in person than he had been on the stage. Here, the much-less-harsh lighting emphasized the proud line of his nose and the high curve of his cheeks. His lips had a bit of a pout that was compellingly seductive, but most of all, Ranic was able to see that he was the perfect height and weight for what they would do together. The only trick now was getting this alien to go along with his desires.
It was the only part of his plan over which he had no control. That was irksome, but he thought he could manipulate this interesting creature into performing his fantasy. If he did, Ranic would reward him with his freedom. If he did not…well. Dead men told no tales, and Ranic’s terrible secret would be safe. He would be out a tremendous amount of money, and it was unlikely at his age he’d ever be able to amass sufficient f
unds to try something like this again, but still, he had to try. There was nothing to be gained by simply sitting idle and hoping what he wanted fell in his lap. To get what he dreamed of, he had to do the work that would put all the pieces in place. Now that he had, he was a little afraid. He had looked at everything in a multitude of ways to try to minimize any problems before they started, but he wasn’t omniscient. He couldn’t anticipate everything.
Into his hand the end of Jarrett’s lead was slipped. The feeling of power was oddly compelling. He now owned this man and could do anything with him. By Krase law, which was the planet they were on, he could beat him to death if he wanted. Not that he did. The last thing he wanted to do was anything that would damage his most valuable cargo ever.
As Ranic turned toward the exit, he realized his first mistake in anticipation. His slave was bare, and he had nothing to cover him with to protect him from the elements. It had seemed such a simple thing to forget, but he imagined his servant coming with at least a basic covering.
Since he couldn’t take him to the port bare and he couldn’t afford to buy him anything, Ranic had to improvise. From the leg plate of his suit he withdrew a solar tarp and handed it to Jarrett, who took the offering without a word. When it was unfolded, it was quite large, but Jarrett only unfolded it halfway and wrapped it around his shoulders. Now the only problem was with his feet.
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