Priest and Pariahs

by J. Alan Veerkamp

“Give me my clothes and we’ll head out.”

  Arbor tucked Priest’s attire deeper under his arm. “You’re fine as is.”

  Priest gasped as Arbor’s stubby hand circled around his bare cock and balls and started walking for the door. A loud refusal sat on his lips, but perched frozen with the bold move. Since he loved his happy parts, Priest was forced to follow along, trying to ignore the laughter of the other players as they watched the spectacle.

  “Be careful.” Priest gritted his teeth as Arbor led him to the lift like his dick was a leash. The doors slid shut with a familiar hiss.

  “Relax. I have no intention of injuring the goods. I need you fully functional. Mrs. Claus, take us to Beta Deck please.”

  Given Arbor’s hesitation earlier, Priest had no idea where the cool bravado was coming from. What was it about these new guys going cold to hot in a flash? Head high and chest forward, Arbor had yet to let go of his junk, and being trailed around like a dog was diminishing the potential fun of the evening. He wondered what was next as he thanked every deity he could think of that no one else had seen him.

  The lift came to a stop and the doors opened to no less than three crewmen waiting for the elevator.

  All three men couldn’t help but take turns looking at Arbor, then Priest, and then Arbor’s grip on Priest.

  “Excuse us, gentlemen.” Arbor gave Priest’s dick a tug, and the miniature crowd parted. Priest followed along, his face and chest burning with embarrassment. Whispers and snickering disappeared behind the closing lift doors.

  Reaching his room, Arbor hesitated. With a glance back at Priest, he stretched to the tip of his toes to reach the access panel. Once they stepped into the room, Arbor finally released his grip.

  Priest inspected himself immediately. Nothing hurt, so he was good. Even so, standing naked in Arbor’s quarters felt weird, so Priest found himself snooping around the small space.

  Arbor’s quarters were the same as everyone’s, except for how small he looked inside of it. The proportions were all skewed in comparison. The bed had to be too high to get in and out of easily, and climbing into the chair at the desk couldn’t be any fun on a regular basis. The higher shelves were empty and were likely to stay that way. Arbor could never reach them. It was odd enough watching him reach out to place Priest’s clothing on top of the side table.

  An unusual scent caught his attention. He noticed it when they first walked in, but being used as a pull toy had distracted him. Rich and sweet, it took little to follow it to the source.

  Sitting on the edge of Arbor’s desk was a stuffed animal: a handmade monkey constructed of dense woolen fabric, like old socks. With a faded brown body and white face, hands, and feet, it was in good condition despite its obvious age. The colors were faded and it sported a few visible stains if you looked hard enough. Bringing the sock monkey to his nose, he could smell the cloves and cinnamon emanating from deep inside. It was wonderfully real and not synthetic in the least. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble making this little item.

  “Where did this come from?”

  Arbor blanched when he saw the doll in Priest’s hand. Striding over, he took the monkey from Priest and returned him to his place on the desk.

  “Please leave Mr. Wiggles alone. My mother made him for me. He’s very old.”

  Priest’s eyebrow couldn’t arch any higher. “Mr. Wiggles? Your mommy made you Mr. Wiggles?”

  “I was just a kid at the time.” The flush to Arbor’s face and neck had nothing to do with arousal. “He was a security blanket of sorts. Can we not talk about this? I finally have a naked man in my room and I don’t want to think about my mother right now.”

  Priest chuckled. “All right, all right. Well, you won. What are going to do with me?”

  Whatever bravado Arbor walked into the room with had evaporated. With his arms pulled close to his side, he fingered the hem of his shirt. A glint of fear appeared in his eyes now the decision stood in front of him.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “What would you like to do?” Priest hadn’t expected Arbor’s hesitation, so he saw no harm in moving things along. He hadn’t organized the poker game to sit around and share stories.

  Arbor’s voice became tiny, even for his size. “I’d like to touch you…and make sure this is really happening.”

  “I think that’s a good start.”

  Arbor edged forward, his nervous fingers brushing Priest’s hips even as his gaze roamed around the man before him. Standing so close, he tipped his head back with an anxious smile to look at Priest’s face.

  “Can you lie down on the bed? I can reach you better that way.”

  Priest nodded with a smile as he climbed onto the bed. It must have been gigantic for the dwarf. Sprawling out on his back, Priest watched Arbor scramble around, climbing up using a small crate planted at the foot of the bed.

  Half kneeling, half lying down, Arbor stopped alongside Priest’s relaxed torso. Arbor reached out with tentative fingers, grazing the hairs on Priest’s chest, sending a shiver through him. He was still annoyed at how he’d been brought through the hallway, but all the titillation during the game left him with a craving that overrode his moment of humiliation. He could deal with that later. Right now, after having been denied more than once, he needed this.

  Arbor’s small hands splayed out across his chest, the pads warm and smooth against his skin. It was so polar opposite to the rough hands of the other crew members. Arbor had likely never worked hard labor in his life, assuming anyone would have let him.

  “Can I kiss you?” Arbor's timid question surprised Priest so much he repeated it in his head twice before he could respond.

  “Of course you can. This is all about fun. Why would you ask that?”

  Arbor averted his eyes. “Because I know you don’t really want me. You said yourself you weren’t planning on fucking the midget. I just want it to be good in case I don’t get another chance like this again.”

  As soon as the words were uttered, Priest wished he could take back his stupid comment. Once again, he’d spoken first without thinking and someone got hurt. Now he felt like a total fuckup. How many more times would it happen before he learned? It was no wonder Arbor was hesitating once the reality started setting in.

  Priest rolled forward, cupped Arbor’s head in his hands, and covered his mouth with his own.

  A pleading whimper escaped Arbor as his lips parted. Following the invitation, Priest dipped his tongue inside. Arbor’s hand fluttered to meet Priest’s, and the kiss went from nervous and timid to starved for attention. Every touch, every sound drew them both to a near frenzy. Priest struggled to find the urge to separate them enough to breathe. The kiss alone left him hard.

  “You need to be naked.” Now, Priest was into the evening's fun.

  Eyes lidded, Arbor he tore away his clothing. Priest would have laughed at how eager he was, but instead found himself entranced.

  Arbor’s skin was unblemished and his body held a nice musculature. His limbs were shortened, so the proportions were diminished, but it looked good on him. Balanced with his untamed hair, the smattering of fur in the center of his chest drew an enticing line down his flat stomach. It ended at a tight snarl above an ample dick, well out of proportion to the rest of him.

  “So much for the idea that a small guy comes with a small cock.”

  Arbor blushed. “Too bad it’s neglected so much.”

  “Not tonight it’s not.”

  If it was possible to make Arbor any hotter, that did the trick. Without a word, he urged Priest over onto his stomach and straddled his hips. The touch of Arbor’s buttocks atop his own was delicious. He knew exactly where Arbor’s cock rested by the heat along his spine.

  Arbor might have had small hands, but there was a proper strength in them as he began kneading Priest’s lower back, working his way north. Each movement ratcheted Priest into a new level of want, teetering on going straight to the main event.

  But Arbor t
ook his time, touching the flesh with his hands and signing each work with a wet kiss. Priest was so hard he was afraid he’d spend himself into the bed.

  Priest’s voice was raspy and muffled in the bedcovers. “Holy shit…Arbor, can I fuck you?” Arbor’s hands stilled. An unwelcome tension radiated from the contact and Priest never expected the stern reply.

  “No.”

  One quiet tiny syllable contained a volume of anger and hurt. Priest immediately backpedaled.

  “It’s all good, dude. This is your night. Do whatever you want with me.”

  A few seconds later, Arbor exhaled and the massage resumed, causing Priest to quickly return to the state of euphoria. Arbor only paused long enough to climb over to the nightstand and open the drawer. Straddling Priest’s thighs, he took a firm grip of the pilot’s buttocks. When Arbor pried them apart and dove in face first, Priest buried his face in the pillow to muffle the wanton howl.

  Arbor’s coarse chin burned the valley between Priest’s haunches as his tongue began licking and burrowing into the tender opening. This time it was Priest’s turn to whimper with need. He couldn’t stop himself from arching into the contact. When Arbor pulled back, Priest wanted to cry.

  At least until a slippery fingers traced the ring for a frustrating moment and slid inside.

  For long minutes, one hand squeezed his ass while the other strummed the knot inside his channel, causing Priest to spit out harsh moans with each stroke. Another finger was added before long, prepping him in the best way possible. Arbor might not have had long fingers, but damn it, they were getting the job done.

  “Shit…Arbor…Fuck me…please…” Trapped in a haze of mindless lust, Priest couldn’t keep himself from begging.

  For a moment the fingers disappeared, leaving Priest empty. Arbor’s weight shifted, and his impressive organ began pushing its way inside. Needing to be plundered so desperately, Priest ignored the knowledge of Arbor’s girth and encouraged it. The perfect thickness, Arbor's cock couldn’t avoid Priest’s prostate.

  “Oh shit!”

  Arbor stopped, a tinge of worry in his voice. “Are you okay?”

  “Do that again.”

  With a chuckle, Arbor pushed his whole body forward, impaling Priest to the base. He pushed back with a grunt, a wordless demand for a driving pace. Arbor did not disappoint, slamming into him as hard as he asked. Priest didn’t care what happened next, as long as Arbor didn’t stop. The pounding inside was building everything into a gradual detonation he eagerly awaited.

  Then Arbor pulled out.

  Priest panted as he complained. “What the fuck?”

  “Roll over already.” Arbor’s chest heaved with exertion, his eyes narrowed and commanding.

  Without another protest, Priest flipped onto his back, following Arbor’s silent request to pull his knees to his chest. Even in this vulnerable position, Priest admired Arbor’s hefty cock, a piece of wet stone jutting forward between his shortened thighs. Crawling forward, Arbor lined himself up and planted his pole back inside. Priest cried out in relief at the welcome intrusion.

  Priest flexed, trying to convince Arbor to start moving. Arbor reached over to a small bottle on the bed, poured a thin drizzle of oil into his palm, and began rubbing his hands together. Priest hissed when the slick grip enveloped his waiting cock, spreading the oil over every square centimeter of Priest’s genitals. Only once it was a purple, glistening column did Arbor rock his body, burying himself completely into Priest.

  Keeping control was proving to be a lost cause. Arbor was proving his talent for using his hands, and his big dick was smashing all sense out of Priest. His voice was raspy, pitching with each thrust.

  “Can’t last much longer.”

  Arbor snapped his hips harder. “Then don’t.”

  An uncontrollable howl broke loose as Priest erupted, each arc of release spattering his stomach and chest. He couldn’t stop himself from clenching down on Arbor’s cock with each pulse, and Arbor’s self-control went up in flames. He buried himself as far as he could go as he came hard, every muscle in his body a new study in sculptural relief.

  Unable to hold on any longer, Priest dropped his legs, even as Arbor slipped out and fell backward on the bed. Both men panted for long minutes as they cursed and giggled through the aftermath.

  “Damn, Arbor. For someone who doesn’t get out much, you do good work.” Priest’s cheek ached from his grin. It might have been permanently etched on to his face.

  “Well, if this was going to be a one-off, I wanted it to be worth it.”

  Priest nodded, even though Arbor couldn’t see. “Oh yeah, I’d say you succeeded.”

  “When you tell people about me, be sure to tell them the good stuff.”

  “Have no fear. Your review shall be stellar.”

  Arbor rolled over and climbed up against Priest’s chest. Priest draped an arm around him, floating in postcoital bliss, enjoying the intimacy. How long they stayed wrapped around each other was hard to determine. Priest refused to check the clock, even as Arbor’s fingertips drew lazy circles around his nipple.

  “Are you all worn out?” Arbor's question held a subtle taunt.

  Priest peeked down at Arbor even as his cock filled. “You good for another round?”

  “I get all night, right? Isn’t that the rules?”

  Priest gave out a lusty growl as he rolled over onto his hands and knees. “I am your willing playmate, sir.”

  Chapter Five

  “WHAT THE FUCK is this, Priest?”

  Mac watched as Arbor scrambled out of his Mess Hall chair and stalked toward the Santa Claus’s head pilot. When they sat down to dinner, Mac noticed an edge of discomfort running through Arbor, but Mac had put it off to being the new guy. Now he knew there was something specific bothering him. The sudden vitriol pouring off Arbor made Mac get up and follow him, if only to avoid another public incident with Priest.

  Arbor thrust his personal datapad into Priest’s line of sight. “You want to tell me what this looks like?”

  The raised eyebrows and thin smirk on Priest’s face spoke volumes. “It looks like Mr. Wiggles.”

  “Mr. Wiggles?” Craning his head over Arbor, Mac reached over and turned the screen by turning Arbor’s wrist. “Oh cute! You have a sock monkey! Is this picture in Engineering? Why…?” Mac’s expression deadpanned as he realized what was happening. “Oh, wait…there’s a ransom note attached. Shit.” Frowning, Mac turned on Priest. “You didn’t.”

  Arbor didn’t wait for a response. “The message said, ‘Come to Engineering or you’ll never see Mr. Wiggles alive again.’ Then I went to where the holo showed, but he wasn’t there. Then I got another com that sent me somewhere else.” Arbor jammed a finger into Priest’s chest. “Where is he?”

  Priest’s mouth went tight to contain his laughter. “I have no idea.”

  Arbor’s jaw tightened and his whole body quaked in rage. “Bullshit! You’re the only one who’s been in my room, so it has to be you!” A few snickers could be heard from other dining crew members. It was clear multiple people were already involved and watching this new scene.

  “Arbor, it’s a prank.” Mac placed his hand on Arbor’s shoulder in a vain hope to calm him down. “Every so often the crew snatches a personal effect and they pass it around from one person to the next. They send an encrypted ransom note to make the owner run around. It’s kind of an initiation of sorts.”

  “Has it ever happened to you?”

  Priest snorted. “He’s the captain’s boy. We like our nuts where they are, thank you very much.”

  “Why would you do that to me?”

  Priest shrugged with an exaggerated disbelief. “It was just a little payback.”

  “Payback for what?”

  Eyes narrowing, Priest leaned forward until his nose nearly brushed Arbor’s. “You led me down the hall, in front of people, by my dick. Just evening the score a bit.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he straightened slow and deliberate
ly, and gave Arbor a taunting grin.

  “I can’t believe you did that to me.”

  “Why are you making such a big deal about this? We’re just having a little fun.”

  Arbor spun to Mac, his eyes nearly crazed. “They stole my personal property! Make the captain force them to give it back!”

  He stepped so close, Mac had no choice but to put up his hands to create some distance. “First off, no one makes the captain do anything. Even me. Second, you’re best off playing along. Eventually, they get tired and one day it’ll show back up at your quarters unharmed. The more upset you get, the longer it plays out.”

  Arbor snarled. “I’ll just talk to the captain myself.”

  “Arbor, you know he had reservations on you being able to fit in. Even if he sides with you, he’ll just see it as if you can’t get along with the crew.”

  Arbor’s eyes glistened and his voice quivered. “Who has him, Priest?”

  The smug grin bled away into sad regret as Priest shook his head. “I don’t know. Each person picks the next handler. He could be with anyone right now.”

  “I’ll hack the encrypted coms. That’ll show me who has him.” Arbor’s torso was racked with tremors as he ground his teeth.

  Mac hated to do it but had to throw a warning at Arbor. “Don’t. You don’t have security clearance and you’ll wind up in the brig and off the ship at the next port. Arbor, calm down. Nothing’s going to happen to Mr. Wiggles. Why don’t we sit back down and finish our dinner.”

  “No thanks. My appetite’s gone.”

  Arbor turned and stormed out of the Mess Hall, knocking over a chair that made the mistake of being in his path. Mac gripped Priest’s arm when he made to follow. Crew members who had been watching began whispering among themselves.

  “Don’t, Priest. Let him calm down.”

  Priest’s whole body slumped as his voice grew repentant. “I want to say I’m sorry. I never thought he’d get this mad over it. It was supposed to be funny.”

  Balling up his fist, Mac laid one solid punch to Priest’s shoulder.

  “Ow! What was that for?”