Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage

by Viola Grace

  Baron felt him wrists being unshackled. “Derek!”

  He was gone. Just like that. Quickly Baron dressed, bracing himself for when the onslaught of law enforcement agents barrelled through the flowers to get to him.

  “Where is he?” someone shouted. Weapons were aimed at him.

  Baron put up a hand. “Who?”

  “Derek Spencer, the cleaner. He was here.”

  Baron shook his head.

  “We know,” one of them said. “I’m a cleaner. When we let our guard down, even Spencer can be found.”

  He fell silent. He had put himself at risk to be with him. He had to protect him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Someone grabbed his arm. “Come with me.”

  He wasn’t sure what in hell Derek had meant by I guess we’ll both get what we need, until he was taken to the interrogation room. The cleaner’s name was Franklin. He was fair-haired, tall and built like a god. Were there no unattractive cleaners? When he dangled the handcuffs in front of him and told him to strip, he pretended that he was insulted, but secretly, he was excited as hell. Of course, Franklin knew that. He could read his thoughts.

  As he began to strip, he watched him silently, leaning against the locked door. They couldn’t kill him, couldn’t really hurt him too much. He was an ambassador so he guessed they’d have to torture him in other ways.

  “Derek was in a hurry. He didn’t have time to get you off, did he, Baron?” came the soft silky voice.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Going to be stubborn, are you? You like it rough? You like cleaners.”

  Oh yes, he loved cleaners. Standing there naked, he feigned embarrassment.

  “Put your arms out to your sides. Go over there and lay on the table, flat on your back.”

  Yum. He was excited, but that excitement was mixed with fear. He was afraid for Derek, but his cock was so hard.

  “Put your arms over your head,” Franklin snapped. “Do it now.”

  As he did, Franklin grabbed his wrists and shackled them. Baron felt his gaze move over every inch of him. His dick stiffened even more.

  “Nice cock,” he felt a hand cuff it. “Thick, hard, needy. Is your ass needy, too? What about these nipples?” A brutal pinch on one, then both together, tugging, nipping with teeth.

  “Ooh…ooh…”

  “Wait until we find Derek. Wait until I tell you what I have in store for him.”

  “Don’t hurt him. I—”

  “You love Derek, don’t you?”

  “No, I mean…yes but…” A hand was tormenting his cock. Suddenly he felt his body sliding down the table.

  “Get your knees up, thighs spread, and don’t close them. I plan to have a party tonight, me and a few other cleaners.”

  Baron squirmed on the table.

  “We’ll need to really oil that hole of yours since we plan to use it again and again.”

  Baron moaned as he felt a finger delve into his anus. It roughly began to fuck him. His teeth began to chatter.

  You like that, baby?

  Derek, where are you? Shush, he’ll hear you.

  It’s okay. He’s a friend of mine. Tonight, you’ll be used like you’ve never been used before. Are you ready?

  Oh yeah…but when will I see you again?

  Soon. Very soon.

  “One night,” Franklin said, clamping both nipples, “we’ll catch up with Derek. I’ll hang him from that beam naked and torment his luscious body, force you to watch on your knees with your tits clamped and your ass plugged. Would you like that?”

  “The pain, the pain,” he shouted as the clamps tightened and his cock was slapped brutally.

  Suddenly the door opened and several men stepped in.

  “The slut is here,” Franklin said. “He’s a traitor. Do what you want.”

  His cock was pumping.

  Keep the image of me in your mind, hanging naked, my body used while you watch.

  Oh, baby, thank you. Thank you.

  Hands moved over his body, unclamped his tits, played with them, then put the clamps back on. Other hands handled his cock, his balls, fingered his anus. One cock plugged his mouth, another cock began to thrust into his ass. A tongue moved across a clamped nipple, laving it, then biting, pulling it, teasing the clamp. Baron cried out. Use me, use me. And they did. “We’ll both get what we want.” Yes, Derek was free, and one day would come to him, allow himself to experience this pleasure, and he…well…he had exactly what he wanted…right here and right now.

  GREEN EYES

  D.J. Manly

  He was the kind of man that got noticed in a crowd, hard and muscular body, thick, wavy black hair, beautifully enigmatic. When I first saw him standing across from me, leaning against the bar, I thought, yeah, there’s a man who’s never had to worry about getting dumped. He had ‘em lined up, one after another, a different flavour every night for every night of the week. Guy’s like that were bad news.

  I was preparing to look away, but then I saw his eyes. Green—no, not just green, a beautiful, luminous shade of emerald green. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t look away.

  He smiled at me, and I don’t think it was meant to be flirtatious. It was just a smile, the kind of smile one gave to a stranger in an airport, polite and cordial, but that smile made me his. I was caught, trapped, hypnotised. The music faded into the background and the noisy crowd of revellers went away. There were only those incredible green eyes, and my captivity.

  He lifted his glass to me. I think I blushed, realising that he knew I was staring at him with sheer adoration. The music suddenly blasted in my ears like a radio being switched up to full volume. I was grateful for the dimly lit bar. I welcomed the pushy people who elbowed past me, bellowing in my ear. I turned my back, decided that there was no way in hell I was walking into the fire again. I absently watched men strut their stuff on the dance floor in front of me. Tall, short, thin, fat, bald, they were all different, yet all strangely the same. They all wanted to find the one, even if they pretended they didn’t. They wanted someone who’d be there with them through thick and thin, someone to hold, someone to talk to. But a quick blowjob and heartbreak was all they’d find in these places. Their hopefulness was heart wrenching. Green-eyed beauties were far and few between here, and those rare birds were never for keeps.

  “So who was he?” a deep voice said suddenly in my ear.

  My eyes widened as I turned to look into those green eyes. He was standing at my elbow. “Huh? What did you say?”

  “You heard me,” he smiled. “You’re just stalling for time.”

  He was right. I had heard him. I wasn’t sure what the question was. “So I haven’t seen you in here before, have I?”

  He shrugged those perfect, broad shoulders. He was at least a head taller than I was. He lowered himself, drew closer to me. “What’s your name?”

  “Kyle. And you?” He had completely invaded my space.

  “You can call me—”

  “Green eyes,” I blurted, “you have the most incredible green eyes.” I inched away a little, feeling the heat from his body. I bumped into another guy, excusing myself.

  He smiled. “Thank you, Kyle.” His voice was deep and smooth, almost musical.

  “Ah, for what?”

  “For the compliment.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I said, feeling utterly stupid.

  “You’re a romantic,” he pointed out.

  “Ah, no, not really.”

  He laughed.

  “Why did you say that?”

  He shrugged again.

  “You’re not from around here?”

  “No,” he said. “I’m not.”

  “So, what do you do?”

  He smiled. It wasn’t an airport smile this time. It was the most seductive smile I’d ever seen. “What would you like me to do?”

  “I…ah…whoa,” I laughed nervously. “I didn’t mean anything like that. I’m just
making conversation.”

  “Is that why you came here tonight, to make conversation?”

  “Well, I…” I wet my lips.

  “This is not the best place to have it.”

  “Have what?” I stared into my empty glass, then motioned to the bartender.

  “Conversation. But, you didn’t come here to talk,” he persisted, his lips close to my ear.

  “Look,” I said, glancing at him as I slid some money toward the bartender, “I don’t think you should presume to know what I came here for.” I shrugged away from him.

  “But I do know,” he said. “I know exactly what you came here for. Put him behind you, Kyle. He never deserved you.”

  I slowly turned my body to him again. “Do you know Adam? Did he send you here?”

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know that I…”

  “I know you have a good heart. I know your cock is hard. And your pulse is beating just a little bit faster than normal for your kind.”

  “My kind?” I echoed, squishing up my face. There was no denying green eyes was beautiful. Unfortunately, he was certifiable.

  He met my gaze. “I’m not crazy. I assure you.”

  I gulped some air. “I never said you were crazy.”

  “You were thinking it.”

  I shook my head, drained my glass.

  “That won’t help.”

  “Huh?”

  “The drinking, it won’t take away the ache.”

  “What do you know? Guys like you don’t know anything about loss.”

  “I assure you, I do.”

  I looked at him in disbelief. “Some guy dumped you? Ha, give me a break. He must have been insane.”

  “It wasn’t a guy.”

  “If you’re straight, you’re in the wrong place, buddy.”

  “What is…ah…straight?” He gave me a curious look.

  “Come on, you know, not queer.”

  “Queer is strange. Are you all strangers here?”

  I laughed. He looked genuinely confused. “How much have you had to drink?”

  “I don’t drink inhibitors. It impedes performance. If I am impaired, I can’t give my partner what he needs.”

  “Where did you say you were from again?”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Why, is it a secret?”

  “It’s not a secret. I just don’t want to talk about it. I no longer belong there.”

  “Why not? Are you running from the law?”

  “No. I have already been sentenced.” He looked away.

  “What do you mean, sentenced? You escaped from prison?”

  “No. Not prison. This is my punishment, forever to please, never to be pleased.”

  I pushed the half drunk glass of alcohol away. Either I was becoming more intoxicated or he was getting crazier. “Now, don’t take offence to this but…ah…you’re beautiful, really you are. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful man, but you’re a little off, you know?”

  “No, I don’t know. What is…off?”

  “Out there somewhere, ah, are you on meds?”

  “Meds?”

  “Drugs of any kind?”

  “No.” He smiled, shaking his head. “I realise I may sound a little different. But you are different from the other men here, too. You have the heart. Take me to your home. I will heal your broken heart, Kyle.”

  Sadness gripped me. Is that what I had, a broken heart? Tears stung my eyes. I forced them back.

  “Tell me,” he urged. “Why did he leave you? You were bonded. You were his anchor.”

  “Stop it,” I said. Those green eyes were blazing into my very soul. How could he possibly know these things?

  “I’m sorry. I think I was drawn to you, Kyle, because we are both broken. I don’t know how to fix myself, but I know how to fix you. If it’s any consolation to you, he will crawl back on his knees. He knows what a mistake he made. I hope you have the strength to resist him. He will hurt you again and again. It’s in his nature. He can’t help himself.”

  “I won’t take him back,” I said stiffly.

  “Where do you live?”

  “I’m not taking you home.” I laughed a little, immensely flattered and just a little giddy at the thought of making love with this gorgeous man.

  “But you want to.”

  “I…yes, damnit, of course I do. I’d have to be blind, numb from the waist down. But you’re weird. And I’m not sure if it would be safe to…you’re a stranger. You could be an axe murderer for all I know.”

  “I’m not an axe murderer,” he said. “I won’t hurt you, Kyle. I only want to love you. I must. Maybe this way, I’ll be forgiven.”

  “Forgiven for what?”

  “For losing my heart.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I know.” He smiled, reaching for my hand. “Please. Take me home, Kyle.”

  I didn’t turn on the lamp. The only light in my bedroom came from the full moon outside. Its illumination bathed the room in a surreal haze, clinging to his body, giving it depth and definition, highlighting the waves and muscular beauty of his form in an intensity that held me in its sway. He took off his clothes without fanfare, as if it made little difference to him if he was naked or dressed. He urged me to sit on the side of the bed and he bent and took off my shoes and socks. As he did, his soft dark hair fell forward. I breathed in its fragrance, my fingers straining to touch it. He moved away before I could. He pressed me onto the bed. Slowly he undid the buttons of my shirt, spreading it open. He lowered his lips to my chest and kissed me there, trailing his tongue around one nipple, grabbing it gently between his teeth, then treating the other in the same way. That soft hair tickled my stomach as he moved down, his finger deftly undoing my jeans. He lifted out my erection almost reverently, sliding his thumb down the shaft to the head.

  I sucked in some air.

  He looked up. Those shining green eyes seemed to be even brighter.

  I caught my breath. It wasn’t possible.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “It’s all right. Everything is all right.”

  I had no time to be afraid. Fear, if I had any, disintegrated the moment he took my cock into his mouth. He crawled up on the bed on his knees, separated my legs and began to suck my cock in a way I’d never experienced before. The thing’s he was doing with his tongue and his lips was setting my entire body on fire. I curled my toes. I clutched the bedspread in my fists. I bit down into my bottom lip so hard, I drew blood. And then the sounds escaped my lips, sounds which rang foreign to my ears. I thrashed, I pleaded. And yet, he kept on, reaching for my hand at one time, squeezing it in his. My cock was in his throat and his throat had taken on a life of its own, the muscles working, my cock pumping.

  Suddenly, his other hand slid underneath me. Fingers worked up inside of me, finding nerve endings deeply embedded under my skin, forcing the ring of muscles to submit, to surrender to sheer pleasure.

  I was coming, and not at all quietly. I let out a shout, which surely must have awoken the neighbours down the street. My entire body sang. Tears of joy cascaded down my face and my chest heaved with the exertion of the most boisterous orgasm I’d ever known. And he wasn’t finished.

  He reared up over me and kissed me deeply. I sighed as his body met mine, wrapping my arms and legs around his carved body with a deep, satisfied groan. He allowed me to wander my hands all over him, squeeze his delightfully, hard round ass cheeks, breathe in the heavenly scent of him and rub my face against his soft hair. I didn’t even know his name.

  He grabbed my legs and hiked them over those marvellous, square shoulders. He looked down at me with those incredibly bright emerald eyes. “Look at me, Kyle. Feel me. And know how much you’re worth.”

  I opened my mouth to say something, but then I felt his cock enter me. My words came out as a moan. I licked my lips. He went deeper. I grunted. I couldn’t believe that I was taking his cock so easily, no lube and no condom. I sudd
enly felt a twinge of uneasiness about not using a condom.

  “It’s okay,” he said, stroking my hair, leaning in to kiss my lips gently as he pushed a little deeper, “its safe. I promise you.”

  I looked into those eyes and I believed him. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew it was the truth.

  He hiked my legs higher, adjusted himself, moved his hips in a way that caused me to dig my head back into the pillow and whisper something, which might have been a prayer.

  He put his hand on my cock, stroked it gently. I was hard again and his hardness inside me was solid and constant. He moved out, almost, then slowly back in. He wrenched more sounds from my chest, sounds of extreme pleasure. I bucked under him. He increased his pace, in and out, then in, waiting, moving from left to right, out, faster, faster, slow, fast, slow. “Oh My God…Jesus… yes…yes…ahhhhhhhhh.”

  That was me. I reached up to him, grabbed his hair, trailed my fingers over his chest, flicked one of his nipples, supple, stiff and delectable, like the rest of him. He was still fucking me. My cock was pumping hard. He stroked me, fucked me, stroked me and I broke like a dam, the water rushing free, release, euphoria. Joy.

  He stayed inside of me for a while, knowing somehow that I wanted him there, still hard, filling me completely, making me his. He touched my face, ran his fingers through my sweat-soaked hair, spoke my name. I searched his face with wonder. Those beautiful eyes seemed less bright suddenly, but none the less beautiful.

  He finally withdrew. He lay beside me, took my hand. “Are you happy?”

  “Happy?” I echoed. No. Happy wasn’t the word. I don’t think there was a word.

  “Good,” he said.

  I looked at him. I snuggled closer, ran my hand over his thigh. His cock was hard. I suddenly realised that he hadn’t come inside of me. “You didn’t.”

  “No,” he said.

  “Let me do something for you.” I sat up. “I can suck you.”

  “It’s okay. It’s not what I’m here for.”