by H. C. Brown
“Oh yes, Apollo… yes.” This one would enjoy spanking. He lifted her across his knees. Trisa’s hard nipples pressed against his thigh, and her silky hair brushed his legs. Inhaling her rich, feminine scent, Fane pushed his mind into the character of Apollo. He would give her the ultimate experience in the hope that Gryd would give him more assignments like this one. He ran his hand over Trisa’s back in a long, sensual caress and cupped her plump bottom. He squeezed. She had such smooth skin, unmarked and the color of alabaster. The Commissioner had never disciplined his wife.
Fane stroked her from ass to thigh and took his time exploring the cleft of her ass and down to probe her soaking pussy Trisa moaned under his touch; her skin pebbled into goose flesh. He pressed his fingers into her soft thighs. “You are a very bad girl to seek a lover. You have a husband. I think I should punish you.”
“Yes, I’ve been bad.” Trisa lifted her hips. “Punish me, Apollo.”
“Oh, I’ll punish you, sweet thing.” Fane chuckled. “Then I’m going to fuck you … you want me to fuck your tight ass, don’t you?”
“Please…”
He started with each thigh, lingering on the sweet spot where the buttocks met the leg. Alternating harsh slaps with slow, soothing strokes of his hand. The loud smacks echoed around the room, punctuated by Trisa’s shrieks of delight. By the time, he moved to her bottom, she was writhing in ecstasy. His handprints covered her flesh, and her skin glowed like a ripe peach. Sliding his fingers into her wet pussy, he finger fucked her slowly until she trembled against his knees.
Fane groaned. Trisa’s scent filled his nostrils, his cock pressed hard into her belly. His temperature rose, sweat coated his body. I must find release. Fane dipped his fingers into her hot, wet pussy again, drawing the moisture up the cleft of her ass to coat her tight star. “You are so wet, Trisa. I believe you enjoyed the punishment.” He pushed his thumb into her ass.
“You take me so close to climax and yet deny me release.” Trisa lifted her head. “Fuck me, Apollo, fuck me now.”
With a groan, Fane picked her up. Holding her against his chest, he nuzzled her cheek, then turned and dropped her onto her back on the blue silk sheets. Trisa fell back, breathing heavily, her long, dark hair spread across the pillows. She opened her legs in invitation, her lips curled in a smug smile. Fane knelt between her legs, and then slid his body along the full length of her. He liked to test a female’s submissive nature by her reaction to the weight of his body. Trisa responded by lifting her slim arms above her head in total submission. Smiling, Fane met her sultry gaze, sensing she wanted him to kiss her. He turned his head away, denying her that pleasure. No one must know his saliva carried a potent aphrodisiac. “Lift up your legs; wrap them around my waist.”
Trisa gripped his shoulders, her long nails tearing into his flesh. Fane enjoyed the pain she inflicted and growled. He bent his head, took a nipple into his mouth, and bit gently. She tasted of rose-scented soap. Rocking his hips, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her slick pussy. He lifted his head to watch her face, and then, with a jerk of his hips, he entered her. Sliding deep, Fane gasped at the intensity of her heat. Trisa’s blue eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she gave a long, satisfied moan.
Fane rode her hard, plunging deep into her writhing body. Pleasure built quickly with each delightful thrust. His balls ached. Shimmers of erotic bliss hurtled into his cock. He buried his face in her pert breasts and suckled, nipping at the nipples until her moans of delight shattered his control.
He struggled to hold on, refusing to finish before Trisa climaxed. Rolling his hips, he changed the angle and plunged harder. Trisa’s long fingers tangled in his hair; she bucked and sobbed as she found her release. Fane drove in deep and gave in to the pleasure. White spots danced before his eyes, and he came in long, sizzling spurts in a mind-blowing climax. He fell forward. The room moved in and out of focus. Under his cheek, Trisa’s heart pounded, and her damp body trembled against him. With one last swipe of his tongue across her rosy nipple, he drew a deep breath and slid from her. There could be no afterglow. He must act like a machine and drag himself from her warm embrace like a good cyborg.
“You are remarkable.” Trisa blew the hair from her eyes. “Come here and cuddle me.” She frowned. “Oh, yes, never mind. Gryd told me you have no emotions so I don’t even have to thank you, do I?”
I should thank you. She had asked a direct question. Keep the answer short and unemotional. “No, madam.”
God, he craved intimacy. He enjoyed his brief interludes with Jace, but he remembered the joy of spooning and wanted to wake up beside a woman or reach for her in the night. A family would be nice, children. He shook his head. This life had sounded like a dream come true. He rolled off the bed and without a backward glance at Trisa, left the room. Head high, he walked to the cyborg shower room. Yes, any single man would want his enhancements and the huge salary they had been promised, all this just to fuck women. Gryd had considered Fane’s expertise in BDSM an added bonus.
He moved into the shower cubicle and turned on the hot water. They had not told him he could never return to Earth, or that men would abuse his body. Fane’s hands balled into fists. The contract was a ruse—machines cannot sign contracts.
Fane pressed his head against the wall of the stainless steel shower. Scalding water spilled over him. Through the billowing clouds of steam, he turned his head to see Jace move into the next cubicle. Computer, connect me to Jace, Mind Speak. “Jace.”
“Leave me be.” Jace’s haunted gaze lifted to Fane’s face. “I need to sort out my head” He turned on the shower.
Concerned, Fane stared at his friend and swallowed hard. His back was covered in deep welts. “Wanna talk about it?”
“No! Just leave me the fuck alone.”
Fane rubbed soap all over his body, washed his hair, and stepped from the cubicle. He glanced at his friend. Jace was sitting on the shower stall floor, his head resting on his knees. Fane’s gut tightened. Jace was unbreakable what the fuck had Gryd done to him? “I’m not leaving you alone in this state. What happened to you?”
“Gryd had a couple of special male friends for me.” Jace lifted his head. His long hair stuck to his face, his expression a mask of despair. “We have to make the escape plan work. I can’t do this anymore.”
“We’ll make it work.”
“Well, we’d better. If I could turn off the pain of being raped by six men this wouldn’t be an issue. Trouble is, Gryd noticed my, let’s say, reluctance. He probably believes I’ve been acting to please his special friends.” Jace rubbed both hands over his face. “Which means more of the same and I can’t do it anymore.
Fane moved into the air dryer, his gaze not leaving his friend. “What special friends? There were only two men, and they pleasured the female I punished.”
“Gryd had six ugly brutes from another planet. I took the female into another private room. They wanted to watch me make love to her, and then they took their pleasure with me. I enjoy a ménage, but this… fuck… they held me down and raped me. It was brutal and did in my head.”
A shiver ran down Fane’s back. For once, the fact he had rugged features pleased him. Jace’s uniquely handsome face was a magnet for Gryd’s guests, and today they clearly had wanted some rough action. , Fane’s heart filled with emotion. Glad that the bathroom his them from Gryd’s gaze, he stepped into the shower, pulled Jace to his feet, and drew him into his arms. He pressed kisses to Jace’s cheek and stroked his back. “What happened? You should talk it out.”
“At first, they said they wanted to see me in action with the female.” Jace buried his face in Fane’s neck and held him tight. “After, they took me to Gryd’s dungeon and tied me to a bench. They whipped me—I wish they had killed me. They were from Trans—more beast than humanoid.”
“God, Jace, I’m so sorry this happened to you. Fuck! What can I do to make this go away?”
“Just hold me.” Jace rested his head on Fan’s s
houlder. “I can’t get their ugly faces out of my mind. Have you ever had a session with one of them?”
Fane recalled the screams coming from one of Gryd’s pleasure rooms and the rancid sweat smell oozing into the passageway. He’d walked past a line of Trans warriors waiting their turn of a young female. They enjoyed torture and not many slaves survived a session. So they’d moved to cyborgs now? No doubt Gryd had tired of covering up the deaths of slaves. His heart squeezed with compassion for Jace. He held him close. “No, but I’ve seen them recently. I recall a technician speaking about them. Apparently they’re well known for their brutality.”
“Brutal is too nice a word for them, sadists more like. They acted like animals. They all took turns.” Jace lifted his head and met Fane’s gaze. “Gryd told them that I was a machine devoid of pain and emotion.” He spat. “Fuck. I can’t get the taste of them out of my mouth.”
“Then kiss me and I’ll take away their taste.” Fane lifted Jace’s chin, and slid his mouth across his trembling lips. Water tumbled over them, making it hard to breathe. He kissed Jace with gentle passion, allowing his aphrodisiac saliva to run across his friend’s tongue. “I’ll ask Commander 7 for some time to hone our skills. He’s never refused before and they’ll not monitor us in the practice area. Don’t worry, I’ll make you forget about Gryd’s fucking visitors… tonight… I promise.”
“God, Fane, I don’t think even you can fix me this time. It was a fucking nightmare. “He shook his head and his eyes filled with emotion. “Worst of all, Gryd overrode my AI and made me come.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “I didn’t want to come for those pigs. It annoys me that after training for so long to control my AI, Gryd can still override everything I do.”
“We’ll be free of him soon.” Fane smiled at him. “And tonight you’ll come because you want to.” He moved away. “I’ll see you later.”
Fane left Jace in the shower block and strolled along the passageway to his cell. Commander 7 moved from the main control post to unlock the door. Fane lifted his chin and met the man’s critical gaze. “I pleased Gryd today with a new technique. May I take Jace down to the practice area and instruct him this evening?”
“It’s your down time.” Commander 7 rubbed his chin, walked toward the control pad, and punched in a series of numbers. “I’ll give you two hours.”
Chapter Two
Later that evening, the door to his cell clicked open, and Fane strode into the hallway. He linked to Jace in Mind Speak. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. I just needed time to delete a few of the worst memories. Having a computer for a brain does have its benefits. Although, knowing I’d be meeting you for some lovin’ took the edge off.”
Fane grinned. “Try not to blush when I pick you up for our date.”
“I’m fucking hard just thinking about it.” Jace stepped from his cell and stared blankly ahead. “Do you think the Commander will notice my hard on?”
Fane bit the inside of his cheek. “Tease.”
Fighting the desire to touch Jace’s tight ass, Fane followed him along the passageway and down the dark steps to the practice area. Free of CT observation, Commander 7 used this room for training new cyborgs. Since Gryd trained new recruits off-planet now, this area remained deserted most of the time. The room held a few implements of torture, whips, ropes, and floggers. A plain bench with hoops for bondage sat in the middle of the room. There was stack of thick, rubber mats resting against one wall. And, as the Commander liked ass, a ready supply of lube in distinctive, blue tubes filled a bowl on a table near the door.
Inside the training area, Fane punched a sequence into the keypad to lock the door. He turned and took in the raw masculinity of his friend. Jace, delighted in Fane’s flogger. Since their embrace in the shower, Fane had planned a scene to replace Jace’s nightmare. From his earlier reaction, the sweet man could not go on deceiving Gryd and any slip up would alert Gryd that Jace’s AI had malfunctioned.
Fane moved toward the table and stopped to view the implements on display. He pushed a tube of lube into his pocket, and then selected a flogger from the table. He turned and faced him. Jace had the soulful eyes of an archangel, and Fane paused, heart pounding in awe of this beautiful man. A Dom who looked like him, who enjoyed switch play, was a dream come true. Fane cleared his throat. “Drag one of those mats over here.” He waited for Jace to comply. “Take of your clothes and assume the position.”
“Yes, Master.” Jace dropped to his knees and locked his hands behind his back.
Fane trailed the flogger over Jace’s red-streaked back. He gazed down at him. Fuck, the beasts had cut him up bad. Fane pulled off his shirt and tossed it to one side. He lifted the flogger, trailed the ribbons up Jace’s thighs, across his rounded buttocks, and slowly up his ribs. He walked around Jace, moving the flogger across cheek and chin. How can I strike broken skin?
The thrill of the trust Jace bestowed on him made his heart swell. “Get onto the mat. Lie on your back, legs pulled up against your chest. Let me see your ass.”
Jace complied. Fane stood with his feet on either side of Jace’s head and flicked the flogger along the cleft of his ass. With short slaps, he drew the flogger across Jace’s belly and swiped the leather ribbons over Jace’s flat nipples. The sound of Jace’s moans of delight made him hard. Both of his cocks pressed uncomfortably against the front of his pants. “Do you want more? “
“I want you, Master.” Jace smiled. “I need you.”
Fane threw the flogger into the corner. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled the lube from his pants’ pocket.
“With you, pain is a pleasure.” Jace wet his lips. “Please, Master.”
He gazed down at Jace’s flushed face. His eyes bore into Fane’s with a fierce intensity. Fane groaned and stripped off his pants. He knelt on the mat and gazed at his man, open and waiting for him. With strong, deliberate movements, he applied lube to Jace’s bruised star. He settled between Jace’s knees and bent to press kisses across his belly. Dipping his tongue in Jace’s navel, Fane then moved upward to lick a path up his muscular chest. He nibbled Jace’s tiny, erect nipples. Jace’s long fingers twisted in his hair.
Fane lifted his head and inhaled Jace’s unique, masculine fragrance. He met Jace’s gaze, and then crushed his full mouth in a possessive kiss. Their tongues tangled, and Fane lingered for a long time, allowing Jace to take the comfort he needed. With one cock resting against Jace’s puckered ass and the other stroking Jace’s twin shafts, Fane moved his hips and eased inside with gentle care. He gazed into his lover’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, but take it slow, man.”
Fane rocked gently, sinking deeper with each stroke. His attention never wavered from Jace’s face. He wanted to make it good for him and thrust in slow deliberation. “Still good?”
“Yeah, don’t hold back.”
Fane increased the pace, marveling at Jace’s tightness after an afternoon of abuse. He continued to kiss and caress his damaged lover. He murmured words of encouragement. Jace responded by lifting his head to kiss him with passion. Slick with sweat, Fane rode him, overjoyed at his normal, loving response.
“I’m gonna come all over you.” Jace broke the kiss and smiled wickedly.
Fane reared back on his heels and grasped Jace’s hips. “Oh, I’m so gonna fill your ass.” He drove in hard and gave himself up to the delight of cyborg love.
Sated, Fane fell on top of his cum-slicked lover. “Was that good for you?” He slid from him and drew him into his arms.
“You didn’t hurt me, you just made me want more.” Jace touched Fane’s cheek.
Fane cupped Jace’s face and kissed him hard. He drew back and met Jace’s smoky gaze. “Why do you think I dream of a girl when I have you?”
“Oh, I dream too.” Jace chuckled. “Of fucking two sweet subs… we dream of what we can’t have.”
The next morning, Fane sat opposite Jace in the small canteen. They avoided the oth
er men and other than making a few general remarks communicated with Mind Speak. They had plans to make. Commander 7 moved toward the table, sporting a wide grin. Fane ignored the stink of the sweaty man and met his gaze, keeping his face neutral. What did the asshole want? His daily sessions had been downloaded overnight.
“Well, well, well. Looks like you two are moving up the ladder.” The Commander stared down at them with his hands on his hips. “The boss is sending you to the Upload Center. Finish eating lunch and report to the technicians.” He turned and strode from the room.
“This might just work to our advantage.” Jace returned to his food and moved the food around on his plate. “Download as much information as you can: star charts and how to maintain our computers. Find specifications on any technology or craft we can use.”
Casting his eyes down, Fane cut through his steak. “Languages and the knowledge to pilot any type of transport vehicle.” He glanced up at Jace. “We know how to turn off our personal tracking devices, but they will be able to follow the ship. Unless I can access the ship’s mainframe and disable it. “ He glanced over his shoulder and watched the Commander leave. He turned back to the table and met Jace’s gaze. “I’ve been monitoring the local area for the past few weeks. A wormhole opened in Sector 8 yesterday that might suit us, it’s uncharted, but what choice do we have?”
“Fuck.” Jace reached casually for his beer. “That could take us anywhere—even back in time.”
“I’m counting on it. We have one chance at this. If they catch us Gryd will kill us. We need to get as far away as possible. The wormhole is the best option. There is no second chances. I’ll program a flight plan into my AI.” Fane smiled. “Think positively. Can you imagine how much gold we could make with our knowledge of technology? We had better add history of the planets in the Local Group to the download.”
