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Enslaved by a King
He willingly sacrificed himself for others' freedom…
Abducted and sold to a vicious alien, humble dockworker Noah Cameron never thought he’d be a hero, but when he’s offered a choice between gaining his own freedom or freeing hundreds of slaves, Noah chooses the good of the many and willingly enslaves himself to a king.
Desperate and determined, Mingor Faur allows Noah to believe he’s a simple king when the truth is much more complicated. Mingor needs Noah at his side for protection, but he never anticipated falling in love.
As the two come to terms with their agreement and delve deeper into a powerful bond, they can’t resist the indomitable forces pulling them apart.
When faced with a situation similar to what he placed Noah in, will Mingor choose the good of the many, or will he do anything to keep Noah?
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary, Science Fiction
Length: 39,510 words
ENSLAVED BY A KING
Sold! 5
Anitra Lynn McLeod
EVERLASTING CLASSIC
MANLOVE
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ENSLAVED BY A KING
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ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
“I have never seen a more strong or arrogant-looking slave.”
Come closer and you’ll get a lot more than a glance, asshole. I’ll gladly you show you firsthand that my muscles aren’t just for show. That was what Noah Cameron was thinking, but he knew he wouldn’t do anything, not with his shock collar on. His owner loved putting him on display for his seemingly endless parade of guests, but it simply wouldn’t do to have his human slave beating the crap out of his weird alien visitors. To that end, Noah was forced to contain his aggression or suffer progressively harsher electrical jolts. He was pretty sure there was a lethal blast if he really pissed off his master.
However, if he could do as he pleased, he’d kick Fissure Face right in his hideous head. Noah had seen a lot of aliens while standing around like a living statue, but the Mahadocon was one of the ugliest. A long, wrinkly fissure went right down the center of his shit-colored face. Because of his odd physical makeup, his mouth moved sideways rather than up and down, which made it look like a talking butthole. Worse, besides sounding unbelievably nasty, his tone was as grating as two pieces of Styrofoam being rubbed vigorously together. His bulbous eyes were sad-looking and the same crap color as the rest of him. Or her. It was difficult to tell the sex of some of the creatures who went past Noah’s platform.
“What does he do?” Fissure Face asked, lifting his head and peering more intently at Noah’s naked body.
Noah could have given him a long list a month ago about what he did, but that was before he’d been sold at an alien slave auction. Even now, he still couldn’t believe what had happened to him. There Noah was, minding his own business, working on a ship packed with hundreds of massive metal crates, when he’d suddenly been naked on a stage. After a lengthy display, that included an astonishing climax, he’d been scrubbed down and given to a guy who looked like a seven-foot-tall, anthropomorphic white tiger wearing what looked like black leather pants. He was humanoid in all respects but for the fur and fangs.
Noah had thought he was tripping pretty damn heavy, especially when the tiger talked to him and he could understand what he said. He was just getting to the point of thinking the tiger was kind of cute and how kinky it would be to throw down with the fuzzy guy when everything went horribly wrong.
All his illusions about being stoned or dreaming were wiped away when his master got him alone on what could only be a spacecraft and then attacked him. Since the violence had come out of nowhere, Noah had been easily subdued. Hindur, his master, pinned Noah to the floor, yanked off the collar the slave house had put on him, and then put a new and far tighter collar on him. As soon as Noah struggled onto his back and kicked the tiger guy in the spot where he thought his balls would be, he got a shock so explosively violent it literally made his hair—all the hair on his body—stand on end.
Hindur had laughed. He went from being a cute tiger guy to a fucked-up prick who seemed to get off on bossing Noah around. While Hindur flew the ship, Noah was forced to stand nearby with his head lowered. After an hour, the position started to hurt and he was freezing. With his thick fur and heavy trousers, it wasn’t any wonder that Hindur found the ambient temperature comfortable, but Noah was naked. When he shivered, Hindur zapped him wi
th the collar, saying maybe a few jolts would warm him up. After that, Noah did his best not to move, but Hindur randomly zapped him anyway.
They left one planet and landed on another, but it wasn’t Hindur’s home world. From his comments to others, that was a place he was lucky to escape. Noah had thought a world filled with humanoid animals would be cool, but not if Hindur was representative of what they were like. He was a dick, so maybe all his kind were dicks, too.
Desperate to make friends or at least find a way to get along with him, Noah had tried everything he could think of to no avail. On Earth, people genuinely liked him and he had always made friends with effortless ease. Not so with Hindur. When Noah had tried to strike up a conversation with him, Hindur threatened to get a knife and cut off Noah’s balls. After what he’d done to all Noah’s body hair—removing it with some kind of laser thing that prevented it from growing back—Noah hadn’t bothered talking to him again. He was lucky Hindur left him with the hair on his face and head. Hindur was excessively vicious for no reason. Noah hadn’t back talked him or fought him, not until he’d been attacked. Even now, standing in Hindur’s house, Noah had no idea why the tiger treated him like garbage when Noah hadn’t done anything to him. Sadly, it seemed that Hindur treated all his servants like something nasty he’d stepped in.
By listening to snippets of conversation, his master, Hindur, was a Vaugar. The world he came from was literally eat or be eaten, hence Hindur’s apparent need to assert his authority over his slave even when his servant had done nothing against him. It wasn’t Noah, exactly. It was an issue buried deeply in Hindur’s own psyche. He was just extremely hostile toward those he saw as inferior. Ironically, Hindur had a lot of acquaintances from all over the universe. Noah couldn’t really call them his friends, not when Hindur didn’t interact with them in that way. These were beings he conducted business with. It seemed to Noah that Hindur spent more time trying to impress them than he did getting to know them. And then he understood why Hinder was such a vicious dickwad. He was a slave trader who specialized in selling his own kind. What made matters worse was that Hindur didn’t seem to care what the aliens would do with the slaves he sold them. All he cared about was money. Noah’s heart was almost completely shattered when he saw dozens of extremely young tiger people shuffled through the back part of the property. Their tormented gazes would stay with him until the day he died.
As much as he wanted to do something—anything—to help them, he couldn’t. When he wasn’t on his display pedestal, he was kept in what looked like a room but was basically a cage. He had a blanket, rudimentary hygiene facilities, and bricks of food. Noah had tried to launch a hunger strike, but Hindur zapped him until he ate everything he was given. He was also forced to exercise so he wouldn’t lose his physique.
“Without your muscles, you would be far less interesting to look at.”
Noah was on display but not for sale. Hindur liked to keep exotic slaves to bolster his slave-trading credibility. So far as Noah knew, he wasn’t fucking any of them, not in the strictest sense. He only fucked with them. Hindur took the notion of bullying to massive new heights. Since Hindur’s home was enormous, he had his slaves scattered around the house so that his guests could get a good look at all of them before they went off to the auctions of Hindur’s own species. It wasn’t a showroom so much as it was a way to brag that he had far more exotic slaves than anyone who came to his home.
Another alien came up to examine Noah. This guy was pasty gray with eyes so narrow Noah couldn’t determine the color of them. But the expression on his face was pretty clear that he was afraid of Noah. Good. That would stop him from touching him. His master had pals that thought he was some kind of living sex toy. So far, they’d only fondled him, but Noah didn’t think things were going to stay that tame for long. He feared that eventually, when Hindur got sick of displaying him, he was going to rent him out.
“He’s only decorative?” the pasty gray alien asked Fissure Face.
“From what our host tells me.” Using his disgusting butthole mouth, Fissure Face called out for Hindur, who strode over with a snarl lifting one edge of his lips. His fangs were long, and somewhat inhibited his speaking voice, but the translator in Noah’s head was able to make his words clear. “Is this one only decorative?”
“Yes,” Hindur purred. “Why? Do you think you could handle him?”
“Me?” Fissure Face laughed and sounded like he was farting. “I am not interested in fighting him.”
Coward.
“Only you would pay a fortune for something to stare at.” The gray alien moved closer and examined Noah’s feet.
“There are other things you could do to him.” Hindur flashed Noah a look that said the time for twisted activities wasn’t that far off.
“I would gladly do other things to him,” Fissure Face said. He reached out and poked the tip of Noah’s flaccid cock as if to prove to himself he wasn’t afraid when he clearly was. “Perhaps that is the way to shatter his arrogant cast of face.”
“I’d rather look arrogant than be butt ugly.”
The Mahadocon blinked his big shit-colored eyes twice. “You dare to speak to me?”
“Your head looks a wrinkly old fanny. When you speak, watching your mouth move is like having a butthole talk to me.”
It took a moment for the translation to come through, but when it did, Noah got a shock that dropped him to his knees.
“If you dare to speak in such a crude manner to one of my guests again, I will have your tongue cut out and your mouth sewn shut.”
“Good. Then you won’t be able to stuff your little dicks in there.”
Another blast of agony caused Noah to curl up into a ball.
“A solid beating or a rousing fuck would take some of that haughtiness away from him,” Fissure Face said.
“But then he would not be so stunning to look at.” Hindur gave him another jolt then ordered him to stand.
Noah wanted to say more, but he wasn’t going to get anywhere verbally abusing Hindur or his guests. After a bit more chatting about his looks, and what they would like to do to him, the group wandered away without molesting Noah. He let out a long sigh and allowed some of the tension to seep out of his shoulders. He didn’t know the name of the planet he was on or how the hell he’d get off it, but Noah knew he had to escape and soon. If he didn’t, he’d never be the same.
A bell chimed, and all the guests started slinking, sliding, and slithering over to the area where the slave auctions happened. Noah stayed put on his pedestal. There was some kind of electronic tether that activated if he left his assigned area. If he moved away from the platform, he was shocked until he got back on. He’d tried to sit once, but that got him punished, too. The best he could figure was the platform itself had some kind of pressure-sensitive mechanism in it. What a shame that all this cool technology is used to harness and display innocent beings for a jerk and his jerky pals.
As soon as all the guests were in the back, the big doors closed and all Noah could hear was the sounds of the other slaves in the house. One was crying. Noah looked around, but he couldn’t see him or her. The house was too big. Another was growling in a way that was somehow similar to the sound made by the one crying. Since all of them were different species, Noah imagined they all had their own ways of expressing sorrow.
“That was very foolish.”
Across from Noah was a creature clad in a dark-blue outfit that covered him completely. All Noah could see were the most riveting amethyst eyes. Around his head was what looked like a golden crown, but it wasn’t rigid. Somehow, the metal seemed to be soft. It hugged his head and held the combination robe and veil in place.
Noah opened his mouth to say something, but refrained. Since Noah had to pee, and getting another jolt just might make him soil himself, he decided he should shut the hell up. So far, he’d not had to suffer that particular indignity. He doubted his master would react kindly to him urinating on his floor. Then agai
n, the floor did seem to be made of some kind of polished stone. Perhaps that was for easy cleanup. Noah wouldn’t be surprised to find out Hindur had killed one of his slaves in a fit of pique.
“You seem to be driven to deliberately defy him even though you know he will hurt you.”
“What’s it to you?” Noah wondered if this was some kind of test. Inflicting psychological torture was something that Hindur enjoyed immensely. Days ran into nights, and Noah had no idea what time it was or what day. All he knew was that he would be called on to do Hindur’s bidding.
“I would free you.”
A surge of hope made Noah lean toward the curious alien, but suspicion pushed him back before the tether could activate.
“I see you do not believe me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I do not lie.”
Noah swore he was hallucinating. The creature’s voice was so impossibly beautiful. It was masculine and powerful, but not the way Hindur’s was strong from bullying. This guy’s voice had the kind of strength that came from absolute faith in who he was and what he could do.
“What do you want with me?” Noah asked because, though he heard the assurance in the man’s voice, he didn’t believe anyone would actually help him. Hindur had an army of well-trained creatures with big eyes, ears, and guns. Even now, out the corner of his eye, Noah saw them prowling around the grounds. As bizarre as it was, they looked an awful lot like humanoid cockroaches. Still, Noah had no desire to test their fighting ability. And he certainly couldn’t step on them like he did the roaches at home.
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