1. Pieces.


    Date: 7/11/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Alien, Anal, BDSM, Gay, Rape, Author: DarlingCrescendo, Source: sexstories.com

    “Sweet boy…come here.” Lysander Shepard jolted awake at soft calls coming from his ‘master’. Shamul the batarian pirate and his self-proclaimed owner shambled into the bedroom they shared, drunkenly victorious from pillage, beckoning his pet for a taste. Lysander rose and went to him, tugging his collar unconsciously. Shamul shuffled to his large bed, kicking off his bloodstained boots as he went, and flopped onto the mattress, soaking it in blood and other things. Lysander wordlessly crawled from his dog bed on the floor and came to stand before the intoxicated batarian, pulling off his own tunic and shucking his pants. Shamul’s cloudy eyes filled with a male heat as they wandered over his body. “Mm, such a lovely, sweet boy… Come! Tend to your tired master.” Without waiting for the boy to move, Shamul pulled him to the bed, laying him on the filthy mattress, and covering him in soft kisses. Shamul was already out of his trousers, his meat protruding from the top like a sturdy brown pole. The batarian moaned, tugging Lysander’s curls with one hand, circling his bruised hole with the other. “Today was a splendid day, my pet.” He mumbled between kisses, “So many resources for our ships, not to mention the mountains of credits… Your master has become an even more wealthy batarian. I may tell my men to refer to me as the Hegemony!” He moved between Lysander’s thighs, flicking the boy’s nipples as he went, pulling minute whimpers from him, and ran his precum slicked cock up ...
    and down the boy’s crack, teasing his entrance. “I will create a new order in the stars, sweet boy… I will be a King with a travelling throne!” He gazed down at the aroused mess he’d made Lysander and pulled the boy’s arms over his head. “And you,” he growled, pushing his tip against Lysander’s hole. “Shall be my faithful pet… I think I’ll find you a nice little jeweled collar… I’ll even let you sit at my feet, curled up on a little pillow. Doesn’t that sound lovely, sweet boy?” Lysander allowed himself to hear none of the batarian’s monologue. He closed his eyes and made himself think of his family’s faces. Remember their voices, the accent that found its way out when Pa had too much to drink, or was overly emotional. Something… Anything, to keep himself from- Lysander was ripped from his memories when Shamul spun him around to his feet. Lysander stumbled, trying to find his balance as Shamul seized his hips. Lysander grabbed at the air and uttered a strangled cry when Shamul entered him. The batarian’s speed varied, one thrust followed a slow, drawn out pull, each sensation driving Lysander closer to orgasm. Shamul suckled at his neck, sliding his thick fingers up and down the boy’s cock. Lysander gripped the sheets, hating his traitorous body. The sound of wet flesh hitting flesh resonated throughout the room; each slap proceeded by Shamul’s deep growl. “Oh, sweet boy, sweet sweet boy… To have you this way is to truly be in heaven.” Shamul whispered against the back of ...
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