Bryson Garrett stood in the hallway, outside his latest prospective mate’s home, for the placement officer to arrive. He pressed his back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. After a couple of minutes, Bryson slid down the flat surface until he was sitting on the ground.
Bryson sighed heavily. He was sick and tired of being passed around. He had been on this planet for three months, and at one male a week, Bryson had already racked up an impressive number of lovers. He’d been delivered to twelve different males. And although he knew what was expected of him, Bryson wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this.
He wasn’t criticizing the sex. Even if it wasn’t that great, it was still pretty damn good. Who would complain about multiple orgasms? He enjoyed the attention from each of the males, but at times, it could be a little overwhelming. During the week, each male bought Bryson clothes, fed him, and gave him tours of Sweshan. But there was no real connection. No love.
When Bryson first arrived on the alien planet, he was looking forward to being mated. The manual, given to him when he volunteered, provided all the necessary information. He would be given to a Sweshian male each week until he was pregnant.
Being passed around, bouncing from bed to bed, no longer held any appeal for him. And Bryson was starting to wish that he’d never come to Sweshan.
Bryson had volunteered because of his brother. They had gone to the justice building on Earth and applied to leave the planet together. Bryson’s initial application was denied because he was sick. He was told that his body wouldn’t be able to make the strenuous journey to Glecerus. The news came as a shock.
Brian didn’t want to leave Bryson behind, but since they were dirt poor and Brian didn’t have any chance at a real future if he stayed on Earth, Bryson convinced his brother to go without him. When Brian reached Glecerus, he was on a mission to save Bryson.
Bryson didn’t know the whole story. Since arriving on Sweshan, he hadn’t spoken to his brother. But, from the bits and pieces he’d gathered, it seemed that Brian had met a dignitary from Sweshan at the marketplace. He convinced the male to help Bryson. And when the next starship arrived from Glecerus, a package was delivered to Bryson from the justice building.
There was a note from his brother and a bunch of glass cylinders filled with this thick, goopy, gray stuff. It was medicine from Sweshan. Bryson drank one vial a day, and by the time he went back to volunteer, he was given a clean bill of health. Bryson didn’t just volunteer to go to Sweshan to see his brother, though. He asked to go because the Sweshian people cared about him enough to send medicine when there wasn’t any hope.
When the elevator door slid open, Bryson looked up at the placement officer. He pushed himself off the ground and walked over to the glass cylinder. He stepped onto the travelator, and the door closed, sealing them inside. Paed pressed a button on the wall, and the elevator dropped down at a rapid pace.
“How are you doing, Bryson?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay.”
“We need to go to the medical building.”
Bryson made a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. He’d done this so many times that he knew the drill without being told. When they reached the ground level, the cylinder door opened, and they stepped out and started walking toward the medical building.
“Did you enjoy your time with Khan?”
Bryson rolled his eyes heavenward. “It was fine.”
Paed always asked him the same series of questions after each lover. The placement officer took note of all Bryson’s likes and dislikes. Most of the questions were of a personal nature. Paed wanted details on each male, physical and emotional. When Bryson questioned Paed, the placement officer said that he wanted to match him with the right Sweshian male.
According to the placement officer, he put humans with Sweshian males based on the documents−medical, psychological, and sexual reports–filled out before they left Earth. Bryson was matched with candidates based on his test scores. The application, stating the human’s needs, wants, and desires were also taken into consideration. And since it took many years for a Sweshian male to become qualified for a human, this process was taken seriously.
“Take off your clothes.”
A slow smile spread across Bryson’s face. He strolled to the center of the room, stopping in front of Talr’s desk. Bryson toed off his shoes and kicked them aside. He grabbed the front of his jumpsuit and pulled the material apart. All the snaps popped open, exposing his chest and abdomen.
Talr moaned. He unsnapped the buttons on his trousers. Talr pulled the material apart and freed his cock. He stroked his hard shaft, running his palm up and down. Naked, Bryson strolled toward him. Bryson moved between Talr and the desk. He placed his hands on the desk, spread his legs, and arched his back. Talr bit off a growl. His human was perfect.
Talr licked his lips. He cupped Bryson’s ass cheeks, massaging the meaty globes. Talr leaned forward. He pulled Bryson’s cheeks apart. He flattened his tongue and licked the puckered skin. Talr flicked his tongue, up and down, swirling it around Bryson’s hole before pressing it inside.
“Fuck!” Bryson yelled out. He collapsed against the desk, his entire body shaking.
Talr alternated between licking, kissing, and gently biting.
Talr’s fangs dropped down from the roof of his mouth when he heard Bryson’s words. Talr struck fast, sinking his teeth into Bryson’s ass. The sharp points pierced Bryson’s skin, and he released a small amount of venom. Talr could spend the rest of the day eating Bryson’s ass, but he had to be inside of his mate. He wanted Bryson’s heat wrapped tightly around his hard cock.
Talr opened the top desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of oil. He kept his face buried in the crease of Bryson’s ass as he slicked up his fingers. Talr gave one last lick before pulling back. Talr stroked Bryson’s hole, preparing the human. He added a little bit of pressure, slowly sinking his finger into Bryson’s ass. Bryson cried out in pleasure. He pushed his hips back, forcing Talr’s finger in deeper.
Talr rose to his feet. He kept his finger buried inside of Bryson as he leaned over the human’s body. The heat from Bryson’s skin seeped into him, scorching Talr from the outside in. Talr started a slow rhythm, thrusting his finger in and out of Bryson. He added a second finger, stretching Bryson.
“Please,” Bryson panted. “Talr…I need you.”
Talr leaned back, pulling his fingers free of Bryson’s body. He wrapped an arm around Bryson’s waist, lifting the young man off his feet. Talr took a step back and sat down, placing Bryson on his lap. He wanted Bryson to ride him.
“Sit on my cock,” Talr ordered.
Bryson glanced over his shoulder. He grinned. His blue eyes were blazing as he licked his lips.
Talr helped Bryson get in position, lifting him enough to position his cock against Bryson’s hole. Inch by inch, Bryson slid down Talr’s cock. When Talr was buried balls deep inside of Bryson’s ass, he wrapped his arms around the young man’s waist. Tight heat surrounded his dick, and Talr groaned in pleasure.
Talr held Bryson, keeping him from moving. He wanted to give Bryson time to adjust to the invasion. He splayed his hands over Bryson’s flat abdomen. The human leaned back, pressing his back against Talr’s chest.
Talr rocked his hips, moving inside of Bryson. He pulled out and pushed in, again and again. Talr thrust into his lover, and Bryson moaned. Bryson reached back. He wrapped his hands around Talr’s neck, locking his fingers together. The human arched his back as he rotated his hips, and Talr groaned.
Talr moved a hand down Bryson’s chest to the human’s erection. He wrapped his hand around the young man’s cock and moved his fist up and down, jacking the flesh.
“Fuck!” Bryson arched up. “Faster,” he gasped, “faster.”
Talr moved his hand over Bryson’s erection, following the human’s desperate plea.
“I’m gonna…” Bryson said in warning.
Bryson’s ass tightened, and his cock pulsed as he came. His release triggered Talr’s, and he followed his mate over the edge. Talr’s muscles tensed, and his hips surged upward. He buried his face against Bryson’s neck, breathing in his mate, as he came deep inside of his mate. He wrapped both of his arms around Bryson, holding him in a tight embrace.
Bryson’s body went limp. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Bryson’s breathing as he gasped for air.