The Owned Collection, Volume 2 (MM)


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In Bound by Defiance, Alexis Bedlam has been chosen. Selected by the annual lottery as a sacrifice to the alien race that saved mankind from the Great Plague, he’s none too happy to be carted off to be some alien’s snack pack, love slave maybe, but not someone’s dinner. Little does he know that he’s about to come face to face with the master of his dreams.

Elia, the twenty-seventh spawn of Prince Kranok, has been ordered to wed. Luckily for him, the annual lottery has provided a being that is rumored to be the perfect first concubine for him. What the rumors didn’t tell him is that his particular human is stubborn, sexy, and determined to make a new path for the both of them in an alien world.

As questions about the legitimacy of Elia’s ownership arise, he will have to decide if he will surrender to authority and follow tradition or if defying his past is worth a future with Alexis.

In Bound by Duty, Jess Taylor has been selected. Chosen by the annual lottery as a sacrifice to the aliens that saved mankind from the Great Plague, he could care less what happens to him. Little does he know that his first alien master doesn't provide much and has a gambling problem to boot. When the debt gets too high, he's sold to another who might provide all he needs and so much more.

Noss, the first spawn of Prince Kranok, is duty bound to take care of his family. Unfortunately for him, no one wants to marry him because of his father's scandal. Noss doesn't expect much when he buys the human, but he gets more than a handful.

Passion spirals quickly into something more meaningful, and they'll have to decide if being bound by duty can make them happy in a world where changing the rules might mean the destruction of the house that Noss is trying so hard to keep together.

Jana Downs is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Owned Collection, Volume 2 (MM)


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Bound by Defiance


“Sacrifice,” the elder spoke as he circled the small auditorium with all the practiced grace of a man completely confident in his environment. “Sacrifice is a necessary component of a civilized society. For the past few decades, we have survived because brave souls generation after generation have made it possible for us to do so.”

Jess elbowed him in the arm as he came into auditorium, late, as per usual. “Hiya, Alexis.”

“I can’t believe you’re late to the drawing,” Alexis grumbled, hopefully quiet enough that Elder Garet wouldn’t hear him.

“Oh please. At least I’m here. Did they announce who the poor saps were yet?”


Alexis didn’t understand how he could be so nonchalant about this. As men of an appropriate age, all of them were subject to the annual lottery. Winning was not a joyous experience either. Being chosen was akin to being banished from everything they knew. He hadn’t paid attention for the past five years because he hadn’t yet reached his majority but now… Now he was terrified.

“When the great Eoeans came up from the depths of space and offered us relief from the Great Plagues, they made but one request to us in exchange for their vaccinations,” the elder continued, obviously oblivious to their whispered conversation. “They required a select number of our young men to go to their cities and offer themselves as sacrifice.”

Oh God. I’m so nauseous. I don’t want to sacrifice anything. I want to go work for my father at his insurance company and smooze. I’m a good smoozer. Is smoozer even a word?

“So many volunteered the first year that a lottery was developed to see who would be chosen for this most honorable of positions. We continue this tradition on today. It will be a harrowing journey, one which will require the young man to give himself completely to the unknown. Good luck to you all.”

Alexis gripped the handle of his satchel and twisted. It was either that or scream. He glanced around the domed room with its polished wood floors and vaulted ceilings and looked at all the portraits of lottery winners who had gone before him. All of them had been all beautiful in their youth. Every town had a different way of doing the lottery, but the result was always the same. Some men left and never returned. He couldn’t help but wonder why the Eoeans had wanted them. What did they do to the winners?

The chosen elder for the year was dressed in his ceremonial robes that were, oddly enough, just like the ones the elders wore to the graduation ceremony at the college that had taken place three months ago. Since the population had been decimated, any sort of coming-of-age ceremony lent itself to an over the top gathering. It helped remind them all that they were recovering thanks to the Eoeans and their vaccines.

His peers were dressed similarly to the way Alexis was dressed, three-piece suites that were probably more expensive than they were worth. It was a “gift” from the town when they came of age. It was the most expensive thing most of them owned. The ones who were eligible for the lottery were seated on the long wooden benches in front of the podium five rows deep and two rows wide. Alexis had chosen to sit near the back for a quick escape to vomit after the lottery was finished.

“No worries, Alexis,” Jess said, grinning. “It’ll be over in just a second. Look, they’re lowering the projection screen now.” The screen slowly came down from the ceiling like a great white tongue sticking out from the mouth of society, mocking Alexis, who squirmed at its arrival. Why did they have this stupid ritual? Why couldn’t they just send the winner a notification via e-mail or something?

Alexis’s gaze went to his father, who was sitting in his section among other entrepreneurs of the city. What would he and Sire do if Alexis was sent away? An artificially created offspring, Alexis was the exact blend of his father and sire’s DNA and therefore the only legitimate heir. They could always create another one via test tube, but they’d have to wait another eighteen years before that child reached majority. It seemed like a monumental risk considering the expense of artificial procreation. The fetal survival rate wasn’t very high, and they were prone to infections. It had been that way since the Great Plague.

The screen flashed white, then blue, and then back to white. Please, let it be broken. The sick feeling in Alexis’s stomach grew with each passing second. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to take the tension. Why did they have to make such a process out of this? When this was over, he was going to his father’s lounge and drowning himself in a bottle of Turnac liquor.

“Alexis Bedlam, please come forward to accept the honor of the lottery clasp and say good-bye to your family.” Elder Garet’s voice might as well have been a pistol shot for the reaction it got. Alexis’s heart tripped over itself before stopping for an insane moment before thundering back to life in a full on gallop. “The next lottery winner will be announced in two minutes. Alexis, step forward.”

“Oh fuck,” Jess whispered beside him. His sentiments exactly.

Then he was being pulled to his feet, away from Jess. His sire and father were suddenly there, crying and telling him how proud they were of him. Alexis barely felt their hard hugs or heard their teary declarations. The elders spoke in hushed tones of the “honor.” Honor? Whose honor? What good was honor if he ended probably dead or enslaved? The Eoeans were a mystery to them. Few outsiders had ever made it back from the cities they’d built by the shores of every continent in the world. What would they do with him?

A necklace was secured around his neck. A single metal circle hung from it. The metal felt cold against his neck. He swallowed. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to do this.

“So few are chosen, Alexis,” Elder Garet said, taking his wrist and leading him away from his Sire and Father. “I know you will make us proud.”

Alexis opened his mouth to offer rebuttal, and he vomited all over the pristine wood floors.




Holy cow. Oh my. I wanna touch it. He strained against the cuffs that held him suspended in the air. His mind still wasn’t wrapping around that nifty little trick. He tried to ask how it worked, but he couldn’t. Maybe Elia was onto something with this whole restraint thing. It was making his head spin and his body tighten impossibly. He swore he’d leaked more pre-cum in the last five minutes than he had in the past year. The fact that later they would be watching this, like he and Elia were some sort of very X-rated porno stars, turned his buttons like nothing else. He didn’t know why the idea appealed so much, but it did.

It was good in the beginning with David, too. The insidious voice in the back of his head was unwelcome in this moment of pleasure. He didn’t want to think about his ex or the fact that he’d once called the man Master. He’d never been good enough for him and had failed continuously in their relationship. David had turned to violence in his frustration. It hadn’t been Alexis’s fault. He saw that now, and wouldn’t accept abuse from anyone else again. There was a difference between a kinky bedroom spanking and an ass kicking. However, he couldn’t help but think he’d been the root cause of everything when it came right down to it. He’d asked David to play Dom, after all.

Elia’s eyes burned into him as he wrapped his hand around Alexi’s erection and tugged. “I do like the way this feels in my hand.” Alexis’s eyes rolled, and he tried to buck up into the touch. “It’s different from mine, though it is similar.”

Yes. Please. God. Want to come really bad. He screwed his eyes shut and squirmed. The device held him tightly. Fuck me. Please, fuck me. His toys hadn’t been enough in the intervening months since his last lover. He wanted flesh and blood against him, inside him. He’d never had two cocks before. He didn’t know if he could accommodate, but he sure as fuck wanted to try.

“Platform,” Elia commanded. The room obeyed, and a shimmering white surface appeared just in front of Alexis. Wow this place is handy. He remembered the flashes from the tutor. The thought of Elia’s hands spreading his cheeks and fucking him while spanking his ass raw just made him want to come right then and there. The platform had been what the Eoean had used on the tutor’s images to achieve that particular end. He wanted it, craved it.

Elia gently pressed on Alexis’s back and bent him forward so that he was ass up for his pleasure. Alexis’s palms pressed against the platform’s warm surface, and he wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t move them from the position. His cheek rested there as well, and his breath created a smear of condensation on the clear surface.

As something warm and wet was dribbled between the valley of his buttock, he shivered. His hole was begging to be filled. He was surprised when something inorganic pressed against his opening. He relaxed into the sensation, trusting Elia. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt him. Whatever he was pressing inside him filled him in gradual increments, taking up the space inside him with timed pulses. The vibrations began, and he couldn’t help but scream around the weird gag in his mouth. Talk about being probed by a horny alien. He chuckled a little at the thought, but it skated away as the pulsing flexible thing started to do some major stretching.

He managed to raise his eyes to check out the view screen and was supremely pleased by what he saw. Elia’s cock had turned a deeper shade of blue down and a cotton candy colored drip of pre-cum was lubing the plum tip. The second cock was rippling faster on the other one, milking more. Elia’s expression told Alexis that he better stretch soon because he was nearing the edge of no return. Lust had transformed his face into a mask of pleasure mixed with the pain of denial. Alexis understood the feeling all too well.

“Raise platform two units.”

Alexis’s body rose higher. What was he doing? The thought had no sooner ghosted through his mind when he got his answer. Elia dropped to his knees and sucked Alexis’s cock into his mouth. Alexis screamed as the toy fucked his ass, spreading him as Elia clumsily bobbed his head on his cock. It wasn’t practiced, but it was certainly enthusiastic. It made Alexis wonder if he’d ever given a blow job before.

He shut his eyes, unable to take the image of Elia on his knees for him. His ass stretched wider than he’d ever had before. The toy slid over his pleasure spot over and over, fucking him better than any of his own toys ever had.

“All Father above, you taste good,” Elia murmured as he pulled off his cock. “I can’t take anymore, Alexis. Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable, my honor.” He gave the head of his dick one last lick before getting to his feet and circling around behind Alexis’s prone body.

Alexis squirmed as much as he could. The toy in his ass was removed, and his cheeks were spread wide. Yes. Take me. Elia.


Bound by Duty


Jess slept like the dead on the most comfortably soft mattress he’d ever had the privilege of laying his head on. He was used to being unwanted and banished from places. He’d experienced it with his parents and then with his alien, but he couldn’t remember a time in his life where he was banished to such a comfortable place. The servant had come to collect him as promised, but instead of delivering him to his new master, he’d unceremoniously dumped him in a spare room without more than a handful of sentences about anything that was expected of him. The only things he knew were that he had become part of a large household that his alien master had just inherited, and he was very busy and wouldn’t be expected to entertain him on a regular basis. Jess would be expected to attend functions with him though, the terms to be discussed at a later date. Then he was delivered to the room and told to sleep.

He rolled over and stretched, luxuriating in the soft texture of the mattress. Today would be the second day he’d restarted his life. “Definitely a step up from sleeping on the floor.”

“Is it customary for humans to speak to themselves upon waking?”

Jess’s eyes popped open at the unfamiliar voice. He rolled over and sat up. In the doorway stood an Eoean. His morning erection sprang to life as he gave the guy a once-over. He was shorter than Jess by about four inches and an inch or two thinner through the chest. His chest and abdomen were bare and tempting expanses of flesh. He was shaped just like a human male except he was light Eoean blue all over. It was a pity he had loose-fitting pants, which looked a little like pajama bottoms to Jess, on. He’d wondered more than once what the Eoeans were packing between their legs, whether their cocks would be like blue human dicks or something else entirely.

 The alien’s dark blue eyes regarded him with a certain curiosity. “You’re hard. Is it common for humans to orgasm in the morning?”

“Is it common for Eoeans to sneak into a guy’s room and ask pointed questions about the hardness of their dicks while half-naked first thing in the morning?” he retorted before he could think better of it. He winced, readying himself for punishment. He really had to learn how to watch his mouth.

The Eoean moved his gaze from Jess’s exposed groin to the window beside the bed he was sleeping on. “Good point. I apologize for my unannounced entry.” There was something moving in those loose-fitting pants of his, and Jess didn’t think it was his pet ferret. I’m not the only one who’s hard, bud. “I need you to dress quickly and join me for first meal. You need to stand behind me and not speak.”

“Uh-huh,” Jess said. “No more information? Just stand behind me and be quiet?”

The Eoean tilted his head to his side. “Is that too complicated?”

“You don’t have to be a dick about it,” Jess rumbled, annoyance starting to flicker. “I guess you’re my new master, huh?” He put his legs over the side of the mattress and stood, uncaring of his nudity. It wasn’t like his erection was going to be an issue. He didn’t care for guys who acted like jerks. I will most likely die of blue balls relatively soon, but who cares? I expected to die anyway.

“I don’t understand your statement, but yes, I am your new owner. I should’ve introduced myself. My name is Noss.” He pointed to the chest shoved beside the window. “Your clothing is in there. Dress. You can shower after first meal.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Jess muttered, giving him a sloppy salute.

Noss frowned. “Humans are strange creatures.” He turned back toward the door.

“And Eoeans aren’t?” Jess asked, insulted for some reason. Different didn’t equate weird in his eyes, and he’d had enough of the guy’s dickishness. Just because he was given away like a door prize at a high school raffle didn’t mean he could be shrugged off like some pest.

Noss turned back toward him. “I suppose some are. I just don’t understand your expressions very well. I meant no insult.”

Well that popped my self-righteous bubble. “Well, then I owe you an apology.” He gave his new master a once-over, and he was pleased when the Eoean shifted. His lips twitched. “Anything I can do to make it up to you?”

The Eoean’s nostrils flared. “I, uh—” He cleared his throat. “That will be unnecessary. We will discuss what your duties are afterward. It was a mistake not to inform you of them. Humans are very curious creatures.”

“Will there be sex involved?” Please say yes. The Eoean might’ve been awkward, but he was hot. Jess had long since become immune to how weird looking at blue flesh was. The guy was just his type, and he wanted to nibble on his pretty blue skin like he wanted food in his stomach. His erection came flaring back to life.

Noss swallowed. “There will be a consummation at the conclusion of our bonding ceremony. We will consummate then.”

Triumph sang through Jess like a damn chorus. “You mean we can fuck?”




Jess licked his lips. “Do you ever take your cock in hand and rub it until you come?” He raised his hand and ran just his fingertips over the Eoean’s racing pulse.

“It’s forbidden,” Noss said, shuddering under his touch.

“Hmm, I think you indulged in the forbidden, beautiful. I think you took that sweet cock pushing up in your pants and rubbed it until you shot sticky pleasure all over your hands.” Jess was pleased when the cock he’d referenced jerked at his words. Chemistry, they had in spades. He was not going to hate being the concubine of this beautiful creature. He was no less of a man than he’d been under his parents thumb. At least here he would be valued, if for nothing else but sex.

Noss gasped, jerking back. “Stop it. You make my head spin.” He closed his eyes like he was trying to reign himself in. Jess wasn’t having it. It had been too damn long, and Noss was too damn sexy to pass up. He reached out and ran his hand over the decided bulge in his pants. He tilted his head to the side as he found two hard lengths pushing up to meet him. His mouth watered. Oh yum. Noss arched into the touch, crying out a little. “Stop! I can’t release until the consummation.”

“Oh trust me, beautiful. You’ll release then, too.” Jess kneaded the flesh and was surprised when it tried to hold onto him.

Noss groaned. “Humans are insane.” That was probably true, but Jess didn’t give a damn. He found the tie on the male’s pants and pulled the knot loose with a tug. Immediately the loose material started sliding down Noss’s slim hips. Jess helped it over Noss’s erection—erections. Holy shit. I thought I felt two cocks. Noss just stared down at him like he wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to be enjoying this or not.

Jess winked at him. “I’d really like to suck on you, babe. But I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“S–suck me?”

“I want to take your cocks in in my mouth”— he fisted both of his cocks for emphasis and gave one upward stroke like he was jerking him off— “and suck them until you come.” Noss whimpered, and his hips shot into his fists, the plum heads weeping a milky drop of blue-cotton-candy-colored pre-cum. “Hmm, you’re blue everywhere, beautiful.”

“All Father above, Jess,” Noss gasped, staring down at his body and Jess’s hands on him. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Jess interrupted. “I just wish my mouth was big enough for both at the same time.” He ducked forward then and sucked the head of one of them in his mouth. Noss’s whole body shuddered, and then the alien’s hands wove into his hair and he was pumping himself through Jess’s willing lips as Jess worked his other cock with his hand as best he could. The noises coming out of the alien’s mouth were something right out of his favorite fantasy.

He’d only sucked him half a dozen times before Noss cried out. “Jess, I’m—Jess, I—”

Jess just reacted by bobbing his head faster, reveling in Noss’s reactions. His cock jerked in Jess’s mouth,and then his spunk shot between his lips and halfway down his throat in an enthusiastic splash. Jess swallowed around him, making sure not to spill a single drop of the surprisingly sweet seed Noss gave to him.

Only after Noss’s cock had nothing left to give did Jess pop off his cock and smile up at him, licking his lips for any errant drop he’d missed. “Damn, man. You’re still hard.” He eyed the still weeping second dick. With a tug of his hands he pulled the gauzy shift over his head and tossed it aside. “You got any slick?”

“Slick?” Noss panted.

“Lubrication.” Translations weren’t perfect apparently.

“Ah, I, um, perhaps.” He motioned to a chest at the foot of the bed. “In there.”

Jess rolled to his feet and padded over to the chest and lifted the lid. “Is this it?” he asked, holding up a white jar with the Eoean language splashed across the side. He couldn’t read it. The translations the tutor gave him only worked on the spoken word apparently.

“Yes.” The quiet reply was all the permission he needed. He turned from the chest and hurried back over to the couch where Noss was sitting. Noss raised his gaze, his eyes like saucers.

“Trust me, beautiful,” Jess murmured. “I will make you feel good.”

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