Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (37 page)

“Never.”

 
He laughed. “Tonight I teach you how to behave. Soon, I will teach you how to obey.” A hand ran over his bound cock and up to his stomach. He flirted with the clamps and increased the pace of his finger fucking.

Baron cried out loudly. The fingers left his ass.

“Now, you’re ready for something larger, a huge sex toy that vibrates. I will leave it in while I go to take care of some things.”

Baron grunted when he felt the big slick head push up inside of him. “Oh God…I’m so…stretched,” he moaned.

“Yes, so stretched, baby,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to his as he turned on the vibration.

“Um, um….oh God,” Baron cried out, trying to prolong the deep kiss. His kisses were delicious. Suddenly Baron realised that he was alone, the vibrating cock buzzing inside his ass, sending sensations of pulsing pleasure up through to his jaw.

The door opened again. He heard voices. One male voice said, “Aw, the Emperor’s son…nice body…cock looks nice bound and look at those nipples, so stiff and red…those clamps look nice and tight.”

There was another voice and as they stood there discussing his naked body, his bound cock and exposed anus, Baron’s sexual tension exploded tenfold.

“Shall I slap his cock?” someone asked.

“I’ll like to pull on those nipple clamps,” the other one said.

“Look how big that dildo is. Is your ass full, baby?”

“Please,” Baron pleaded. “Touch me.”

A hand reached down and grasped the vibrating toy. He felt it pull out a little, then ram back in. “Oh God…yes…do that again. Fuck me with it.”

There was laughter.

Another hand pulled on the nipple clamp chains. It hurt. It hurt so good. He felt a tongue lap over the tip of his bound cock. He just about blew his load right then.

“Who wants to use that mouth?” a voice said suddenly.

He knew that voice. It was Spencer.

“Me,” one man said. “What a lovely mouth it is.”

“You’ll have to straddle his face,” Spencer told him.

“Please,” Baron pleaded, “play with my cock. Please.”

“I’m going to increase the speed on the vibrator,” Spencer said as if he didn’t hear him. Suddenly, the vibrator was working harder.

Baron licked his lips as he felt two knees press in on each side of his torso.

“Suck it,” the man said, letting his leaking cock trail over Baron’s mouth.

Baron moaned as someone wrenched his head back and forced his jaw open. The cock began to ravish his mouth as the vibrator now was being manipulated. Someone pulled it out slowly, then rammed it back in hard, out slowly, then in hard, then faster as he sucked and licked the huge cock in his mouth. Nipples were being pulled, clamps undone, then reattached. His cock was being unstrapped, a tongue licked around the head. He was floating in some kind of sexual vice, the tension so intense he would have screamed if his mouth wouldn’t have been full.

Suddenly, the cock began to shoot into his mouth. Someone lifted his head and the cock left him. Then, quiet. He was trembling all over as the vibrator died and was pulled out of him. When that voice asked him if he was alright, he couldn’t speak. A hand moved under his head and undid the scarf. Baron blinked, looking up into the face of an angel. Derek Spencer was beautiful, and right now, he was totally naked. Baron took his time. He explored his body, then closed his eyes. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful and I can’t touch you. More torment?”

“Do you want to touch me?” He met his gaze.

“Oh God yes,” he breathed. Derek Spencer undid his wrists and then his ankles. Baron lowered his legs with relief, then reached out his hand. “Come here,” he gasped. “Come here and let me touch you and then you can—”

“I can?” He lifted an eyebrow, taking his outstretched hand.

“Fuck me. Please…ah…”

Derek chuckled, perched on the side of the bed. He took off the nipple clamps and laved both of his nipples.

Baron sighed in contentment, then fondled his sex gently, while at the same time demandingly capturing his mouth. Baron pulled his body close to his, and with a groan, ran his hands over his back and down to his ass. They kissed passionately and then Baron lifted his knees in invitation. “
Now
,” he insisted.

Derek released his mouth, and without delay, yanked his legs up over his broad shoulders. He looked down into his eyes, then entered him roughly, passionately, and Baron was more than ready to receive him. When he came, his entire body shuddered with an orgasm that was earth shattering, and Derek sat back and watched him until he began to breath normally again, then he moved away.

After Baron felt as if he’d recovered, he lay back and asked, “What exactly was this all about again?”

“Did you enjoy it?” Derek asked, standing away from the bed, still naked.

God, his body was a playground of paradise. “Yes,” he said softly. “But—”

“It took your mind off things?”

“Yes, but…”

“The ceremony is over.”

Baron narrowed his eyes. “You…” His anger began to simmer. “You bastard.”

Derek smiled. “I do what I must. It’s my job.”

Baron sat up. “Which is exactly?”

“I protect the alliance…by any means.”

“You’ve done this before?”

He tilted his head. “Yes.”

“You’re a—”

“I’m a lot of things. Mostly, I’m efficient.”

Baron threw his legs over the bed. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse. You are free to leave. Lesson one is over.”

“Lesson one. Hah! No more lessons. I want my clothes.”

“I will have them brought to you. Goodbye, Baron.”

Baron turned around and punched the wall.

Lesson one.
Little did Baron know at the time how much he would crave
lesson two.
Was there to be lesson two?
Time marched on. His father became heavily involved in politics, a different kind of politics, which encouraged him to learn the art of negotiation and compromise. His father taught him all about these things, encouraging him to take a role. The planet began to recover from the ills its inhabitants had visited upon it, thanks to the techniques the Taskians had brought to Casiopea, and as much as it pained him to admit it, life was better than before.

When his father asked him if he would be Casiopea’s Ambassador to Taskia, he was pleased. It meant he got to travel there, and maybe…just maybe he’d see Derek Spencer again. “Father,” he asked as he prepared for his first interplanetary visit to Taskia, “who was Derek Spencer?”

“Derek Spencer?” his father looked up from his papers.

“You remember, the young man who whisked me away that night of the ceremony.”

“That was over two years ago, Baron. How am I supposed to remember that?”

“Two years? Has it been that long?”

“Almost. Why?”

“I often wondered who he was, that’s all.”

“I believe he was some sort of a mystic…ah… they read thoughts…do prevention…what in hell do the Taskians call them…cleaners, I think.”

“Cleaners?”

“Yes. They’re clairvoyant, able to detect specific clues which foreshadow actions, which could potentially cause political upheaval down the line.”

“In English.”

His father looked annoyed. “I’m busy, Baron, come on. They eliminate potential political shit disturbers. I believe they appeared around two hundred years ago when the corporations waged war on the Taskian government over the environment.”

“Ah.”

He paused, then said thoughtfully, “I hear they’re not above using any means possible to squash ecologically unfriendly elements. They read your thoughts and boom, you don’t have a chance.”

“I see.” Derek Spencer was a
cleaner
. Why would anyone want to do that job?”

“They have no choice. It’s their destiny, due to their psychic abilities. Everyone is tested at birth. The cleaner is taken away from their parents and trained from day one.”

“That’s cruel.”

“It’s the way it is. Now, are you all packed?”

“Yes.”

“Are you confident? Everything we went over, is it—”

“It’s perfect, Father. I have to go. I will contact you soon.”

His father bent his head back to his work.

It was his first time on Taskia and he was impressed at how clean it was. Everything was green, from the street signs to the buildings. There was an extremely modern transportation system, which of course, was communal, and the skies were very, very blue. All the manufacturing took place underground and emissions were filtered through a special process, which recycled the pollution into fuel for the communal transport. This was the future of his own planet.

When he first arrived, he was greeted by several government officials who gave him the grand tour. Factories were already beginning to be rebuilt underground, and
green
technicians from Taskia were putting in the piping, which would recycle the pollution. He was here mainly to discuss the construction of the communal transport, the one which would utilise the new fuel, and discuss how the vehicle recall would work. For the last fifty years, his own people had made carpooling mandatory, but still forty percent of the population jointly owned vehicles with their neighbours. Even though the emissions were miniscule, those emissions were still doing damage.

The meeting lasted all day and well into the night. Baron was exhausted by the time he retired. Even though he had been attentive to the discussion, an image of Derek Spencer played in his mind. At any minute, he expected to see him come through the door, but of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Derek was not a government official. He was a
cleaner,
some sort of psychic mercenary.

That night, Baron tossed and turned. He remembered almost every detail of the night Derek took him in hand, disciplined him, showed him the errors of his way… He chuckled in his sleep. He’d been so young then and Derek had cheated. He’d known his thoughts and had kept him entertained and out of the way. He’d called it
lesson one
, as if it was just the beginning. He’d said, “Tonight I teach you how to behave. Soon, I will teach you how to obey.” Had he just said that to frighten him or…

He got out of bed and paced. Couldn’t sleep. He could be so close to him. Derek could be anywhere. Baron stared at the phone one of the dignitaries had left him. “Call anytime if there is anything you need.” He had said
anything.
Baron picked it up and pressed the red button.

A few seconds and a face appeared, smiling. “Ambassador. What may I do for you?”

“Well,” he licked his lips. “I was wondering if you might find someone for me.”

“It is four o’clock in the morning, Sir, but I will try.”

“His name is Spencer, Derek Spencer.”

There was a long silence.

“Hello?”

“Derek Spencer is a fugitive.”

“Fugitive?”

“If you know something about—”

“No. I…he’s a…what you people call a cleaner?”

“Yes. He was. He was the best of his kind.”

“What happened…if I may ask?”

“He asked to be released, and when his request was refused, he went AWOL.”

“Can they not be…released?”

“No. They are too valuable and subjected to too much sensitive information. May I ask why you wanted me to—”

“I, ah…met him once and—”

“Our data shows he was once assigned to you.”

Baron flushed. “Yes, but I was only a boy—”

The man laughed. “No worries. He was not mandated to issue any serious punishment. It was more a babysitting assignment if I recall.”

Baron clamped his teeth shut.

“It was shortly after that, he asked to be released.”

“Was he supposed to…ah…babysit me again?”

“No.”

Baron pursed his lips. Could it be that he intended to see him again on his own terms, not as a
cleaner,
but as a…lover? Could he even hope that…well…it didn’t matter one way or another anymore, Derek was a criminal. “What will you do to him if…”

“If he’s found? He will have to be eliminated of course.”

“Elimina—you mean…killed?”

“Yes. But my guess is, we won’t find him. He knows every move we make, given his sensitivities and…” He laughed. “We don’t stand a chance. Like I said, he’s the best and cleaver as a fox.”

And beautiful…like an angel
. “Alright, thank you.”

“I still don’t understand what you wanted with him?”

“I needed to clarify something with him, but it’s not important. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he said.

On the way home, Baron closed his eyes and pictured Derek in his mind. Tall, with all that raven hair swept back from his classically handsome face, that body, lean, muscled, and those hands. His image was so vivid in his mind. It was as if he were right there with him.