Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (38 page)

I am
.

Those two words resounded in his brain, causing his eyelids to flip open. “Derek.” He spoke aloud, looking around to see if the other passengers around him had heard. They didn’t acknowledge it if they had.

You remember. I’m flattered.

Where are you?

I can’t tell you that. They have others like me, using them to track their own.

Why did you—

I want to live my own life. I want to love. I want to be free. They have saved their environment, but the cost in human bondage has been high. The punishment for anything but complete servitude, is death.

I’m sorry. I…I never forgot you.

And I, you.

Baron licked his lips.
Can I see you?

Lesson two?

Baron smiled.
You meant it. It wasn’t part of your…

My babysitting assignment was only for one evening. You were easy to persuade. The government knew your youth was interfering with your common sense.

Baron stifled a laugh.
I waited for you to come back.

And I would have, if I had had the freedom to.

And now?

It would put your life in danger.

I don’t care. I want that second lesson. I want to see you, touch you.

I have to go. I’ll be in touch.

When Baron arrived home, he wondered if he hadn’t dreamed the entire thing. Then shortly after he gave his report to his father and climbed into bed, Derek spoke to him again.

Baron, can you meet me tonight?

Baron sat up in bed. Breathlessly, he told him,
Yes.
Are you here, on my planet?

Yes. Come to the floral house. It is deserted at this time of night.

Isn’t it locked?

I’ve taken care of that. I’ll wait for you.

Baron hurriedly got dressed and snuck out of the house. It was well after
midnight
when he arrived at the Floral House. The Floral House was a huge museum, which displayed a great variety of flowers that had existed before the environment affected all the plants. Now, there was hope that these flowers would grow again outside. Baron was all a tingle when he arrived, hovering around the door.

“It’s alright,” a voice told him. “It’s unlocked.”

Baron looked around, but saw no one. He opened the door and walked in. Immediately, his senses were flooded with the luscious bouquet of flowers. “Derek,” he said, looking around. He heard a shuffling sound and turned. There he was. Baron took in some breath.

“Hello, Baron,” he said, giving him a faint smile.

“Derek, you look…you’re so beautiful.”

“You’ve changed.” He came closer, that thick black hair falling over his forehead. “You’ve grown up, a man…and very nicely I see.”

Baron blushed a little as he felt Derek’s gaze sweep his body. “Derek, I…” He began.

“Shush,” Derek told him, placing his finger on his lips, “time for lesson two.”

Baron’s pulse raced. His heart pounded in his ribs.

Derek took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and dangled them in front of him.

“I think I love you,” Baron told him, looking into those dark, beautiful eyes.

Derek smiled. “You’d love anyone of our kind because we are the only ones who can give you exactly what you want, what you need.”

“And what do you need?”

“Right now, you. I need you, Baron.” He took his hand and led him deeper into the forest of flowers. The fragrance of roses and hibiscus flooded his senses, leaving him dizzy, or was it this man he followed that was having this effect, this man dressed so elegantly tonight in a black suit and white ruffled shirt? It was exactly how he wanted him to be dressed. Now, he could only anticipate the moment when Derek would be undressed.

“Yes,” Derek said, leading him over to a low hung beam, “isn’t it ironic how we take such care dressing, then end up naked anyway.”

“You read my thoughts. You…” Baron smiled at him.

“Yes,” he drawled, “and I know what is on your mind right now. I know what you want from me. Put your hands up on the beam.”

Baron licked his lips and lifted his hand.

Derek ran his hands up his side to his hands.

Baron sucked in air, closing his eyes as the cuffs clicked shut around his wrists. He wore only a shirt and a pair of pants, and right now, Derek left them on.

He stood back and looked at him. “You’re trembling all over,” he said.

Baron swallowed.

Derek reached out and slowly unzipped his pants.

Baron held his breath. A hand scooped into his underwear and took out his cock.

“Already hard, already leaking.” Derek pulled it up over his underwear and left it exposed like that, on display. He backed away, waited.

Baron closed his eyes again, his cock swelling, throbbing already with anticipation.

Derek moved close again, undid the buttons of his own ruffled shirt.

That simple action caused Baron to whimper. “Take it off,” he urged, “the shirt. Please.”

Derek smiled faintly. “I’m the boss, not you. I’ll decide when or if I will undress, my fine slut.” He reached out and trailed a finger over the head of his cock. “Say, yes, master.”

“Yes, master.”

He began to undo Baron’s shirt, making sure he moved the material over both nipples before allowing it to hang open. “Are your nipples needy tonight, Baron?”

“Oh yes,” he choked.

“What would you like me to do to them?”

“What ever you wish, master.”

“A good answer, although I know what you want. Remember that, Baron, everything I do, I do because you desire it…although sometimes I make you wait.”

“Yes, master.”

“I like the sound of that,” he flicked one nipple casually with his finger, then the other. “I like it a lot.”

“I’d call you master anywhere and—”

“Shush, shush, shush,” Derek shook his head. “Quiet now.” He walked around him. “I brought all the things we’ll need tonight. I have clamps and rings and toys…”

Baron let his head go back. “Do what you want. My body is yours.”

“I know that.”

“Do you also know that I love you?”

“You love the thought of me. Now, be quiet.”

Baron felt the whip on his back, then his shirt being torn down the middle. The sting in his back stiffened his cock and he moaned. Derek’s lips pressed against his shoulder, arms crept around him and a hand lifted his cock, pushing down his pants and his underwear. Baron kicked the clothing away with his feet, luxuriating in Derek’s embrace. Then he felt fingers prod his nipples, fiddling with them, pinching, then finally, clamping them tightly, causing Baron to swoon with intense uncomfortable pleasure. Next, a metal cock ring was pushed down his shaft, causing his cock to stand straight out.

“Exciting to look at, isn’t is?” Derek asked, coming around to the front and drinking in his cock on display.

“If it pleases you, master,” he grinned.

Derek pulled on the nipple clamps.

Baron cried out.

“I have a butt plug for you, bigger than ever. Ask me nice and I’ll insert it.”

“Please,” he begged. Um, the feeling of being used, even by the plug was pleasurable.

Derek stripped off his clothes. What a feast for the eyes. He walked in front of him, making sure Baron had time to register his nakedness…his beautiful body, his erect cock, his scrumptiously round, firm ass.

The plug was oiled and inserted, none too gently, causing Baron to buck his hips forward. “Keep doing that,” Derek demanded. “You’re turning me on. Go on, thrust as if the plug is going impossibly deep and a thousand cocks are pumping you.”

“Um, what an image,” Baron gasped, continuing to thrust, wanting to come. Another tug on the nipple clamps, causing him to grind his teeth together. The plug, manipulated, moving around in his ass, his nipples, so sore now, so superbly stimulated.

Derek came behind him, licked his neck. It sent shivers down his spine, then abruptly he turned his head to the left and kissed his mouth deeply. “I could love you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. They’re coming now. I’ve just gotten started…no time to teach you to truly obey. But at least now, we’ll both get what we want.”

 
Baron felt him wrists being unshackled. “Derek!”

He was gone. Just like that. Quickly Baron dressed, bracing himself for when the onslaught of law enforcement agents barrelled through the flowers to get to him.

“Where is he?” someone shouted. Weapons were aimed at him.

Baron put up a hand. “Who?”

“Derek Spencer, the cleaner. He was here.”

Baron shook his head.

“We know,” one of them said. “I’m a cleaner. When we let our guard down, even Spencer can be found.”

He fell silent. He had put himself at risk to be with him. He had to protect him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Someone grabbed his arm. “Come with me.”

He wasn’t sure what in hell Derek had meant by
I guess we’ll both get what we need,
until he was taken to the interrogation room. The cleaner’s name was Franklin. He was fair-haired, tall and built like a god. Were there no unattractive cleaners? When he dangled the handcuffs in front of him and told him to strip, he pretended that he was insulted, but secretly, he was excited as hell. Of course, Franklin knew that. He could read his thoughts.

As he began to strip, he watched him silently, leaning against the locked door. They couldn’t kill him, couldn’t really hurt him too much. He was an ambassador so he guessed they’d have to torture him in other ways.

“Derek was in a hurry. He didn’t have time to get you off, did he, Baron?” came the soft silky voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Going to be stubborn, are you? You like it rough? You like cleaners.”

Oh yes, he loved cleaners. Standing there naked, he feigned embarrassment.

“Put your arms out to your sides. Go over there and lay on the table, flat on your back.”

Yum. He was excited, but that excitement was mixed with fear. He was afraid for Derek, but his cock was so hard.

“Put your arms over your head,” Franklin snapped. “Do it now.”

As he did, Franklin grabbed his wrists and shackled them. Baron felt his gaze move over every inch of him. His dick stiffened even more.

“Nice cock,” he felt a hand cuff it. “Thick, hard, needy. Is your ass needy, too? What about these nipples?” A brutal pinch on one, then both together, tugging, nipping with teeth.

“Ooh…ooh…”

“Wait until we find Derek. Wait until I tell you what I have in store for him.”

“Don’t hurt him. I—”

“You love Derek, don’t you?”

“No, I mean…yes but…” A hand was tormenting his cock. Suddenly he felt his body sliding down the table.

“Get your knees up, thighs spread, and don’t close them. I plan to have a party tonight, me and a few other cleaners.”

Baron squirmed on the table.

“We’ll need to really oil that hole of yours since we plan to use it again and again.”

Baron moaned as he felt a finger delve into his anus. It roughly began to fuck him. His teeth began to chatter.

You like that, baby?

Derek, where are you? Shush, he’ll hear you.

It’s okay. He’s a friend of mine. Tonight, you’ll be used like you’ve never been used before. Are you ready?

Oh yeah…but when will I see you again?

Soon. Very soon.

“One night,” Franklin said, clamping both nipples, “we’ll catch up with Derek. I’ll hang him from that beam naked and torment his luscious body, force you to watch on your knees with your tits clamped and your ass plugged. Would you like that?”

“The pain, the pain,” he shouted as the clamps tightened and his cock was slapped brutally.

Suddenly the door opened and several men stepped in.

“The slut is here,” Franklin said. “He’s a traitor. Do what you want.”

His cock was pumping.

Keep the image of me in your mind, hanging naked, my body used while you watch.

Oh, baby, thank you. Thank you.

Hands moved over his body, unclamped his tits, played with them, then put the clamps back on. Other hands handled his cock, his balls, fingered his anus. One cock plugged his mouth, another cock began to thrust into his ass. A tongue moved across a clamped nipple, laving it, then biting, pulling it, teasing the clamp. Baron cried out.
Use me, use me.
And they did. “We’ll both get what we want.” Yes, Derek was free, and one day would come to him, allow himself to experience this pleasure, and he…well…he had exactly what he wanted…right here and right now.