Just how damned bad can anybody's luck be? Ari, disgruntled, asked himself. He reckoned that it was as bad as anyone's luck COULD be at the moment. His blue gaze caught Scipi's for a split second, and he whispered, "I wish I had brought my pistol."For a moment his face seemed older...and evil. He looked very much capable of doing harm to another being.
Scipi eyed him as though he had grown another head. Shooting a Templar, let alone two? Unthinkable. Possibly, they would be returned to the Temple school for reprimand...certainly they would be punished thoroughly, and forced into confession...what could happen beyond that neither wanted to contemplate.
"Look, good Sirs," Scipi faltered. "We were on our way to the shuttlestop, but were swept off the street by the crowd." His black eyes pleaded for a break. "I fear we may have missed the last shuttle..."
"Hmmmph," the first grunted. "Looks to me like you were going the wrong way to begin with." His thinlipped mouth smiled a smile that somehow failed to reach his eyes. Scipi felt a thrill of fear ripple through his body...all the way to his loins.
Ari drew himself up to his most impressive height and said. "Think you, my cotter and my shrike, could lie? Think you he could expose me to danger?" he asked them. "It could never happen, though, if you wish you may question him more closely."
Scipi glared at him, black brows meeting. His expression said, thanks a lot.
"Is this true, cotter?" The second templar grinned, rubbing his crotch idly. Perhaps it would be productive to 'question' this comely human servant of the noman lord a little closer...just to clear things up.
Still glaring at Ari, Scipi accompanied the two temple policemen to their vehicle, and climbed into the back. Ari huddled into the corner of the shuttlestop for warmth and safety to await the return of his shrike. At the moment he was feeling very vulnerable and young.
"Take off your clothes, boy..." the first templar ordered a shivering, and miserable Scipi once they were inside. He shrugged off his own jacket, and loosed his codpiece while the second watched in amusement. Both were fairly certain this manly youngling would be willing to cooperate in any way he could to avoid trouble for his erring young lord, and for himself, since he would take the brunt of any punishment meted out to his lord.
Grudgingly, Scipi did as he was told. He eyed the handsome older man appraisingly. His black eyes taking note of his rippling muscles, iron gray hair, clean shaven skin, and black piercing eyes. As with all temple police he was a prime specimen, fully human, and superbly endowed. Scipi felt his mouth begin to water as the older man forced him, now naked, to his knees. The templer's huge cock was bare and smelled freshly washed. There was a drop of precum oozing from beneath the thick foreskin already.
Scipi took the heavy uncut cock into his cold hands and placed the tip on his lips. The smell of the templar's manhood intoxicated him and he took the hot, pulsing tool into his mouth hungrily. He became aware that the other had knelt down behind him and was fingering his well-lubed hole curiously, probably wondering where those firm, young mounds had been already this waking.
"You and young Lord Peacemaker been making the beasty?" he asked, smelling cum. There would be hades to pay if this was the case.
"eh, boy? Better answer up and save yourself." The other templar growled.Proving sinful conduct against a nomanic was dastardly difficult, but their job was to keep all of them pure. The Peacemaker boy, though hopelessly flawed in the eyes of the Temple Elders, would likely prove a lively subject for corporal interrogation...someday.
Scipi shook his head, absorbed in sucking the cock in his mouth. He moaned in pleasure/pain as the templer behind him forced his tool to the hilt into his well-used hole. For a moment he paused, seesawing between the two full-grown men. The first face-fucked him for only a few moments, before deciding that he wanted him on his back, legs spread. The second guard took the opportunity to fully disrobe as the black-haired boy lay on the floor and again took the first templar, straddling his chest, into his mouth.
"MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM," Scipi protested. He was still sucking hard, as the second once again drove his cock into his hot, stretched boyhole and began the slow, rocking motion of pleasure.
"You like that boy?" the first grinned, and then laughed at Scipi's choked reply. Of course he liked it...this young shrike was a 'modern boy' if he ever saw one. Just like HE was at his age.
After just a few moments, his pulsing cock exploded in Scipi's mouth, cum dribbling down the sides. Though the boy swallowed as fast as he could to get all of it, he still had to wipe his face after the huge tool slipped from his lips, and back into its fleshy sheath.
Hearing the satisfied grunts of his companion the second shot a blazing load of hot jism into the boy's well-stretched hole.
Scipi lay nearly exhausted from so many encounters so close together, but was loathe to get up. In truth, he felt he could lay between these two men for a very long stretch and never bother getting up. His black eyes lidded sleepily and his pale hand dropped to his crotch with longing.
"What's the matter boy?" the first asked. He eyed Scipi's swollen young cock. "Looks like you need to unload a little yourself."
Scipi moaned softly in reply. LOZ, but he needed to get off!
The second templar, wiping his cock, was already descending on the boy's straddle. He took Scipi's swollen, throbbing, cock into his mouth and began the slow love-laps with his tongue that the boy could not resist overlong.
Scipi nearly screamed at the pleasure of the man's unexpected touch. He arched his strong young back to meet his every motion, and jabbed his hard cock deep into his throat. His hips began to buck frenziedly as he began to reach his pinnacle of pleasure. The other man rolled Scipi onto his side as the first sucked his cock, and began to lick the hot wounded crack between his man-mounds. His relaxed hole was leaking, and quivered at the touch of that warm tongue's penetration.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah!" Scipi moaned. His strong young hands locked in the first templar's hair, as he fucked his mouth. Some things his kind were expected to do for their lords were not half so bad...no matter how much he complained about them.
The second templar had replaced his tongue with a hard, prickly pleasure worm. The creature quickly slid into the boy's hot boyhole, and began moving in a rhythmic motion. Scipi gasped. This was his first encounter with such a pleasurable device. The creature, now exuding a nerve enhancing pheromone, continued its motions until the boy could no longer stand the pleasure. Scipi screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain, and loosed his hot load into the sucking mouth of the templar.
He nearly sobbed as the contractions of his hole expelled the creature and the three lay for a long time just breathing in the scent of cum and the pungent, not unpleasant scent of opened asshole.
"Ok, boy..." the first templar said, getting to his feet. He fastened his codpiece, reluctantly. "I expect you to get your lord to the temple school, preferably in one piece." He reached down and kissed Scipi full on his mouth. "You are a good boy and will make a fine spacer someday with a recommendation from Father Ranfrull here...and myself."
The other templar absently kicked the exhausted pleasure worm back into its tank and grinned reassuringly at the boy. "We'll be watching you, boy. Hear? If there is ever anything you need, we'll be close-by. I think I can speak for both of us when I say you have only to ask."
"Th...thank you, sirs." Scipi stammered, unsure of whether he had been threatened or promised a favor...maybe it was both. He donned his clothes with shaking hands and received a pat on his now sensitive backside by the two templars. He climbed from the back of their vehicle, roundly cursing Ari under his breath as he made his way to the shuttle stop where the young lord was shivering with the cold.
"Damn..." Ari groused. "You sure as Hades took your time. Don't you know I was freezing to death out here? Don't you know I was eyeballed by every kind of strangeoid on the street? Don't you know I could have been killed and eaten...or, even worse, eaten without being killed..."
Scipi's black eyes flamed. "Yeah, Magnifico, I know that. But if
you don't shut your yap, I'll feed you to a Xenomorph myself...I swear, I'll hold you whilst it eats you..." He raised his hands in a threatening clawlike gesture.
Ari's strange blue eyes widened. He suddenly seemed very young.
Scipi was instantly sorry at the spark of fear that sparked in the young Noman's blue eyes. "Dammit, I'm sorry, my lord Ari..."
He hugged his young friend and lord closely,though the contact was forbidden. Scipi was glad of this unusual friendship. Ari's companionship and his family's sponsorship would endow him with a fat monetary grant to the spacer's academy when he was ready to leave the Peacemaker household. IF, he played his cards right. He smiled tolerantly, and attempted to adjust the ragged shawl more closely around Ari's bright head.
'You MUST promise to keep yourself covered up, Ari. You have no idea how much danger you and any of your kind could be in here in the streets." And, you have no idea how lost and vulnerable we are right now. He left this last thought unsaid, knowing Ari could and would read his mind.
Ari grinned back at his human friend, reading him.
"Well, you can prove that devotion by getting me to the House of Mer'dath." His blue eyes took in all the time-darkened store fronts and eating hostels. His stomach growled with hunger at the smoke-borne odors of food forbidden his kind. "I'm hungry..." he said, finally. "I'm very hungry."
Scipi belched, tasting cum, and the sweet remnants of his early breakfast. What a disgusting combination. He couldn't bear the thought of food at present.
Their steps had taken them to yet another unknown part of the city where the well-tended cobblestones narrowed into barely passable, trash-littered alleyways. Humans and aliens of every caste and description moved unhindered, and unafraid through the streets. Hybrids and 'fancy' bred slaves cruised for companionship outside the many 'chop shops' and rub parlors. A pair of rotting,half shod feet were visible sticking out of a pile of garbage. The smell of death and decay and terror was everywhere. Ari, wide eyed took everything in...knowing they could get a lot more lost that they already were.
And, he did not care one wit.
To be continued...