Organization: Q.D. Karlstad AB
HOSTAGE.TXT
The Hostage - By SwampRat (c) 1991 - The Rashathran Society
He awoke to darkness. Than it wasn't a dream.. A hand stroked his erection. He shuddered, waiting. Another moved along his tail, combing the coarse hair. Then it clamped itself to his hip. Murwe gritted his teeth, as hot breath misted the furry crotch, fanned his desires. Was it male? Was it Female?? Did It Matter?! Fingers dug into his nut-sack, pulling his sheath downward. 'Bite It! Lick It! Swallow It!' he wanted to scream. The Ambassador allowed a groan to escape from his muzzle. He was glad of his warrior training. 'My body may desert me, but I am still in control of my..' His mind betrayed him, as teeth pressed themselves into the fat cock-head. It was not bitten, but rather nibbled upon, like a dainty horsd'oeuvre. The canine found himself begging, pleading with the being to allow him release. He turned red with shame.. His hands moved of their own accord, stroking themselves against the fingers as best they could, being tied cross-ways. He stiffened, as a tongue slapped his cock. It danced along the reddish flesh, lingering for a maddening moment, then onward, to follow a throbbing vein.
A shuddered moan came from deep inside the animal as the tip pressed against the penile sheath, and moving the skin, dipped inside, licking along the core. His hips arched, surprising the canine. Never in his life had he been interested in Anything sexually.. Now his captor had broken his will in mere minutes. He gasped as warm wetness closed over his cock. Some shred of his discipline returned. He would not allow the creature to... Orgasm took even that bit of pride, strong fingers digging deep into his ass-cheeks. He howled like a bitch in heat, and didn't care. The mouth took him to the roots, drinking his scum up like fine wine. It stayed to make him whimper. He tried to pull himself together.. The tongue slid across the still sensitive head, and a creature who snapped his finger claws together when he wanted something, and flogged servants when there were slow, Now pleaded with whoever it was to stay a moment longer.. The fingers kneaded his butt, The mouth became a leech. Then it moved on him.. The hands held him to the bed, while warm breath stirred the fine crotch fur. They squeezed the fleshy mounds, as the cock-tip was nibbled on. It was exquisite torture..
Murwe would tell any secret, say any code, make Any promise, Just to keep that suction on his maleness. When he could stand no more the head would bob again, his fingers twining with those on his butt. Again, his nuts ignited, and he babbled. Ejaculate was harvested out of him by the hungry being. When he was ready to climb the walls, his cock was slowly pulled out of the vacuum. One last lick, then he was free. "Enjoy that Puppy?" That voice was to haunt him time and again. The Ambassador didn't care.. He wheezed. Passed out... Awoke to.. Light! His blindfold was off. So were the cuffs. He lay in a bed, in a lackluster room. The walls were gray, the floor was gray.. And no window! The door was locked, and tug as he might, it stayed locked. The only other things besides a bed were a shower stall and the commode. He used it.. Was still sitting when the door opened. The blaster motioned him to remain. A table was brought with a tray. Food.. The being was clad in black from head to foot. Nothing could be seen of it.. He was fed, allowed to bathe, and be combed. The humans had proved irretractable in dealings..
Perhaps he was held for this reason. There were many on the Staff who would like his position. Maybe his Valet had passed coinage to the creature for his disappearing. Another race he had cheated? Or one that the Humans had aggravated.. The possibilities proved endless.
The creature never showed his face, nor his body. Murwe had wild fantasies about what lay under that black mesh.. Then a change... "Time for your bath, Puppy." The canine perked up. He had roared, pleaded, threatened, to no avail. That filled most of the second day. The third was a semi-attempt at bluster. The fourth was a pleading for the being to at least Say something.. Five more filled with the dull sameness of eat, sleep, pace. A shower when he felt like it.. Except for the first day when he had been abused so wonderfully.. A shudder at the memory. Not so much as a fondle since.. The blaster no longer came with food, so even though of getting a weapon was lost. He tried to act like an indignant hostage.. But his tail wanted to leap skyward.. A smile cracked the corners of his mouth. One of the beings had spoken to him! His cuffs were replaced, as was the blindfold, and he was moved to another place down a gray hallway. No noises came to his straining ears, no movement of air to show a door or window. At last he was placed in a tub.
The warm water felt wonderful, but he was still cuffed and blind. "Why am I.. Oh." A body entered the water in front of him. Legs were placed beside his and something was rubbed on his neck, The smell of soap came to him. His chest was scrubbed, hands feeling his nipples erect. The pretext of washing went with the cleanser as soon as hands met his erection. He struggled and gasped as fingers stroked him. Damn having his hands tied behind his back.. He wanted to feel the other being. What?! He actually wanted to touch the Creature.. Water ran down his body as did fingers. A tongue teased his tits, as he was lifted, to nestle onto the lap of a male. Both cocks were held. Rubbed together. Murwe moaned again, feeling the need build. His hips jerked, cum spurting over the clasping fingers.. Moments later alien sperm hit his stomach, coated his cock. He could smell it.. Wanted to taste it. It was rubbed into his fur, then rinsed out. He was lifted, led out of the bath, and a wet male body pressed itself against his back as he was placed under a dryer. His paws clutched the penis, feeling it, fondling it. A chuckle.
"Puppy like his bone?" Red creeped up his ears, but he would not let go of the stiffening member for anything. It was rubbed against his butt-cheeks as the comb was applied to his chest. The Gtarrw moaned at the treatment, especially when his cock was once again tugged on. This time he frigged the male off. His seed spurted again.. Forgotten. All that mattered was the slippery inches his paws were pulling on. More than once the seeping tip hit his anus, smearing sticky fluid on it. A grunt in his ear as cum matted his butt fur.. The tip lodged in his cheeks and some of the sticky stuff went into his ass. He moaned.. Fighting against the feelings flooding him. "Please.." he whispered. "Does Puppy want Master to remove his bone, or to stick it in deeper?" He rubbed his butt against the pole.. But it was pulled out of his fingers. "Later, Puppy.. Now we have to bathe you again.." He got dunked, rinsed, and dried in a whirlwind. Another couple of days with Silent.. Murwe growled to himself. What had happened? His training, His years as a commander. Thrown out the window by someone he didn't even know. A Male yet! Then footsteps...
The Gtarrw nearly jumped out of his bed. "Go out for a few hours.." Eagerly the Ambassador crept to the door, stuck his ear to it. "The Boss wants information." So.. His back stiffened. Well, they could Try.. He jumped as the door opened suddenly. Silent came back in with a blindfold. Tossed it to the canine. "And what if I don't put it on?" Silent showed him what. He got stunned.. He lay, quite unable to do anything, as the black one tied the cloth around his eyes, sealing it with a lock. It couldn't be untied until the lock was off. Cursing himself for being a fool, Murwe waited. "Gave ya some trouble, eh? That's ok.. He still goes into the shower." The door closed and hands grabbed him. "Hello, Puppy. I've come to see if you still want to play with my bone.." They lifted him up, to be held against a strong male body.. quite nude. Together they went into the shower. He was shoved against a wall, and held by a fleshy hip. Movement was available, but slow. He brushed his tail against the smooth buttocks. "Hope Puppy likes his water warm.." The Ambassador didn't care.. As long as that piece of skin was in contact with his. The stream hit his shoulder blades as the human turned. Fingers kneaded his body, not even pretending they were there for cleaning him.
Instead they enticed, dancing across his chest, flicking the hard nipples. Tugged at his erection, fondled his swelling balls. Gripped and kneaded his buttocks. Murwe groaned, sliding his own paws along the muscular arms. He clutched the cock with a hand, the other holding onto the wall. A laugh.. "Puppy ready now?" Another tug, this time shoving his hips back. "OK.. First we make Puppy slippery." Something was applied to his anus. A finger slid inside him.. A shiver ran up his spine. A larger digit was stuffed in the moaning animal. He moved on it, taking it up to where it met the hand. He was finger-fucked for a moment.. Then it was pulled out. "All yours, Puppy.." The thick cock in his hand expanded, dripping pre-cum. He slowly pushed it against his ass-hole. He tugged.. It didn't move. He tugged again.. "Please.. Master. Please bugger Puppy." He no longer felt shame at the words. Indeed pleasure suffused him when the fat tip split his ass open. He held onto the wall with both paws as a hand jacked him off. The man-meat continued to slide.. Deeper, and deeper. Ah.. Ballsack pressed against ballsack. He had every last inch..
And wanted more! His tail flipped over the thigh, feeling muscles ripple. It stroked the smooth butt-flesh.. Murwe moaned. It was pulled slowly out. Fingers pressed into his shoulder, as the pole was stroked back in to the hilt. He wriggled in the male's crotch for a moment.. Then gasped as the buggering commenced. The penis pistoned in him, not too fast, not too slow. His head spun, and he grunted each time his ass was compressed by the man's crotch. The canine shoved back, to hump his own cock through the grasping hand. He took over that chore as his Master's hand ran up to fondle his chest. He yelped, getting a gentle bite on his shoulder. Cum poured out of his cock, claws digging at both sets of nuts. He squirmed, as the man pulled him back into the hard lap. Semen jetted into his guts, triggering another shuddering orgasm. This is what he wanted.. To feel his Master cum up his ass for all time... All too soon the male pulled out of him. He was washed down, and dried. As he was being combed, the male lay on top of him, shoving his seeping cock through the furry buns. When the Gtarrw was sure he was going to climb the walls, he was let up. "Next time Puppy, I will teach you how to fetch.."
A kiss made his knees go weak. he sat on the bed, as the door was closed. Silent returned, to unlock his blindfold, and bring him food. His butt still felt warm where the man had pressed his meat in. An idea formed.. But before he could proposition Silent, the being was gone... Shit! The horny animal masturbated, shoving as many fingers as would fit into his ass-hole. He bent, hooked his toes into the bed frame, struggled to lick his own cock.. He wasn't limber enough. Damn! His diaphragm tried to cope with being crushed as the canine tried again.. Then his balls erupted, and his cock poured a river of hot spunk into his open mouth. Wheezing, he drank it all, jerking both hands in an effort to ride the orgasm.. His toe-claws came unhooked, the last drops dribbled down his fist as the Ambassador passed out.
All the next day he begged the black-clad one to allow him to touch it. He pleaded, he licked his lips, he whispered every lewd thing he could think of.. To no avail. Hmmpf! He jerked off, remembering the male's hands on him. The next time Black came in, Murwe fondled himself, made motions towards the being. And again, All the dark-clad one did was to leave the tray.. But the Gtarrw thought he could just see a bulge in the crotch.. After eating, he ran his fingers over his cock, feeling it throb in his grasp. In his mind, he unreeled a fantasy about peeling those pants off with his teeth.. The door opened. "Well, Puppy.. Busy?" He turned, eyes wide. "Master..." This time he could see the person.. Well almost. A robe covered the body, while a mask hid the face. "Continue, Puppy, I like to watch.. Unless Puppy is thirsty..." It took a moment to register.. The canine dropped to his knees. "Very thirsty, Master.. Did you bring Puppy a drink?" The man moved closer. "No, a bottle.. Puppy isn't weaned yet." He growled as the male stepped up to him. Hands trembling, he opened the robe.. To have it pool around them. The muscular frame made his heart beat a little faster.
He lifted his paws up, touched the hard nipples. Ran fingers down the wide sides.. He chuckled to himself. Master had a paunch.. The ass his claws dug into wasn't fat at all. It was huge, with muscles bigger than his thighs.. They moved as he tried to focus on the maleness in front of him. Fingers stroked his as he inhaled the man's scent. Licked on the jutting cock.. Then grabbed his own erection, taking the tip of the 'bottle' into his mouth. Not sure what to do at first, he nibbled on the fleshy pole. Then let it soak in his saliva. Sweet pre-cum dribbled onto his tongue.. He licked it off, slowly taking a few more inches into his muzzle. Soon, he had it all, the head just touching the back of his throat. Mmmm.. A hand fondled his ears. "Good Puppy." He sucked, moving his head on the cock. He squeezed himself, as lust made his hips move. The canine nursed harder, wanting to taste the man's semen.. He growled, then moaned as orgasm hit. Another moan as 'Master' filled his 'Puppy's' mouth with rich cock- cream. Murwe gulped the stuff, sucking on the pulsating organ. When he had gotten the last slimy drops out, he licked the cock-knob. Hands ran down his arms, pulling him up.
The man rubbed their dripping dicks together, then frigged the Ambassador off. Puppy grabbed ahold of his Master penis and did the same. Claws dug into a smooth butt, while fingers grasped a furred one. The held each other and moved their hips. The Gtarrw hunched, grunted. Never had he felt so.. They came together, rubbing the spunk between them. "Want a shower, Puppy?" He grinned, and knelt, lapping every last bit of cum off the male. Cleaned himself off by licking his hand and combing his stomach fur. "What does Master want to do with his Puppy now?" A sigh as the man picked up the robe. "Everything, But I must leave you for a Short time. I shall return, however. And then Puppy..." Murwe moaned as hands grabbed his ass, an ear thrust into the mask was nibbled on. Then the man opened the door, and locked it behind him. The Ambassador sighed, going into the shower. Black would be by later, to feed him. His balls ached as testicles are want to do when they have been abused.. He cupped them, rubbing the cords that sent semen to his cock. He sighed, tracing a vein on his penis. It throbbed, and he jerked, as the claw tickled the pointed tip. He growled, pulling on it, as the male had done just minutes before.
His nuts ignited one last time and he panted, holding onto the wall. He wearily cleaned his fingers, sucking the thick spunk off them. Then the wall, lapping at the cold tile. Finally, he turned on the water, washing himself well.. Dried and combed, he lay on the bed, letting his head fill with thoughts of what the male would do to him upon his return..
Once again the key turned in the latch. Now eagerness suffused the Ambassador. He yearned for the being's touch. Master was to allow his Puppy to again please him.. Someone else stood in the door. His will drained. His spine stiffened as many humans and Gtarrw came rushing through. A robe was tossed onto his frame. He was whisked to a hospital with profuse apologies. Some days later he stood, overlooking the city. There was a pang of regret. Someplace a man lived. His Master.. The only being to abuse him lovingly. To show what he craved was the caress of another male. No female held his attention. None ever had. A sigh.. No longer to feel that thrill whenever his lover used him, or allowed himself to be used. One word still buzzed in his ears, made him moan in his sleep.. "Puppy." His shuttle would be in that afternoon.. Another medal and a desk job awaited him.. He clenched his hands. He would give the entire embassy to feel those hands fondle him again. To nibble on the smooth maleness, suck out the cum from his Master.. A knock. "Enter." Swallowing the bitter pill of memories, he set his face and turned.
"High Council Murwe, This envelope came for you. It is sealed with a print-lock." His brows furrowed. Turned to look at his valet.. He pointed to the desk. The canine bowed, and placed the letter on it. Then bowed again, and left. The Ambassador looked at the paper. Too small to be a bomb. No signs of anything lethal, just something square and flat. He pressed the small oval. The top unzipped. Inside was a vidphoto. His muzzle wrapped around a maleness, paws clutching the butt-cheeks. As he gripped the corners, a soundless voice came to him. "I enjoyed our time together, Puppy.." The scene changed. He held onto the smooth ass, cock buried halfway into it. How had those plates been taken? "I wish it could have been longer.." The scene changed a third time. It was a Gtarrw standing next to a human. They were fondling each other.. His paws moved with desire.. More words came through the neural contact. He stared at the now-blank square. Then tossed everything into an dissipator. Tapped his claws on the desk. A few more hours.. A claw held down a button. "Auto.." came from a speaker. "Is my limo ready?" "Yes, High Council.." "Place the flags of Myaer on it. I want these ogiuds to know who passed through their worthless town." A grin could be felt even through the grill. "At once Council.." He too grinned.
The assassination of the Ambassador really raised a stir. What was left of the burned out wreck was found some days later. Nothing was found of either him or the chauffeur. Most believed they had died in the explosion. Some thought he had been taken and killed as was the way with terrorists.. Murwe awoke to familiar hands. "Feeling better, Puppy?" He grunted.. Puppy! And hugged the man. Grabbed an ass he had fondled for the better part of a month. "You live! Master.." A huckle, as the haze lifted. A face came to him. "Master no more.. Call me Zane. I believe you have seen Rocl. I sent you a picture of him." A grinning Gtarrw also stroked him. "Than it was you..." A nod. "Also your driver." He shuddered, the long fingers stroking his swelling balls. "I have been mating with humans for many months.. Being so low on the tree, I was free to do much as I pleased." He stood. "I have to leave.. My lover awaits me." Murwe lay back. Then looked at the man. "Would prefer me in Black?" The canine stared. "Than you were.." A nod. He grinned broadly, and pulled the man down to feel skin against fur. "Puppy wants Master to Fuck him.." He moaned, feeling all the disciplines of a lifetime melt away before the fire of lust. A kiss pressed his head onto the pillow. He returned it, just as eager. Never again would he hide his emotions..
On Minros Six, the Council congratulated themselves. The human had proven most efficient.. They thought a moment. There was another troublemaker, in need of a lesson in humility. They got in contact with their agents, who set things in motion.
Aggas, a bull-like being snorted and threw the papers off his desk. Another petition for marriage. He had no interest in anything Female.. If this wasn't worrying enough, now he had to go to this backwater planet called.. He shuffled through the stuff on the floor with a hoof. ...Earth. A slave scurried to pick the papers up. He reviewed his collection of female vidphotos.. Not even the skinny females of his new assignment struck any interest. Resht entered, nude as he was. Clothes concealed weapons. He felt the same feeling creep along his spinal cord. A brotherly fondness.. But that was all. Preparations were almost ready. He gave his friend a hug, again feeling warm. The being watched the two, grinning to itself. It knew what it saw.. It also had a contact on Earth.. Someone named 'Master..' Then it's collar would be removed. If it was lucky it might get to see the male shown his true side.. A grin as the pair left. Yes, indeed, it just might.
The End
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