Page 47 of Tribute
“Welcome to the Tribute facility, Price. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
The leash was unclipped but the collar remained on. By the time Aled opened his eyes, his clothes were gone too. There was no water to wash out his mouth, so he sat in the corner, wrapped his arms around his knees, and wondered what the hell he’d gotten himself into. Volunteering had seemed like an important thing to do. Hell, he’d been asked to step up! He’d never expected to be sitting in a cell naked, sucking dick.
But it was too late to complain. He straightened his spine and looked down the line of cages. Everyone else looked traumatized as well. A couple of the trainees were even crying. He tried to find some excuse for what had just happened. Maybe it was like most military facilities and he’d just been through a ritual hazing. Tomorrow would probably be better. That thought comforted him enough to help him fall asleep on the thin blanket.
Next morning, he was given basic army rations and water and ate everything as fast as he could, aware of the noise of approaching men and the beginning of a new training day. He spotted his trainer coming toward his cage. The male had dark skin, white close-cropped hair, and the lean, muscled body of a superb athlete. He wore a tight black T-shirt, military-style pants, and heavy boots. He looked amiable but bored as he talked to the other trainers when he went past them.
His smile disappeared as he unlocked the cage door and stepped inside. Aled put his water bottle down and stared at the ground just in front of his trainer’s combat boots.
“Come on, Price. You know what to do.”
The sneer in his trainer’s voice made Aled stiffen and glance covertly along the line of cages at his fellow inmates, who were all currently either sucking dick, about to suck dick, or being yelled at for refusing to suck dick.
He couldn’t fail. His family bled military, and they’d not care for any excuses he would make. He’d signed up for this mission. He might not like the reality of it, but that didn’t make him a quitter.
Setting his jaw, he crawled over to the motionless figure and knelt up, his fingers fumbling with the opening of his trainer’s pants.
“Good boy.”
“I’m not a fucking dog,” he muttered, and was rewarded for his sarcasm with a savage hand twisting in his hair and shoving his face onto a hard dick. Again, he didn’t have much to do except breathe and swallow as he was basically mouth-fucked.
“Yeah, that’ll do.”
The grip on his skull lessened and he was allowed to pull away, his breathing uneven.
“Get up.”
He was more than happy to get off his knees.
“Are you hard for me?”
The question drew his attention down to his own dick. “No! This is just normal . . .”
He yelped as Mexr wrapped a fist around his morning erection.
“You’re going to learn to be hard for me. To beg for my mouth or my dick.”
Aled met his trainer’s vivid green gaze. “I will fucking not, sir. I’ll do what you order me to do, but I can tell you right now, I willneverenjoy it, and I will never beg.” His breath hissed out as the grip on his cock tightened.
“You’ll do whatever I tell you, Price. If I tell you to get on your back, jack yourself off, and offer your ass to every fricking male in this facility, you’ll damn well do it.”
Aled had nothing to say to that. He wasn’t stupid. He’d pick his battles, and sensed Mexr would like nothing more than to have some resistance so he could demonstrate the power he held.
So he’d shut the fuck up.
For now.
Kai looked down at his trainee’s nice thick cock, which was now almost erect. The male definitely had bigger balls than he’d anticipated. Price also seemed aware of when to back off, which wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Adjusting his grip to something little short of brutal, he pumped Price’s cock up and down between his fingers, practically pulling the guy off his feet on the upstroke.
“Ah . . .”
Price groaned as he tried to rise to his toes to lessen the severity of the pull. Kai would have none of that, and clamped his other hand down firmly on the male’s shoulder. Price shuddered and within seconds started to come in thick waves all over his still-pumping hand.
He released his hold, wiped his fingers on Price’s heaving chest, and stepped back, clipping the leash onto Price’s collar.
“Come on.”
