You Submit to Him

You need to think about this pragmatically. You're a ****. You're probably going to be a sex ****, and maybe that is better than a life of hard labor. You've been given a taste of hard labor, and it wasn't good. Maybe this will be mild by comparison.

There are fewer clothes to remove than there was last time. You take off your shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and, after a pause, underwear. He watches you the whole time, grinning.

Now it's his turn to get naked. With his helmet off, he presses a few buttons on his armor. The suit's arms pop free from its torso, and he removes them, revealing well-honed arms. {If Trust <=0}No wonder he's had such an easy time overpowering you whenever he needed to. {endif}The armor's torso opens along his sides, and he pulls it off. His chest and abs are muscular, powerful. He undoes his belt, and removes the lower half of his armor. It's only natural that he would have a bigger cock than you. It's around 8 inches long. Reasonably thick, with a well shaped helmet head, and not much foreskin. It's already erect. He sits on the bed, thighs spread. "Let's see what you can do with that mouth of yours," he says. His member stands tall, waiting for your service.

You approach, and kneel in front of him. "That's a good boy," he says, placing a hand, {If Guard **** A=1}the same one he used to jerk you off, {endif}on your head. You place your hands on his thighs and caress them. You place your lips on his tip, then, after a moment of hesitation, part them, and slide your lips and tongue over several inches of cock. The tip of your tongue catches on his foreskin just a bit as you head down. You make it most of the way to the base. His cock is especially salty. You don't know what he's been doing all day, but he's not been sedentary.

He moans. "There you go," he says. "See, it's not so bad."

You bob forward and back a couple of times. At a moment when your lips happen to be quite far up his shaft, you curl your hand around its base. From there, you don't have to take in quite so much. Your hand takes one half of his cock, your mouth the other. Your tongue will do the most good near the head, anyway. You swirl it around that head, making sure to get into the foreskin as you do. There actually is some good texture there, and while you can tell he's been working, his member isn't dirty at all.

"Fuck," he leans back. "Good job ****. Keep going." You do. You make your hand and mouth a little faster. While your right hand helps with his cock, your left slides off his thigh and moves down to his balls. "Good," he moans. "Nice and active. Good. Get your tongue down there some as well." You pull your mouth off his dick and plant your tongue on his sack. You drag it upward. His balls are salty and rough. Once you reach their top, you circle back down, gently take one into your mouth, and suckle on it. The hand that's not busy with his cock slides upward, stroking his muscular body.

He moans. "That's. Good. Very good ****. I'd love to keep up with this, but there's a bit more testing to do." He sits up and repositions himself so he's lying on the bed. "Go ahead and lay on top of me. Give me a kiss." You get on the bed and climb on top of him. He wraps his arms around you. One goes over your shoulder blades, the other lower, so his hand can squeeze your butt. He's warm. Big and warm, and his grip is tight. You go to kiss him, just like he asked you to. His lips part just a bit, and you interlace yours with his. He pushes his tongue into your mouth. His left hand slides up to the back of your head and gently prevents you from breaking the kiss. His right hand, which had been on your butt, reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs a tube. "You said you've had a boyfriend before," he says. "When did you most recently have intercourse?"

You don't want to think about Riley right now. You don't want to think about how he must be grieving for you. How from whatever planet he's on, unless he's somehow not heard about the conquest, he knows what's happened to you. "It's been almost two years," you say. "He's the only one I've ever done anything with."

"Alright," he says. The hand on your head pushes you into another kiss, then moves its way down to undo the lid on the tube. He's lubing up his fingers. Maybe you should be relieved he's bothering, but you don't feel terribly relieved right now.

A long, thick, cold finger plunges into your hole. You gasp. "Looks like you'll be nice and tight for me," he says. He makes a few circles with his finger. He hits your g spot. You shiver. "Good," he says. "Responsive." You make a point of replicating that same shiver each time he comes back around to it. You can't lose sight of your goal. You're trying to do well on this test.

Another finger joins his first, and he starts spreading them, working to stretch you out. This attention is what finally gets you hard. When he first notices it, he rubs your cock a few times with his thigh. "Excited?"

"Yes, sir," you say, because you know that's what he wants to hear.

"I'm glad," he says. After several minutes, he goes to insert his third finger, but pulls it back. "Not ready yet," he mutters. After several minutes more, he pushes it in, and he stretches you more. "I'm sure you know this, but try extra hard to relax once I take you. Otherwise, it will hurt."

"Yes, sir," you say.

"Good boy." Once he feels the time has come, he orders you off the bed, then gets off of it himself. "Bend over," he says. You take a deep breath. You bend over the bed. Your ass now lying there, ****. About to be used. He lubricates his erection, then positions himself behind you, spreading your cheeks with his hands. "Deep breath," he says. You take one. "Good." He lines it up. He pushes his cock into your hole. He eases it in further. You close your eyes. You try to pretend it's Riley. He did this countless times. The cock eases into you, thrust by thrust, each one taking it half an inch deeper. When it hits one spot in particular, it gets another moan from you. "There you go," he says. Not Riley's voice. You open your eyes. At least he used lube. It could be a lot worse.

He grips your cheeks, and his thrusts grow more forceful. His hands move up and down your sides. He caresses, almost massages you. The gentle squeezes match the rhythm of his thrusts. The pleasure from that forces you to take your turn to moan. "Still responsive," he says. "Good. Very good." Once he makes it back down to your ass, he grips your cheeks and doubles his speed. Your every breath is heavy now. They're getting quicker.

"You're going to make someone very happy," he says, and he's probably right. You don't know who, but whoever buys you is probably going to enjoy you a lot.

After several more minutes, he's pounding you about as fast as he can. The attention has your own cock leaking. His breaths are getting shaky. His moans, louder. Then it happens. He plants himself as deep inside you as he can, and his seed launches into you. "Yes!" he shouts. "Gods yes!" His orgasm lasts half a minute, and he's huffing the whole time. "Get on the bed," he says. "Lie on your side, facing me." You do. You're still hard. He directs you to scoot back on the bed, and he lies down next to you. He grabs your cock. "Good slaves should be rewarded," he says. He strokes you. His hand is soft, but it's grip is firm{If Guard **** A=1}, even more so than it was when it was covered by his armor. {else}.{endif}

"There's, uh, really no need sir," you say.

"That's for me to judge," he says. He pulls you in with his remaining arm and kisses you. Because you're trying to be a good boy, you go along with it, and hug him back and caress his shoulder blades. He keeps stroking you. Sickly sweet pleasure washes over your body. You breathe faster. It's building up. It's almost there. It bursts. You moan and launch cum onto his abs. Your orgasm lasts half a minute, just like his did. "There you go," he says. "Wasn't that nice?"

"Yeah," you say.

"That's how your owner is going to feel, over and over again. Maybe even you too. You did very well."