Baron Obeid looked down at Ranta, kneeling in front of him. He'd need to remove his gag to go forward. As he leaned in to release the lock at the back of Ranta's head, he caught a glimpse of silver metal in Ranta's red hair. He smiled, wryly, and moved his hands away. He stepped back from Ranta who looked up at him, with a curious, but defiant look. Obeid addressed his men. "Gentlemen, you are about to learn a VERY important lesson. NEVER let what you want, no matter what it is or how badly you want it, to cloud your judgement. I just did and it almost - ALMOST - cost my life and probably some of yours as well. He smiled as he looked down at Ranta. "Isn't that right, my friend?" Ranta's look went from curious to angry, and Obeid laughed. "Would someone fetch me a long nosed set of pincers - the most narrow you can find." A low level soldier ran off and came back. Obeid smiled. "Thank you Ceta. Now, gentlement observe." Obeid gently pushed the pincer into Ranta's curly hair and pulled gently but firmly. He removed a very thing, almost gossamer like sheet of very finely woven strands of metal. "Do any of you recognize this?" The soldiers and messengers looked at each other quizzically. "This is what is called a trap web, is it not, Commander Ratna?" "mmmph." and a glare, was all he got. "A trap web, once it is wrapped around a body at a certain temperature, will tighten irrevocably, until all circulation ceases. Now, you may be thinking the loss of a finger, or even, dare I say, a penis, is not life threatening, however..." He carried the web around the room. "Consider if our friend here scratched his head and threw the web on my , or your, face? Hmmmm?" He could see Ranta boiling, trying to work his way out of the bonds. "What else do I see here, Sir? As best I recall, you did not have a pierced ear." They all saw Ranta's shoulders slump, as Obeid removed the small blue shard from Ranta's ear. "Michxta, bring this to the analysis lab. I'm sure they will find it is a suicide compound: which could also work as a killing compound if administered correctly. " The look from Ranta told him: he was right. "I believe, gentlemen, that I was almost fooled into falling for the traps and pitfalls of a man, who is essentially a death trap." He looked down at Ranta. "GET UP. We'll be taking you to one of the bomb control units after which, we shall proceed. But first: Ceta, please bring me a neck sized Narayan collar. " The "Narayan collar" was an early invention by Dr. Narayan, when he worked for "intelligence gathering." They were designed in different sizes, ranging from the smallest ones, which fit big toes, to those the size of cock rings, to the one that Obeid now used. They seemed to be simple collars, but they were lined with a multitude of small needles. If the collar were attached, loosely, as he did to Ranta now, there was nothing but the feeling of the needles A pull on the leash would tighten it, and the needles would push their way into the skin they surrounded. "I am hoping I will not have to use this, Ranta. I would rather enjoy your company alive. And I am SURE you would prefer that I not remind Malkus of their usefulness on men who have NOT endured interrogation techniques. "mmmmmmmmmmph." Ranta was angry, but Obeid had just threatened to suggest the use of the collar on his nephews. He would behave. Obeid and his attendants led Ranta to a room with reinforced walls, and smaller rooms with thick panes of glass. When they got to the room, Obeid sliced the ropes binding Ranta's wrists, reminding him before he did that he knew that Doron and Ezel were his nephews. "I understand... Master Obeid." "Good. Now you enter the room and you will remove every item of your clothing. EVERY item." Ranta sighed. "I thought you looked forward to the joy of undressing me against my will." Obeid smiled. "And I will have it. But for now, you will do as you are told. You are a prisoner of my realm, and you are my property. COMPLY." He shoved Ranta into the room and with four or five lackeys watching with Obeid, Ranta stripped down. "INCLUDING THE SKING SUIT RANTA." Ranta sighed as Obeid laughed. The skin suit was again, a throwback to another day. It coated the wearer's body like a second skin. Obeid wore one, impregnated with a toxin. He pulled it off and threw it with the other garments. Obeid released the lock on the door, and called for the naked Ranta to exit. "Have we the Narayan collar for his penis? " His attendant Sami smiled. "Of course we do, Baron." After Ranta's wrists were bound, Obeid attached the second collar. He felt his own penis spring when Ranta winced at the needles touching the base of his dick. "Now, hit the pile of clothing with a laser. Gentlemen, put down your visors. You..." he pointed to Ranta. "Turn away. " The set of explosions that went off, and the gasses that were released, were astounding. "How many sets of traps did he..." "Well over 24, Sami. But that is not all that we have to check." He looked at Ranta's body, covered with the short red hairs. "Are they equipped with putresol?" Again, Ranta sighed. Putresol was a compound that the Cyclons had invented as part of THEIR intelligence. A derivative of the known compound putrescine, putresol became activated upon contact with the live tips of body hair, and became flammable. "Yes, Baron Obeid. They are." Baron smiled. "Then we are far from finished. Please chain him to the wall and bring me a simple clipper." Again, Ranta didn't fight. He didn't know what Obeid was capable of doing to his nephews. He tried to look away as Obeid ran the clipper over his body. He did not forget a single crevice, and all of Ranta's body hair was gone. "Tis a shame, big red," Obeid joked. "But I'm sure clean fur will grow back while we are together. Now, since we are as we are, I will ask you: are there any more traps I should know of." "None, my Lord," Ranta answered, and Obeid laughed. "The man WISHES for the magnetic vibrator. Bring it to me." "Baron, we have several. " He smiled. "The largest." Again, from the old days, fighters who knew that they would become sex slaves if captured, would equip their body cavities with objects designed to cut into the flesh of their captors. The magnetic vibrator would both deactivate them, and remove them when it was removed. Obeid grinned lasciviously as he pushed the vibrator into Ranta. All could hear clicks, and saw five or six "sharpies" leave Ranta's body. Obeid pulled on the Narayan collar around Ranta's balls. "I will ask you again. Should I know of anything else? Keep in mind that if you lie to me again, Ranta, later tonight you will find a testicle of one of your nephews brought to you." Ranta gulped. "There is nothing else, My Lord." He smiled. "This time, I believe him. He stared into Ranta's eyes, and Ranta whispered "yes Master," before he dropped to his knees, and sucked Obeid's dick in front of the retainers.
In their cell, Doron tried to comfort Ezel. He wasn't having much success: Malkus was a gifted top and Dominator, and it had been Ezel's first time. Doron had watched, both horrified and aroused. He had taken cock in his ass before, but there were few that were both as long AND as thick as Malkus' . He wasn't sure he wouldn't have screamed as much as Ezel had when Malkus took him. Ezel was embarrassed, humiliated, angry and physically hurt. "I will try to prevent that happening again, Ezel. " "HOW COULD YOU HAVE PREVENTED IT? HE TOOK ME BECAUSE OF MY BIG MOUTH. CAN YOU SHUT THAT UP?" Doron laughed. "Brother, no one has EVER succeeded in shutting you up, you're right about that. But you learn quickly. Perhaps that will help you. " He paused. "And he took both of us so, I assume it's my turn next." "You assume correctly Doron. And your turn has come." "BY THE STARS," thought Doron. "Has he refreshed ALREADY? " It was less than 3 hours. Yes, the Orians were renowned for their sexual endurance and recovery time. When THEIR warriors were captured, turning them into submissives and bottoms was the difficulty. Once they were "persuaded," however, they were favorites at brothels throughout the galaxy. They could accept more different dicks in succession than any man of any other race. And when they were taken as "studs," their production was so large, it was difficult to get a good price for them. Still, Orian semen had populated more than one army in the galaxy. "Do not worry that your brother will be alone, Doron. I have company for him." He moved aside and there was Obeid with Ranta bound but dressed. He was wearing Orian clothing. Doron could tell, immediately, that Ranta's hair had been removed: his arms were smooth, as were the portions of his legs that were not covered by the tunic. "RANTA! Then they have not sent you to the mines." "For now..." Malkus grinned. "It seems that Baron Obeid, who had the foresight to acquire the two of you for me, has a weakness for Ranta's type. I could not let him go unrewarded. So, there are the three of you in this manor, and several others of your crew dispersed to other noble homes. "And the others?" Doron asked. He saw Ranta gently shake his head 'no' and realized his error when Malkus responded. "Most have gone to the mines, some have gone to the galleys, and some will be sacrificed in days to come, in gratitude for our victory. The three of you are lucky, for as noble captives, you should be with those to be sacrificed. " "THEN SEND US" Ezel yelled, forgetting a promise to Doron. "If you were not such a sweet assed virgin, Ezel, you would be. However, I will take joy in the first fucks you have ever experienced, and there will be many. For now, however, you should get reacquainted with Ranta. Doron, with me." "Yes My Lord." Doron gulped, having some idea of what awaited him. Ranta noticed that Obeid had clearly not told Malkus of the relationship between the brothers and himself. He stored that away in case it was useful. "Ezel... you have been taken." He put his arm around Ezel, who stiffened. "I was, Ranta. I was. He... " he began to cry. "He was not gentle." Ranta held him more tightly. "We do not train recruits for this kind of thing. I have to try to get some changes made to Academy when we get back." He sighed. "I remember my first Ezel. A Folixkan?" Ezel looked up. "You were taken by a Folixcan? The men with three penises? " "Yes, and each had to be satisfied. It IS the cost of warfare: men are away from home, and... besides that, the thought of showing conquest by.. making a man your woman, there is no greater aphrodisiac. " "I must consider that Ranta. I hope... I hope he is gentler with Doron."
At that moment, Malkus was being anything BUT gentler with Doron. "One of you from the front, and one of you from the back, my sweet Doron." He had the young man naked, face down on a platform. There was a hole at the point where Doron's cock met his body, and Malkus had tied a heavy weight to Doron's cock, which extended through the hole. Doron felt a WHACK to his ass. "Yours has been used. Does your brother know that HIS brother is a SLUT?" He smacked Doron's ass again. "It has been used, but I am not a slut." Another whack. "How many times, Cyclon? " He smacked him again. "Ten? Twenty? More than fifty?" Doron felt the long tongue of Malkus passing up and down his ass. When he pulled back to try to get more, the weight pulled his cock back down. "HOW MANY BOY?" The tongue went deeper "More than fifty My Lord." "MORE THAN FIFTY. Ha ha. Does your brother know that his brother is a whore?" Doron felt Malkus' thick, long cock begin to penetrate him. "Uh.. UH. No My Lord. He knows what I prefer but... UGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH" Malkus probed deeper. "Perhaps he would like to be the next one to use this experienced ass. Or perhaps you will be the one to dominate your brother." He began to pump faster. "Or perhaps you will both take Ranta, or Ranta will take both of you. My my, there are so many possibilities. THIS, pretty boy, is in honor of your father, for the time he took ME." Malkus shouted and deposited a load in Doron's ass, as Doron began to ponder that statement. His father? Malkus? HUH? He knew none of this. Did Ranta. Ranta did indeed know it.