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Thomas often wondered what the oft-touted pinnacle of humanity must have looked like while he was forced to amble behind one of the palace’s cleaning robots. Continent-spanning civilizations built to the heavens, teeming with a billion human lives each with their own hopes and dreams, fostered by the breadbasket of each other’s efforts. How far they’d fallen, with lives no more exhilarating than following robots around to make sure they didn’t miss a spot in the hallway. That was Thomas’ job, one of the many menial tasks filled out by him and the dozens of other human servants enlisted to keep the palace clean. A two-foot janitor drone whirred down the cobblestone floors, scraping and brushing everything it passed at an inch-by-inch pace. Thomas’ task was to follow the machine and monitor its progress, ensuring not a shred of the floor or wall was left dirty in its wake. It was a purely redundant position given the drone’s nigh perfect programming. In his few years of robot watching, not once had Thomas ever caught an error, nor his subjugators, the Chromians.

A century had passed since their arrival on Earth. Utterly superior genetics and technology folded all human resistance with brutal swiftness. From an unchallenged apex they’d fallen into a humiliating servitude never to be broken. Human dominance over Earth was but a legend now, a tale kept alive only to remind them what would happen should they be so foolish to even try and rebel. The more unruly had already been slain, leaving the obedient survivors to do as the Chromians asked and offer their fealty and worship.

That did not mean the remaining humans weren’t intensely bitter, much like Thomas was. He could do nothing but trot the halls in his plain leather tunic, a widely recognized symbol of humanity’s lower caste. Thomas would have to suffer through it for the remaining hour until his shift ended. The pristine atmosphere of the inner palace was suffocating, but at least he could retreat into the arms of his girlfriend Keyla. His eyes were on his watch, eager for the next hour. When he wasn’t watching that, he was doing his job watching the janitor drone, making sure it didn’t mess up even though it never did.

He and the drone were in the middle of a corridor when he heard his wristwatch beep to life. Something of a smile crept to his lips when he hit the button and promptly left the machine. He should’ve seen his shift replacement coming the opposite direction, a welcome sight like every night. The yonder chamber doors blew open, but not to the shove of another human. They swung to the telekinetic force of a Chromian, standing tall in the doorway in all his Draconian majesty.

Thomas’s stomach clenched at the sight of him. Garamin, his master and owner of the palace, strode towards him in just his waistcloth. Colored a royal magenta and hung with golden fleece, it matched the Chromian’s societal stature as much as it did his physical splendor. Behind those expertly woven threads were even finer, denser muscles which bulged and flexed behind a façade of golden scales. Broad of chest and long of limb, Garamin floated down the corridor towards Thomas with his enormous hands folded behind him. He regarded the lowly human with a frighteningly carved mien. Alabaster dragon horns sprung from his crown and curved through the air behind his head. Bony knobs dotted his pate in a marvelously elaborate pattern, something like a family crest. A thick, muscular tail featuring thin, sharp spines hung below him from inside his waistcloth. The tip hovered just an inch from the floor. It remained unswaying like bronze even as the fantastically athletic and fearsomely brilliant Garamin approached.

Thomas did as he was expected when in the presence of his master, coming to a complete stop and bowing his head. “Master Garamin.”

The Chromian hardly acknowledged Thomas by comparison. “Your replacement has injured himself,” he said plainly, rumbling the atmosphere with a super masculine timbre. “He won’t be coming. Cover his shift tonight, and then you may retire.”

Thomas’s heart plummeted. He straightened up from his bow in time to watch Garamin float past him, no longer looking at the human now that his message had been delivered. In that brief moment of proximity Thomas caught the many sinews and tendons which bulged and twanged with the subtlest movements. Each one resonated with the power to end Thomas on a whim. Behind that heavy plated brow was an intellect woven into lightning-fast reflexes capable of reacting to whatever Thomas could do before he even started doing it. A cold chill ran into Thomas’s feet, making them shiver, and yet his indignation demanded he say something. “But my shift just ended!” Thomas pleaded.

“I know,” said Garamin without looking back. “Now you will start another.”

Thomas stood in place, fuming while the Chromian floated away. Garamin’s big, burly hands were clasped behind him casually, never having felt the grit of labor but still hardened by strong muscles and dense bones. So calm, so nonchalant. He’d stretched Thomas’s workday into something unbearable, and there was nothing the human could do about it except stand there with his weak little fists balled up so tightly that they shook. “It’s not fair…” he growled through clenched teeth. “I shouldn’t have to do any of this bullshit!”

Suddenly, Garamin came to an abrupt halt mid-air. He looked over his shoulder at Thomas, that fierce visage sharpened into something evil. “Excuse me?”

Thomas realized he’d fucked up the moment his outburst was finished. The icy chill in his limbs grew even colder. Thomas new he didn’t stand a chance against what was by comparison a living god, and yet he wouldn’t back down. [i]No, don’t let him intimidate you.[/i] “I said it’s not fair. You don’t need me to do this. The drone does everything. It never makes a mistake! You just make me do this to humiliate me!”

Garamin turned around and faced the impudent slave. “Why, you’re exactly right, and you’ll do it anyway because I told you to, human.” The derision behind that last word was palpable, enough to make Thomas’s asshole clench. “You forget your place. Do as I say or else you’ll suffer the consequences.”

Thomas tried to muster some strength and ball his fists again, though he knew even the slightest expression of retaliation would either result in his bones being broken or his psyche shattered. An image came to mind of him beaten, battered and insane, crumpled on the floor and twitching after a demonstration of the Chromian’s power. Perhaps Garamin had put it there telepathically, but it didn’t work. [i]I don’t care anymore. Anything beats this life.[/i] “I’ve suffered enough. Get another human to replace me this shift, or just let the drone do its work.”

Thomas braced for his punishment, but Garamin was silent. He floated there for a moment before speaking calmly like nothing had happened. “Alright. Go retire for the night.”

Thomas blinked, surprised. “Sir?”

“You heard me correctly. You can leave and join your betrothed in your quarters.” Garamin turned around and resumed his lackadaisical drift down the corridor. “But I won’t forget this. I’ll be making an example out of you in due time.”

It was foreboding to the point that Thomas was ready to apologize and say he would cover the shift anyway, but before he could say anything his master levitated around the corner where Thomas couldn’t see him anymore. After standing in the corridor for a few moments with just the janitor drone to keep him company, Thomas turned to leave. He dreaded what punishment awaited him while praying that the drone would not malfunction on its lonesome.

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That night Thomas was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence with his hands folded behind his head on the pillow and his girlfriend Keyla curled up next to him. Both were in the nude, their combined heats trapped underneath the fine cotton sheet which draped them. Keyla rested her head on his pec and ran her fingers through the patchy black forest of hair that covered it. Her bosom was pressed into his side, an attempt to elicit some arousal from him during his state of disassociation.

After an entire shift of looking forward to her touch, Thomas could barely register her beyond some mild acknowledgement. Garamin’s warning rang louder than any word of comfort Keyla could provide. [i]I’ll make an example out of you.[/i] Thomas’s paranoia ran fast and wild with it, wondering what the dastardly Chromian had in mind. If he’d wanted to, he could’ve ended or at least hurt Thomas right there in the corridor. Why hadn’t he? Something far more malicious was brewing, it had to be.

It was deep into the night and Thomas couldn’t sleep. Every other servant in the quarters had long passed out, a day of menial labor ahead of them all. Keyla couldn’t bring herself to so much as close her eyes while Thomas remained so distant. At last, she peered up at him and spoke softly. “Hey.”

Thomas snapped from his trance and looked down at her. He’d forgotten she was there. “Yeah?”

“Is everything alright?”

He rested his head back on the pillow. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You’re never this quiet.”

Thomas sighed. “I talked back to Master Garamin tonight.”

Keyla immediately stopped rubbing his chest. Her eyes went wide. “You did what?”

Thomas cringed. He could hear the worry in her voice. “He said the next shift got hurt, so he told me to stay around and watch the drone. I said it wasn’t fair and that he didn’t need me.”

Keyla probably agreed with him. Her job as a bush trimmer was almost as boring as his, and yet the threat of punishment hung over her just as heavily, trouncing all desire to resist. “Why?” she demanded. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“No,” he insisted, annoyed. “I just… I don’t know what came over me.”

Keyla didn’t either. “What did Master say?”

He loathed when she referred to Garamin that way. “I said he made us do that stuff to humiliate us, and he said that was true.”

“Yeah, well, everybody knows that.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m the first person to say it, apparently. He didn’t do anything. In fact… It’s kind of crazy. He let me go, but then he said he’d make an example out of me.”

“Oh no. That’s… not good.”

“No. It isn’t.”

Keyla laid her head on his chest and rubbed her fingers into a circle. “Well, you’re still here in one piece. If Garamin wanted to do something really bad, he would’ve done it by now.”

Thomas wasn’t sure if he appreciated her optimism. “Yeah, maybe.”

Keyla lit a tiny smile and scratched at the space between his pecs. “You wanna fool around tonight? Maybe that will lighten your mood.”

It hadn’t been long ago when Thomas needed to hear her say that. Now there was nothing but indifference. “Not tonight, babe. Sorry.”

Keyla’s smile vanished. She stopped scratching his chest. “Oh. OK.”

[i]Well, if he won’t, perhaps I will. [/i]

The voice, terrifyingly familiar, echoed through Thomas’s mind like a thought of his own. He jerked hard where he lay, an expression of terror widening his features. Keyla reacted similarly, pushing herself up from Thomas with her long, auburn hair plummeting from her shoulders and draping her own shocked mien. They hadn’t a moment to contemplate the mental intrusion before suddenly the window blew open with a [i]whoosh[/i] without creaking on its hinges. In rushed a storm of wind blowing the drapes. They heralded the entrance of Garamin, his arms folded in front of his chest, his loins free of any waistcloth.

The Chromian hovered into the center of the bedroom where he faced the two humans still in bed who greeted him with frozen expressions of shock. “Hello, you two,” he said politely. “How are you this evening?”

Thomas couldn’t move, both from his master’s sudden entrance as well as his nudity. Garamin introduced the couple to an appalling length of vascular girth unlike anything they’d seen on a human. From hilt to head it glowed with a golden hue just a bit darker than Garamin’s scales. The head drifted a mere couple inches above the kneecaps, every inch bulging with veins and muscles teeming with the potential to breed. The balls hanging from the root were no less impressive, their awesome rotundity keeping his scrotum portly.

The Master had not been in their bedroom for half a minute when he had both humans mesmerized by his bodily prowess. Without an answer to his question, he simply nodded. “Well, I hope. It doesn’t seem like I’ve intruded on anything.” He looked directly at Thomas, making his heart seize in his chest. “Thomas, I’ll be assuming your duties as Keyla’s lover. You failed to assume a second shift today. So ready to abandon what’s required of you for others to take over. Pathetic, really.”

Thomas couldn’t speak. His jaw barely twitched in a half-hearted attempt to protest. [i]No, he didn’t just say that.[/i] He meant to wrap an arm around Keyla to protect her, but his body was too heavy to budge. Just as quickly as Garamin had addressed Thomas, he lowered himself to the floor onto his feet and looked at Keyla. “Keyla, my dear, you’ll let me bed with you, won’t you?” Thomas expected, hoped for, a refusal from her, a statement of loyalty for her man, that she wouldn’t consider such a thing. None of the sort came, and Keyla stared blankly at her master and his many hypermasculine facets, that fabulous breeding tool of his most raptly. Again, Garamin spoke for the pair. “I’ve seen your gazes in the garden, your peeks at my body whenever I’ve floated past. I see it in so many human women, but yours most intensely. Tell me, is this your first time seeing a Chromian in the nude?”

Keyla opened her mouth to speak. Her throat was dry, requiring a gulp. “Em… Yes, Master.”

Garamin nodded while making a leisurely approach to her side of the bed, his every step bleeding swagger and grace. “And tell me, is it everything you hoped it would be?” He came to a stop just outside of arm’s reach from her. His pecker hung heavily, swaying ever so gently before settling into place with all its barbaric immensity. Thomas could feel her drawn to it, short of sitting up and wrapping her hand around the shaft.

Her answer came sincerely. “Yes, Master.”

Garamin gave a satisfied grin. “Mmm, and how does Thomas compare?”

Thomas felt as though he was sinking into the mattress. He could pull his arm around and cradle Keyla with it but do no more as he witnessed Garamin courting his lover. Keyla showed no hesitation in going along with the handsome alien. “Not nearly as well. He’s…” She darted her eyes into Thomas’s lap. “Not as big as you.”

A chuckle from the Master. “Not a fair competition, is it? You know, Thomas dared to talk back to me this afternoon.”

Keyla nodded. “He told me.”

“I see. Tell me, Keyla, what do you suggest I do? I cannot allow such a transgression go unpunished.”

Keyla had an idea what Garamin wanted to do. Her legs squirmed underneath the sheets at the thought. Meanwhile, Thomas’s stomach was turning into lead. “I… I don’t know,” she said timidly.

“Well, if you want him safe from any harm,” said Garamin. “Then you should let me fuck you and have him watch.”

The breath was robbed of the two lovers. Thomas was still frozen, but it was Keyla who began to sit upright, pulling herself from Thomas’s grasp and letting her heavy bosom hang from her chest for her Master’s approval. “That sounds… wonderful.” Then she remembered the man lying next to her. “I’ll do it for him.”

Neither man was convinced. “You say that now,” said Garamin. “But after you’ve cum the first time, you’ll be doing it because you love it. Your legs will spasm, and you will be begging for more.” With his declaration still hanging on them, Garamin took a single step closer to the bed, bringing his tremendous cock within Keyla’s reach. She didn’t need to be told what to do next. A dainty hand came and lifted Garamin’s member. A great chill seemed to thrum through her as her nipples stiffened amidst a wave of gooseprickles. Hot, heavy manflesh buzzed and pulsed within her grip which she began to run up and down his length. With eyes beginning to sparkle and a womanhood in the opening throes of an intense heat, Keyla pulled her legs beneath her to kneel in front of Her master and begin properly stroking his cock to life.

Thomas was forgotten about almost immediately. He laid there like a sack of stones, petrified by the sight of Keyla’s stunning nudity in worship of that masculine paragon. Her hand cradled Garamin’s obelisk and stroked it. It was the same hand Thomas liked to hold whenever they wandered outside the palace together. The same hand he dreamed of putting a ring on one day, now besmirched by Garamin’s phallic stain.

Garamin was erect in short time, displaying a length so hyperbolic that Keyla had to lean her head back to make room for it. That was until the burning moisture in her loins demanded a more intimate touch, and with sparkling eyes she opened her mouth and began polishing Garamin’s knob. The lips Thomas loved to kiss suckled and slurped rudely. The cheeks imploded while her tongue corkscrewed the glans. With little prep or fanfare, she began a swift and deep bob of the head which traveled most of Garamin’s shaft and impaled her throat. “[i]Schllll-Ulk. Schllll-Ulk. Schllll-Ulk. Schllll-Ulk. Schllll-Ulk[/i]”

Thomas had never seen anything like it, at least not out of Keyla. His manhood wasn’t the stage to perform something like that on, something he was dreadfully aware of now that it was happening right in front of him. The hand that had been wrapped around her slithered into his lap where he noticed his own erection growing. Paltry and pathetic, he gripped the sheet around it to hide its growing bulge. He happened to glance up at Garamin. To his horror, the Chromian was smirking at him.

“Look at that, so eager to suck my cock. She’s never done anything like this to you.” It was a statement, not a question. It was that obvious. “So easy, too. I came in fully expecting to rely on my telepathy to control her, but she leapt on me the first chance she had. You’ve really neglected her that badly. Shame on you.”

The hottest rage boiled Thomas’s blood. It clawed at his heart, clenched his fists, and throbbed his cock. But what could he do? Get up and stop the adultery? It was akin to suicide. Even without his powers, Garamin could split Thomas in two on physical strength alone, him and any other human. In each muscle woven through the topography of Garamin’s trunk and limbs was the power to end Thomas, thus the cuckolded human lay where he was, forced to watch with his fist balled against his arousal.

Garamin noticed his budding erection but said nothing about it. A knowing smirk was all it took to knife the human’s pride before he looked back down at Keyla, still hard at work throating his fuck stick. “That’s a good girl. Show us how it’s done.” He palmed the top of her head and ran his clawed fingers through her hair. “Dying to get bred, are we?”

Keyla came off his dick with a loud [i]mwop![/i] Spittle drained from her gaped lips. She resumed a spirited handjob while gazing up at her master, all inhibitions having melted away with the heat between her thighs. “Yes, please,” she huffed. “God… I want you… I need you to fuck me. Please.” Just like Garamin had predicted. She would start for Thomas but continue for her Master. They hadn’t even started fucking.

Garamin smiled. “I thought as much. On your hands and knees, human.”

Keyla obeyed with haste, almost launching herself off the bed via centrifugal force because she spun around so fast to assume position. Facing the headboard, she kept her hands on the mattress with her legs open wide. A tendril of hot arousal slavered from her cunny and onto the sheet. A wild expression rode her face, a mixture of excitement and desperate horniness. It faded when she noticed Thomas. “Oh, hey,” she said.

Garamin didn’t give Thomas any time to respond while mounting the bed on his knees behind Keyla. The bedframe creaked loudly under his tremendous weight. “Don’t let him bother you. I’m all you have to worry about now.”

And just like that, Thomas was forgotten about. Keyla spun her head around to smile back at her new lover. “Yes, Master~”

Garamin came down to his knees behind her with his legs spread far to shorten the height deficit between them. His pillar brushed the upper quadrant of her crack, eliciting a gasp and a shudder. He grabbed it and brought it down in line with her feminism already gaped by the desire making her tremble and pant. “So wet~” commented Garamin. “Ever been this hot for him?” All three present knew the answer. Garamin wanted her to say it.

“No…” Keyla huffed.

Garamin scoffed. “Of course not.” Garamin pressed into her flower, parting it with a gentle [i]skwish[/i] until it coddled his glans at full gape. A deep gasp swelled Keyla’s bosom. Her head reared backwards with her mouth blown open into an erotic O shape. The following exhale came as a long, doleful moan, another gash in Thomas’s pride. “Easy darling,” said Garamin. “That’s only the tip.” He grabbed her by the hips and pushed into her slowly, down to the hilt. All that thunderous pillar was inside her, choked by a velvet flesh that quivered harder than it ever had on anything else.

“[i]Huhhh~! Oh God… Oh God…” moaned Keyla. The muscles in her legs spasmed dramatically. “So big… Please fuck me, Master… Huhhhhh…[/i]”

“Of course, my dear.” Garamin reeled his hips back, drawing his cock out until her pussy lips bulged around his warhead. It returned with a mighty thrust delivered by the coordinated heave and clench of his muscles. His hips landed on her ass with a meaty [i]plap[/i] preceded by his cock reclaiming her cunt with a wet squelch.

Keyla’s head and body swung into an arch, another dramatic moan belting out of her. “[i]Huhhhhh~![/i]” More followed upon a rhythm of deep plunges into her feminism which rocked her body and bounced her hair and tits. Waves rippled through the dough of her ass and thighs. “[i]Huhhh! Yes! Master… Oh fuck… Yes… Yes… Huhhhhhh~![/i]”

Garamin was hardly putting in any effort. The most he did was pull on her body in sync with his thrusts. His thrusts were practiced to the point of being expert. In concordance with his crunching glutes were his bending abs and tilting legs. He moved fluidly, not an ounce of energy wasted. Thomas could see a highway of muscles bulging and flexing behind his scales and working together like the gears of a clock. She was putty in his hands, a slave to his pleasures and whims. Years of neglect from Thomas had her begging for more. This bottled and buried desire for a proper fucking had been dug up at last, and here it was exploding in front of Thomas’s face.

“[i]YES! YES! YES![/i]” squealed Keyla. Her mouth would switch between a wrinkling grimace and an erotic O through which her wailing begs would come loudly. “[i]Oh fuck… Fuck me harder! Yes! Huhhhhhhh~! Master! Huhhhhh~![/i]”

“You hear that?” Garamin asked Thomas, not a hint of fatigue in his tone. “She wants it harder. Think I ought to give it to her?” The cucked human was laying where he had been this entire time, his fist wrapped around his cock through the sheet. He cursed the Chromian and how aroused the scene in front of him made him. He didn’t dare answer the question, though through the bitter curses he hurled in his mind were the subtle hopes Garamin would make Keyla cum. Thomas didn’t have to say anything, nor did Garamin have to read his mind. The way Thomas gripped his measly little pecker through the sheet was answer enough. “Yes, I agree.”

[i]Plap. Plap. Plap. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.[/i]

The flex and bulge of Garamin’s muscles became more pronounced. They resonated with speed and strength, the power to fuck like no human ever could. Even when Garamin lifted his hand to beckon Thomas closer he sacrificed no speed. He spoke to Thomas via telepathy, Keyla’s screams having become too loud to talk over. [i]Come here, cuck, and watch me make your girlfriend cum[/i]. Thomas knew better than to refuse. He shyly removed the sheet from his nude body and came crawling over. He sat crosslegged next to where the two lovers’ sexes were violently mashing together, close enough to see the glimmer of his girlfriend’s pussy juices on Garamin’s cock. He covered his ears because Keyla was screaming so loudly. The entire servant’s quarters had to know what was going on by now. Now Thomas knew what Garamin meant when he said he’d make an example of Thomas.

In the middle of her incoherent scream-moans Keyla managed an announcement. “[i]UHHH! HUHHHH! I’m CUMMING! YES! I’M CUMMING! HUHHHHHHH~![/i]”

Thomas felt a claw of jealousy and fear in his heart. [i]But she’s never cum with me…[/i] It would happen so closely too where he could feel the impact of each pound in his chest and on his blushing face. His eyes were on Garamin’s pole and the moist cavity it poured into full tilt. [i]I should be the one making her cum,[/i] he thought with building rage. [i]I’m her boyfriend.[/i]

That didn’t mean anything, not with Garamin balls deep inside her. “Yes, be a good girl and cum for us. Cum like you never have with that pathetic cuck.” Keyla obeyed in due time, her high-pitched wails soaring into a throaty caterwaul heralding the splendor of her climax. At once a violent quake beset her entire body, rattling her voice. Out gurgled a waterfall of womanly waters from her cunt which piddled to the sheet with a series of thuds. It splashed off Garamin’s hips with every impact, putting Thomas firmly in the splash zone. Thomas, furious as well as allured by the robbery of Keyla’s first orgasm, flinched from the droplets of pussy juice being flung his way.

“There we go,” grunted Garamin. “That’s a good girl. Show him how a woman cums.” There was some strain in his tone as his own orgasm began glowing over the horizon. “Ahhh… Dear Keyla, I’m about to cum. Going to cum inside you. Ready, my sweet?”

She’d been ready since the moment he first floated through her window. In the shuddering wake of her climax, she begged for it, growling like an animal. “[i]Yes. Yes. Please. Fucking give it to me, Master. Huhhhh… Fuck me. Cum inside me. Pleeeeeaaaaase.[/i]”

It was the Master’s turn to obey the wishes of the servant. In a few more Wagnerian thrusts, he was over the edge, his head thrown back in a triumphant snarl. “[i]Hrrrnnnghhhh~![/i]” He tugged Keyla by her hips with his own launching forward. His balls were squished between the two of them while they began clenching in their purse, unloading a sizeable load unto her womb and making quick work of her fertility. Keyla had fallen from her orgasm, only to match its brilliant plateau with the burst of hot, potent seed into her velvet. She harmonized with his growl with another wail, the muscles in her legs suffering waves of convulsions in tune with Garamin’s cock throbs.

Thomas felt sick to his stomach, unable to watch but unable to look away. He sat transfixed on the angry pulse of Garamin’s cock muscle, and the quivering girl flesh it was wrapped in. The load blowing out of it was too much for Keyla’s womb, leaving the excess to come bubbling out from the tight seal between her lips and his cock. It drooled onto the sheets among the dark spots where her squirt had fallen. The smell was something awful and beautiful, enough to make Thomas’s nose crinkle.

“Ahhhhhhhhh… Wonderful~” huffed Garamin. He unceremoniously pulled out from Keyla’s cunt. It uncorked a sinful flow of hot ivory which came out with a sickeningly wet belch. A fucked-drunk Keyla whimpered as she collapsed to the bed, twitching, tickled by the long stand of cum oozing down the back of her thigh. Her and Garamin’s sex product was smeared across his pecker which showed no signs of going soft. Given the extreme virility of his species, there was no need for a refractory period. Suddenly, Garamin pivoted on his knees towards Thomas and aimed his cock at him. “Now it’s your turn, cuck. Clean your girlfriend’s cum and blow me.”

Shock and fury reddened Thomas’s face as he looked up at his Master who returned with a snide grin. “B-but… Why? I don’t…” When looking at that cum-glazed fuck stick reeking with his girlfriend’s cum he felt an intense revulsion. Revulsion, and something else he wasn’t about to admit to.

Too bad Garamin read him like a book. “Because I told you too, cuck. If you don’t want me fucking her again, you’ll do it. Don’t act like you don’t want to. I see how hard your cock is. I’ve been reading your mind this entire time. I know how badly you want to taste my cock. Now you’re going to do it, or else I’ll have her cumming twice as hard. Now, on your hands and knees, human.”

Thomas crumpled where he sat, unable to refute the Chromian who’d so thoroughly emasculated him. The worst waited for him with all that cum stuck to Garamin’s pecker which aimed at him like a cannon. The slit at its tip seemed to stare back, demanding his tribute. Thomas had no choice. With an angry grimace and a raging erection, he got on his fours in front of his Master, inches away from the muzzle of that cannon. His eyes crossed on the tip during a moment of hesitation before at last he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, then laid Garamin’s cock on his lips.

“That’s it,” said Garamin. “Learn your place, cuck.”

Thomas did so quickly, learning to savor his Master’s girth and the heat billowing from it. A coppery oil was slicked across the shaft which he slid forward to absorb. He was forced to stop by his throat, but it was more than enough for both men. Without further prompt Thomas began bobbing his head and body on Garamin’s pecker. His Master’s superiority in every facet was nothing he could resist nor deny. He submitted to it fully and with zeal. “[i]Mmm… Mmmmm… Mmmm…[/i]”

“That’s it,” cooed Garamin. “You like it, don’t you?”

“[i]Ulk…[/i] Mmhmm…”

“That’s right you do, pathetic little human. This is what you get. This is what you deserve. Mmph.” Garamin palmed the top of Thomas’s head. “You’ve got a sweeter mouth than hers, even. Perhaps I’ll make your throat my new cock sleeve, that and your girlfriend’s cunt.”

Thomas heard a purr in the distance. “Mmmm, how is he doing?” Keyla asked while she watched.

“Splendidly,” said Garamin. “Mmm… I think I’ll be cumming in no time, sweet as his mouth is.” Indeed, Thomas had the Chromian back at his peak after only a few minutes of fellatio. He gripped Thomas’s head and pulled him in deep to unleash his load directly into his throat. Another satisfied grunt belted out of him once Thomas begun being subjected to a storm of heavy cum spurts. Thomas scrunched his eyes and whimpered through his nose, though he managed to swallow each rope as they came. Just when the last pearl squished out onto his tongue Garamin pulled out and left him gasping. “Good work, cuck. You suck dick better than I thought. Say thank you.”

Thomas was still on his fours, trying to catch his breath. The musky, metallic taste of nut burned in the back of his throat. A molten warmth blossomed inside his tummy. He wiped his lips with the back of his wrist and glowered up at Garamin. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” said Garamin. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to breed Keyla some more.”

A locomotive of betrayal struck Thomas in his chest. “No! But you said-!”

“I know what I said. I was simply lying to you.” He pivoted on his knees towards Keyla who was already on her back, legs spread to welcome her well-endowed Master. “Now, stay here and watch me fuck your beloved some more. There will be quite the mess for you to clean up afterwards.” He smiled at Keyla. “Ready for more, dear?”

Keyla was beaming. A river of cum sloughed from her flower. It would soon be replaced by much, much more. “Please, Master. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“As you wish, darling.” Then he came between her legs with his massive piston leading the way, a woman ready to carry his child beneath him, and a worthless, shrimp-dicked cuck kneeling behind. Thomas would sit and watch like a good servant, listening to the screaming announcement his girlfriend made to the whole palace. He had been made an example of, and he would never forget his place because of it.

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