Survival of the Fittest

It’s been a very long time since I have touched this story. But first I had writers block wrestling with whether I wanted to write again at all. Then real life stepped in and I had much to do with selling and moving my mother’s home when she went into a nursing home. And also dealing with my son having Asperger’s Syndrome and being a teen. But I hate unfinished stories by anyone else and vowed not to be like that. I don’t let go of what shows I like, I just get more interested in another for a while. But lately I seem to be able to write in any of my universes. This is the second in two weeks that I’ve been able to write something for. I have many more unfinished stories, so you might have to wait for the next bit, but it will come... “My Lord, we’ve come across a Palace, looks like it isn’t used all that much, but there are servants there now guarding something.” “Guarding huh? Well maybe we should go have a look, “ said the scared leader. The male smiled and called to others, they bristled with weapons and they moved towards the Palace. Their Lord waited until all had passed before following them. They were pirates, the King had thought he had eradicated all of them, but not this band. This was the closest they had come to the city, many had escaped it long ago. They had raided all over the planet, stealing valuables and selling them to survive, and the Palace which they were sure belonged to the King, was ripe for the picking. His men easily took out the guards, all of whom Eunuchs and steriles, though there wasn’t much in the way of valuables there. They would take all the food. “Lord, we’ve found a tank and it has something in it,” said the second in command. “Something?” “You gotta come see for yeself.” He followed his man to the tank room. There was a filled tank with a body within. “He kinda reminds me of you, Lord.” “Hmmm. Young, Strong. How long on the timer?” “It’s says another day, Lord.” “So let’s party, I want to see this… beauty when he comes out. He doesn’t look like a royal. More like someone from our class.” He took one more look at the tank and smiled, the boy must have some interesting story behind being tanked in an almost abandoned Palace. His men were sporting with the captured Eunuchs and steriles. They said they had been gathered from the main Palace and had replaced the staff that had been there. The guardian Eunuch had been refusing to talk. But then one of the cooks had been persuaded to tell the story of the boy in the tank. “He belongs to the King, he sent him here after Prince Vegeta beat him near to death. I heard the boy didn’t even put up a struggle. He had come from the Arena though, that’s all I know.” The Leader smiled, as he munched on the food the cooks had made for them, “Interesting. Must have pissed off the Prince pretty badly for him to do this. All high and mighty does not like third class, this one must have tried to entice him in some way. I wonder who his mate was to have come from the Arena? Heh, doesn’t matter now, he’s mine, he looks very fuckable to me.” “You want him Lord?” “Haven’t fucked anything that pretty in a while, yes I want him. And he’s a Palace reject, that makes him all the sweeter.” He leaned back as watched his men rut with the Eunuchs they had captured. It was a good break for them all, food and fucking. Almost as good as fighting and fucking. While his men were occupied he wandered down to the tank room and circled the boy in the tank, his men were right, he did look like a paler version of himself. Perhaps they were related in some way. Perhaps he was a breeder though unlike himself he might be a fertile one. He moved tp the bench and sat down, he would stay and wait for this one to hatch and then he would have his fun. The leader had dozed off when he heard the timer ringing out. The tank was already beginning to drain when he got to his feet. He spied some towels and grabbed one as the door opened. He moved to the blinded young man and wrapped the towel about him, guiding him out of the tank. He wiped him down as the boy stood still allowing himself to be cleaned by the other. Then he opened his eyes. “Who are you?” “Names Turles, and you are?” “Kakarott. Where am I?” “Tank room. Someone beat you up bad.” “Oh yes, Vegeta.” “Why would the Prince beat you near to death?” “He hates me, he said so.” “He hates all third class, boy. Well known fact, even to me.” “Are you taking care of me, a medic?” “No,” he laughed, “No medic. I’m a pirate, a rebel.” He rubbed at Kakarott’s hair, so much like his own. “Rebel!” Kakarott pulled away. Turles’ men turned up then watching their leader with the young man. Soon they were sniffing the air. Turles then noticed the scent coming off the young man, he was in season. “Get out all of you. He’s mine to take. You’ve had your fun, this is mine.” They hesitated, then he snarled and they knew to back off. Kakarott had backed off too, in the other direction, but there was no way out. Turles locked the other door and turned back to the naked boy. “You a breeder?” “What’s it to you? I have a mate.” “Really, where is he, why did he let the Prince hurt you.” Kakarott didn’t know what to say, he only watched as Turles began to strip off his clothing and advance slowly on him. He was naked by the time he reached the other. Kakarott was transfixed he needed his mate, but he was never going to touch him. What could he do after being so completely rejected? Turles reached for him, taking his hand and drawing him close, “I have what you need,” he said taking the other hand and putting it on his erection. Kakarott touched it, wrapping his hand around it as Turles mashed their lips together. Turles backed up, pulling Kakarott with him towards the shower at the back of the tank room. He would wash the remains of the tank chemicals off and take what he wanted from the boy. Kakarott had allowed himself to be pulled into the shower, and hardly noticed when the water began to fall on them. Turles was all over him, touching licking, biting. His fingers finding their way to Kakartott’s asshole and pushing in, their cocks were rubbing together increasing the friction. Then Turles grabbed one of Kakarott’s legs lifting it before shoving his way into Kakarott as he leaned against the wall of the shower. He began thrusting hard into the young supple body, lifting the other leg and winding him around his waist, before pounding him into the wall. Biting and suckling on his nipples or neck. He was in a frenzy of need as the scent increased from Kakarott. Turles had never fucked like this before. He had never enjoyed the body beneath him like this before. And Kakarott was taking everything he could give, grasping at his hair, moaning with pleasure. Turles pulled back as he felt himself being compressed by Kakarott who was close to release. He shoved in hard as he came and Kakarott milked him of every drop. They stopped panting hard. Turles wrapped his arms around Kakarott after turning off the water and carried him to the bench, still inside of him. He tossed other towels on the floor before pulling out and laying Kakarott on the floor and joined him, kissing and touching him again, getting him ready for the next round. Soon he was inside him again, and for the rest of the day they rutted. His men had gone back to the dining room to satisfy their own desires. It was several cycles before Turles emerged with Kakarott in tow. “Any of you so much as touch my new mate, I will kill you.” Kakarott was indeed sporting a new bite mark. It didn’t seem to matter to him if it superseded Vegeta’s or not. Turles had claimed him and was happy to mate him. He wrapped his tail in Turles’. “Chertom, get him some clothes, it’s time to get out of here.” His right hand man shoved off the Eunuch he had been playing with and went to find clothing for his Master’s naked mate. Much as Turles would love to leave him like this all the time, he had men who would not kept their eyes off of him either. Chertom returned with a bunch of clothes he had found and allowed Kakarott to chose what he wanted. For some reason he choose an outrageous color and dressed in pants and top of it. Turles shock his head. The boy would never be a pirate in those clothes, but then again, he was never going to allow Kakarott to be anything but his bedmate. Kakarott was surprised when he was led to what was a spaceship. Turles got him aboard and into his quarters, telling his men to take off in the meantime. They had some booty to sell and they knew where to go. He had Kakarott out of his orange outfit in moments and pressed to the bed, “Welcome to your new home, Kakarott.” He was inside him and pounding away even as the ship lifted off into space.