Krax by A Phallus Si

Author:A Phallus Si [Si, A Phallus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Krax jerked. He hadn’t even heard the stranger approach. Was he that far out of it?

Pherral’s hand wrapped around the back of Krax’s head, holding him fast to his chest.

“Two fighters without attendants, this must be a tragedy.” The new voice was right behind Krax.

Pherral laughed seductively. His legs closed around Krax’s hips, pulling his body closer. “Sometimes we’re all the company we need.”

“If that were true, you wouldn’t be here, would you?” A large hand proprietarily covered Pherral’s hand where it lay on Krax’s head. A second hand, the skin dark green, threaded through Pherral’s hair and held fast.

A Bauman, then. Krax stiffened, but Pherral stroked his temple with his thumb.

“I would like your attention this evening,” said the stranger. “I have a feeling that you’re all the entertainment I could hope for.”

His lips crushed into Pherral’s, drawing out a moan. The Bauman pressed closer, lips and licking gave way to teeth that pulled a bit at Pherral’s flesh.

The stranger pulled back with a smile. “Come, and bring your pet.” He dropped a leash on the bench. The floor vibrated as the Bauman walked away.

“Game time.” Pherral clipped the end of the leash to Krax’s harness and urged him to his feet. They followed the Bauman deeper into the club. Pools of color shone from the ceiling illuminating the room in splashes. In the back, the exclusive seating was broken up into salons; each one rented out for an extravagant sum. Sliding panels made each area as visible or private as the client desired. This Bauman was not just any visitor to Delta 54.

Pherral sauntered, each step an invitation to observe. His luscious form swayed in the skintight Sylvex, inviting appreciation. The single nipple on display stood lewdly erect and showcased by the black fabric. Krax enjoyed their progress, the click of Pherral’s boots and the hush that followed their passage.

As they approached the salon the Bauman had chosen, Pherral slowed at the edge of a light pool. Highlights glistened off his hair, the spectrum making it appear blue instead of black. Pherral tugged Krax to his side and awaited instructions. The Bauman gestured for the leash. Pherral handed it over.

Strong green hands pulled Krax forward. Krax shivered as the Bauman ran his eyes down his body, and then Pherral’s. A smile curved the corner of the Bauman’s mouth as he trailed his wide hand over Krax’s arms, chest, stomach. He stroked lower, caressing the skin under Krax’s shorts.

“Some men fight like they fuck. I’ve seen you, the Frax champion.” The Bauman’s eyes glinted with intent as the other hand pulled at the tab of Krax’s shorts. The closure separated, baring an inch of Krax’s skin to the air.

“The stallion of their stable.” The Bauman tugged at the closure again. The head of Krax’s cock escaped the confines of the loosening fabric. The rest of the closure gave way as the swollen erect member pushed against it. The open closure biting into the flesh of Krax’s sac.

“But are you a stallion, or merely a mare?”

Krax gasped as the leash yanked him down to his knees.

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