Captive of the Lycan

Chapter 2

Sighing, but hopeful, Ryan put down his robe and followed her to the small holo-cam on the side of the room. Projecting a holographic 3-D image, the camera gave the illusion of being in the same room with whomever you were talking to. Which meant, of course, that he was about to be naked in a room with a stranger, a stranger who was trying to decide if he wanted to buy him. He felt a hot blush starting down at his toes and slowly travelling all the way up to his cheeks.

Gingerly, he sat down on the cold metal chair in front of the camera and the assistant turned on the holo-cam. He wants to see me up close and personal, huh? Jesus, does he have any idea how friggin’ cold these chairs are? Suddenly appearing in front of him was a devastatingly handsome creature, tall, muscular, late twenties, with dark blond hair. One of the most remarkable things about him was his size. He was at least six foot five and he outweighed Ryan by quite a bit, most of it muscle, though Ryan was no slacker in that department himself. The other unique thing about him was his eyes. They were a dark, glowing red, and they marked him as a Lycan. Ryan had heard stories and rumors about these mysterious people for a long time, though he’d never actually seen one.

Only recently, the planet Lycanus had made an uneasy truce with the Alliance. For many cyclesthey’d been at war, but after an Alliance ship was captured by the Lycans, with the president of the Alliance on board, the Lycans had finally agreed to enter into negotiations with the Alliance for his safe return. This complicated series of talks had reopened a diplomatic channel with the warlike Lycans that eventually led to a tenuous trade agreement.

Lycanus was incredibly rich in minerals needed by the Alliance, and the government was anxious to do anything to keep the trade agreement in place. While the war raged between the Alliance and Lycanus, the Alliance warships had attacked the planet with everything they had, but were driven off time and again by the fierce and savage Lycans. The gorgeous creature in front of him was sitting at a table of some kind, his large hands folded in front of him. Ryan wondered what he was thinking as his strange, glittering gaze raked over him. The Lycan stared at him for a minute without saying a word. He had a look almost of distaste on his handsome face. And suspicion. Where was that coming from? Had Ryan somehow already made a bad impression?f**k, he’d just sat down! Impatiently, the assistant leaned over and spoke into Ryan’s microphone.

“Go ahead on y our end, sir. This is John, the one you bid on, and he can hear you and see you just fine.”

Ryansmiled, feeling nervous and unsure of what he should or shouldn’t say to impress this good-looking creature. The fact that a Lycan had bid on him was exciting and far better thanhe’d hoped for. They were all known to be very wealthy and rumored to be exciting lovers. They were also said to be able to shift into huge, savage wolf-like creatures whenever they needed to, but none of that had ever been proven so far as Ryan had heard, though the rumors persisted. Ryan thought the legends came from fear of their savage nature more than anything else. The general public had been mostly kept in the dark though when it came to the inhabitants of that planet. Ryan decided it must be only talk and wild stories, probably inspired by their strange red eyes. He decided to sit quietly and lull the Lycan into thinking he was well-behaved. He’d let the huge, beautiful man make the first move. He knew most, if not all of these guys were very dominant, and he wanted to make a good impression.

He was beginning to get nervous when the Lycan finally spoke. “Stand up and turn around very slowly.” He spoke to him in Earthonian, a mixture of several of Earth’s primary languages, the official language of the Alliance. Ryan concentrated on the words spoken in a deep, melodious voice, tinged with a strange accent.

“Do you speak English, by any chance? My Earthonian is a little rusty.”

The gorgeous creature raised oneperfectly shaped eyebrow. “Of course,” he replied in English.“Now do as you’re told and stand up.”

Dutifully, though blushing now at his imperious tone, Ryan stood and pirouetted slowly in front of the screen.

“So…” the man began.“What’s wrong with you?”

“Uh, sorry?”

“I said, what’s wrong with you?”

“I-uh…”

“You can talk, can’t you? Or do you just stutter?”

Ryan glared at him. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Don’t bristle.I’m buying you for f*****g, not for conversation. What I mean to say is your price isn’t all that high for a cycle, and you’re very pretty.Why hasn’t someone already snapped you up, as you humans say?”

Ryan fumed a little at the pretty remark, but tried not to show it, though he could feel a hot blush on his cheeks. Sitting down and straightening his back, he glanced up and saw the man smirking a bit at his reaction and shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

The fact was Ryan was a fraud.He wasn’t particularly submissive and never had been. He enjoyed a little kink, yeah, but that didn’t make him a sub. At least not a twenty-four-seven sub like these dominant guys usually liked. Ryan knew almost all of the buyers on this site had strong dominant tendencies, at the very least, and the boys who sold themselves here were usually submissive, like in the extreme. Some were masochists too. Neither of those terms applied to him, and he wasn’t into pain in any way. Hence his extensive list of hard limits.

He needed a place to hide, though, and having a nice, strong man like this Lycan around to take care of you didn’t sound too bad when vicious killers were after you, so when he’d heard about these auctions, it sounded like a good gig to him. A cycle off-planet, in some backwater of the galaxy, might give the people looking for him time to forget him, to write him off. He had to look on this as a role, like in a film.He’d played the submissive before in his porn films and never minded too much. In fact, some of it had been enjoyable, even sexy. He could do this. He raised his eyes to stare back at the handsome face in front of him.

“I don’t know that there’s anything wrong with me, other than the fact that I have certain stipulations about my contract. As you know, I want to be off-world for at least a full cycle, and I have to be anonymous.”

“I know all that,” he replied impatiently. “What else?What are your hard limits?”

“My…uh…” The words referred to b**m and limits that subs put on their master’s discipline of them. With the right guy, a little kink might be a lot of fun. With the wrong one, however, and way off-planet in the far reaches of some bumfuck planet, things could get dicey, if he wasn’t very careful.“My, uh, limits.Let’s see, I can furnish a health certificate, and if you can too, then I can do bareback, but not without a certificate.”

“Okay, go on.” The man waved his hand in front of him.“Limits, I said. Focus, please.”

“Okay, well, no pain. No edge play. I don’t like that. A little discomfort is okay.I’ve been with guys who like to spank, or even like to have someone spank them…” Ryan looked up hopefully, but the expression on the handsome man’s face didn’t look exactly promising along that particular line of thought. As a matter of fact, the comment only made him narrow his eyes even more, before twitching his lips, like he was holding back at smile.

He tried again.“So, yeah, a little spanking, like I said. You know, a little kink. But no whips or chains. Nothing extreme.And I really don’t like to be tied down.”

“No?”

“Oh, no,” Ryan said firmly, shaking his head. “Kind of claustrophobic, I guess. Anyway, uh, no. No bondage.”

“No bondage?” he repeated, raising one eyebrow, and Ryan thought he might have blown it. “You’d look awfully pretty tied up…”

Ryan felt a twitching in his c**k at the words, and shifted again. Why in the hell is that turning me on, damn it?

“Um, no, I don’t want that, sir,” he said. “Oh, and I don’t want to sit at your feet or sleep on the floor.I’m not a dog…” Ryan flushed again and glanced up as he remembered just who he was talking to.“Um, I don’t want to be treated like…a slave. You know, eating from your hand and all that.” He shook his head emphatically.“No, none of that shit.”

“Yet you’re selling yourself as a love slave.”

Another painful flush. f**k, what was wrong with him? This guy would think he had some kind of condition, for gods’ sake.

“Anything else?” The man almost growled.

“Well, just no body fluids, sir. You know, like enemas or golden showers. Or spitting in my mouth. Gross.” He made a face again and this time a little smile definitely played around the man’s lips.

“Not much of a sub, are you, little human?”

“Oh yes, sir, I’m all sub, but just not a really…uh…good one, I’m afraid.”

A genuine smile this time. The man regarded him closely.“A bit of a brat, aren’t you?”

“Oh no, sir. I promise I won’t give you any trouble. I mean, I don’t smart off or anything. Well, hardly ever.” He squared his shoulders.“I promise to do whatever you tell me. As long as it’s not against my limits, sir.”

“Your extensive list of limits…”

“Well, yes, sir.”

“Your list of limits that doesn’t leave much room for you to be a sub at all?” “Um…well, not exactly,sir.”

The Lycan hesitated a long time, staring at him. Finally he spoke again.“Why, John? Why are you doing this?You obviously don’t have any interest in being a submissive or a love slave. Are you in some kind of trouble? Not in trouble with the police, are you?”

“Oh no, sir. No trouble. I just have my reasons. Nothing that would affect the…uh…performance of my duties,” he replied, lying through his teeth.