A gay story: The Human Bearer Ch. 14 The Human Bearer
14.
“Shit.” That was the first thing he said as Xana entered the room, using his tail to appear taller and tower over him from above. “Kyle, my man, don’t leave, please.”
Xana laughed and his eyes glinted with mischief. “Kyle, you may leave. And, I assure you, there is nothing for Riordan to worry about. It just appears that my naughty bearer has a tendency to act up lately. It must be because of his beautiful round belly.”
“Kyle, don’t believe a word this fucker says,” Riordan shot quickly and bit his tongue. He needed to make things better, not dig himself a hole. “He’s going to have my ass.”
“That goes without saying,” Xana said on a playful tone. “And, since maybe you’re wondering, yes, I will have it in more ways than one and I will indulge in it until I’m satisfied.”
“I believe you are in good hands, Master Rio,” Kyle said and saw himself out without as little as a sign of remorse.
Riordan chose to believe that the bot had no choice, after all, but now, the initial somewhat frightening excitement over having broken a rule he didn’t know about — and should’ve, without a doubt — he felt his skin getting hot all over as Xana looked at him.
He was busy keeping his eyes on Xana’s face to quickly identify any sign regarding what plans his alien owner had with him, so he missed how the snakeman’s deft tail moved quickly and grabbed one of his ankles. He squealed in surprise as he was dragged along, one leg extended, up in the air, while there was nothing for him to grab onto.
Xana used one hand to pin his other leg down, by pressing on the inside of his thigh, keeping him exposed and vulnerable to that intense emerald stare. He looked down at his swollen belly, something he would’ve considered an abomination before and trembled as he realized why Xana was staring at him like that. For that creature, his large abdomen was a powerful aphrodisiac. He thought of Cario, how he would’ve looked with his belly distended and exposed while faceless Xenos around got aroused by his looks. The thought was supposed to cause fear, but, instead, Riordan could tell he was getting horny. “Are you in my head?” he whispered.
“How can you say that?” Xana asked, innocently enough.
“Sorry, it’s just that some ideas just don’t look like mine.”
“Is this a way for you to deflect? I thought you’d appear in front of my eyes, already chastised and apologetic for having interfered with the important meeting I was having with my brethren.”
“You guys were talking about us, so I think I had the right to be there,” Riordan said, meaning it as a joke to diffuse the situation.
“Indeed,” Xana said, taking him by surprise. “It appears that your species governs itself by some misguided notion of equality between parts.”
“Psh, you’re not one to talk,” Riordan joked again. “It looked to me like you’re not the big kahuna you told me you were. You called for a vote, and your equal brethren,” he said pointedly, “didn’t give a shit about your idea.”
Xana laughed, seemingly undisturbed by being dissed so openly. “All the snakemen you saw there — without me inviting you to join — represent the highest echelon on Xeno. Anyone else must obey what we decide.”
“So, you’re like a more extended tyranny or something,” Riordan mumbled as his owner wrapped his tail slowly around his leg until its tip reached right under his balls.
“You Earthians might call it so. And allow me to express my doubts regarding the superiority of your beliefs. I’ve read enough of Earth’s history to know that you,” Xana added with a smile, “do not give as much shit on such things as equality either.”
That was a hard point to argue. It wasn’t like Riordan could win that battle, not only because he wasn’t some hotshot lawyer with hotshot arguments, but also because Xana wasn’t playing fair. The Xeno dipped his head lower, and while the tip of his tail began worming its way inside Riordan’s ass, his tongue jutted out and began to caress Riordan’s balls slowly, with small playful licks.
He forgot about arguing and everything related in a heartbeat. Because of the seth, the pregnancy, maybe even the fucking air he was breathing on Xeno, he was already horny all the time. He worried he might get hard tripping over furniture, although that was a hard thing to do seeing how the house was appointed.
“I thought you were going to punish me,” he whispered.
Xana straightened up and then lay on the bed by his side, turning him gently and starting to penetrate him from behind. “I am.”
Riordan wondered if, first, Xana, being the horny fucker that he was, would go for the fucking and postpone the punishment until later. That meant that he needed to offer snakeboy a serious workout to curb his appetite for spanking his sorry ass for misbehaving. He shivered and moaned as Xana moved deeper inside him, so impossibly deep that he worried for a second he might break. Again, the thought of Cario in that bath rushed to his brain, but the sensory overload took care of his mixed feelings, pushing them away. He whispered words of appreciation as Xana wrapped his tail around his cock, but soon, he understood that the grip he felt wasn’t meant to move. He tried to push his hips forward but his desperate attempts were foiled as Xana held his hips. “What the fuck?” he whispered. “Xana, move your tail or whatever. Give me some good rub.”
“No,” Xana said and licked his ear. “That is your punishment for today.”
“What? What do you mean? Oh, fuck, did you finally realize you don’t need my cock in your life?”
Xana laughed, like he had not one care in the world. “I have no intention to damage your genitals, Riordan. I’m merely holding you in place so that you can realize.”
“Realize what?” So, there was a lesson there, but only Xana knew what it was.
The snakeman obliged right away. “Realize how it feels for me to be away from you all day long. Teasing me like that, entering my thoughts when I should do better to focus on matters of the state, was cruel of you, my bearer. It reminded me of all the desire I have for you and I must keep inside while we’re apart.”
“Fuck me,” Riordan moaned. That was the last thing he had expected from snakeboy. He wasn’t mad because he had crashed that weird party? Instead, he was just horny? Fuck, he should’ve thought of that. Now, it was too late for regrets.
The pressure caused by the pleasurable sensations in his ass as Xana fucked him slowly was building into something more. His cock pulsed into the grip of Xana’s tail; it was so much to feel all at once. His owner was really good at fucking, knowing how to hit the most sensitive point inside his ass, and even perform a trick or two that Riordan had no words to describe. At the same time, he was teasing Riordan’s ear and neck with flicks of the tongue, while his hands never tired to tease him everywhere, insisting on his nipples. “I read that Earthians, as they are mammals, give milk to their young,” Xana whispered, tickling his skin.
“Yeah,” Riordan moaned, as Xana continued to pull at his nipples, making them harder and even more tender, “but it’s not like your species is the same. Stop breaking my nipples, man.”
“I’m far from breaking them. They appear to harden and swell in appreciation,” Xana said and laughed. “Some bearers have exhibited signs of lactation, but we dismissed them on the basis that our Xenolites don’t need this type of nutrition. I believe that I will make an exception in your case, provided that it will happen to you.”
“You’re so fucking crazy,” Riordan moaned while making another desperate attempt to fuck himself into the coil of his master’s tail with no success whatsoever. “You’re just making sure to stimulate my lactation glands right now, don’t you?”
“The literature on the topic appears to indicate so.”
“And I’m afraid you’ve only read or watched some really stupid porn,” Riordan groaned and thrashed while getting nailed to the same steady rhythm as before.
“I want to experience you in every way that you are human,” Xana said in a surprisingly caring tone. “You are my Earthian,” he said with conviction and increased his pace of fucking.
Riordan shivered and cursed as his body was tortured with delights. He was pretty sure there was something pouring out of his cock, and it could be precum because, just as sure, his balls remained full and tender. As if he knew, Xana moved one hand to cup his ball sac and play with it. “You’re the one who’s fucking cruel,” he complained. “Please, I need to come so badly. I promise I won’t ever crash your stupid meetings again.”
“That’s not the right thing to say, Riordan. Your misbehaving showed me that you missed me.”
“As if. I was just hungry and heard from Kyle you want to have dinner in the family.” Riordan tried to keep his voice steady, but each word ended up as a moan or a grunt.
“Yes, of course. But you should never go hungry because I’m not present. Your defense doesn’t stand on two legs.”
“Oh, yeah? Maybe I was just curious.” Fuck, he was going crazy with want. Now he could feel every hair on his head. That fucking seth had to give the best highs. “Don’t you think you’re overdoing it with the seth? I’m already out of my mind, and you won’t let me come like the fucker you are.”
“I’ve only used a bit for lubrication,” Xana explained. “I think this shameless desire is all on you, Riordan.” To make things even more difficult, he used the tip of his tail to rub it against the head of Riordan’s cock.
Fuck, that was too much. His entire body tensed and his balls wrinkled up, jizz shooting through the tight tube. It looked like Xana’s grip, no matter how formidable, wasn’t enough to stave off his horniness. He was shooting in thin ropes, seeing them flowing in front of his eyes, one after another, without ending.
“I didn’t give you permission,” Xana said sternly.
“Fuck your permission,” Riordan breathed out as the last shudders of his release coursed through him.
“I see.” Xana let go of his cock and then turned him on his back to take him again from the front. “It appears that stopping you doesn’t work, so how about we should see how much you can indulge in this sort of insolence?”
“You might be surprised,” Riordan challenged his master.
“Let’s see then. I expect to be impressed.”
Xana kissed him, making their tongues dance. Riordan couldn’t remember that he should feel disgusted with that kind of contact as he had thought at first. Beggars can’t be choosers, and neither can those running from their fates. So, they were all in the same spot now, Earthian bearers with no choices to make anymore. He was one of them, and right now, he knew nothing else but how much pleasure he could experience while being nailed to the bed by that creature from another world and kissed until his head spun with dizziness.
Since his cock was no longer restrained, it just shot happily all over his belly and the sheets. He could see some of those drops hanging from Xana’s belly and chest, too, and that made him proud. Was that how animals did it? Marking their mates with their smells? He surely felt more like an animal in heat than a human with a rational mind. All that was left in it was the need to fuck. No, the need to get fucked, and the simple realization made Riordan jolt in Xana’s arms, as another wave of spunk flew out of him.
Xana had to be lying about the seth. He was so fucking horny, and it felt so good that it couldn’t be normal. Humans weren’t made to feel so much pleasure. It was going to fuck him up for sure, but it wasn’t like he was normal to begin with. His master was careful with his large belly, making sure to leave enough room for it, but Riordan could say, by that intense stare, those hungry eyes, that the sight of that big belly also made snakeboy just as horny as he was.
“Give me your cum,” he begged shamelessly. “Fill my ass, Xana.”
“Say what I want to hear, and I might do it.”
What a tease. Riordan wished he still had the energy to roll his eyes, but there was none left. “I’m sorry for crashing your meeting. Never again, I swear. It was boring as hell anyway,” he added with a grunt, as another orgasm started building up in his balls.
“You said that already. And it’s not what I want from you.”
Riordan opened his eyes and searched Xana’s face. He took it in his palms. “Do I have to read your mind to get it?”
“You shouldn’t need it,” Xana replied. “Try to read my mind, and I’ll make sure that you won’t leave the bed until morning.”
“Okay, now that sounds like a serious threat.” Riordan let out the last few words in a long moan and threw his head back. Was it possible to come and come without stopping? It seemed really weird. Probably dangerous for his dick.
What could it be that Xana wanted if not an apology? It was hard to think while getting fucked continuously and having his entire body shake as that long cock went in and out of him like a piston, making him feel like the happiest fuck toy in the world.
Oh, fuck, he thought he knew what snakeboy was after. “Insecure much?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?” Xana said in his usual haughty tone. “I do not experience such sensations.”
“Yeah, right. Come here, tough boy,” Riordan said and brought their faces closer. “I love your sorry tail, fucker,” he added and smiled. From so near, he could see the pupils of Xana’s eyes dilating, but he didn’t wait for other signs. He closed his eyes and caught his master’s mouth in a long kiss, wishing that all he did was the result of some calculations running through his head, and yet, knowing all the same, that it wasn’t anything like that.
He was right, of course. Xana melted in his kiss and embraced him passionately. Then, his entire body became taut, as he continued his hammering, and Riordan could tell that his ass was slowly overflowing with so much alien cum that not only those sheets, but the entire bed, had to be toast.
***
“How did you find the viewing?” Xana asked him while manipulating the fork and knife with so much grace that he made Riordan envious.
Although he didn’t need a chair to sit, Xana had chosen to follow all the customs, and now, they were sitting across a small table, facing each other, and indulging in steak and poached veggies. Xana had also offered wine, a bottle that had been procured from Earth and must have cost a fortune, but Riordan refused on the grounds that his pregnancy didn’t allow the consumption of alcohol.
The question was pointed, and he took some time to reply. He chewed the morsel in his mouth and swallowed, while considering his following words. All he wanted was to make something good out of that situation, for Cario, and also for all bearers if possible, but it wasn’t like he was some diplomat to know how to use clever words.
“Disturbing,” he eventually said.
Xana looked at him, surprised. He took a sip from his wine — apparently, there was nothing wrong with acquired tastes — and then continued to stare, obviously waiting for more details to follow.
“That guy went through like the ordeal of his life. I mean, those were some really nightmare-inducing cries coming from him. And his master just left him there. Why?”
Xana’s face returned to its serene neutral stance. “It is the law of nature.”
“For him to be discarded after being used? At least, his master could have sent some servants or some bots or whatever.” Xana laughed, making Riordan frown. “What’s so funny? And that guy won’t even have a career getting his belly inflated just to make you Xenos have a little laugh because–” He swallowed his words. Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to know that.
Xana threw him an odd look. “Drato Menor is my ally, Riordan. Think about it.”
“What’s there to think about? Is this how I’m going to give birth, too? Are you just going to leave–” He stopped before he’d end up saying something stupid.
“I will leave momentarily,” Xana said. “Any barely delivered Xenolite needs to be moved to a special type of nursery for a few days.”
Riordan pursed his lips. Now, he was stupid. Still, he was stupid and pissed off. “And why didn’t you tell me anything? How am I supposed to know about it?”
“You can also ask your bot. He has a large database regarding such customs.”
“He didn’t tell me anything, either,” Riordan said with rancor, but, once again, he got proven that he had to remove his head from his ass. Kyle couldn’t know what information he wanted. When he had asked the bot about what would happen to Cario, Kyle had simply assumed that Riordan wanted to learn about what would happen to that bearer in the long run. “Wait,” he added, “Kyle did tell me that you’d never leave like that.”
Xana seemed amused. “I can only assume that Drato was quick to put his Xenolite into the nursery, and that is the one aspect that keeps bothering you.”
“Yeah, he did it without even sparing a look at that poor fucker,” Riordan continued, still wanting to remain as pissed as possible. “Kyle lied. You’d do the same. But, of course,” he added, “it’s because of the baby, and I–”
Xana surprised him by reaching him with one hand and caressing his cheek. “I will hold you while you give birth. I thought you’d have more questions about that. And I will hold you after, and I will kiss you. And once our Xenolite is safe in his nursery, I will come back to you. Also, Kyle will be there. As much as he is nothing but a bot, he appears to bring comfort to you, so I will allow it.”
“What about Cario?” Riordan mumbled, as Xana’s touch was making his anger melt away.
“I told you, Riordan. Drato is one of my allies. Do not ask anymore,” Xana said mysteriously, and Riordan, for a change, decided that maybe it was better to keep his mouth shut.
tbc
@cannd – yeah, we’d all like a Kyle, lol. There is a change happening and the cause for further developments in the story.