Judged (The Talani Trade Alliance 2)

By Leona Windwalker

Matty's best friend Duane is missing- trafficked by the very aliens behind Matty's own sentencing. When J'nah gets a lead on where he is, he sends J'nel. For J'nel, this is about more than duty. The smaller human male had fired up his protective instincts, Duane's emotional fragility making him vulnerable to the very sort they sought to protect the rest of humanity from.

Duane only meant to make atonement for his unwitting part in Matty's arrest and sentencing. Being sold on the black market to an alien psychopath had definitely not been any of the outcomes he'd been prepared for. Then again, he also could never have foreseen meeting an ancient, powerful alien AI whose avatar was that of a child.

Duane knows one thing for certain, though. The Talani hiding in the shadows are going down. But first, he and J'nel need to rescue Delorit from herself. That it helps Duane find himself again is a bonus as is getting one on one time to spend with J'nel. J'nel, who treats him as if he is a treasure. Now, to just get him to plunder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona Windwalker
• Release date: Jan 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463794487

Leona Windwalker

Leona is a long time staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre is m/m fiction and she particularly enjoys the sci fi, fantasy and action suspense subgenres, especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more, and when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, spends time trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.

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Judged

The Talani Trade Alliance 2

by

Leona Windwalker

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Duane did not know how long he had been there. He existed in darkness, knowing only the nothingness he could see and the bite of cold steel when he brushed against the bars of his confinement. Even the cold had stopped registering, his bones so now pervaded by it that it had ceased to be of any consequence. The shivering, that continued, but the jerky movements had become such a constant thing that he no longer sensed his body making the convulsive movements. He liked it when it was like this. Just darkness and silence, punctuated only by the kiss of the cold steel when it made contact.

It was much preferred to the other times. His mind reeled away from thinking about those times. The times when the steady sounds of a man’s tread approached him, followed by the low chuckle that held no mirth or humor in it. The voice, deep, masculine, and cruel as it said things designed only to torment him. Then, as if the words were not severe enough, the sound of grating metal as his cage was opened, the painful cramping as his disused muscles screamed as hateful hands grasped him, pulling him out, dragging him along as he wept and begged. The malevolent laughter as his arms were lifted, the restraints that lived about his wrists fastened tightly to an unseen fixture so that they remained above his head. His feet no longer fully touching the floor, his toes barely grazing its surface. The whisper and crackle of a whip. The flare of pain as it bit into his flesh, not content to merely flog him, but to leave behind a taste of electricity which arced through his body. Sometimes he would feel his heart stutter. Those were the times when he’d wish fervently that it would ultimately give out. It never did though, to his dismay.

A new sound came into his awareness. Lighter footsteps, then a softer, more sibilant voice. Are you my Daddy’s new toy? it asked.

Oh, God. Is there a child in here? Self-awareness rushed at Duane in dismay.

I said, are you my Daddy’s new toy? the voice asked again, more insistently.

Go, Duane croaked. At least, he tried to. The gag did not permit him to say anything clearly.

Oh. You have a thing in your mouth. The footsteps started again as the child prowled around his cage. You look broken. Not as broken as Mummy did, though. Mummy was much more broken, before.

Before?

Her hair had turned red, even, the child continued. Then she was dead. Out the airlock she went.

Duane whimpered.

Who is this child and why was she here? Who had let her see such things?

Just scream when he wants you to and cry, the soft voice advised. He’ll keep hurting you, but not enough to die. Least not until he wants a new toy. A rustle of fabric. Be a good toy, for now, the voice said before the footsteps started again, this time growing fainter as the child walked away from him.

Duane trembled this time in rage and fear. It made him all too aware of the sorry state he was in. He vowed to get free, to find this child and take it away. This was no place for a child. A child deserved better. He thought of his own childhood, before coming to the long-term foster family that had led him to meet his best friend. Remembering his betrayal of his best friend reminded him of why he was where he found himself.

The minutes stretched out until once more, he lost track of time. His stomach gurgled half-heartedly as a soft but persistent beeping sound made itself heard. He cringed. This was it. The man would come. Not for the first time, he wondered if Matty was truly happy or if that story had all been lies.

Perhaps it’s all nothing but lies. Maybe the Talani treat all humans like this. No, that can’t be right. They were such sticklers for rules, and I can’t see that J’nel guy going along with anything like that. Plus, that girl who tried to help me, she said this was illegal. Still, nobody came. Nobody but the people who bid on all of using that place.

Time stretched interminably again. He began to suffer small, dry heaves. Then, the sound of footsteps again. Heavier ones this time, the gait heralding the arrival of the man.

Hello, sweetheart. Time for your feed and cleanse session. The cage door opened and a firm hand pulled him out, dragging him across a room that seemed to get larger each time he traversed it. First, he was thrust against a wall and shackled. Then a needle-like spray hit him, its antiseptic stench burning his nose. He tried to breathe through his nose despite the sting and occasional droplets that entered his nasal cavity.

All clean. Now to make nice for me. You love smelling and feeling lovely for me, don’t you, darling? The man whispered into his ear. Duane shivered but gave a tiny nod. Pleasing the man now meant less pain after. Good boy, the voice breathed. He felt the man withdraw and heard the soft snick of a cap. He braced himself to feel the man’s hands upon him and not recoil. Soon, the familiar sweet scent of the hair and skin moisturiser greeted his nose, its familiar slickness feeding his skin. The man’s strong hands worked it over him, massaging it into his scalp and across his skin. He didn’t miss a single inch of Duane, even working his fingers into his crevices before slipping a finger into his ass. Duane flinched.

That excites, you, yes?

Duane wished he could deny it, but biology meant that his traitorous dick was already becoming half hard. His body knew what was coming next. The man uncuffed him and guided him gently to the suspended restraints, pushing Duane onto his knees. Leaving Duane upright, he fastened Duane’s hands at shoulder height before locking his ankles to a spreader bar he fetched from somewhere nearby. Duane’s eyes still burned from the antiseptic, the moisture wicking from his blindfold and seeping past his lashes despite him keeping his eyes tightly closed against the fabric. The man gripped Duane’s forehead, a fresh blindfold at the ready. In a swift movement, he’d removed the sodden one and slid down the dry one he’d held under his hand. Duane felt the old one fall as it brushed against him on its trajectory towards the floor. The man hummed as he adjusted the fresh blindfold, ensuring its tightness.

This will be able to come off soon, my sweet. Then I’ll be able to see those beautiful eyes of yours all the time. Tomorrow, I think. Yes, you’ve done so very well that tomorrow is a good day to start the next phase. The man unbuckled his gag and moved a few steps away. Duane heard him place the gag onto a surface. He’d long surmised that a table was there. He licked his lips in anticipation while ignoring the way his cock filled even more. The man returned, and Duane heard the telltale sounds of the nutrient bag being hung. He whimpered.

Yes, I know, the voice soothed as the man cupped the back of his head with one hand and guided the tube into his mouth with the other. Duane eagerly sucked it in, happily suckling the small drips that the feeding apparatus allowed him. The man knelt behind him now, body bracketing his. A hand reached up and began to tease a nipple, plucking, rolling, occasionally twisting while the man’s other hand caressed his rapidly hardening cock. That’s it. Show your Master how much you appreciate the way he takes care of you.

Duane shuddered before suckling harder in a vain effort to make the liquid nutrients flow faster. The man gripped him harder, jacking him more firmly while simultaneously giving Duane’s nipple a brutal twisting yank. Duane cried out, the tube falling from his lips. He whimpered in desolation.

You rejected my offering?

Duane whimpered, shaking his head no.

I can’t hear you, the man said, giving Duane’s dick a harsh squeeze.

Duane managed to gasp out a reply. Nooo. Want. Please.

Such lovely manners deserve a reward. The man let go of his nipple, returning the feeding tube to Duane’s mouth. The man released Duane’s cock and leaned back. Duane’s straining ears heard the parting of fabric and willed himself to relax, knowing that the ‘reward’ was not the food. Sure enough, the man he knew only as ‘Master’ returned, this time placing the head of his cock at Duane’s hole. Don’t choke now, was all the warning he got before Master pushed hard and insistently at his opening, the only lubrication the light moisturising treatment he’d gotten in the shower. Duane reflexively clenched the feeding tube between his teeth, refusing to let go. He’d done that before and discovered that no more food had been forthcoming until the next day’s feeding. He concentrated on unclenching his glutes while pushing back against the cock, eager to get it over with. The mushroom