Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2016 09:47:06 -0400
From: Tripp Savidge <trippsavidge@gmail.com>
Subject: Dancing with the Dragon, Chapter 5: Barrel of Monkeys

This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of explicit gay sex. Any
resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is coincidental. If you
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Dancing with the Dragon: CH 5: Barrel of Monkeys, Copyright 2015 Tripp
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Dancing with the Dragon
Chapter 5: Barrel of Monkeys
by Tripp Savidge

Now that Jerrick had returned, Skye's daily routine changed. The mornings
after breakfast he spent with Jerrick, who introduced him to their way of
teaching. Skye would climb into a virtual reality chair and after
everything was hooked up, Jerrick would download information and
experiences. Skye wasn't sure exactly how it worked but he thought it was
somehow tied to the implants they put in when he was first brought on
board. After the download then they would sit together and Jerrick would
explain and answer Skye's questions. After that he and Jerrick would go
to lunch, often meeting up with Garrett and Taleel and then the afternoon
was spent in self-defense training with Taleel.

Since Garrett had come back on board, Skye had not seen Marta or Veygat.
Though he preferred it that way, he still had the sense that everyone was
waiting for something to happen. They had long since left Pembra and were
headed to a space station to re-supply and meet with an envoy from the
Prima of Projj. They would hand off Devon and then head to Draga to
deliver the rest of the soon to be human bond-mates.

Skye noticed a subtle change in Taleel, he seem more relaxed and joked
more often. He even occasionally made lewd comments or complimented Skye
on his assets. With Jerrick, Skye couldn't really see a difference but
then he hadn't really spent time with him before the bonding. Jerrick
tended to be more serious and brooding, but was constantly giving advice
or tips on how to behave, how to manage or please Garrett, and overall
how to survive in his new reality. Skye started thinking of them as his
best friends. In many ways they were as close if not closer than the
friends he left behind.

Skye got in the habit of visiting River every day after his workout and
shower, He usually had time before Garrett joined him for their private
dinner. He would sit on the deck, leaning against the cryo pod and
recount his day, his fears, and what new things he had learned. He missed
River terribly and had come to realize how close they were and how much
they had anchored each other. He really looked forward to when they could
wake him up, but he also dreaded having to tell River what was in store
for him. He had no idea how River would take it.

The next cycle they arrived and docked at the way station. Garrett and
Taleel took Devon to the envoy and the ship was fairly quiet. Skye did
his workout by himself, returned and showered and was about to head down
for his chat with River when the com buzzed.

"Yes, this is Skye."

"Sir, the Commander has requested you meet him at the loading bay."

"Thank you," Skye responded. That was weird, Garrett had never relayed
messages through the bridge before. But maybe something came up on the
station or there was something Garrett found that he couldn't wait to
show him.

Skye headed down corridors and lifts he had seldom seen since his tour.
He knew by the markings and color change that he was on the right level
when he heard a door behind him. He had just started to turn to see who
it was when he felt a sharp sting in his neck. The corridor started to
blur and he felt himself falling.

"Quickly get him in the bin," Marta ordered.

Veygat struggled a little but soon they had Skye securely folded up and
locked in the small shipping cube.

"Is it clearly marked?" Marta asked.

"Yes, and the ownership and electronic records have already been updated.
Once we drop it with the other cargo, the way station's systems will
automatically carry it off to his ship."

"Good, we don't have much time, they're dropping the last of the cargo
now to prepare for lock up. The new supplies are already onboard."

"His ship is scheduled to leave long before the Black Phoenix, so they'll
be well on their way before anyone even notices he's missing," Veygat
said as he loaded the crate onto the conveyor.

A chime sounded. "That's the signal, the commander and the crew are back
on board," Marta said.

"Sir, one more - last crate. You can close up once this one's gone."
Veygat told the dock master.


*   Scene 2   *

Oh God not again. Skye thought as he fought the nausea and tried to wake
up. He could feel pillows and fabric underneath him and a strange
tightness about his neck and his balls ached. He slowly opened his eyes.
He was indeed on a pile of ornate cushions and pillows in a dimly lit
room with decorative lighting and translucent cloth draping the walls.

There was a deep guttural laugh behind him. "Oh ho. The pretty little
thing finally wakes up? Two cycles I've been waiting for you to be awake
when I take you. Come here boy!"

Skye felt a goblet pressed to his lips as his mouth was forced open and
the liquid poured down his throat. It burned and he tried to stop it but
his nose was held closed and his throat was being stroked forcing him to
swallow.

"That's a good little boy. It's going to make you feel real good. Get you
ready to give me more of your sweet seed. You've done well so far, too
bad you weren't awake for it!" The voice laughed. Skye was yanked up and
turned and he realized the tightness around his neck was a slave collar,
its leash leading to one of the most grotesque creatures he'd encountered
yet: a very large, obese monkey-man, covered in light brown fur. His
belly and chest were white fur and he had to be at least eight, maybe
nine feet tall and well over 500 pounds. He had a prehensile tale that
was partially lifting and guiding Skye toward him. He was wearing a robe
but it hung open revealing his flaccid penis and low hanging balls. He
held Skye up to him and ran his tongue down Skye's body. The monkey-man
was so repulsive it made Skye want to puke.

"So very sweet and so smooth. You don't know how much I've been enjoying
you."

Skye saw that there was a smaller monkey-man, even smaller than himself,
but with similar fur markings in dark brown standing to the side. And
there were two guards, about Skye's size - again with the same fur
markings. From what Skye could tell they each had a firearm at their belt
and a ceremonial sword on their back. Skye was trying to see more when
the feel of a wet tongue between his legs made him cry out.

"What sweet little balls you have. They are very tasty you know. When I
can't get any more of your sweet boy juice, I'm going to cut them off and
eat them. They're almost as good as your cream."

Skye shivered in spite of himself as the huge man took him in his mouth
and began sucking. Skye was held in the air by the huge arms. He was
already hard and could feel himself building as he felt a hard wetness at
his hole. It was pushing and poking and then it was inside him fucking
his ass as the beast sucked his cock. The sensation was overwhelming and
Skye shot his load into the sucking mouth - but rather than stop, the
intruder slid further up his ass and moved harder and faster. Skye gasped
as he felt himself building again and in a short time, shot a second
load. The arms dropped him on to the cushions and the intruder slid from
his ass.

"Exceptional boy. You're one of the best I've had. So powerful. See?" The
monkey-man pointed to his cock which was now hard and swollen and easily
the size of Skye's arm. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you with my dick until
you can't give me any more juice. That's right before I cut off your
balls and eat them. Till then I'll just fuck you with my tail," he roared
in laughter as he kicked at Skye with his foot.

Skye squirmed back into the cushions as far as the leash would allow. The
huge beast talked to the servant and Skye struggled to stay awake but
drifted off to sleep until the alarms sounded.

The lights flashed and the klaxons made a horrible racket almost bringing
Skye to his feet until the strain of the leash stopped him. The door
opened and a man entered in a rush before falling to his knees in front
of the beast.

"My lord. We've been pulled out of hyperspace sir. When we exited we were
surrounded. There are two battle cruisers and a Nova Class Destroyer -
they've asked for our surrender sir."

"No, what has she done to us? She guaranteed they could not track us!"
The huge man pulled Skye up to him and spat in is face as he spoke. "Who
are you boy?" the monkey-man wheezed.

"I'm no one sir," Skye protested.

"Movy, get a message out quickly. Tell them Marta betrayed us, set us up.
Damn those vampires and their political agenda. Who did you belong to
boy? Why was it so important for us to make you disappear?" He asked
before going into a gasping, coughing fit.

"Just the captain of a small ship sir," Skye said in confusion.

"What was the name boy, the name of the ship?"

"The Black Phoenix." Skye had barely finished his answer when he felt
himself flying across the room before slamming into the bulkhead in a
tangle of cloth.

"Sir, sir we're all dead, there's no hope," Movy wailed.

"Movy, get a hold of yourself and call me a medic. Having trouble
breathing," he rasped. "Soldier go tell the captain to say we surrender,
and as soon as they power down, fire and jump us out of here. Quickly
soldier! We are so screwed."

The messenger was gone only a short time when the explosion shook the
ship with a loud roar. Pieces of bulkhead dropped down, the statues and
fixtures in the room crashed to the floor and there were sparks and
explosions all around. A huge section of the ceiling collapsed on top of
the monkey-man, pinning him to the raised platform. The fire dampeners
sprang to life but there were too many small fires. Skye looked around to
see what he could do. One of the guards was down, not too far from him.

"Movy, help me!" The monkey-man cried out.

A new man entered and ran to the beast who was pinned and flailing trying
to get himself free. The remaining guard and Movy were distracted trying
to help the man get the beast free. Skye crawled to the downed guard and
took his weapon. He looked closely and swore. Damn. A DNA triggered
blaster, figures. He looked back at the guard and the ceremonial sword.
He pulled the scabbard off and drew the sword, checking to make sure
everyone else was still distracted.

With a swift motion he brought the sword down on the downed guard's wrist
with all his strength. The sword sliced through the wrist like butter and
went right through the deck plating. Damn, that's some sword.

Skye picked up the hand and wrapped it around the gun handle positioning
the finger on the trigger. He moved back and behind some fallen debris
and chose his targets. He had a very small amount of time and needed to
make this count. Fortunately Taleel had spent a lot of time on a very
similar blaster. He lined up the site on the remaining guard, then
practiced moving it to the servant then the new monkey, in quick
succession. Got it. He thought to himself then returned to the guard
lined up and fired. The blast was loud and bright but Skye did not wait
to see if he'd hit, just moved on as he'd practiced, fired again, next
target fired again. Then he quickly rolled to the side trying not to
tangle himself in the leash or the downed fabric.

The smoke had already cleared and the beast was still wheezing and
struggling, a look of terror in his eyes. But the other three monkeys
were dead. Skye quickly stood and moved back to the beast.

"I am no one's snack you bastard," and with a swift swing brought down
the sword on the large man's ball sack and penis severing them in one
strike. He picked up the sack with the huge balls and climbed up onto the
platform, over the fallen debris and forced the balls into the big
monkey-man's mouth trying not to slip in the hot blood. He held his hand
over the beast's mouth and squeezed his nose. "There chew on those balls,
you're going to have to swallow if you want to breathe again. I've heard
they're real sweet." Skye watched in satisfaction as the man swallowed
his own balls and then gasped as Skye released him.

Skye jumped down, grabbed the severed penis and threw it against the wall
with a splat. He then carefully cut away his collar and moved to the open
doorway. The ship seemed to be in chaos. He kept the grotesque blaster in
one hand and the sword in the other as he ran down the corridor... hoping
to find something that would help him escape. He tried corridor after
corridor but most of the doors were locked or badly damaged. Any of the
furred creatures he encountered he shot as soon as they were in sight.
Most of the time the blaster did the job, but he used the sword as well.
He was about at wits end and felt his system struggling with the strong
drugs. Come on body, this is no time to want sex, survival comes first.
The world was starting to spin, his lower body was tightening and he
could feel the arousal beginning to overtake him.

He tried another corridor and then heard the approach of boots, many
boots. Damn, no, a dead end. His mind screamed. He turned, readied the
blaster and sword and got into position. If I'm going down then I'm
taking as many of those bastards with me as I can. The first troops came
in sight and spotted him, they were all in black battle armor and helmets
concealed their faces. They were coming down the hallway three abreast
and Skye was trying to figure out how best to target to take out as many
as he could.

"Halt. Do not move," one of them shouted. Two of the front guard had
weapons raised, the third was holding something different. Skye saw blue
lights race down the hallway like a scanner then they hit him starting at
his head and going down to his feet, and then the light was gone.

"Please, put down the weapon we are here to help you," the soldier
called.

Skye was having trouble focusing. He heard but maybe it was a trick. God
he was so horny. He shook his head and tried to clear his vision. Then he
saw movement to the rear, someone was coming forward. Another guard all
in black, but he acted differently, he stepped forward and put his arms
out to his sides, palms back and the other guards lowered their weapons.
He slowly, put his hands up and unfastened the battle helmet and
carefully removed it.

"No General! You can't!" One of the soldiers yelled.

"Quiet!" He shouted back.

Skye almost dropped to his knees when he saw the tumble of black hair
fall out of the helmet surrounding the dark face. But no, it could be a
trick.

"Skye," he called. "It's me, Taleel. I am your friend Skye, please put
down the weapons."

"Sir, scanner says he's been heavily drugged and may be hurt. The scan
can't tell if all that blood is his or not. Please put your helmet on."

"No, I know what I'm doing." He looked at Skye in a mix of horror and
pride. He was covered and caked in blood from head to toe. Even the
bright blond hair was dark and stiff with blood, making Skye look like a
dangerous savage, naked and obviously aroused. "Skye, can you hear me.
You know me Skye, we practice our kata every day. You remember, do you
want me to start? Will that prove to you that I am your Taleel?"

The man slowly approached. Skye loved dancing the kata with Taleel. Yeah,
I like doing the kata, it lets me watch Taleel move... He is so
beautiful. Maybe if I do well he'll... and sky dropped the bloody gun and
watched the hand fall away. Then he lowered the sword and tried to wipe
his hands on his body, but there was so much blood. He got into position
and started to move, watching the soldier approach gracefully as he
matched Skye's moves.  The next thing Skye knew, the man was there and he
saw the grey swirling eyes and collapsed into his arms. "Taleel I'm so
sorry..."

"Shhh... it's okay now. I've got you."

"Let them know we have him. He's okay, the blood isn't his."


END CHAPTER 5


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