Companion (boyxboy)

Assessment

CHAPTER TWO

Those violet eyes weren't angry or even malicious. They were curious; he was being tested.

Kieran frowned. Did the boy think he'd try to fight? These aliens were more than twice his size. He wouldn't stand a chance.

He lifted gingerly and moved away to sit on the opposite side of the pen - hoping the boy would tire of him soon.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the black haired boy converse with one of the red skinned aliens. The boy gestured towards him and Kieran's gut tightened.

Beside him a tall girl, with brown skin and white hair, reached into the pen to pick up a delicate pink boy with drooping ears. She cradled him gently and scratched behind his ears.

Kieran was unceremoniously hauled up by his waist and he stared up into violet eyes with sinking resignation.

The boy's mint palms faded to plum colored fingertips and he pressed a thumb into the Human's jaw.

Kieran's mouth popped open under the pressure, and he caught a whiff of citrus, before fingers ran over his teeth.

The alien seemed pleased, but frowned at the texture of Kieran's chemically damaged hair, and moved on to examine his arms and legs.

Next, Kieran was propped onto his belly and the alien spent an uncomfortable amount of time inspecting his spine and tail bone.

The boy then spread Kieran's buttocks and pressed a finger into his anus.

Kieran grunted. His drug addled mind didn't diminish the sting, or the indignity, of a large digit pushing dry into him.

Tears of shame gathered in his eyes and he grit his teeth.

He was then turned onto his back and his penis was caught between two violet fingers. He was jerked with quick mechanical motions and, when his cock inevitably hardened, the boy released him and passed him over to a red alien. It was so impersonal. So cold.

Kieran was carried from the room and his humiliation was complete.

Tears trailed sluggishly down his face and he never even saw the tub full of pink liquid, before he was dumped into it.

His skin was abruptly searing and he struggled as all but his scalp was pressed into the fluid. His hair was coated in a thick gel, and the fiery substance was rubbed over the lower part of his face, before he was hauled up and dropped into a second tub.

This solution didn't burn, but it was ice cold. The gel was scrubbed roughly from his hair and his teeth rattled when he was lifted and placed onto a crate blowing hot air.

He shook and stared blearily at his red and blistered skin. The little body hair he'd had was gone.

He was then hosed down with an itchy spray and coated in a fresh layer of gel. At this point Kieran thankfully passed out.

......

He woke to the gentle sway of footsteps and the smell of citrus. He sleepily noted a second herb. More woodsy. Sage, perhaps?

He was in the mint skinned alien's arms and they were walking up a pale stone staircase, flanked by gold ducts filled with running water.

He blinked wearily. The alien's hand was resting warm on his belly and Kieran's head was cushioned against the luxurious red fabric in the curve of the boy's arm.

They reached the top of the stairs, passed through a set of stone doors and entered a large room filled with glass chambers, divided by gossamer curtains in muted colors.