"Yeah, you like that big cock in your mouth, boy?"
Chet paused at the words, turning and spying the hard miner currently backing a slim figure against the wall. He recognized the young man as one of the corridor kids, and it didn't look like he was enjoying himself. The corridor kid choked, his movements jerky. His hands were held flat to the wall behind him, his face turning blue.
"Yeah, you like that big hui? You like that? Yeah, you like that, don't you?"
Three men stood around the two figures, big men. They wore fierce smirks the way Chet wore his silk robes, as if they were born with them. Two were palming their own cocks through their coarse trousers, as if waiting for their leader to finish before having their turn.
"Yeah, you want my come, don't you? Little whores like you like to drink from the big fountain of man cream, don't you? All over your face, blyat, come all over your pretty face."
Biting his lip, Chet considered his next move. He wouldn't be able to take the four men, but there was no way he was going to sit back here and let one of the kids be treated roughly. The corridor kid was old enough to take care of himself and he was past the age of consent, but that didn't really matter right now. Whether this transaction had started out willingly or not, he definitely didn't appear to be willing now.
Chet had heard of the man who had the kid backed into the wall. His name was Chopar, and he had a reputation. Most of the Nil Raja stayed away from him and his ilk because they were known to be rough. They didn't much care if they accidentally choked you to death as long as they got their rocks off in the end. There were rumors they were the ones responsible for the state of the new prosti who'd been beaten badly. She hadn't wanted to take them all on so they apparently thought to teach her a lesson.
"Behen chod, you bit me, you little suka!"
The man pulled his dick back, checking it for blood. The corridor kid tried to skitter away, but he was quickly held in place by one of the goons. Chopar smacked the kid on the side of the face, sending him flying to the ground. The goon knelt on the ground beside the kid, grabbing his arm.
"Gentlemen, you don't want an inexperienced boy like this. Would you not prefer to have something beyond your ... wildest dreams?" Chet strolled forward, his movement intent, slinky. Seductive.
Chopar backed away from the kid at his feet, his eyes wide. "Nil Raja!"
Chet would bet his life savings this man had never been with a genuine Nil Raja. None of his Otha brethren would touch this dirty, slimy cesspool. With a flick of his lashes, he peered up at the three other goons, paying special attention to the one who was still holding the corridor kid. He wished he knew the kid's name, but it wouldn't matter. He needed to get him out of here.
Sliding one hand down his slim chest, Chet touched the very edge of his chest markings, the intricate blue swirls that danced around his nipples. He tossed his head back, knowing how attractive the long fall of indigo strands was to someone not used to seeing it. Everything about him was soft, pampered. Special. And here he was pandering to these lowlifes. It was worth it, though, if he could prevent one of the kids from being hurt.
He tangled his fingers in the jeweled necklace he wore, licking his lips to make them glisten. One of the men groaned. Encouraged, Chet flipped open his silk robes, displaying the cerulean loincloth wrapped low around his hips. It wasn't the loincloth he was trying to show off, though. No, he wanted them to look at the glistening blue jewel imbedded in his navel, and the top of the patterned markings above his cock, the blue swirls that wrapped around his waist, above his groin, dipping and swaying over his body. He touched one, moaning in heat, tossing his head again.
"Chiu!" The man holding the corridor kid gasped, reaching his climax and letting go of his bounty. Well, that was easy. You'd think he'd never seen an Otha Nil Raja before. While the others were distracted by his beauty, Chet looked down at the kid, blinking slowly. The corridor kid nodded, running away quickly, unnoticed by the miners.
Left alone with three panting men--and their almost comatose friend--Chet cursed himself silently. This wasn't going to be fun, but he didn't have much of a choice now. The kid was safe and that was all that mattered.
Chopar reached him first, grasping his hair in a hard hold. Chet held in his gasp of dismay, gritting his teeth. He coyly glanced up at Chopar beneath lowered lids, hiding his disdain. The other two men surrounded them, quickly jerking their own cocks in frenzied motions, as if the sight of him was too overwhelming for them to wait their turn.
"I want your mouth, suka."
Chet was not this man's bitch, and he never would be. Nevertheless, he slid gracefully to his knees, reaching for Chopar's cock. Did this man not know how to wash himself? He stank of piss and unwashed body. Wrinkling his nose delicately, Chet opened his mouth, sucking the head of Chopar's dick. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue, determined to get him off as fast as possible. Moaning in a poor parody of his normal heated voice, Chet tried to fool them into thinking he was as hot for this as they were.
Nil Raja were notorious for loving sex, at least the Nil Raja that these men were familiar with. It was extremely rare for any of the other castes to visit the spaceport, so most of Adana's inhabitants only knew of the Otha caste. The prostitutes, the beloved whores. They were able to choose their own partners because they were worth every credit they cost. Men like Chopar were normally forced to visit the Nil Raja fakes, men and women who copied Nil Raja markings, trying to pass themselves off as the real thing.
One of the goons gasped, finding his release. Chet grinned. Two down, two to go. He swirled his tongue again, moaning around the cock in his mouth.
Chet had seen more than one prosti down here with poor imitations of his own markings. It had given him a bit of a thrill, pleased that they appreciated the way he looked. He knew that the only people they were truly fooling were themselves. Or perhaps some tourist unfamiliar with the Nil Raja species. The fakes always looked like fakes. Maybe it was just him, though. He could spot a real Nil Raja a mile away because he was one.
Chopar grunted, his voice pained. Moving quickly, Chet twirled in place, getting out of the way just as Chopar came, his thick white seed falling harmlessly to the ground and not on Chet's precious silks.
The remaining man panted harshly, following Chopar into orgasm.
Chet stood, intending to escape while they were all relaxed from their releases.
"Where do you think you're going, suka? Get back here. I've decided I'm going to keep you and your very talented mouth."
Confused, Chet glanced back at Chopar. The man held a weapon in his hand, a nasty little thing Chet wasn't familiar with.
Well, chiu, how was he going to get out of this?