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I frowned.  I thought you didn t know the language?
He looked at Mark with almost as much love in his eyes as he had when
talking about Ylazo.  Ylazo took me over there to meet Mark s owner soon
after he bought Mark, and Mark translated.
That was another common theme. Some of the men, while they had
suspected their owner s feelings for them, hadn t had true confirmation until
Mark s arrival. Our owners were a close-knit band of friends. Mark s ability
to communicate, even though he couldn t understand all Algonquans, was
enough he d helped forge a deeper bond between the captives and their
owners.
I thought about that word. Captive. Maybe true in the beginning, but
like these men, I agreed I didn t want another life. I liked this. If
circumstances were different in the Terran world, sure, I could see wanting
my freedom, but I wasn t captive.
I was loved.
I felt a little overwhelmed, and perhaps Mark sensed that. He kissed me
and led me back inside to find Master and Qhan. The sporting event, which
resembled Terran rugby, had started. When Master saw us standing in the
doorway, he smiled and waved us over to where he sat on the large sofa. I
didn t miss how one of his friends eyed me and leaned in to talk with him. I
didn t like the look on his face. Almost a hunger.
Master told Mark he could drag over a couple of pillows from a pile in
the corner. Apparently the designated pet pillows. While at home we were
allowed free run of the house and the furniture, but Bob s owner didn t
allow pets on the furniture. Or else he didn t want all the pets doing it. We
sat by Master s feet, Mark holding me as we reclined against Master s legs.
The man who d eyed me said something. Master laughed and patted my
head.
I didn t want to know. I couldn t stop it if it happened anyway.
Mark kissed my forehead.  Don t worry, he s telling him we re not for
sharing tonight.
 Has he ever fucked you?
 Once. He doesn t have a pet.
 I don t like him.
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 I don t either, but don t worry. Qhan or Master stays with me when
that happens, so I m sure he wouldn t leave you alone, either.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it.
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Chapter Twelve
I enjoyed sleeping with Mark and Master every night. With both of us
up to full strength, he wouldn t bother taking us to our room to fuck us.
We d get hooked up to the portable milker and fucked right there on our
hands and knees in his bed. He took turns, one of us in the morning, and one
of us in the evening, alternating to be fair. The one who didn t get fucked
got one helluva blow job.
One morning he woke up and fucked Mark, blew me, then kissed us
both and waved us into the shower. Qhan had entered the room and I
guessed they needed to discuss household affairs. Mark and I enjoyed
getting started, even though our need took over. By the time Master made it
into the shower, I was bent over with Mark s cock plumbing my ass.
Master laughed, let us finish, and we had our shower. He indicated for
me to take my turn topping Mark, making us both laugh as Mark got into
position. Master loved watching his pets play almost as much as he enjoyed
playing with us himself.
When we climbed out of the shower to find Qhan waiting with towels, I
caught site of Master taking a pill and wondered what it was for. Before I
could ask, Qhan was hustling us to our room where our breakfast awaited. I
knew something was up when, after we finished, he ordered Mark up onto
the frame and clipped his wrists to it, then hooked up the milker.
He asked Qhan something but didn t translate the answer. Qhan took up
position behind him with the same ointment he d used on me before I was
bred. I suspected what was happening.
Walking over to the frame, I watched what Qhan did. It felt weird when
my cock inflated, remembering how good the preparation had felt to me.
Mark, naturally looser from two years of the procedure, didn t need nearly
as much stretching as I did.
I needed the milker. I took up my familiar position in front of the frame
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and hooked myself up. Mark laid there, eyes closed, hips rocking in time
with Qhan s ministrations.
When he heard me lay down, he smiled.  I m assuming you connected
the dots.
 Yeah. It probably explains the pill I saw Master taking after our
shower.
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