The Pet

"Lieutenant Travers," a mellow, rich voice said, "Tell me that cake's
not for me."

Alix pulled at his restraints, even though his shoulders already
ached. His cock ached worse, balls tight. He moaned, though he
meant not to. He couldn't see through the cloth that covered him,
but he could smell the cake, chocolate and sugary. He was almost
sure that they'd put a cake between his knees.

He didn't understand! Humiliation, embarrassment, and even without
the silver ring around his cock he'd have been just as hard.

"What have you done?" That beautiful voice asked and the hair stood
up on the back of Alix's neck. Slightly accented, perfect tenor,
Alix longed to hear that voice sing.

Tawn's words hit the back of her teeth and Alix listened with
satisfaction to her hesitation, the quiet groan. "Captain! What are
you doing here?"

"Checking up on you, with good cause, it seems. What's the story
with the pet?"

The Captain… the man he was meant to be a gift for. Alix wanted to
see him, to see this man with the beautiful voice. "I'm a harpist."

"Is that so," Tawn's captain asked. "A harpist? You look like a cake
decoration to me."

Tawn groaned even more. "He's all natural. It was supposed to be a
surprise! We all saved up for him, paid for him properly. He's high
alpha ranked, and well, it was my idea, so if you're going to get
upset, it's my fault."

The silk brushed over the soles of his feet, up his back, dragging
his hair up as his master unwrapped him. Tears had dried to his
cheeks, and he lifted his chin, holding himself proudly. He didn't
care what they called him. He was Alix the Harpist and nothing would
change that. The silk covering him slipped over the top of his head
and cascaded down over his lap, hiding his hard-on, teasing it with
such light feather teasing friction. He bit his lip to keep himself
from crying out at the light touch.

"Oh damn," the captain said. Black velvet was still a wall between
Alix and his new world. Warm fingers glided smoothly over the
velvety head of his cock, circling easily in the seeping pre-cum.
Such gentle fingers, but they were strong, comfortable with taking
what they wanted. "He's beautiful."

"He's a virgin," Tawn said, hope overshadowing hesitation, "And so
responsive."