The Milk Stud

CHAPTER 5
No Fear



The pressure was intense. I could feel him forcing his way into me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Fear swelled like an acidic bubble and popped inside my chest. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready. Somewhere along the way that idea transformed from a thought into a actual words.

“Noooooooooooooooo!” I screamed. Even to my own ears it was shattering. I felt as if that scream would tear the very paint off the walls.


Prater froze. Just like that. I was panting into the sheets as I waited for the inevitable invasion anyway, or the swipe of his big hand. I was sure that this disobedience would earn me a beating. I’d cross some invisible line between slave and masters. Despite my lack of knowledge about this new relationship I’d been forced into entering, I’d have to be a fool not to realize that a slave’s opinion counted for nothing.

Prater could do anything he wanted to me,however many times he wanted, and yet knowing that I could not hold back my voice. I could not hold back the sobs and tears that unmanned me and made me a little boy again. This was too much, too fast.



The violence that I was expecting never came. Prater pulled away and slowly lowered my legs. I let out a squeak of surprise as he grabbed my waist and flipped me over, then pulled me to him.He pressed my head against his chest and I could his heart.It beat as wildly as my own.



The Zorn didn’t understand words, but as I looked into his liquid brown eyes I thought that maybe he understood my fear.He licked away my tears and he petted my head as if were a puppy in need of soothing. I was grateful and so relieved, and as I found my eyelids closing, very tired.

When I woke up later, I was floating.

I heard the sounds of water rushing around me. A gentle spray splashed across my cheeks, and a hand stroked over my hair. I kept my eyes closed and tried to remember where I was and who with. I wasn’t back at my home, safe with mother and father. I was now a slave to a highborn Zorn; One that had given me mind-numbing pleasure, followed by paralyzing fear.

My eyes flew open.

Prater loomed above me. His face and broad shoulders blocked out the light that glowed above his head like a burning halo. It took me a few moments to realize it was Prater’s big hands that were sifting through my hair. I smelled something that reminded me of honey and almonds.

He rubbed it into my hair and for a moment I couldn’t speak.

To do such a thing, for me, after the way I had acted was very surprising. Dr. Fisk had been right. I had lucked out with Prater. Father-Zorn surely would have given me a sound thrashing had I acted in such a way.

I felt his other hand beneath me, at the center of my back, helping me to float. I sat up and Prater scooted out of the way, but he did not cease the ministrations with my hair. I scanned my surroundings and discovered that I was in a tub—more like a very small swimming pool. It was immense; it was large enough to fit thirty Zorns if they were packed in it shoulder to shoulder. The bathroom chamber was directly as only the highborn could afford. Silver and gold anointed the door frames, knobs of the tubs, sinks and even the toilet. White marble with gray and black veins graced the floor.

After cataloging the wealth of the bathroom my attention returned to the tub.The water was a bluish-purple color, clear enough so that I could see my thin limbs floating beneath the surface. Islands of foam floated across its surface, and as Prater continued to wash my hair, foam bubbles drifted down onto my shoulders and chest.



It seemed wrong somehow that Prater was taking care of me while I did nothing but smile and pop bubbles, so I moved, at the risk of dislodging the hands in my hair and retrieved the bar of cream-colored soap I'd spotted at the lip of the bathtub. I looked at Prater as I paddled back to where he stood. His gaze was one of patience. I smiled shyly, fully aware that we were two beings of a very different species, and both of us naked together in a tub. Despite the fact that he'd had me in his mouth a number of times I didn't think I'd overcome my natural inclination for shyness anytime soon.


I don't know where I'd worked up the courage to even dare to wash him, but I remembered Dr. Fisk’s advice: You’ve been given a master that is fairer than most. Be glad that you have and do your best to please him. Please Prater and your efforts will be rewarded. I wasn’t looking for any reward. Before the fear, last night had been quite pleasurable, and Prater hadn’t even gotten off. I just wanted to make amends for the things I couldn’t do.

This I could do.

Twice I nearly dropped the soap because my hands were shaking from nerves as I reached out to Prater. I didn’t want to make a mistake and upset him. And I’d never willingly reached out to touch a male’s body before. His chest was like a wall of iron, the skin tough yet smooth like leather. And there was a lot of it. I washed his entire chest while he stared down at me blushing. He said nothing. He didn’t even grunt. I took his big arm, tentatively, into my own hand and soaped it up as well. I did his other arm, and then went around to his back. He seemed to relax as I worked the soap and water into his skin. As I wash him I became aware of the oils in the soap, oils that no doubt moisture his skin, keeping it from being dry and cracked. I had heard that this could become a problem for the Zorns.

It was the only weakness I knew about, and it made me relax a little to know that they were mortal and vulnerable to injury as I was. When I was finished I had a dilemma. Did I go on? The only thing left to do was Prater’s legs and privates. Those were submerged under water.

I nibbled my lip as I contemplated this.Prater was suddenly moving. He sunk beneath the water in the tub, submerging as gracefully and quietly as a thing born to the sea. When he came back up he was facing me and shook off the water. I made another embarrassing and idiotic squeaking nose because he had startled me and Prater flashed teeth.



A low rumble sounded from his chest and didn’t take me long at all to realize he was laughing at me. “Glad I could amuse you,” I grumbled, and tossed the soap at him.


It slapped into his chest and made a ‘plop’ sound as it hit the water. My eyes widened. I’d forgotten myself and been too playful. He’d smiled and laughed at me and I’d forgotten for only an instant that he was my master. I stiffened, my every nerve quivering with anticipation as I waited for a reaction.

Prater reached out a hand and flinched away from it. I should have stood my ground. I deserved what I got.

The Zorn had a long reach, and I’d have to go half way across the tub to avoid him and he was standing in the way. I was in a corner. Helpless.

His hand cupped my cheek. “Coulen,” he rumbled softly. “No Feheer. No Feheer.”

No fear?

His thumb caressed my cheek. No fear.


***


As it turned out, Prater finished his own bath. I followed his lead and quickly washed myself. Though he would not let me dry off. He insisted that I sit in his lap while he wiped me down with a big fluffy towel. I felt very foolish and childlike, but I didn’t have much of a choice and it wasn’t so bad.


I was finding out that this was the theme of my life now. Life was full of fears that ‘thankfully’ turned out to be “wasn’t-so-bads.” If embarrassment and small indignities were the extent of my ‘bad moments’ then I would take them as they came, and gladly. When Prater was done drying me off he handed me a bottle of oil and showed me what he wanted me to do for him. Oiling his skin was a big job. He was big and he wanted it everywhere. I had to admit that when I was finished I had an appreciation for his strength. It was outlined in every limb of his body. He was solid as a rock. Muscles flexed and bulged just beneath the surface of his smooth skin.

I think I blushed enough to last me a year when I had to do his taut buttocks. My hands were shaking as I did his thighs, and when it came time to oil his manhood I found myself both curious and in turns mortified to be handling him. He was much thicker and longer than I'd ever seen. His size had not been a figment of my panicked imagination. His erection was the same color as the rest of him, aside from the purplish head.The skin felt like warm velvet; it was even softer than my own, almost delicate soft. Once I had my hands on him, I did not want to let go for reasons that weren’t entirely sexual. The texture fascinated me. I would not have thought such a hard Zorn to be this soft anywhere.

When precum beaded across his wide slit the urge to lean over and swipe it away with my tongue weighed on my mind like a heavy boulder. I didn’t get the chance to make a decision one way or the other, because Prater gently pried my hands away and had me help him dress.

When I saw his clothes, freshly laundered and suspended from a hangar on a hook I instantly thought of those cat men I had seen at the door when first entering his home. I hadn’t seen them since but I was sure that they must be servants and that they were the ones that set about performing menials tasks like running bathwater and pressing clothes. I wondered if they had been the ones to help dress Prater before I came. Maybe it had been the boy; Prater’s boy that had stopped giving milk who helped his master.


Without the necessary skills to communicate with Prater I knew I’d have to wait until I saw Fisk again. I hoped I’d see him soon. I was started to crave human companionship if only so I could speak. I had no idea how much I liked talking until it was rendered useless.

The silence wasn’t awkward and it wasn't complete. Prater communicated effectively with his grunts and nods and hand gestures. After more time than I was sure it had ever taken Prater to get dressed, we had him ready.

I, on the other hand, was still naked.

He offered me a white sarong. I was happy to take it this time.


He needed to show me how to tie it again. I paid attention so that he would not have to repeat the lesson.

After I was dressed I thought that we were done with everything and waited patiently to have him lead the way out of the bathroom.

That is when he produced the chain to my collar.




TBC>..


Fear. The one emotion--I figure--can be communicated in any language. And if anyone knows fear its the little brother of the biggest jerkoff this side of Zoron. So, I show you a nice side to my big Zorn but don't think he's all pretties. I'm pretty knackered but I think I can stand a few more minutes to personally give thanks to those who took time out to comment here. *g*


@Udine, MOAR it is. :D


@Averic, I'd love to be in his position too. Where the feck is Zoron anyway? *grabs galaxy map* anyone know how to use this thing. Yes, I'm kidding. Thanks for your support.


@wynja HEY! I remember you from when this first started. Glad you're still around and still enjoy my perveness. It's getting better. I hope. XD

@jdbbrz Dagnabit I hope I spelled your freaky name right. :D Anyhoo, I'm glad you like the tongue action. Veggie-Zorns are good for something with their (sorta) lizard tongues. WOOT!

@Lividfire Praise Jaysus! Yeah, its gonna hurt. Small penis. Big penis. All first time buttsex is gonna hurt somewhat. Cuz the holeyoh is not really supposed to play reversey, if you get my drift. So, seriously, no its not rape. Specially after Prater didn't even get any in this chapter. XD

@Rova Hah! I beat your expectations and updated much sooner. No, but thanks for checking out my little pervy story here. I'll do my best to keep the chapters flowing for you guys. *no pun intended* It's reviews/mssgs like yours that keep my at the 'puter.

@Kristina Thank you darlin'. I like the way I think too. I think. XD Just ignore me, I'm tired. Hope you keep coming back for more.

@fudge Your wish is my command. He's more. Thanks for spreading around the writing love.

@Ayamxam Thank you. I'll endeavor to keep you entertained. :D

@Alfsigr Dude, I just copy and pasted your name cuz my brain battery is failing. But anyway, thank you for the compliments. I really appreciate it and now I have to go watch THE TIME MACHINE to see what you're talking about, because curiosity is choking the hell out of my cat.

On a side note: it really sucks entering this brs for the pagebreaks manually. anybody know an easier way?

DONE.