Muzzle

The Galbana had docked on the sky island of Zephyr, and Ba’Gamnan was asleep. He had struggled ferociously against his bonds, but this earned him nothing but a strange smile from the young man called Tomaj. He didn’t know this one. True, he had never seen him before today. The boy startled him, looking at him in a way he’d never been looked at before.

So, he had decided to go to sleep.

He woke to a blissfully empty ship. He stretched his legs and looked about, his ears listening hard for anything. No screaming brats; just the gentle hum of the airship. He relaxed and started thinking of ways to get free.

The plotting didn’t last very long. Light footsteps echoed in his ears, and he sighed. Silly me, he thought, to think they might be foolish enough to leave me alone.

“I hope you aren’t trying to escape,” a soft, drawling voice rang from nearby. It was the strange boy, Tomaj.

“Of course not,” the bounty hunter said with mock servility. “I enjoy being tied up like a dog, at the mercy of children.”

“You’re making me blush.” Tomaj stopped in front of him, looking down at the Bangaa, an eerie little smile crossing his lips.

The Bangaa looked up slowly, his dim eyes working hard to study him. Tomaj had dusty brown skin, and his hair was only a shade or two darker. He had matching brown eyes and a little smirk on his thin lips. Ba’Gamnan didn’t particularly care for that smirk, so he battled with rhetoric.

“They left you here alone with me?” Ba’Gamnan laughed a terrible, low growling sound.


“No,” Tomaj corrected softly. “They left you here alone with me.”


The boy was kneeling down now, and Ba’Gamnan turned his head, straining to see him properly. The headhunter wasn’t quite into middle age yet, but his eyes had never been great. He relied on his hearing for depth perception, and was rather surprised at how close the boy had gotten to him.

Straight white teeth clamped onto the silver ring at the tip of Ba’Gamnan’s lower lip, and he jerked his snout back instinctively, snarling when the boy pulled him back, grinning wickedly at him. “Don’t be like that,” he purred when he finally released him.

The Bangaa said nothing. He thought perhaps he was being tested, and he was becoming progressively angrier and more nervous at the boy. When the Hume slid his arms around his neck, straddling one of his legs, he tensed up and snarled, then choked out a surprised cry when the boy pulled back. Somehow, the young man had gotten a collar on him, and was now standing in front of him with an infuriating look of superiority on his face, holding a chain. Tomaj pulled the chain hard and Ba’Gamnan lurched forward, yelping, unable to get up. The bounty hunter’s arms were still bound tight, and he now had no way of getting them loose. He jerked his head to the side and hissed as the boy’s lip curled.

The boy started to move closer, winding the chain around his arm as he moved, until he was standing in front of Ba’Gamnan, glaring down at him. “We’re gonna play a game,” he said softly, a strange smile forming on his mouth, “and we’re gonna play it the way I want.”

The headhunter glared up at him, unable to fathom a child being so strange and wicked.

Tomaj gave the chain a tug and took a step closer so that Ba’Gamnan was mere inches from him. He nudged Ba’Gamnan’s jaw with his foot, tilting his head, his expression darkening when the Bangaa turned his head away.

“No. Look at me.”

“I will not,” Ba’Gamnan snarled, earning him a hard kick in the jaw from the dorsal of Tomaj’s foot, causing the reptile’s jaw to chatter.

Defeated for the moment, Ba’Gamnan turned his head and stared up at him with one terrifying eye, but Tomaj was completely unfazed. He moved to sit on the Bangaa’s hard chest, dropping all of his weight onto the headhunter’s lungs at once, knocking the wind from him.

The Bangaa coughed, and Tomaj waited with a bland expression etched into his features. Once his breathing had quieted to a low wheeze, Tomaj reached out and started to tug at the bounty hunter’s lip rings again.

“You are a fiend,” Ba’Gamnan hissed, and Tomaj laughed darkly.

“I’ve heard that one before, and it doesn’t affect me.” The Hume stared at him, excitement springing to life behind his dark eyes. He stood and shifted so that he straddled the Bangaa’s hips, toying patiently with the thick leather belt around his waist. “How does this work?”

Ba’Gamnan considered him, eyeing his hands and listening for changes in his voice to indicate malice. He jerked his head. “Lift the buckler,” he muttered.

“Ah!” Tomaj chirped, tossing the piece of material aside. “That’s a clever device. I never woulda figured that out.”

The Bangaa shifted his head to look at Tomaj from his other eye, unable to determine the young man’s intentions. “What are you up to, boy?” he growled.

“No, no, no!” Tomaj yelled, palming Ba’Gamnan on the muzzle. “I’m in charge, remember? You don’t get to ask questions.”

Involuntary tears stung the headhunter’s eyes, the sort one feels when they’re punched in the nose. After a few seconds of pain he gave a thrash, causing Tomaj to tighten his knees around the Bangaa’s hips. “Remove yourself!”

The Hume looked taken aback. He glared and raised his fist, but suddenly seemed, from the dirty smirk fixing to his lips, to have a better idea. Too late, Ba’Gamnan realized the precariousness of his position, and the boy’s hands making a sudden dive into the Bangaa’s fatigues.

Tomaj’s hands found their mark, and his grin intensified as the Bangaa’s blurry eyes widened in surprise and, the Hume was pleased to note, disturbed gratification. The Hume shifted his weight to accommodate the headhunter’s thickening member. “See?” Tomaj breathed. “I’m not so bad.”

The Bangaa closed his eyes and uttered a soft, throaty groan, and began using his jagged, clawed hands to undo the ropes that bound him so tight. Tomaj didn’t seem to notice; he was far too preoccupied with freeing the bounty hunter’s swelling erection from its rough, material prison.

He’d just about freed his hands. He was working on the last strain of rope when something hot and wet seemed to wrap around his cock and he gasped, jerking his head to the side to look down at the boy. Tomaj had his eyes closed, and skillfully alternated between sucking whorishly on the head and moaning breathily as he slid his tongue along the length.

The Bangaa gave up another groan and he closed his eyes to try to slay the images of Tomaj, but they were already engraved into his mind. The Hume’s soft freckled cheeks flushed with longing, his flawless lips forming that perfect circle around him, and his tongue—

Enough!

And suddenly that final rope broke, and Ba’Gamnan was free. Tomaj pulled back, apprehension replacing the desire in his eyes. The headhunter’s grin was wicked as he sat up, and Tomaj turned to try and run, but he’d forgotten about the chain wound around his arm.

Ba’Gamnan reached to his neck and grabbed the base of the chain, pulling the Hume across the floor to him. Tomaj let out a panicked noise and started to unwind the chain from his arm, but the Bangaa was too quick. He reeled Tomaj in as easy as if he were an ill fated fish.

The headhunter pinned Tomaj’s arms to his side once he was close enough, and gave up an evil laugh. “You know, I’m just as good at playing at this game as you are,” he whispered, his snout close to the side of the Hume’s head. Ba’Gamnan’s red tongue slithered out and traced the rim of the teenager’s ear. Tomaj’s only response was to mewl softly.

Ba’Gamnan released the boy’s arms and crouched slightly, pulling Tomaj’s pants down to his ankles before grabbing his shoulder and turning him hard, forcing him against the railing. The Bangaa reached down and lifted one of Tomaj’s legs under the knee, and glanced up at the boy, his eyes working to focus.

He’s enjoying this. He wants this.

The teen was leaning forward with his legs parted, his arms wrapped around the railing. Ba’Gamnan’s free hand went to Tomaj’s waist and he thrust into the boy without warning, ignoring his agonized shriek. His tanned body trembled in the Bangaa’s hands and despite himself, Ba’Gamnan waited until the boy seemed ready.

He pulled out slowly, snarling somewhere deep in his throat. “More,” Tomaj hissed through gritted teeth, and Ba’Gamnan noted with some sort of twisted amusement that the teen had started to move his hand over his own swollen organ. The Bangaa growled and started to shove into him again and again, the Hume’s moaning growing louder and more frantic with each thrust.

Tomaj came first, arching his back, his muscles contracting around Ba’Gamnan. The Bangaa hissed a few times, giving the teen a few more hard shoves until climax, when he held the boy’s hips tight against him. He pulled out and took a few steps before sitting down, looking a little dazed. Ba’Gamnan couldn’t remember the last time he’d performed at even the slightest sexual level, and it’d felt great.

Tomaj had moved to his knees, still trembling, and searched around in the pockets of his discarded pants for something. One he retrieved it, he crawled into Ba’Gamnan’s lap and reached up to touch his face…and he snapped the golden muzzle around the Bangaa’s snout.

“Gotcha.”