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memories of what he’d been through.

    “Easy. I’m here.” Drekk put the clothing aside and knelt between Ryen’s spread legs, understanding in his eyes. “Tell me.”
    Ryen saw a face that knew what his life had been like. Compassion and acceptance lent him the strength to share what had only been his private suffering.
    “Synster hated me. For no reason I could ever understand, he pushed me harder than the others. Even as an adolescent, I was beaten for minor infractions. I never did anything right enough for him. He taught me to hate before I learned how to love my sisters.” Ryen would never forgive him for that. For all the negative bullshit he struggled with on a daily basis. “When I outgrew him, he set the AI’s on me.” Constant battles with artificial intelligence machines that nearly bled him out. Several near death experiences. And one instance where Ryen did in fact die, where he saw countless star systems and the vague impression of a soothing presence just out of reach.
    “Maybe he envied your strength,” Drekk offered in the sudden quiet. “As I recall, my own Handlers were weak. The scientists of Eyra are a puny lot.”
    “Yeah, they are.” Were. Ryen eased at the reminder that Synster was no more. His sister’s new mate had seen to that. “The bastard got off on watching the AI’s beat me bloody. Enduring the beatings stirred my hungers. For what I was never really sure, but Synster filled that void with sex. The pervert would order me to fuck while the nanites fixed me. Painful pleasure. And each time the desire grew, until one woman wouldn’t satisfy. I needed two, then three. Many at the same damned time.”
    “When you were alone? What did you feel then? The same need for many to sate you?”
    “All I wanted was space alone, time to ‘be’ without an audience. But I was never alone.” Ryen couldn’t look away when Drekk began stroking himself. Talk of Synster didn’t matter as much as watching Drekk.
    “Never.” Ryen swallowed. “Never given any privacy from my Handler or the guards. They would make me want, so fucking bad. They took women in front of me, aroused me, then left me there. I wasn’t allowed the same pleasure. I’m still fuzzy on the details, but I found the notion of masturbating distasteful. My frustration turned to rage, and it built until I could think of nothing but killing. Synster used that energy to experiment. I’d meet greater and greater tasks, almost impossible tests that I didn’t fail. Yet instead of taking pride in his successes, Synster tried harder to defeat me. The bastard would assign me more killing until I came to crave it. I couldn’t stop myself. The destruction...”
    Ryen didn’t want to think about it anymore. He wanted to be here, in the now. The memories were dragging him under. Fury rose once more, tempered by the mesmerising stroke of Drekk’s hand. Pleasure and pain, he reminded himself.
    “Cuff, release right wrist.” Drekk ordered in a quiet voice. “Synster’s gone now. Your Creator is dead as well. You’re free to take pleasure. So pleasure yourself.”
    “I can’t.” An automatic reply that alarmed him. Another damned instance of his conditioning. So much for being free.
    As much as he wanted to vent his frustration, he couldn’t tear his gaze from Drekk’s arousal. Desire began to replace his anger as he listened to the rasping breaths of his sexy ‘master’.
    “You can. When you watched those women, when you felt arousal, you could do nothing about it. But now, you can.” Drekk’s hand moved faster. “Touch yourself, Ryen. Do what I do.” He leaned forward and took Ryen’s free hand. Placing it over Ryen’s groin, he said thickly, “Take that fat cock in your hand and grip it hard. Up and down, like this.” Enthralled, Ryen mirrored Drekk’s actions. As if he were the one holding Drekk. The scent of sex and desire flooded the room, eroding any need to distance himself from such physical