Outcasts: Beginnings: Outcasts, #1

Outcasts: Beginnings

Outcasts, Volume 1

Robin Tennant

Published by Robin Tennant, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

OUTCASTS: BEGINNINGS

First edition. February 1, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Robin Tennant.

Written by Robin Tennant.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Outcasts: Beginnings

About the Author

Chapter One

Remalin!

Rem groaned and rolled over, grabbing his video phone from the nightstand before his boss, Zero, could give himself an aneurysm with all his yelling. He’d only barely gotten to bed, his body ached from the lack of rest, and he felt the first edge of a pounding headache coming on. Rem really didn’t need to be yelled at on top of it. I'm awake. What?

Zero looked annoyed with even having to wait a few seconds for him to wake up. It wasn't even four AM. A contract has come up and I'm giving you first dibs.

Rem wished Zero had just skipped over him entirely. It would have saved them both the trouble. I literally just got back. Less than five hours ago. And you want me to take on another client? Zero, seriously, no.

He was about to hang up on Zero when he spoke again. Not even for a million credits and a chance to see what's at the edge of the universe?

Now he had Rem's attention. He quickly sat up and pulled the sheet around his waist. He was a whore, but that didn't mean his boss could get a free peek. No one pays that much. What kind of a contract are they looking for?

Zero smiled at him. He probably thought he had Rem cornered, but even though Rem was interested, that didn't mean he wouldn't turn Zero down the second the contract felt off. Cargo runners will pay that much, especially if you're to be theirs for a month and they're paying for your silence. It's only a ship of four. They'll be passing by your station tomorrow and they'd be coming right back that way in thirty days on their return to Trillian Prime. Think about it. A million credits and all you'd have to do is keep four aliens entertained for a month. You'd even get your own quarters.

Rem's hesitation was wearing down. He'd done more for a lot less, and it wasn't like he had any long-term commitments on the station that he couldn't be away from for a month. What are these aliens into? You know I'm not doing anything that permanently harms me. Though, with how good medicine was, that wasn't saying a whole lot.

Pretty sure they just want to fuck someone when they get bored of trailing around space. They need to pick up a cargo way out there and they've got a few stops to make before and on their way back. If you're delayed at all, they said you'd get paid five thousand credits for each day they have you over thirty, to be paid automatically into your account.

It was a good deal, and he knew many of the other whores Zero employed wouldn't want it for one reason or another. Most of them had families or jobs outside of what they did for Zero, but Rem wasn't like that. He'd been born into this life and he'd been trained in it from the moment he was legally able to enter another's bed. I'll take it. Tell them to meet me on the second shuttle level. I'll be dressed and ready to go tomorrow morning.

Zero smiled, showing his yellow fangs. Good. You get half now, half when they drop you back off. That doesn't include the daily charge if they run behind. That's a separate contract. I'll send you the contracts and you can sign with your fingerprint as usual.

Rem nodded and turned the video off. He'd look at the contracts later, when he'd had some more sleep. For now he just wanted to rest and catch up a bit on his time on the station before he was scheduled to ship out again.

Rem was ready the next morning. He was dressed simply in a thin shirt and light pants, though he did have his jacket slung over his arm. He had only packed a few things. He didn't anticipate needing much. Certainly he wouldn't need a lot of clothes while he was with the aliens. He stood at the shuttle bay, waiting for the aliens to come get him. The first half of the money was already in his account, and he had the time to spend, as well as the energy, getting the second half.

The shuttle docked and once the airlock had been secured, the hatch was opened. Rem cocked his head to the side, studying the first alien he was being paid to entertain.

Ellam, the man introduced himself. He didn't offer his hand and Rem knew better than to do that as well. Many aliens didn't believe in touching with their introductions and he didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with his new clients before even leaving his station.

Rem. Or Remalin if you prefer. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and Ellam motioned him forward. He’d expected to be looked over but was surprised when Ellam touch his cheek. Rem held still for Ellam's inspection. Are you the captain?

Ellam shook his head, then he moved his hand down to Rem's throat, where he felt the barest touch of Ellam's claws against his skin. The sensation made him shiver.

He brought his hand back to Rem's face, cupping his chin and forcing him to keep eye contact. Rem didn't blink. He didn't shy away either. If this was a challenge, he was up for it. He liked being sized up by this man. Rem also liked when Ellam ran his thumb over his bottom lip, his claw grazing the sensitive skin.

You have such soft skin. I thought humans were tougher. Do we have to be careful with you? Ellam almost sounded worried.

Rem didn't pull away. Instead he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue over Ellam's finger in a clear invitation. That depends on what you want to do to me, Rem said when he was done teasing him. Ellam's gaze had gone dark. Rem knew he was interested. We humans don't break that easily.

Abruptly Ellam let go of his face, moving his hand to Rem's arm. He was rushed onto a shuttle. Ellam didn't drag him, but Rem had the feeling that if he hadn't wanted to go with Ellam, there was little he could have done to stop him. Ellam was a lot bigger and stronger than the clients he was used to dealing with.

Rem didn't mind the hint of danger though, or even the threat of it. He was excited to see what was out there at the edge of the universe, and he wanted to know what a month with Ellam and the rest of the crew would be like. His heart raced at just the thought of it. Ellam was already acting possessive, and that was something that turned Rem on a lot.

What's your ship called? Rem asked once he'd strapped himself into a seat on the shuttle. There were two seats in the back and two up front for the pilots.

"Illamorta, it means—"

It means black wolf in Pescalan, or dark sky in Villinan. Rem didn't often interrupt his clients, but he couldn't help showing off a little sometimes either.

Ellam looked back at him with clear appreciation in his gaze. You speak other languages?

Everyone used universal translators imbedded in their ear canals so there was very little reason that anyone would still know how to speak any language other than their own, but Rem had enjoyed the challenge of learning them all the same.

Ellam was leaving the station and Rem really should have stayed buckled up, but he couldn't resist getting out of his seat and going over to lean against the back of Ellam's chair. I do. What language would you like me to ask you to fuck me in tonight? He kept his voice soft, but he'd made sure to put plenty of heat in it too. He knew his job, and what his role on the ship was. There was no use in pretending otherwise. He wanted this. A month of travelling, getting paid more credits than he knew what to do with, and getting to explore sex with new species was what he lived for.

Ellam reached back for him and Rem came forward to slide over his lap. You will not ask, Ellam said as he grabbed Rem's ass and sank the tips of his claws into him. You will beg.

The bit of pain worked for him in a big way and Rem rubbed himself against Ellam's cock. He kept rubbing, edging himself closer, until he realized Ellam had two cocks rubbing against him. They were barely away from the station as Rem undid Ellam's pants and slid his hands in, gripping first Ellam's larger, primary cock and then his second one. It was about half the size and just below the first.

A lot of species had extra appendages that did them no good. Like wisdom teeth in humans. But when he ran his fingers over Ellam's smaller cock, Ellam shook below him.

Have you ever fucked someone with both of your cocks at once? Rem asked. He kept his pace steady on Ellam's smaller dick, holding him there in a state of trembling pleasure, but giving him no more than just enough to keep him there.

That’s not something you need to know right now, Ellam said.

He leaned forward and kissed the hollow of Ellam's neck. Ellam kneaded his ass, showing his insistence, but he didn't move to strip him bare. Rem wasn't sure why not. He wasn't used to people taking their time with him. After a bit of kissing or groping his clients normally had him on a bed or against a wall. Something. But Ellam seemed to want him to do it all. Not that Rem minded in the least. He stroked Ellam's small, sensitive cock and smiled at the heat building in him as well. He wanted to go down on him, to use his mouth on Ellam's cock and stroke his other. He could take either of them into his mouth easily, but the small space in the front of the shuttle didn't allow him to do much more than jack Ellam off as he leaned against him and got needier by the second.

Rem rubbed himself through his pants. He wanted to cum too, especially as Ellam kissed him, taking only seconds to shove his tongue between Rem's lips. Ellam pushed him back, pinning him against the dash.

How long until we get there? Rem asked as Ellam moved over him. He didn't mind being held down at all, not when he got Ellam's teeth on his ear and his claws on his sides. He just hoped they had enough time to finish their fun.

Less than an hour.

They'd have to hurry then. Rem got to stroking him in earnest,