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heard the call of duty?”
    Tyler’s pale skin turned pink, especially on his face. “I was being flippant. I’ve never so much as held a gun, not a real one, at any rate.” He looked down at the bed and then up into Blessed’s eyes. “ Call of Duty is a video game. You pretend to fight a war, which, when I think about it, is kind of sick. Turning war into a game just seems sad when real wars hurt people.”
    “But war is how a civilization expands.” Blessed had long wanted to return to active duty, but he was considered too old now. It angered him because he was still in his prime.
    “Not necessarily. There’s trade. A lot of people on my planet don’t make war. They make goods and sell them. It’s better all the way around if you ask me.”
    “Trade? As in goods? But how do you fashion goods if you don’t have slaves?”
    “We have workers, remember? They are paid to do a job.” Tyler grinned, and Blessed discovered that he much more liked this expression on his slave’s face than the one of terror.
    “Ah. Yes. Wage slaves.” Blessed considered that he had come into this room with nothing but sexual conquest on his mind but found himself fascinated by the ideas of an alien culture. “If you do not care for war, how do you earn a powerful name?”
    “We are given our names at birth.”
    Blessed was dumbfounded. “You did nothing to earn it?”
    “Nope. My parents just gave it to me.” Tyler considered Blessed for a long moment. “What’s your name?”
    In a flash he realized he’d been so intent on dominating his new playmate that he hadn’t even introduced himself. “I am Blessed Despair.”
    Tyler’s eyebrows rose. “Really? That’s your name?”
    Concerned that he was being slighted somehow made Blessed expand his chest and flex his arms.
    “Whoa, cowboy. I’m not making fun of you.” Tyler lifted his hand open and out to show Blessed he did not have a weapon. How curious. It must be a custom of his people.
    “What does my name mean to you?”
    “Well, blessed is like something from God. Like, if crops are wilting in the sun, and rain comes, we would call that a blessed event because the rain saved the food. But despair is sad. It’s when all hope is lost. So, put together, it’s like a happy sadness. Or godsent tragedy. It’s cool. Really.”
    Blessed considered this. “On my planet it means that when I come, my kind rejoices and others fall to misery.”
    “Given that you’ve conquered five worlds, that makes sense.”
    “What does your name mean?”
    “Nothing, really. My first name is my father’s middle name, and my last name shows my history, I guess.”
    They were silent for a time.
    “I would like to fuck you now.” Blessed found that he was aroused by talking to this curious creature. “I would like to talk more, but I would like to fuck first.”

Chapter 7
     
    Tyler felt all the breath leave his body in a rush. Just looking at Blessed’s massive cock made his ass hurt. No way would that thing fit inside him. Sure, he’d seen some pretty freaky stuff on the Internet—who hadn’t?—but just because some dude could cram an enormous dildo up his ass didn’t mean Tyler could. And he really didn’t want to find out if one way or another Blessed could make it fit because doing so probably involved a lot of pain.
    “Look, Blessed. I like talking to you, too. And I’m turned on even though I can’t quite understand why, but you are just way too big for me.” Tyler looked down at his cock and then up into his eyes. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you actually have a prick that is too big to fuck.”
    Blessed looked at his cock and up to Tyler. “Turn around.”
    Fear tightened his skin so strongly he literally pulled into the center line of his body to present the smallest possible target. “Please don’t make me do this.”
    Frowning, Blessed tilted his head. “I wish to examine you.”
    Tyler was afraid that if he turned around, Blessed would