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The small boy huddled under the overturned table in the mess room of the warship, hoping that the fearsome battle was finally over. Always before, the ship had won the engagements it entered, but this time, the boy thought they may not have. He heard people entering the mess and peeked out to see if his master had returned. He had not, the two men standing there were strangers, one, tall and fair, looked almost like a , and the other, with long black and cafe au skin, was, but not of his Pride.

He lay very still, hoping they wouldn't see him and closed his eyes. All of a sudden, a large hand grabbed him by the back of his tunic and lifted him up into the air. With a small squeak of fear, the boy opened his eyes, looking directly into the dark brown orbs of the stranger holding him up.

"Well, what have we here?" a, soft cultured, voice issued from this magnificent man’s mouth. The boy didn't reply, frozen with fear.

", stop scaring him, he's just a child." responded the almost fair man.

"Not just a child, I think, most certainly a slave, seeing he's human.” responded.

"Well, we can't leave him here, bring him along, and get him to medical."

Back on board Andromeda, Trance checked the boy out thoroughly, finding no sign of injury from the recent battle. Disturbed she sought out Dylan in private, not really wanting to share her discovery with the crew yet.

"He won't tell me anything," she confided to Dylan, "not his name, where he's from, or how long he's been on board that ship. But I will tell you this, Dylan, he's been very badly abused."

"How so?" inquired Dylan.

"Well, it’s obvious that he was used sexually, a lot. He shows signs of multiple penetrations and some scarring, but fortunately that’s very minor. Although they didn't spare him from anything, they obviously didn't want him damaged, either. As to his mental state, I can only conjecture at this point. He is definitely traumatized, and trusts no one. I think it would be best if someone could try to reach him, at least until he can learn to trust again. I also think that it has to be you."

"Me! Why?"

"Because you're the Captain, for one. And because you’re male, for another, and also you'd relate better to him than anyone else aboard."

"Why not Harper?" Dylan asked.

"Ha!" Trance replied, "He's too flaky for one, and he doesn't have anywhere near your sensitivity for another."

"OK, OK, I surrender. Bring him to my quarters at the end of the watch and I'll see what I can do."

When Dylan entered his quarters at the end of his watch, the small boy was seated on the floor at the foot of Dylan’s bed. He immediately scrambled to his knees and prostrated himself, face to the floor, unmoving.

Shocked by his subservient behavior, Dylan strode over and, picking the small boy up, said to him, "Don't do that to me!"

"It is the way." the child replied, in a frightened voice.

"Not here, it isn't, and you need never bow to anyone again, as long as I'm around." Dylan answered forcefully. A stab of pity went through Dylan’s heart for the young boy, as he wondered what could have been done to this child, to frighten him so. "Do you have a name?" he asked.

"Kluge" the boy replied, eyes on his feet.

Appalled yet again, Dylan spoke, "Kluge is not a name, it's an insult. Did anyone ever call you anything else?"

"I don't remember." the little boy whispered, barely audible.

"Well, there are a lot of names you could have. Let’s pick one."

As he reeled off a string of names, the boy stopped him and said, "Jimmy, I like that one."

"Done, from now on your name is Jimmy, Jimmy. Good choice, my best friend’s name was Jimmy when I was small like you."

"You were small like me?" the boy asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Oh yeah, I grew a lot."

"Did you ever!" Jimmy replied, looking up and down the length of this veritable giant beside him.

"Give it time and you will too, Jimmy. Speaking of growing, are you hungry, Jimmy?"

"Hunger is for the weak." Jimmy answered, as if reciting a lesson well learned.

Flabbergasted at what this kid had been through in his short little life, Dylan said softly, "I guess that makes all of us weak Jimmy, because I don't know of any living being that doesn't require food, and I, for one, could use some right about now. What would you like?"

"I eat what's available." Jimmy replied proudly.

Knowing he wouldn't change this wounded bird instantly, Dylan gave up and ordered a selection of foods he thought the boy might like and proceeded to get him to take sustenance. He enjoyed watching the little kid try not to wolf down what was probably his first decent meal in a long, long time. After dinner, the boy struggled to keep his eyes from drooping, obviously exhausted from the rigorous day.

"Well, I guess we had better get you to your quarters for some sleep." Dylan suggested.

"NO!" Jimmy resisted stubbornly, "I sleep in the captain’s quarters. It is my place. I have earned it."

The young boy’s hazel eyes were brimming with unshed tears. Wondering just what that meant, Dylan reluctantly agreed. Finding an old t-shirt for the boy to sleep in, Dylan turned to find him naked, having removed the tattered clothing he had arrived in. Jimmy was around six or seven years old, with curly brown hair and a light dusting of freckles across his nose. Although small in his frame, he was sturdily built, with fair skin. His nipples were a pale pink and slightly puffy, and he sported a not so small, uncircumcised penis, probably two to three inches long. He was obviously used to being seen, as he showed no false modesty about standing naked in front of Dylan.

"What's that for?" he asked, pointing at the t-shirt.

"Um, I thought you would wear it to sleep in." Dylan answered.

"Why?" Jimmy asked. "It's not cold in here?"

"No, it isn't, I guess." Dylan didn't know what else to say, confronted by the child’s honesty. The little boy lay down on the floor at the foot of the bed and rested his head on his hands, curled on his side.

"What are you doing down there?” Dylan asked incredulous that this boy expected to sleep on the floor.

"My old master had a mat for me, but I don't see one here." the boy looked as if he were going to be punished for something.

"Look, Jimmy, I am not your master, and if you're going to sleep in my quarters, you'll sleep in the bed with me, is that clear?" Dylan replied, exasperated with himself for not understanding anything about this strange little creature that had invaded his life.

He reached down and, picking Jimmy up in his arms, deposited the waif into his king-sized bed, tucking the covers up around the child’s neck. His heart gave a lurch as he saw the boy’s happiness at being allowed in the large bed. Dylan turned away, and began removing his own clothing, stripping down until he was as bare as the boy was. Secretly, he was relieved that the boy was not shy, as he preferred to sleep nude as well.

Turning around, he walked to the other side of the bed, uncomfortably aware of Jimmy's eyes as the boy looked unashamedly at Dylan's naked body. He crawled under the covers and, reaching over, gave Jimmy a kiss on the forehead before dimming the lights. Turning on his side, facing the boy, he tried to will himself to sleep, unused to having a partner in his bed.

 Jimmy, in his short life, had received more kindness from this one man than he ever remembered, and all in just a few short hours. He couldn't believe that anyone would ever treat him so good. The young boy at that moment gave his heart and soul to Captain Dylan Hunt of the starship Andromeda.

As the night wore on, Dylan and Jimmy gravitated towards each other, as is natural when two people share a bed, and Jimmy found himself clasped in the strong arms of Dylan, held spoon fashion as they slept. During the course of the night, Dylan’s cock erected and insinuated itself between Jimmy's young thighs. Partially awakening, Jimmy absently reached down and caressed the swollen monster, his small hands rubbing the foreskin back over the head, exposing it and allowing Dylan’s pre-cum to lubricate his palms.

Unconsciously, Dylan thrust against the boy, easing the child’s masturbation of his nine-inch wonder. Jimmy squeezed his thighs together, trapping the hot appendage as he continued rubbing its head with both hands. Dylan’s cock leaped in the boy’s hands, and spurted wad after wad of thick white cream into Jimmy’s hands. The young boy lifted them to his mouth and licked off Dylan’s offering, while continuing to hold the massive piece trapped between his legs. Dropping back into sleep he snuggled back into the hairy, muscular chest and arms holding him. Dylan, meanwhile had some of the most erotic dreams of his life.

Like most healthy men, Dylan generally woke with a morning erection. This time though, it was accompanied by the most incredible sensations, somewhat like a warm, wet velvet glove wrapped around its head. Lifting the sheet, he spied Jimmy, his rosebud mouth surrounding the knob, and sucking for all he was worth. Stunned, he pulled the boy off his dick, and as the kid’s mouth slid off, it made almost a popping noise. Drawing Jimmy up alongside him, Dylan saw the boy’s mouth was covered in pre-cum and spit.

"I'm sorry master, did I hurt you with my teeth?" Jimmy asked fearfully.

"Don't call me master, and, no you didn't, Jimmy. That's not why I stopped you. Young boys aren't supposed to do that to adults!"

"But that's how I woke my master every morning. Don't you like it?" Jimmy asked, plaintively.

"Whether I like it or not isn't the point, Jimmy. The point is, it's wrong" Dylan tried to explain to the precocious child.

"But, why, if you like it, and I like it?" Jimmy responded.

"Do you like it, Jimmy?" Dylan asked, curious.

"Oh, yes, it’s almost my favorite thing, next to being fucked." Jimmy answered innocently, his lovely hazel eyes staring into Dylan’s light blue ones.

Flummoxed, Dylan couldn't quite come up with a rejoinder. Obviously this kid had had experiences that were far beyond anything Dylan could conceive as being normal.

"Um, well, these are things that most people don't do until they are grown, Jimmy, and it would probably be best if you didn't talk about them, except to me. At least for now, anyways. How often did you have to do these...things, when you were on the other ship?"

"Well, I woke my master every morning that way, and sometimes some of the crew made me suck them, too, and I usually got fucked at least once a day, sometimes more, depending on whether my master lent me to someone else." Jimmy replied seriously.

"And you enjoyed this?" Dylan queried, softly, holding back a burning rage at the animals who would treat a child so brutally.

"Not at first. It hurt sometimes, until I got stretched enough to enjoy it. But then I really started to like it, as long as they didn't treat me rough." The boy’s casual response to his abuse brought an up welling of pride in Dylan's heart for a young child strong enough to suffer this way and survive without turning into some kind of vegetable or catatonic.

"Listen to me, Jimmy. You don't ever, ever have to do anything like that for me or anyone else as long as you live. Do you understand that? Your body is your own. No-one will ever take advantage of you again, as long as I'm around to stop it!" Dylan's voice quivered to suppress his anger and dismay.

"But I like it, especially with someone like you. You're so big, and handsome, and kind to me." Jimmy replied, almost in tears, fearing this wonderful man would refuse to let him ever show his love for him again.

"In the name of all that’s Holy," Dylan replied, exasperated with the logic of this amazing kid. "How can I explain this to you? Men should do this with women, grown women, not six-year-old boys."

"But I want to!" the boy wailed, tears leaking in earnest from his long-lashed eyes. He clung to Dylan's neck and shoulders, sobbing his little heart out. Dylan could not think of a single thing to say that would alter the boy’s perceptions, so he decided to leave it alone for a while. Caressing the little boy’s naked back, he lay there, comforting the child until his sobs diminished, wondering what the hell he had got involved in.

Picking the boy up, Dylan carried him to the bathing area, and turning on the shower, adjusted it to a comfortable temperature. With Jimmy still clinging to him, he entered the stall, and stooping, set the child on his feet, squatting so they were at eye level.

"Come on soldier, let's see if we can't get cleaned up and have breakfast. We'll sort things out later."

Jimmy beamed at him through tear-flecked lashes and nodded, obviously happy to leave the subject of their conversation behind. Grabbing the soap, Dylan began washing the tiny body in front of him, lathering the soap in his big hands, and applying to the small boy in front of him. As he reached the boys thighs, he encountered a dried crustiness on the boy’s legs, whitish and cracking.

"What's this?" he asked. "Oh, that's from when you came between my legs last night." Jimmy replied innocently, "I tried to lick most of it off, but I guess some must have stuck."

"I WHAT?" Dylan couldn't keep the shock from his voice or his face.

"Well yah, you were pushing your thing between my legs, and I helped you with my hands. I tried to lick it all up but I was tired and I guess I missed some." Jimmy looked towards his feet, ashamed he hadn't fully cleaned up Dylan's cum. His old master would have spanked him for it.

"You masturbated me last night while I was asleep?" Dylan croaked, realizing now why he had had such erotic dreams last night.

"I just helped you. Your big thing was already stuck between my legs and I just played with your knob while you pushed." Jimmy whispered. Dylan groaned to himself.

So much for his vaunted values! He was as guilty as the for taking advantage of this sweet kid.

Looking straight into Dylan's eyes, Jimmy said, "You have a beautiful cock. It’s one of the nicest I've ever seen."

“Well, thanks, I think.” Dylan managed to stammer out, not sure what other response he could possibly make.

"Do you think mine will ever get that big?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm sure I don't know, Jimmy. Everybody is a little different that way. Although judging by the size yours is already, I suspect that won't be anything you have to worry about." Dylan tried to respond as matter-of-factly as he was able.

"My old master said it was big for my size, too. He used to like to play with it, pulling on it and sometimes he even sucked it for me, but I wasn't to tell the crew that."

While Dylan and the boy chatted, his hand had continued washing the boy’s legs, and the object of their discussion had popped up, the pink head poking out of the sheath covering it. Jimmy's penis was about four inches long, erect, and his balls hung loosely in the sac below, promising a pretty nice package to come. Hastily, Dylan spun the boy around and began washing his back and shoulders, not wanting the boy to become any more aroused.

"My old master said I had the most fuckable bum he'd ever seen. Do you think so, too?" The little boy thrust his buttocks towards Dylan, looking over his shoulder to judge the man's response.

"It's a very nice little bum." Dylan replied, dryly.

"But would you like to fuck it?" Jimmy persisted, using his small hands to spread the round little cheeks, thereby allowing Dylan a full view of what was, actually, a most fuckable ass.

"Let's not talk about that just yet, OK, Jimmy?"

"OK." he replied.

"Now, let me wash you." Jimmy picked up the soap, rubbing it in his hands until he had a good lather, then without warning grabbed Dylan's cock in both hands and began stroking it up and down the length, and reaching under, gently fondled his ball sac with one of his slick, soapy hands. Shocked, Dylan reared back, hitting the opposite wall of the shower, which effectively limited him from further movement.

Jimmy continued soaping Dylan's, by now half-erect genitals, while murmuring softly, "My old master used to love it when I washed him in the shower. He said it was easier for me to reach the awkward spots, especially the ones below his waist."

Leaning forward, Jimmy slid a hand under Dylan’s balls and began washing the crease between his buttocks, sensuously running his small hand along the crack of Dylan’s ass. "You're hairy down there, I like that." Jimmy spoke as if to himself, while Dylan, seemingly unable to stop him, watched the young boy stroke and fondle his now ragingly erect sex.

Suddenly, the spell broke, Jimmy looked up and said, "Stand up and turn around, I'll do the backs of your legs now." Without a word, Dylan stood and turned his face, and his aching hardon, to the wall.

The two of them finished showering in relative silence, Jimmy somehow realizing it was best not to say anything, Dylan at a complete loss for words, stunned at how quickly he had responded to the eroticism of this unusual child.

End of Chapter One