Crystal Cage Rebels 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I woke up lying naked in Pete’s arms. We were both naked, in fact, having eventually fallen asleep after a wild night of what I could only describe as extreme foreplay. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more that could be done with both of us wearing lockgems.

“Good morning,” he muttered sleepily, kissing me gently on the forehead.

“Morning,” I replied cheerfully.

“Last night was fun.”

“That’s an understatement,” I said with a chuckle. I was nuzzled up to him, feeling incredibly secure in his arms.

One of Tourmaline’s hands began traveling downward, creeping along until it came to a rest on my caged dick. “Mmm,” he hummed in my ear. “I’ve never been this horny before.” He chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

I smiled up at him. “Guess I’m good at what I do,” I flirted. “At least you get out today. That’s something to look forward to!”

“I know. I can’t wait to bust a fat nut. It’s gonna feel so fucking good, you have no idea.” He glanced down at me, still smiling, then immediately realized what he’d just said. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, Jack. I wasn’t thinking, I just-”

“It’s alright,” I said. And it was. Sure, I wasn’t super pleased that there was essentially no way out of my lockgem for the immediate future. But at least I found someone like Pete to spend my time with. That would have to be enough.

“Why don’t you come with me to the mechanic?” Pete asked. “He won’t be able to get your lockgem off, but he can at least take a look. And maybe after I get mine off, we can… celebrate.” He gave my caged dick a squeeze before dropping it, then he traced his fingers along my side. 

“That would be lovely,” I replied. I turned my neck to kiss him, then climbed out of bed to search for some clothes to wear.

We had a relaxing morning, eating breakfast in his room and getting to know each other a little better. Pete said I’d get to meet the rest of the crew in time, but he wanted to start me off with the mechanic. So we stayed in his room until about 11, then made our way down to the boiler room.

Boiler room was a bit of an antiquated name; traditional boilers hadn’t been used in centuries, but people kept the name anyway. In modern airships, a boiler room was typically outfitted with the ship’s energy harvesters, which drew power from the crew’s lockgems and stored it for later use. This ship’s boiler room had several of them, along with a huge bench flooded with all kinds of unrecognizable tools. Hunched over the bench was an unruly looking guy, probably somewhere in his fifties.

“Jack, I want you to meet Greg Carnelian. Greg, this is Jack Citrine. Former worker on Prase’s fleet, newest member of our crew.”

Carnelian spat to the side, a look of disgust on his face. “Damn that Prase. We’ll get that fucker next time, sure as shit.” He extended his hand to me. “Citrine, was it? Pleasure to meet you.”

I took his hand and shook it, confused by the reaction. “You as well. You know Prase?” I asked.

“Know him? Used to work with the bastard! Then he went and kissed the emperor’s ass, and look where it got him. Captain of a fancy ship, trapping a bunch o’ sorry men and converting them into traveling power plants.” He shook his head. “Well, what can I do fer ya both? Cap, you ain’t supposed to be out for another hour, you know.”

Pete gave me a look that said ‘sorry, he’s always like this,’ then turned to the mechanic. “I know, I know,” he replied. “I’ve got something else for you to work on first. See, Jack here’s got an empire lockgem on him. No key, unfortunately. We weren’t able to steal it when we rescued him.”

Carnelian whistled softly. “Tough break there, Citrine. Well, let me get a look at it.” The man squatted down in front of me, apparently waiting for me to pull my pants down for him.

My cheeks immediately turned red. I looked to Pete for help.

“On with it, now! I ain’t got all day, you know! And don’t be looking to yer boyfriend for approval. Do some thinkin’ fer yerself.”

“How did you-” I began.

“You think I ain’t know what goes on around this ship? Tourmaline here might be her captain, but I’m her caretaker. I know a squeaky bed from a roaring engine.”

This time it was Pete who flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t know you knew,” he said softly. Then he stood a little taller. “I’d appreciate it if you kept this between us, Carnelian.”

“Aye, Cap’n. You’ve got my word. Now get yer boy to show me his lockgem before I throw him overboard!”

Pete nodded, so I nervously dropped my pants to the ground. Strange, how I’d regained some sense of humility in such a short time. A few days ago, I had no clothes to call my own. Now, I felt embarrassed to strip in front of a single person.

The mechanic inspected it for a moment, lifting it up for a closer look. Then he ran off to his work bench.

“Looks to be standard issue,” he called over his shoulder. “I won’t be able to free you, though you probably knew that already. I’ll do some tinkering and see what I can manage.”

“Thanks,” I mouthed to Pete. He stood off to the side, waiting patiently despite having a ship to run. He’d spent so much time with me yesterday, but I had to remind myself that he was also the rebels’ captain.

He gave me a thumbs up, reassuring me.

A moment later, Carnelian returned with all sorts of tools and gadgets. He dropped the bundle to the ground in front of me, then started running some tests.

After nearly and hour of measurements, tinkering, and muttering to himself, Carnelian stood back and put his hands on his hips. “Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“The good news is, I managed to get you synced with our ship. Now any power you generate goes directly to us instead of the empire ship.”

“Wait, that’s possible?”

“Yep. Even over this range, your output was still sending power to Prase’s airship. Barely, but you were still connected. Which brings me to the bad news.”

“He’s traceable,” Pete interjected.

“Afraid so. Seems like the empire can track your boy with that lockgem, regardless of what tinkering I do.”

”Fuck.”

“Whoah whoah whoah, what are you guys talking about?” I asked.

The two of them ignored me. From what I could tell, this was bad. Like, really bad.

“What’s the plan, Captain?” he asked.

“Can we outrun them?“

“For a few days at most. Might have to leave the poor lad behind.”

“No! We’re not doing that.”

“Pete,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. I caught a look from Carnelian, but I didn’t care. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me already. But I don’t want to endanger your crew. You have bigger goals than this.”

“I- Wait a minute. That’s it!” He suddenly appeared energized and hopeful. “We can use this. We’ll lay a trap, then pounce on them!”

“Cap, we’re not ready for another raid. Not after how the last one went.”

“No, you’re right… but we have to take advantage of this somehow.”

“I can go back,” I said quietly.

Both heads turned to me.

“If it helps the rebels, I’m in. Just tell me what you need.”

Carnelian looked from me to Pete, then shrugged. “It could help to have someone on the inside.”

Pete ran his hands through his hair. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. “I’ll go with you, then. I can’t ask you to do this alone. Carnelian, you can track him back, can’t you?”

“Of course I can. What, you think I’m just some second rate mechanic?”

“Good. Then for now, we keep course. We’ll talk more over the next day or so, then go from there.” Pete turned to go, then paused. He looked a little embarrassed. “One more thing. Is it time to unlock me yet?”

The mechanic laughed. “Five minutes overdue. Come here.”

I watched, both jealous and turned on as I got my first glimpse of Captain Tourmaline’s cock. The mechanic used the gemkey to remove the lockgem, freeing Pete. His dick was fully hard before the thing was all the way off, stirring up more laughs from Carnelian.

“I’ve never seen you so horny, Cap! You and your boy enjoy yourselves now. We’ll sort out a plan soon enough.”

Pete blushed. “Between us, Carnelian. Don’t forget it.”

“Copy that, Sir.”

Pete looked toward me. “Come on. We’ve got some business to take care of.” He grinned, barely able to hide the boner in his pants.