Crystal Cage Rebels 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The blast knocked me out cold. When I came to, I was in a strange room with no recollection of how I got there. I remembered getting fucked by Captain Prase, then the explosion, but nothing after that.

“Good, you’re awake. I was worried for a minute there.”

“Who are you?” I asked. I was still naked, still wearing the lockgem, though it appeared my new caretaker had tossed a blanket over me. I pulled it close, covering up as much as I could.

The stranger put his hands in the air. “Easy there,” he said calmly. “The name’s Pete. Pete Tourmaline. You can call me by either name; I don’t mind.”

“I’m Jack Citrine.”

He stepped forward, showing a warm and disarming smile. “I’m the leader of the Crystal Cage Rebels. We fight the empire. Push back against their oppression. Free others from their gemlocks. That sort of stuff.” He shrugged.

I started to ease a little, taking stock of the situation. “So that explosion… that was you guys?”

He nodded. “Rescue operation. We’d been planning it for months.”

“You saved me?”

“Yep.”

“Wait. Then… does that mean you have my gemkey?” I quickly stood up, dropping the blanket and not caring that I was completely exposed to the stranger before me. I thought he’d share in my excitement, but Pete only glanced away.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “There were some… complications. A minor hiccup.”

My heart sank. “What do you mean?”

He turned back towards me. “They were ready for us. I don’t know how, but they knew we were coming. We were only able to pull you out because you were… with the captain.”

“Oh.” My cheeks flushed bright pink. “You saw that?”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “We kind of used it as a distraction. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said quickly. Then I lowered my voice, feeling ashamed. “I… actually enjoyed it,” I muttered.

“You… ahh. I see.” Pete stood a little taller then. In that brief admission, something changed in him. In the way he viewed me. He seemed… excited? Or was I just imagining it?

“Well, not to worry,” he added with a smile. “You’ll be a welcome addition to the crew.”

“Thanks,” I said. I felt a little more at ease having someone normal to talk to for once. No uptight captains telling me to go fuck myself, or gooned out crewmates drooling over themselves. Just a normal guy.

Thinking back to the crew got me stirring. The horniness came rushing back, hitting me like a crashing wave, pressing down on me. My ass still ached from Captain Prase’s fat cock, and unfortunately my lockgem wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. My dick swelled with all its might against the hard crystal, desperate to be free. But the lockgem didn’t so much as budge. It fed off that horny feeling, emitting a soft glow that brightened the room. Pete cast his eyes downward, focusing on that light.

I quickly covered my crotch with both hands, blocking as much light as I could and feeling a burning humiliation in my cheeks.

Pete only chuckled. “Horny?” he asked.

Somehow his laugh put me at ease. He wasn’t mocking me like Captain Prase would have. He was laughing with me. “Yeah,” I said, chuckling a bit myself. “It’s been a crazy couple of weeks.”

“I know how you feel,” he said.

I perked up at that. “You do?”

Pete Tourmaline nodded. “More than you think.” He took a deep breath, then shoved his pants down to reveal a crystal similar to my own. It held a soft glow, not nearly as bright as mine was, but still revealing he was at least a little turned on.

I whistled softly. “How long have you been locked?” I asked.

“It’s not that simple. We’ve got the keys, but we need the energy source. It’s too potent to ignore. So we take shifts. Two weeks at a time. I’m nearly finished with mine; I’ll be out tomorrow at noon.”

“Oh.” I tilted my head, thoughtful. “That’s pretty civil. Why doesn’t the empire do the same?”

Tourmaline let his waistband snap back into place. “Because of the arousal-efficiency curve.”

I stared at him blankly. “The what?”

“Sorry. Engineering talk. In layman’s terms, the longer you’re trapped in a lockgem, the more efficient the energy generation. Our little crew gets by with two-week shifts, but we can’t compete with the empire’s generators. Not without seriously compromising our morals, anyway.”

“Got it. So then my three weeks…”

“Makes you a pretty potent source of energy.” He stepped closer, leaning down and picking up the blanket. He lifted it from the ground, shook it out, then handed it over.

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly. With one hand still covering my crotch, I reached out and grabbed it. Our hands touched for a moment, making my heart skip with excitement. It was an unexpected feeling. We each retracted our hands, and as quickly as it happened the moment had passed.

“No problem,” Pete replied. He glanced away, averting his gaze from my naked body. “Wrap that around yourself. We don’t have a permanent place for you yet, but I’ll bring you to my quarters for now. I can lend you some of my clothes.”

Making sure he was really looking away, I swept the blanket over my shoulders and wrapped it tightly around myself. “Ready,” I said firmly.

Tourmaline’s room was small; definitely not what I expected for an airship captain. I suppose a rebel group on the run didn’t have the same luxuries that an empire fleet did. His room held a few personal belongings, a tiny dresser, and a single twin bed.

“This is home,” he said, waving his hand out towards the room.

“It’s nice,” I managed to say. But despite my internal complaints, it was far nicer than my previous living conditions. At least he had a room to himself, instead of having to eat, sleep, and fuck himself all in the same place, naked day in and day out.

Pete pulled open the top dresser drawer, revealing a few plain pants and shirts. “Take whatever you’d like. Hopefully they’ll fit well enough.” He gave me that warm smile again, making me feel more at home than I had in ages.

“You’re kind. I’m not used to this sort of treatment.” I stepped in beside him, then began fingering through some clothes.

He shrugged. “It’s the least I could do.” He took a breath, then slowly exhaled. He seemed nervous around me. Or was I imagining it? “You said your name was Jack, right? I’m really sorry about the gemkey. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to get you out of that lockgem. You have my word.”

“I-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to respond right now. I know it’s a lot, really. Just get dressed and hang out in here for now, and I’ll grab you some stew and come back in a minute. I’m sure you have questions, and you deserve some answers.”

Before I could say anything else, Pete was out the door. I turned my focus back to his clothes, trying to decide which bland outfit I’d look cutest in. Because in the few minutes I’d spent around the guy, I was already feeling an attraction to him.