Slave

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Authors note:: Edited the disclaimer i hope this edit covers what was requested if not, please let me know. This story is still in work and this is not the complete chapter i am waiting for it to be bettered before i post more. If people dont mind poor spelling and grammar im dyslexic i would be happy to add more. Reviews are welcome, and advice on what i could improve on i dont mind, if you dont like yaoi then you shouldn't be here. I hope you enjoy what has been written so far. Nell-Chan

AN: chapter 1 is now compleat thankyou for being so considerate


Slave

Chapter 1: taken

The night was a cold and over cast one, anyone in their right mind would be in bed at this un earthly hour, save a young man just heading back from work. Long lavender hair fell in sweeping curls that lined his face and fell down to the ground just barely brushing the floor with each step. Dressed in tan slacks and a white shirt, his black tie was loosened up and his tan coat was over his arm as he walked. Jade eyes looked out over the darkness, somehow he felt maybe he shouldn’t have come this way home. A chill in the air made him shudder and pull on his trench coat over his thin shirt. He allowed his hair to stay hidden below the coat to try and keep in the warmth. He didn’t stand very tall, only around 5”6 witch was short for a man. The young man stopped abruptly, he couldn’t get the feeling he was being watched out of his mind. He looked behind him but saw nothing, nothing but darkness, not even a tree beyond the darkness. The trees behind, in front and to each side of him made him feel enclosed in a cage, anyone could be hiding within the darkness. The woods were a haunting reminder of his mistake in coming this way, the show in his lack of sleep. A mistake he would never forget.

Sighing he moved on, thinking it just a fancy of the mind, he was tired he guessed. He felt a sting to the back of his neck, he moved a hand to bat away whatever insect had bitten him. Yet came back with a small dart in his hand, frowning his head started to feel fuzzy. He looked around now quite alarmed he moved quicker in the direction of his home. He felt drugged, he was sluggish and unsteady on his feet. He stumbled several times, but finally managed to get to his home. Only to fall into unconscious at his door, sliding down it. His hand with his keys falling to the ground, near where he lay. A dark figure came over the other and lifted him disappearing into darkness. The only sign he was there where the keys laying on the floor in his absence. Little did he know what horrors would face him now.

The young man stirred, his head hurt, his body ached, and he couldn’t move. He felt like he was tied up. He groaned softly and heard the sound of movements, realizing where ever he was there where others there. He shuddered; it felt cold and damp. He opened his eyes to see several young men tied up and gagged, just like him. All of them where dressed in normal clothing, he looked to his own clothing, it was intact. He looked around, there were several faces mirroring his confused and fearful look.

There was suddenly the sound of something mechanical, cogs turning and clicking in to place. Then the door to the far end of the room opened. Men dressed in some kind of uniform he had never seen moved into the room. The men where all unusual and distinctive in their looks, many were attractive in different ways. All having a golden toned skin and jet black hair, their almond shaped eyes had dark eye colour with ectopic pupils. They moved through the men, pulling up certain men and dragging them out. They didn’t come as far in as to the young man’s sitting place, not seeming to see him. All the young fragile pretty looking boys were taken from that section. Then the door once again sealed closed, there were distressed cries, echoing from behind the door. Then eerie silence followed. The young man looked around at the terrified others, he shifted his knees, his arms where tied but not his legs. He managed to stand and moved further back against the wall, letting his legs come up to his chest. He was scared just like all the others.

A few hours later, the boy had fallen asleep, not wakening to the sound of the door opening, not even the frightened cries of the other prisoners woke him from his drug induced sleep. This time it was guards with another man, one who looked high in status, a gold crown framed his forehead his hair was a silver and gold mix, he wore gold armour upon his person. He looked about the room, looking slightly disappointed and about to leave until he noticed the sleeping form huddled in the darkest corner of the room. Moving through the others, he stopped before the young man, he crouched before the sleeping figure quite taken in by his lavender hair and pale skin. He stuck out in a crowd. Strong hands moved to push the hair from the boys face, to see that his eyebrows and eyelashes where of the same tone, indicating that he was natural lavender.

The man stood, motioning to the guards that he wanted this one. The boy didn’t stir when he was picked up. The drug had a worse effect on him, causing him to fall into sleep again like a lot of the young men here. When the boy next awoke, it was too cold, bitter coldness, he pried his eyes open only to be met by blinding light, and having to clamp them closed again. Someone placed a hand on his chest and he realized his shirt was gone. He shivered at the cold hand, he could hear voices in a language he didn’t understand. Once again feeling a hand on him, but this time there was a sharp prick and the world went into darkness once again.

When he woke next his body felt heavy, he felt tired to the point of exhaustion. His jade eyes opened, to look fuzzily at his surroundings; he was in some kind of room. Certainly not a slaves room, by the way it was lavishly decorated; he was sat on the floor, chained by his ankle to a hook and chain on the floor. His chain was short indicating he wasn’t trusted in this room. And he was to stay put. He heard the sound of food steps outside the room, and the door was suddenly hurled open to reveal the same regal looking man from before. He glanced over to the corner, where the young boy was to see him awake and looking at him.

The man glared, and the boy looked to the floor, his knees coming to his chest as he shivered. The man wasn’t so much glaring at the boy but more at the mess he had been left in. He should have been cleaned thoroughly after vaccinations and chipping but they had left the boy cold, naked and covered in his own blood. The man moved over, his hand moving out to touch the boy, but he flinched away from him, before his hand came in contact.

Frowning, the other drew back to his full 6”4 height, looking down at the frightened young man. He took the chain from the wall that was connected to the boy and tugged it letting him know he wanted the boy to follow him immediately. The boy staggered to his feet, following where he was lead, trying to cover himself as he shivered. The man looked down at the boy, and spoke to him and a stern and commanding voice, his accent almost made it impossible to understand his words.

“What is your name boy”

The boy looked up at the other fearfully, and whimpered his name softly, so anyone with bad hearing would not have heard him at all. It was understandable for him to be fearful, the other understood this.

“Dorian Everlast”

The man looked at Dorian, and pointed to what looked to be a bath, he complied stepping into the cold waters and yelped at the bitter coldness. The other frowned seeming not to understand what the big deal was. He placed his hand in the cold water without so much as a flinch, he soon placed a hand on the others skin, Dorian flinched away from the cold touch, the other turned a tap letting hot water flow into the bath warming the water through.

“I am Kahn”

Kahn turned the water off as soon as he felt it warm enough for Dorian, he took what Dorian guessed to be a sponge and began to scrub him clean. None too gently as his skin was red and tender when the other was done. The water was let out and he was pulled from the bath, given a towel to dry off with but nothing to wear. He was allowed time to dry himself, but Kahn watched his every move. He soon took the towel when he felt Dorian was dry, and pulled the other back into the bedroom, chaining him to the bed and pointing for him to get on the bed. Dorian refused backing up against the wall near the bed.

“you will obey slave, get on the bed now or be punished!”

Dorian had no choice but to obey, he got onto the bed sticking as close to the edge as he could. Kahn moved to the other side of the bed and began to remove his armour and clothing, till his body was bare. His skin was darker than the guards, taking on an almost copper tone as he slipped under the covers he looked at Dorian and frowned; he could not punish the boy as he was on the bed, and he could not tell him off for being scared. After all he had been snatched from his home world, and made into a slave. But Dorian would have to learn because life was just going to get harder. And no amount of prayers would help him.

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Dorian watched the other slip under the covers his chain was pulled by Kahn. Forcing him to slide down on the silk soft sheets. He was pressed down, by a cold hand, Kahn’s eyes gave a no buts look. Telling Dorian he was to behave or face the punishment, Dorian struggled away shoving Kahn’s hand away and scooting off the bed. A defiant look in his jade eyes as he scowled at his captor. Kahn’s eyes seemed to flare up in anger and he moved to sit on the bed reaching for Dorian, only for the lavender haired boy to dodge out of the way.

This move only seemed to infuriate the man, who unashamed of his nakedness, got up and walked over to the boy, who was pressed as far against the wall as he could get. Kahn, grabbed Dorian by his long hair dragging him backwards with his hair. Though he dragged the boy to the door to the left of the room, he didn’t know where this lead, but he would soon find out.

The door opened with a mechanical thunk, the opening revealed a very sanitary room, bright lights where upon the ceilings almost blinding Dorian. He was shoved into the room, but forced face first onto the table in the centre before he had time to react. His hands where clamped to the metal table and also his ankles, forcing him into a uncomfortable crouched position. His back was bared and stretched revealing his entire back to the other. The man took a long tube like object that looked remarkably like a whip handle, without the whip in place. Dorian already disliked this, he had a feeling this was not going to be a good thing. A hum sounded from behind him as Kahn pressed a button on the device and a lazar whip formed, the man smirked and slipped it up so the energy whip was placed against Dorian’s back so he could feel the cold electric sparks the weapon gave off. Kahn spoke with a cold reprimanding tone.

“If you had complied with my commands and laid down you would not be here Dorian, I will not stand for a defiant slave, you will learn your place. Or you will be punished for the rest of your miserable little life. Behave and maybe your life wont be so bad.”

Dorian noticed the whip moved, only to hear a sharp sound, then the pain of the energy whip hitting his skin. It was at a setting so it would hurt, but do not serious damage to Kahn’s new slave, he didn’t want to damage the exquisite beauty he had acquired at there slave collection on the insignificant planet they invaded only having taken strong and beautiful men nothing more. Kahn made 10 more strikes with his whip, listening to the whimpers and sobs coming from his distressed slave before he felt he had punished him enough. Cleaning the small amount of blood from the boys back where the strikes had made small cute he unchained Dorian and dragged the boy off the table watching as he at first crumpled to the floor before receiving a tug from his chain and stumbling to his wobbly and weak knees.

Dorian was made to return to the bed, and his new master pointed to the bed, a silent demand for him to lay down. This time Dorian reluctantly did as he was silently commanded, fearing what another whipping would do to his already painful back, or worse fearing what worse place his master might decide to whip him this time.

Kahn moved and slipped into bed, laying down. His eyes closed as he settled down to sleep, sleep came easily to him. He new his slave wouldn’t do anything disobedient or stupid again tonight. Or he would get the beating of his life. Sleep didn’t come easily for Dorian, he lay awake for hours, staring at the metallic ceiling. Finally taking in his surroundings, the walls ceilings and floors seemed to be made of some kind of metal. There where rugs on the floors, showing designs he had never seen before. There where pictures of a land where there where the sun was black, and the moon gold. Both cycling together, by what he could see, Side by side. Some kinds of structures, buildings maybe, that curved in unorthodox and almost impossible ways. Twisting and turning like rollercoaster along the jagged rocky desert like Sean. He looked around the room more, the fireplace was lit, yet the flames where blue not orange, they made no sound and seemed to give off no heat, Instead they gave off a blistering cold breeze.

Dorian shivered, his teeth chattering at the coldness of the room. The too thin blankets gave him little warmth, from the chill in the room. He turned to look at his peacefully sleeping master in the bed beside him. He worried weather he should wake the other, and try and explain that he was cold. Or should he just submit to the chill and allow his body to shut down into an icy grave. As little a he liked his life right now, he decided it was better to live this brutal new life, than die from the freezing cold. He moved over to place a hand on his master, his hand hesitated mere millimetres from him, but his masters eyes just suddenly opened. Dorian squeaked, in a very unmanly manner. He shrank back, but his master seemed to understand what was wrong. Looking at the slight tinge of blue to his new slaves lips, and the shaking wasn’t just from fear. He reached out grabbing Dorian by the arm, as his slave once again made a very unmanly sounding squeak. Dorian was pulled against a hot body, his cold skin burned from the sudden heat. Kahn settled back down to sleep, not allowing his slave any means of escape from his embrace, and knowing the boy wouldn’t even try, as at least this way he was warm.

Dorian sighed in defeat as he allowed his head to rest against Kahn’s chest his eyes starting to droop closed at the warmth surrounding him lulled to sleep by the steady thrum of Kahn’s heart and the soothing warmth of his body. Dorian fell into a troubled sleep, confused dreams turning to nightmares about what was to come, of more beatings and what his slavery may entail in the future. He lashed out in his sleep managing to thump Kahn in the mouth, growling Kahn opening his eyes to find Dorian thrashing around in his sleep fighting some person within his nightmare, he growled shaking Dorian violently and glared at the boy when he opened his eyes. The first thing Dorian saw was the rage in his masters eyes, then the bruised slowly appearing on his jaw. Dorian realised then that he had lashed out in his sleep. Resulting in the burse on Kahn’s jaw, his master glared before settling down again to sleep, Dorian lied back down his master still holding him in his arms even though the got a slug in the jaw.

“sleep slave tomorrow we will begin your training, then you will understand the meaning of true humiliation.”

Dorian herd his masters words causing a shudder to come from deep within his body. He didn’t like the sound of that one bit, his mind began to spin with the possible things that could be done to him, he feel asleep to those vivid pictures, his dreams once more becoming nightmares where he was bound to a life of servitude and humiliation not so far from what truly would happen.

Morning began to draw near, the room lightened in simulated morning. Dorian was awake staring at the metallic ceiling above him, thinking of all the things left behind on his home planet of Startain. He felt cold and empty like someone had torn every feeling from him and trodden on them, finally his ate was sinking in, he was doomed to live this life as a slave, still he had no clue what kind of slave he would be. He knew not what kind of being Kahn was all he new was his skin was like fire and he didn’t feel the cold.

Slowly depression was beginning to sink in to his mind, he was trapped. Like a rat in a lab, there to be used and abused by beings stronger and far more intelligent than himself. He was nothing here, nothing but a possession to another being, who would toss him away once he bored of him. Dorian new he had to escape and he would at his first chance he would escape and he didn’t care where he would escape to. He would not become a doll to be played with passed from person to person, he wouldn’t let them sully his body willingly he would fight this new fate set out for him in stone.

He felt movement from the body against him and his whole body became tense as a bow string his eyes wide with fear as he listened to the heartbeat of the other speed up to that a of a wakening being, his own heartbeat began to race in his chest feeling as if it would beat out of his chest at any moment.

Kahn, woke to the feeling of unease all around, the sent of fear seemed to linger in the air causing him to glance at his slave who was staring at the ceiling as if it could swallow him up at any moment. Rising from the bed Kahn moved to another room known to be the bathroom and drew a hot bath more for his slaves benefit than his own, his slave would soon learn why the chilly atmosphere in the ship bothered him none when they would arrive on Laken the planet of his race. A planet close to its sun, where the heat was smothering hot but the nights where deathly cold even enough to bother the planets inhabitants enough to heat there homes. Kahn returned to the room moments later to find his slave cowering in the furthest corner f the bed as far away as the chin attached to his collar would allow him to go. He watched Kahn like a trapped animal would watch a predator moving in for the kill, shear fear was in his jade eyes.

Dorian wanted to go home, he hated it here he hated every moment he had to spend with this man, but he feared remaining here too. With this cruel thing that wanted him on a collar, and chain like some animal to be tamed. Kahn looked at Dorian seeing the look in the mans eyes deep within the swirling jade depths, the hatred and defiance hidden within those sparkling jade jewels.

That fear and hate mixed look made the larger man smirk in amusement to think, his fragile little pet was so angry yet so quiet and withdrawn at the same time, he would enjoy taming this one and braking through the layers to the true being behind the defensive shell. Oh he was beginning to like this mystery beauty, this young man was a mystery he was most definitely going to solve.

Well he would soon be solving this one, as he wasn’t going to spend his life making this pet yield, maybe he would gift him as an untamed pet. His king always had liked disobedient pets, and the man was one very sadistic man. Smirking he thought to himself as he watched the young man. It was such a rare treasure to find one of the ancient dieing races mingled into the human race on startain such a prize wasn’t to be sold to some nobody, no this was a gift worthy of the king and that was what the boy would be. Startanian’s where incredibly rare there only being 3 pure bloods known to remain in existence. There almost god like power was very sought after, but this child wouldn’t know about the power he held if he had grown up to believe he was but a mere mortal human.

Kahn wondered if the boy had ever got curious about why he never really got life threatening illnesses or contracted contagious diseases. Sure he new that the Startanian race could contract the common cold but other than that they seemed immune to everything else. He looked up at the metal dresser and read the strange symbols on it. It would be time to land soon, he would have to get the boy appropriately dressed.

The ship shuddered a little tell tail signs it was entering the planets atmosphere, causing Dorian to stumble from the bed and on the floor, his captor turning to look at him as he glared right back at the man, so much hate in his jade cats eyes that if looks could kill the man would have been brutally killed. Dorian looked away as he allowed his hair to cover most of his nude body, the lavender locks shimmering in the dim light.

There came a jerk in the ship then stillness, indicating they had arrived in the destination. Kahn smiled and walked to the dresser opening the draw he took out some items and a long cloth of some kind draping it over his arm, he approached Dorian. Dorian took on a look of pure horror when he recognised one of the items in the mans hands, a collar and he was sure it had a chain connected to it, there was also a set of shekels for both hands and feet. He shrank back against the bed, as he tried to get as far away from Kahn as possible.

Dorian struggled and lashed out as Kahn tried to get the collar and shackles on him, to the point Dorian bit him causing Kahn to snarl and draw back cradling his arm that had been bitten. Kahn moved out of the room returning with the laser whip again he adjusted the handle and the whip appeared to look like many squirming snakes shooting out fast it wrapped about Dorian tying him down so that Kahn could continue his work.

He snapped the collar in place the metal object tightening around Dorian’s neck to fit tight yet commutable, the collar was may to also be a punishment instrument to make a defiant pet or slave obedient the collar having microscopic pins on the inside that gave off a strong but short electric shock to the other causing paralysis in the pet and pain. This often worked as a deterrent on more fragile pets but the stubborn ones tended to remain disobedient often having t have the time period of the shocks to be changed to a more length period. This collar had already been adjusted in such a way as Kahn had found out the pet was disobedient the night before and had ordered the collar to be adjusted and placed in the dresser for there arrival.

He snapped on the shackles as well the chains where removable and like the collar the shackles where also decorative and had the same purpose they could be used as a punishment device. Lastly he placed on the skirt like object to cover Dorian’s modesty, the shear fabric left nothing to the imagination and only a darkening in the fabric at the top gave Dorian any privacy at all the slits up the side only stopped an inch from the top to allow the garment to remain in one peace. The garment was in a pail lavender not that much lighter than his own hair.

Next Kahn moved to the dresser taking up a brush he began to brush through Dorian’s now tangled locks working till the brush glided through the floor length hair and moving to pull it up into and elaborate design upon the top of his head in man braids also leaving some of his hear to fall and brush his waist from the half length braids. Lastly a slave band was applied to his forehead a slender silver ring circling his head with a single ruby gem dropping from the centre to indicate he wasn’t for sale.

Pulling the disobedient pet up he pressed a button on the whips handle and the restriction strands disappeared from Dorian leavening no marks on his skin. He dragged Dorian out of the room the boy finally getting a look at the inertia of the craft, it all seemed so sterile as if putting colour in it would be something hideous.

With a yelp he was yanked out of his ponderings falling to the floor, Khan looked down at him in disgust. As he yanked him back up again and dragged down the corridors, till he was dragged out onto a scorching landscape, the first experience of the heat almost made him faint, he was over whelmed by the heat and he swayed but he was grabbed by Kahn and dragged deeper into the planet spending no more than a few moments in the heat before he was pulled into a cold building the air conditioning cooling the structure to almost freezing, causing Dorian to shiver, he new he would never grow used to this temperature.

Just then a cape was pulled round him, and the hood raised to cover his face. The fabric was warm, and kept the cold away. He was almost dragged through winding halls, and through doorways. He was tossed into some kind of room, his eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness: But he new this room had other occupants in it. For he could hear whimpers, and sobs form several areas, distinctly feminine sobs. Guessing he was in the room with females wasn’t hard, he remained where he had fallen when shoved into the room. He didn’t need to check he new the door had been locked.

Shifting he sat more combatable on the floor it was hard when his hands and feet where both chained the restraints where tight but not incredibly uncomfortable, they where bearable. He sighed, wondering what his fate was to be now, the male who had been taking care of him, hadn’t tried in any way to penetrate him or use him for pleasures yet he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that, that was what he was here for, to become a pleasure slave. He didn’t like the idea that others where going to use his body: and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let them.

He shifted to stand but as he did the door opening blinding him with the light causing him to bring one of his shackled arms up to his face, and also allowing a glimpse of several females being dragged out of the room before he was once plunged into darkness. Now though the room was silent, eerily so he didn’t like this. He looked around only being able to make out the faint shapes of furniture in the room but no people, now he realised he was alone in the room.

Standing he moved slowly over to what seemed to be the corner of the room and allowed himself to slide down the wall and huddle there pulling his knees up to his chest folding his arms onto them and resting his head on his arms and trying to get a little sleep though he would sleep deeply his body wouldn’t allow him to, always wanting him to be alert and on guard.

He didn’t know when he had fallen so deeply asleep but the next thing he new he was waking to hands holding him down as he felt a sharp opject pushed into his skin he recognised as some kind of needle, he struggled against the hold only to receive someone tightening the hold on his through and the sensation of something being injected into his body.

His mind began to spin and float as if in a dream, he felt his body going lax and his eyes attempting to close, but his body refused to pass out he fought to stay awake though the room was still dark he couldn’t see, but he was cold, witch made him realise the cape had been removed, the hands pining him where warm, and he whimpered reluctantly when they left him to feel the bite of the chilling cold in the room. He herd a door open and slide closed somewhere in the room before he once again was lost to the darkness of his mind.

When Dorian woke again it was to blinding light causing him to clamp his eyes closed against the bright light, his body felt heavy as if he was weighed down with chains with steal weights attached. He didn’t feel cold though witch he was thankful for. But the blinding light was no better than blistering cold.
His eyes hurt even though he had them closed as the light was too bight for his sensitive eyes. He whimpered pitifully as he tried to turn his head away but it felt so heady he hurt all over it was like he had been drained of all his strength. Finally the light seemed to dim, and he opened his eyes weakly to look hazily around at his surroundings finding the bright light to have been the sun through what looked to be a stained glass window.

Now he noticed his back hurt and his ankles and wrist ached as if something had ripped them open, he ears felt like they had been stabbed too deep with a Q-tip. He tried to sit up but failed. Managing to lift one hand he went to rub his eyes only to stare in disbelief as at each side of his wrist where 4 small wings they look like delicate white ornaments until they moved on there own sending strange feelings down his fingers, all he could do was stare.

He sat staring at his hand for what seemed like hours before the man who had brought him here came into view, he had a smirk on his lips as he took Dorian’s hand caressing the wings and noting how they contrasted with the gold armlets that had once had the chains attached to them but now where not attached to anything. Kahn parted his lips and began to speak to Dorian.

“when I first saw you, I thought you where nothing but a pretty human. Then I noticed some traits. Your eyes are an unusual shade and your pupils are entopic like a cats eyes, they are a trait held by a race called an Startanian, the only known race to have entopic pupils and such brightly colour eyes. Also your pupils happen to be gold and glow in the dark. You my dear are not human. The injection we gave you is made for making you body show its true looks, and it worked wonderfully, yet your wings they do intrigued me. Gold with silver tips, I never new that an Startanian had duel toned wings like this. You will make a fine gift for the king.”

Kahn smirked as he allowed Dorian to take all of this in. But the stubborn man glared at his captor and spoke.

“I’ll never be some snobby pricks play thing, I’ll never obey you or anyone, you hear you never brake me!”

Kahn laughed and leaned into Dorian speaking into the young mans ear.

“oh but you will be his pet and you will bare him hairs like a good little pet, because the more you defy him the more he will like and want you. This is your life now Dorian weather you like it or not. I will return for you later my pretty little slave, you shall meet the king today, at his birthday, you are to be presented as his birthday present so please make yourself comfortable, you cant escape the palace no matter how much you think you can, we know where you are. We always will my dear little angel.”



[[to be continued]]

AN:thank you for the reviews so far, and to ammeh about your review:: I am English says so on my profile. I'm just dyslexic look it up dyslexia causes poor spelling and grammar in some people.

AN: to tamingriki::I will take your advice into consideration, slave is on the back burner to my acual novel, thus is why it takes longer before i update than most, but at least i up date more than most.

AN:: I also still have a lot on my mind the resent berevement in my family had cause an insperational block so bare with me, and to those of you who have made a tiny charictor name mistake the charictors name is DORIAN!! lol

AN:: its me again! lol I'm starting on wrighting the next chapter slavery so keep an eye on this fanfic it should be up within the next two weeks hopefully keep your fingers crossed for me that i dont lose my insperation