Slate

This story is mostly done. It'll probably be around 4 chapters and I'll be done uploading it in a week or so.

Ardent was not a cruel man. He was not an overly kind or compassionate man, but he had always considered himself to be a decent sort.

On this stupid planet, he felt like the fucking Dalai Lama.

Two bodies were brought to him on a chain. The slaver smiled a sick smile at him. He was a member of the Dominant species on this godforsaken planet. And the two on the chain were the subordinate species.

The damn planet only had one port accessible to space docking, and it was in the middle of the damn desert, because violent storms covered the rest of the planet with unpredictable fury.

The people of this planet were shorter and deviously smart businessmen. They lived in the damp, cool climates of Anywhere But Where He Was Now. He was smack dab in the middle of a scorched ring around the equator. The subordinate species lived there. There were many that were free and lived off the desert but many that were not, whose prime purpose was to get important Dominants across the vast scorched expanse.

The subordinates were called Sol. They were tall and lanky, with heavy muscle mass and dark, slate to terra cotta colored skin. They were not as intelligent as the Dominant Eucla, but not stupid either.

It was a human rights nightmare trying to get this fucking planet into the union. They treated the Sol worse than humans had ever managed to treat each other. Most were shocked and put off, but the Eucla had managed to mine over half the viable resources in this sector, and it was becoming clear that not doing business with them was not an option.

The two slaves were released from the chain. Ardent didn't like that they had needed to be chained at all, since they were supposed to guard him across the desert. They were adorned in what looked like shrapnel and leather scraps fashioned into armor and bondage gear. The only cloth they wore covered their groins. Black tape had been applied to their nipples in absolutely obscene little X's. The woman and man both had heavy eye makeup on. She was a gray slate color and he was the color of burnt rocks.

“They gots minds that match up with the poles, you see?” the slaver smirked, “They can walk straight across the desert like they're followin a road or summat. He'll be drivin', don't worry, he's trained. It's damn near impossible not to break down half way, cuz of the sand, but there are outposts and you got supplies in back. She can prolly fix wheatever's not too bad and limp ya all the way across, so don't rough her up too bad.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Ardent. Ardent's stomach churned.

So a trained mechanic. And he could very well bend her over the jeep right now and rip her apart if he wished. Not that he wished to. The fine example of musculature next to her, perhaps. But he would abstain.


They had tried building roads. And trains. And Subterranean transport. And using planes. Everything. But the sands changed, and the only surefire way across was with a bucket of luck and a jeep.

He had money. People with money shouldn't have to sit in a blazing hot dune buggy for three days with SLAVES driving him off to who knows where just to make a goodwill business gesture. He should have been able to pay MORE, and get something NICER.

But apparently these were the nicest slaves. The man was covered in blades and loaded a bazooka into the back, and the woman was a world-class mechanic, and was very beautiful. Not that the male slave wasn't beautiful. The Sol men were quite beautiful. They had delicate bones shaped in hazardously sharp and jutting features. But delicate none the less. Their eyes were both a milky pink, and where their eyes should have been white they were a swirling purpled black.

They stared with unnerving intensity.

AND these ones spoke English. And the jeep was new. All this had cost him, and he still wanted to pay more. He would have to cover himself in cloths to save his skin and lungs from the sand. Apparently the Sol were immune to it. He wouldn't even be able to see where they were going. He had to entirely trust these two slaves who, from the looks of their wire-thin and heavily scarred bodies, shouldn't be the nicest people.

“Well, good luck. I'm sure you'll make it across in record time.” The skeezy slaver slinked back into his hut.

Ardent sighed.

“Sir.” He turned to the male slave as he was addressed, “Do you require to be serviced before we depart? I ask that you use my body in place of hers. She was visited last night and needs a little time to recover.”

The Sol was taller than him. His lanky torso rippled with whipcord muscles, and his arms were almost too large, too iron strong. His mouth was beautiful, an arched cupid's bow now in less of a frown than it had been previously, set in that cut, square jaw.

Back on earth this was just his type. Athletes. Dark skinned men with pride whom he would woo and coerce into falling beneath him. He had looks, money, personality, he didn't need a slave who had to he could get men just as attractive who wanted to.

That's what he would keep telling himself.

He ran a stressed hand through his naturally dark red hair, feeling freckles pop up on his milky skin the longer he stayed in this sun, “Uh, nossir. I'm fine. But uh, if I need servicing, I'll be sure to go to you.”

The slave nodded and hopped into the vehicle. Ardent followed and covered himself with the sheet. The woman said something to the man in a different language, and be barked in laughter.

Ardent formed a headwrap out of the large sheet that shielded him from the sun, and leaned forward into the front, “So, uh, what are your names.”

The male slave smirked, “We are Sol. You may address us as such, Human.”

Were slaves supposed to be so snarky? “Well yes, but I just wondered, you know. I want to get to know you.”

The female glared at him, “Don't bother. You're not better.”

He just blinked at her, “I'm sorry I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I just wanted to-”

The male was laughing, “Don't mind her. You see, we take humans across often. They all begin as horrified. Think they are better than the Eucla, more... Moral. But in the end they always rape us. They always beat us. It is in the nature of man, as well as Eucla. We are perhaps too old to be enchanted by you humanizing us.” He shrugged as if he was commenting on the weather, “Tonight you should use me when we stop. And not fool yourself.”

“You speaking English cost me extra, you know.” Ardent muttered.

“Yes. That was not a bargain. But often Humans think that when we are speaking our language that we make fun of them or plot against them.” He aggressively gassed it up a dune, sailing over the peak, “We do not.” He downshifted and attacked the next dune, “We are slaves. We don't like to talk about it among ourselves.”

Ardent had begun holding on for dear life, “Yes well, understandable. So you've never thought of a revolt? Of being free?”

“I have been free. It is little different from being a slave.” He said, as the jeep stomach-churningly slipped down a grade, “They can still rape you. They can still force you to work for them. They force everyone in the 'free villages' to work for mines or factories. This way, only customers of my master rape me, if I stay in his compound.”

“Rape is not supposed to be a word you can use so casually.” Ardent said darkly.

“Rape should not be as casual as it is here.” The woman spoke, in a gravelly, dark tone. “But this is not Earth, Human. And there is nothing wrong with raping Sol.”

“I like you, Sir.” The man said, “My name is Siran.”

“Ardent. Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Sir.” Siran took a deep breath, and then gunned it up the next dune.


“Sir, we are at the resting point.” Siran shook Ardent, and the human looked around. The were at an oasis, and a tent was being aggressively erected by the female Sol. “I am being very nice to you. Do you know why?”

“This is nice?”

Siran frowned and tilted his head, “Yes. I thought. Humans like talking, yes? Normally I do not talk. Or smile. Sol do not usually smile. But I smiled for you. Because Ninan is my friend. I do not want you to hurt her. I am trying to be appealing to you, Sir.”

Ardent looked up at the man in front of him with surprised eyes, “So this is flirting?”

“Yes that is a good word.” He nodded concisely. He was so tall. So sharp. Buckles and leather strapped tight to his body. Ardent had never seen anyone more mouthwatering.

“What would you have me do?” Ardent smirked at the slave, “What would you want me to do to you?”

The Sol was silent for a moment, then seemed to get it in gear, “I would suck your cock all the way down my throat, I'd suck it like it held the only water for miles and I'd want to taste your cum and let it flow down my throat but my ass would want you so bad I wouldn't be able to. I'd have to beg you to fuck me.”

Ardent had a horrible habit. And that was grinning like a shithead whenever anyone talked dirty. The slave had drawn near Ardent, his hot flesh radiating in the quickly cooling desert dusk.

“Should I beg now, for you to fuck me?” He questioned, drawing Ardent's gaze up to his.

Ardent was seeing the appeal of slavery. He really was. If all slave sexual encounters began like this. Which part of him doubted they did. He licked his lips and could only make one word, “Beg.”

The Female sol made herself scarce on the other side of the oasis as Siran dropped to his knees in front of Ardent, hands clasped around the pale man's waist as obscenities spilled from his lips. Ardent speculated that he had probably learned this language before any other.

“Please Master, please. I've wanted your cock inside me since I first saw you. Please I just want to feel you, filling me up, make me scream with your cock, please Master please-”

He sounded so fucking desperate. How did he do that? Practice? It managed not to matter to Ardent for once as he pushed the slave to the ground, pinning him down while their mouths crashed together and his fingers found and ripped off one of the black electrical tape X's covering the Slave's nipples.

Siran cried out as the tape was ripped off. A white X, untouched by the sun with a cherry red perfectly round nipple lay raised in the center was exposed to Ardent's hungry mouth, and he devoured it.

The other hand ripped free the slave's other nipple and Siran cried out into the night again, his cry eaten up by miles and miles of sky and stars.

“D-do you want me hard, Sir?” He gasped against Ardent's mouth as he had brought himself up to devour that pouty cupid's bow once more.

“Of course I want you fucking hard.” Ardent hissed, putting a tab on that comment for 'later conversation'. He ripped off the decorative shrapnel the Sol wore as makeshift armor and ground his groin into the Slave's, taking note of a large hard presence there that hadn't been a moment ago.

He finally stripped himself and his all too willing slave down to nothing, just their naked bodies rolling around on the sheet used to cover Ardent in the hot sun.

Ardent had done his best not to gasp aloud when he saw the Sol's cock. It rose from his groin, groping out into the night sky. Ardent had never seen one larger in person, only in the nicest dick-fetish pornography. How did he carry it around all day?

His skin was so tan, and his sweat was barely salty and almost sweet, Ardent couldn't get enough. He licked and sucked at the slave's neck, and tortured the little cherry nipples until they were ruthlessly swollen and the slave squirmed at even the slightest touch to them.

He grabbed both of the delicious red nubs and twisted cruelly, savoring how the slave's voice cut through the cool nighttime air and echoed off the dunes as he sobbed out in a language Ardent couldn't understand.

“You still want my cock stuffed up your ass, slut?” Ardent hissed in the slave's ear, refusing to be put off by their size difference, he knew what he had was nice, even if it couldn't be described by terms such as 'mind-bending'.

He was so tall, so strong, whipcord muscles twitched in the cool nighttime air under his Master's hand, and now he would have to beg again.

“M-master you are such a kind master, please, please fuck me. You've done so much already please I want to milk your cock with my ass Master. I want to be running cum down my legs as I finish setting up camp, I want to smell like your seed Master please, please fuck me. Ram me Master please!” he choked on his words a little as Ardent slicked his fingers with spit and pushed them inside the slave. “Please master I don't need your fingers just your cock, just your cock master please.”

His hole was slick, and accepted the intruding finger easily. His insides were so scorching hot and silky smooth, it occurred to Ardent that his body ran hotter than his own, and he had some type of natural lubrication for this. Oh. Or... “Did you stretch out your fuckhole for me, slave? Get it nice and slippery?”

Siran nodded vigorously, “I've wanted your cock so bad all day, Sir, please give me your cock.”
Ardent slammed inside Siren, and the slave screamed out to the sky, “Tell me how you feel, slave.”

“Oh I feel so good Master, so stuffed with your dick. Please. Please take me, ram me into the sand I-ah!” they weren't even on sand. The soil around the oasis was harder and more compact. But Ardent did his best to comply.

He viciously twisted the puffy, red nipples before flipping the slave onto all fours and driving into him with every ounce of strength in his body. The slave choked sobs out into the night, and Ardent had to believe that he wasn't faking this all, he wanted this, because Ardent wanted it. He wanted this man, this slave, this beautiful creature under him to really be his, and to really be going wild around his cock.

He slammed into his slave a few more times, before spilling all his seed deep in the slave's bowels. He collapsed over Siran's back, who had collapsed to the ground. He nipped at the back of the bronze man's neck, “I want to plug you. I want to keep my cum inside your ass until the next time I fuck you. I'd take out the plug and all my cum would start to dribble out of your tight little hole. I'd torture your nipples, making your muscles flare and more spill down out of your ass onto my cock, and then I'd shove my cock up your ass again with only my cum as lube.” he sighed into his slave's neck.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, until Ardent could breathe properly again, “But you don't want that, do you?”

Siran sat up as Ardent did, and the Human stole a glance down to the now flaccid cock in the man's lap, “You didn't come.”

Siran shook his head, “It is difficult for me. I apologize. I can try next time.”

“But it's not difficult for you to get hard?”

Siran looked down, and his cock slithered to life, standing at it's imposing full girth once more. And then he let it fall.

“You have a retractable bone in there. We use blood pressure.”

Siran nodded, “I am aware. I am glad I could please you sir. We do not have anything with which to plug me, but if you wish I could try to find something in the supplies.”

“No that's... That's fine. Go wash up.”