Slate

I could have broken this up into two chapters, but I refrained. So... This is a freakishly large percentage sex.


The next day passed with little incident, they were halfway through their day and Ardent had just woken from his first nap due to a rather aggressive dune attack.

“How much longer till camp?” Ardent asked sleepily. Why he bothered when he wouldn't be able to sleep was beyond him. He just wanted to get off the rolling vomitinator.

The female looked at the clock in the console, “About six hours, sir.”

Well she was more pleasant today. He crept back under his sheet and attempted another nap.


The food had been eaten, the chores all done, and everyone bathed before the female Sol confronted him, “Sir. I am prepared for you to use me tonight.”

Ardent stumbled a bit in his walk from the jeep to the tent, “Oh. Um. No I don't... Use, women.”

She stood her ground. “I will be turned away, you may use whichever hole you like.”

Ardent almost couldn’t take the blood rushing to his face, “Oh, no, not necessary. I can wait until Siran gets back from patrol.”

She glared at him, “Siran is a warrior. Siran is a good man. Do not defile him like that again. You may take me.”

Ardent was caught off guard by that, “I... He didn't enjoy it, then? Not even a little? He talked to you?”

She shook her head menacingly, “I could never make him speak of such things! He lives in the shame of being a slave although he is strong and smart. And you make him beg for you to rape him? You do not see this injustice?”

“I didn't rape anyone!” Ardent shouted.

“You don't underst-”

“That's enough, Ninan.” Siran was back from patrol, “Why don't you go do another perimeter? The bandits are usually restless here.”

She huffed and stormed off.

“I apologize for her. Would you like to take me in the tent or outside?” He hadn't smiled since he first seduced Ardent. He hadn't lied about not doing it often.

Ardent met his swirling pink eyes, “Look. I'm sorry. I didn't get what I was doing okay? You really don't have to fuck me if you don't want. I'm gay, so I won't hurt your friend, and you don't have to let me hurt you. Hell, you could rape me if you really wanted to so why don't we-”

“Master.” Siran interrupted him, “I would never rape you. You did not rape me. Ninan is young and angry. Let's retire to the tent, shall we?”

Ardent let himself be lead into the tent, and pulled to the floor with Siran, on the patchwork pile of blankets to be found there.

“Master.” Siran hissed into Ardent's ear, “Take me like last night, Master. I am yours.”

Ardent shook his head, not buying it, “No! You didn't come! You just spout lies to me and... And... Fake it! I've never been so insulted! I was having a great time. I'm gay. And I don't need you patronizing me with slightly BDSM sex in the desert.”

Siran seemed to consider this. “I am attracted to you, you know?”

Ardent snorted, “Drop it. I'm not buying it.”

Siran stared into his face, “You do not want to have sex with me because... I would not enjoy it? But I think I would enjoy it. I think I would enjoy you, Master.” He began unstrapping the garments that barely covered his body. “Perhaps I do not enjoy being a slave. I think few people would. But I enjoy you, Sir.”

Ardent wanted to be back in civilization, in his loft apartment, where he knew what the hell was going on and what was okay and what wasn't. The slave had started stripping away the pale cream-colored sheet garment that Ardent had been given to wear across the desert, baring his too-pale flesh to the muted light in the tent.

The slave worshiped Ardent's chest as it became uncovered, fingers groping on every inch of flesh, mouth latching on to his pale pink nipples. “I think your flesh is so soft and sweet.” he licked languidly over a nipple, “Our people think that pale skin is very attractive. It's stupid, for those with pale skin in our clans burn in the sun and succumb young to cancers. They are fragile, but beautiful. You are beautiful.”

“And decidedly fragile.” Ardent snorted. The slave was ridiculously well versed in flattery, despite himself Ardent felt a blush creeping at his cheeks. He had been the awkward, big ginger kid in school. Compliments still always felt like lies.

The slave captured his mouth, and Ardent sighed into the hungry kiss. He was being won over.
“If... You want to ensure that I enjoy myself...” the slave led on, “You could allow this unworthy slave to...” he paused, swallowing, “I... Could I penetrate you?”

Ardent felt his heart stop. No. No that just wouldn't work. Would he let a club pick up of similar hotness and cock size fuck him? If they had been hanging out for a few days? Siran had let himself be the receiver so...

If he didn't factor in slave status or cock size, he would be forced by the laws of reciprocity to roll over and take it like a man.

He gulped, and looked down into the Sol's intensely pink eyes, “I... I mean-”

Siran leaped towards him and kissed him desperately, moaning into the kiss before parting, “I apologize, Sir. It wasn't my place. Please Sir, please let me suck your cock.”

Ardent barely nodded, and the slave set to it, diving down to Ardent's groin.

The slave slurped happily at the human's cock. Ardent enjoyed the sensations for a moment, before gritting his teeth, “You have to finish doing that after you fuck me, you hear? You aren't gonna shoot and run, you're gonna keep sucking my dick after you've pounded me raw.” It hurt to say, he was never very good at dirty talk.

Inhuman eyes widened up at him as the slave smiled around his cock. He bobbed his heads a few more times before stopping the attention with a slurp, “Can you roll over, Master?” He asked, his mouth wet with spit around a wolfish grin.

Ardent rolled slowly, letting his hips be lifted slightly and his legs fall apart.

Siran spread his milky while cheeks, revealing his deep red pucker, the tight ring of muscle twitching slightly in anticipation. Ardent's breath hitched when he felt the slave's tongue on his ass. It wasn't just his tongue. It was his whole face. Ardent wasn't sure he'd ever had a rim job so vicious before. The tongue that entered him felt thick and hot, slippery and searching deep inside him.

Ardent moaned. He could hear Siran's breaths come in gasps as he stopped his hungry lapping only so often to allow for breathing.

Fingers entered him. Slowly. Each one covered with lube, but that tongue didn't leave, the tongue caressed the ring of muscle around one finger, then two, then three, attempting to slither in beside the fingers, caressing down towards his balls and cock. Ardent was painfully hard. It shouldn't be allowed to do things like that with your tongue. That type of thing should be illegal. It made him tense yet relax at the same time. He knew the slave had three fingers in him but he still felt loose and accommodating.

“Master...” Siran panted heavily, his voice deep and husky with arousal, “Master are you ready? How do you feel?”

Ardent was quiet for a moment, before drawing in a shaky breath, “Yeah. Yeah I think so. Just go really slow.”

He felt the slave's hand on his shoulder, guiding him to turn around. Turning, he caught sight of the slave's cock again, as Siran coated the astounding organ in lube. “Oh god. It's so huge. I don't know.” Ardent felt that his hole was loose, well-stretched, ready, but he couldn't help but feel nervous

Siran looked up at him with wide, hungry eyes, “Master...” he held his erection at it's thick base, his fingers didn't quite meet around it, “Please don't make me stop, master. Please don't deny me this. Ever since I saw you I wanted to bury myself in you. Please master please let me fuck you. I'll do anything please maste-”

“It's okay. Siran. It's okay I was just. Whining. I'm ready.” Ardent met Siran's gaze and smiled at him, trying to convey some sort of confidence. He would probably tell Siran to stop a thousand times. The slave needed to learn to be less obedient.

Siran grinned back at him and lunged forward, locking their lips and pushing Ardent to lie back into the blankets “I will make you feel good master, I promise.”

Ardent felt that impossibly thick head push at his sphincter, and press inside. He moaned as the head slid in, stretching the tight ring of muscle to it's brink around the flared head, and Ardent did his best not to comment on how fucking impossible this was going to be.

“Master... You're so tight... It feels so good Master...” Siran panted into his chest, lavishing attention on his nipples. The slave's hips started to roll in small circles, pumping the fat head of his cock slightly farther inside the Human with every stroke, “You're so beautiful, Master. I'm going to make you come around my cock, and I'm going to watch your face.”

Ardent noticed he had been clenching the blankets around him, he breathed evenly and let them go. He raised his hands to Siran's shoulders, and slowly uscrewed his eyes as well.

Siran saw his eyes open, and he grinned widely, ducking in for a deep kiss. Ardent moaned as a few more inches of that impossible cock slid inside him, and kissed Siran back with everything he had.
Siran attempted the small circles again to force more of himself deeper inside the pale, panting human, but there was no way it was happening tonight. He reached down and wrapped his fist around the remainder of his cock still outside the stuffed orifice.

“Oh god Siran I don't think I can...” Ardent looked totally lost. His strong features had morphed, his sharp hazel eyes were glossed over and clouded with need. He was letting out a stream of quiet little pleas, and Siran couldn't tell if he was asking him to stop or to keep going, but whatever he was begging for he apparently wanted it really bad.

Ardent felt the giant staff inside of him slowly withdraw, farther than it ever had before. It was pulled out until the flared head was all that was left him inside before swiftly surging back inside.
He screamed into the night. His fingers and toes curled, the muscles in his ass and legs trembled uncontrollably, Siran kissed him deeply.

“Fuck me Siran, just fuck me!” Ardent moaned in between breaths, “Kiss me, fuck me, oh god!” Siran pulled out again, and thrust in again. Ardent tore streaks of skin off his tan back, leaving raw red parallel lines on each shoulder blade. Another thrust. The human threw his head back and let out another scream.

His hips began to move in and out at a steady pace. Ardent gripped him so tight and hot, the friction made it nearly hard to breathe.

Faster. Now he was hitting his fist against the pale man's buttocks with each thrust, he thought of letting go and seeing how much more of him the other man could handle, but Ardent didn't need pain right now. Now Siran was pleasing him. He used the hand around the base of his cock to angle upwards, making Ardent shriek as he found his prostate.

Harder. Ardent thrashed beneath him, thrusting back on his cock, speeding the thrusts and angling his hips so he stroked his prostate each time.

Ardent didn't know what was happening. He had never felt like this when playing the bottom before. Something about the intense look in Siran's eyes, that possessive glare. He felt open and raw and needy, he needed that cock to thrust inside him, he needed that cock to bear down on him and make him moan and thrash and cry.

Siran's teeth took to his chest, biting sharply on a nipple.

Ardent jerked his hips back on Siran's cock on each thrust, meeting him fast and hard. They were both panting, and a constant mantra of moans fell from Arden't mouth.

And against all logic, Ardent felt the muscles in his belly clench, his thighs tighten and his toes curl. He threw his head back and his back bowed, “Oh god Siran!”

Thick spurts erupted from his cock between them as he emptied his load with not so much as a single stroke from either of them.

His world went black for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was in Siran's arms, his back to the slave's front.

“Mmmm... Let's go take another bath... I wouldn't mind cooling off.” Ardent twisted in Siran's arms, “I'm kind of sticky.”

Siran smiled at him, and nodded, “As you wish, Master.”

They sat in the cool oasis water. Ardent pressed his fingers inside himself under the water, “Did you not come inside me? I don't feel all gooey like I rightfully should.”

Siran simply blinked at him, “I... I did not. Did you want me to, Master?”

“Well no I guess I don't really care where you... Wait. Do you mean you didn't... You just didn't? You didn't come?” Ardent was slightly hysterical. Siran nodded slightly, “Well why the hell not?!”

Siran shrugged, “I'm sorry Master. I did not think it would upset you. You had achieved an orgasm, so I thought it was best to stop.”

Ardent was scowling at him. He squirmed under he gaze.

They washed, then returned to the tent. “Would... Would you like me to sleep in the jeep with Ninan, Sir?”

Ardent glared at him, “No. I would like you to lay the fuck down.”

Siran complied, laying on the bed of blankets. He let out a slight gasp when Ardent straddled his thighs. “Master?”

Ardent had the lube in his hand. He took the flaccid organ between the slave's legs into his hand, and slicked it with the oil, “I want you to get hard, Siran.” the organ slithered to life in his grip, until standing at its full size. “I'm going to ride you, Siran. Now. Before I'm sore in the morning. And I'm not going to stop riding you until you come inside me. If I come eight times before that, then that's what happens. And if I go soft, then that happens. Your job is not to care about me.”

The Human lifted himself to position the head of that magnificent lubed cock at his entrance, savoring the feeling of being refilled as he lowered himself.

“Aaah, ah, Sir, not all the way I didn't... Ah!” Siran was grasping at his thighs. He took a breath and shook his head, “Don't go all the way.” He slithered his hand down to grasp the base of his shaft.

Ardent slapped him away, “I'm on top. I'll go as far as I think feels right. Maybe a little more if it hurt's so good. Don't make me fucking tie you up!”

Siran nodded, placing his hands obediently at his sides.

Ardent began to roll his hips, sliding the huge thick cock in and out of him. It felt different, with him on top. His muscles trembled more as he was impaled, he felt the penetration go deeper and deeper as he let himself fall farther down on the staff with each thrust, but it was difficult to thrust himself quickly onto the giant staff, “Siran! Grab my hips, help me fuck myself!”

Siran complied, his fingernails digging into Ardent's hips as he used those impossibly strong arms to lift and impale him.

The pace was fast, and brutal, and Ardent felt each of the deep thrusts in his throat. His moans were constant, and he knew that it couldn't last forever but he really really wished that it would.

Too soon Siran wrapped his hand around Ardent's dick, pumping in time with each of the deep, hard thrusts.

Ardent let himself succumb, bowing his back and throwing back his head, riding out the waves of his second orgasm.

True to his order, Siran did not stop, he continued to pummel inside of Ardent. When Ardent came back to himself, he looked down at Siran. Siran was grimacing, all of his sharp, animalistic teeth bared and pupils blown so wide his eyes looked like deep never-ending pools of black. Sweat was beading on his brow and his deep brown cheeks were flushing a fierce red.

A few more erratic thrusts pounded home, the huge cock pumping inside him to the base, before the slave threw his head back, letting a roar tear from his throat. Fingernails dug into Ardent's hips, he felt the huge cock inside him twitch and pulse, as hot fluid filled and burst from him.

Ardent let himself fall to beside Siran. He felt stretched, sore, and sated. The places where the slave had grabbed his hips throbbed. He was leaking the slave's seed onto the blankets but he honestly didn't care.

Siran did though. After riding out his orgasm, he set about getting a rag and cleaning them up, busying himself almost nervously.

Finally he fell beside Ardent, who quickly threw an arm over his chest to keep him from busying himself again. “See? Was that so awful?”

Siran gave him an inspecting glance up and down, gingerly touching his hip, “Are you hurt?”

Adrent looked down his body to the harsh bruises on his hips, “Siran. I'm not really as delicate as you must think I am.”

Siran wrapped both of those, sinewy, strong arms around him, burying his face in the crook of the shorter man's neck, “Yes you are.”