Surreal

Samian was a bustling city, for the main fact that it housed the fortress that was the Elite Den brothel. Everything that was needed could be found here considering that it was also the base of a popular trade center.

Hecton, a local trader had just closed up shop for the night and was exiting the city through one of the side gates via hovercraft. It was late; though the city never slept there were not many coming and going at this hour. He was headed for a smaller neighboring town when a bright light flashed across the desert landscape that surrounded Samian. Hecton quickly halted his vehicle, and pulled a spyglass from a nearby pouch.

The trader couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. The bright light had been a portal of some kind as he saw two men emerge from it. He’d heard of beings that could create portals for travel, but hadn’t actually seen it done before. Hecton was more interested in the two men that had come through the portal. They were both tall and slender and appeared to be dressed in dark colors. One had long, silver colored hair tied in a loose queue; the other sported a short-cropped shock of bright pink hair. He couldn’t make out the rest of their features at this distance but their profiles suggested that they were both attractive men.

As Hecton continued to look at them, both men completely vanished before his eyes. A small gasp escaped his lips as he realized he was not dealing with mere humans. They had teleported someplace, Hecton didn’t know where. It was a pretty good likelihood they were now in the city. He could continue on his way and ignore the fact that two potentially dangerous beings had just entered Samian. Or he could return to the city and inform the local authorities at once. He decided to go with the latter and turned his hovercraft around.

~*~

Ja’el awoke to the delectable smells of breakfast. For a moment he was disoriented and couldn’t remember where he was or what had recently happened. When he finally managed to wipe the sleep from his eyes he saw that he was lying abed in his private quarters, and there was a tray placed on the small beverage table near the bed.

Suddenly, all the memories of the previous night came flooding back to him. Erik had discovered Ja’el’s deception and had seen his real face. Then as things escalated, Ja’el had suffered a hyperventilation attack. He vaguely remembered that somehow Erik managed to calm him down and had later put him to bed and from the look and feel of him, Erik had left him alone.

Ja’el eyed the tray before moving to uncover it. Lying beneath was the sausage, egg and toast he had smelt on awakening. It seemed Erik had also left him breakfast in bed. But why? Was it a sign of a peace offering? Or was the food laced with some drug that would kill him? Ja’el didn’t think further on the subject when suddenly he heard a knock on his bed chamber door. Was Erik seriously waiting to be allowed entrance? He certainly hadn’t been that considerate last night.

Ja’el got out of bed and realized he was still wearing his robe. He wasted no time and moved to open the door for Erik. The giant stood there fully dressed. He was once again wearing the green trench coat Ja’el had admired upon first sight.

“Good morning,” Erik offered the smaller man a dazzling smile.

“Morning,” Ja’el replied numbly, still unsure what to make of this entire situation.

Erik glanced behind him and noticed the untouched plate which still lay on the table. “I wanted to apologize for last night; I was completely out of line. I would have given this apology over the loudspeaker but felt it needed to be done in person. I realize just my mere presence makes you uncomfortable, but I’d like to do everything in my power to make the remainder of our time together pleasant for you.”

Ja’el gazed at him his mouth agape. He closed it after he noticed but was still speechless as to this change in demeanor that Erik presented. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of him.

“Here, test me,” Erik grinned. “Ask me anything.”
Ja’el was finally able to break out of his daze as he realized that Erik was giving him the opportunity to finally unravel the mysteries surrounding him. “Anything?”

“Yes,” Erik knew there were some things he could not reveal to the attractive young man, but he was entirely certain that Ja’el would not ask the correct questions that left him open.

“Why did you take this job?”

“At first I wanted to teach you a lesson for your arrogance. That was before I realized how inexperienced and fragile you truly are. Plus I had nothing better to do at the time; I thought it would at least be entertaining for the short term.” Erik noticed anger flash across Ja’el’s eyes and watched as he retreated back into the room. He remained in the doorway, not wanting to infringe on the younger man’s territory.

“Had you ever planned to see the job through to fruition?” Ja’el turned around to face him.

“Of course, and I still do. That hasn’t changed,” Erik replied.

“Really, and did you come to this conclusion before or after you saw my real face?” Ja’el could not help the frown that marred his lovely features as he awaited a response.

“Before,” Erik replied truthfully. “It’s like I told you, I am a man of my word.”

“You’ll forgive me if I’m a little hesitant to trust you, especially after you broke in here without warning.”

“And here I thought you trusted me, at least to some extent. I understand my reputation provided half of that. Yet still; you took it upon yourself to take a two week trip to Letria Sector with a perfect stranger you had just met. Now are you saying you truly didn’t trust me, or you trusted your ugly mask to protect you?”

Ja’el realized the older man had a point although he was loathe to admit it. “That doesn’t explain why you came to my private quarters after I specifically asked you not to.”

Erik dug into his coat pocket and came up with the AC injector. “This gave me just cause. I waited three days for you to come to me but you never did. I assumed you knew I had it but didn’t have the courage to ask me for its return. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.” Erik wasn’t surprised when Ja’el immediately ran towards him and held out his hand. He hesitated for a moment before handing the injector over. “I truly wish you wouldn’t use that again.”

“Yes well you have no say in the matter.” Ja’el clasped the injector between his hands and held it close to his heart.

“Well then, I suppose I’ll be taking my leave.” Erik paused to spare Ja’el one last glance. “Enjoy your breakfast.”

“Wait.”

Erik stood still in the doorway per Ja’el’s request. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

Thank you for not seducing me, or taking me by force. Thank you for returning the injector and continuing on this mission with me. Ja’el wanted to thank Erik for all these things but what he actually managed to force past his lips was, “Thank you for making me breakfast.”

Erik grinned before replying, “Anytime.”

~*~

Rais paced in the guest quarters hall as he waited for Chav to be finished with his final customer of the night. He figured this would be the best time to get the slave alone for a little one on one before escorting him back to the atrium.

Rais didn’t have to wait for long before the client; a middle-aged man emerged from one of the rooms still adjusting his attire. He glanced at Rais and gave him a stiff nod before heading off down the hall. The rooms were set up so that when a client’s time was up, a buzzer would sound within. Then after the clients left, a guard would come to pick up the slave, either to be returned to the atrium or refreshed in preparation for another client.

Escorting the slaves to and from clients was not something that was normally on Rais’s agenda. The lesser guards normally handled it, but tonight he was interested in having a quiet moment with the slave in question.

Upon entering the room that consisted mainly of a bed and a sidebar, Rais noticed Chav as he gingerly pushed himself off the bed. He was instantly at his side and saw the bruises around his shoulders and hips.

“Captain Dian,” Chav’s breathing was still coming hard as he surreptitiously wiped at a bead of semen which still clung to his pink lips.

Rais helped the nude boy to his feet as his eyes quickly swept the pale body, searching for signs of other injuries. The dried blood stains which coated the slave’s thighs were the first thing he noticed. “Let’s get you to a healing room.”

Chav seemed confused by Rais’s offer. “He was my last client for the night, sir. I do not need to be prepared for another. That is unless you have something else in mind?”

“I need to talk to you, but first let’s get you cleaned up,” Rais replied.

Chav fell silent as he followed the Captain out of the room into the hallways and closest horizontal elevator system. They were headed to one of the many healing chambers that possessed instruments capable of completely healing all wounds within minutes. The brothel would not be as successful as it was without this ability. Clients tended to be very cruel at times. The state Chav was in currently was mild compared to some instances in the past where he hadn’t been able to walk in the aftermath of a particularly brutal client.

Generally after a whore was through with his clients for the night, he was then taken to the Cleansing Pool to be freed from the drug Euphoria before being returned to his cell in the Inner Atrium. If the slave did not have life-threatening injuries he would not be taken to a healing room until the next day if he had clients scheduled. Thus the reason Chav was confused by Rais’s concern for him. If all the Captain wanted to do was talk, then why did he feel the need to have Chav healed first? They would have also been able to skip the Cleansing Pool for Chav was not currently under Euphoria. Either way, he remained puzzled by the older man’s actions as they reached their first destination.

They entered a room filled with several transparent glass chambers. Chav was familiar with what happened next and quickly entered one of the chambers and stood still with his eyes closed.

Rais pressed a few of the buttons located on a panel outside the glass which sealed the dome, then watched as a stream of light sequences began to play over Chav’s naked body. The bruises soon vanished along with the stains between his thighs as he was cleaned and healed at the same time. The healing tubes could also remove Euphoria’s effect along with the cleansing pools which were located just off the Inner Atrium. Most guards escorting slaves back to their cells simply preferred to use the latter route because of its accessibility.

After the lights in the chamber faded, Rais punched the button to open the door and allow Chav to exit. The boy’s auburn hair was now clean, smooth and silky. Most importantly it was minus the semen that had left it damp and sticky just moments prior. This was another reminder why Rais couldn’t allow himself to feel anything for a slave. The frequency at which Chav took various sexual partners ranging from clients, to guards to Kisku Draymond himself would have driven him mad with jealousy. It was hard to keep his distance however, when the boy smiled like he was doing right now; showing even white teeth on a gorgeous face that could melt hearts.

As they left the healing chamber and returned to the horizontal elevator pad, Rais once again contemplated what he was doing. He was taking this slave to his personal quarters to talk. He’d finally decided with the help of Soiph what they would discuss. But then what? After the conversation waned and they were faced with the fact that they were alone together, would Rais’s principles continue to win out? He tried to put the subject out of his thoughts as the elevator brought them to their destination within minutes.

Chav hadn’t said a word to Rais since they left the last client room. It still weighed heavily on him what Rais had told him a few days earlier. The Captain was the one Chav envisioned more often than not when he was servicing another. Yet the man had told him in all too clear terms that he was not attracted to him. How would he be able to overcome that? If there was no attraction, then he’d never get to experience making love to Rais. That thought was suffocating more so than having an exceptionally heavy client crushing him into the mattress of a bed.

Once they entered Rais’s quarters, Chav’s violet eyes quickly took in the scenery. The main living area was sectioned off with a dining table and sidebar located on the left, and a large pool surrounded by soft couches on the right. The pool was currently filled with water and glowed a bright blue hue from its lighted depths. Small green palms decorated the ledges. Chav noticed two adjacent doorways that no doubt led to either the bath or bed chambers. A sexual shiver went down his spine at the thought of being so close to where the Captain slept. A naughty thought crossed the slave’s mind as he wondered if he slept in the nude.

“Have a seat I’ll get you a drink,” Rais stated before heading towards the sidebar.

Chav was rarely offered consumables while with clients or the guards for that matter. Rais was clearly different which only increased his voracious attraction for the man. He sighed inwardly before making his way towards one of the plush, side couches by the pool. The room was dimly lighted, but he could clearly make everything out due to the fluorescent blue light the pool gave off.

Chav didn’t have to wait long before Rais returned, but instead of handing him his drink, the Captain handed him a long black robe first. Chav was severely disappointed to see the piece of clothing. He was used to being naked, and it never bothered him. However, he saw the fabric as another barrier placed between him and the chance of ever sleeping with the Captain. Once he was completely covered beneath the folds of the thick robe, he was then handed a glass of wine.

Rais took a seat next to Chav before taking a sip from his own glass. He hoped the sweet liquid would calm his raging hormones. Seeing Chav unclothed was commonplace for nudity was the slaves’ uniform. However, a naked Chav inside his private quarters created a whole new aspect to the situation.

“You came here two years ago Chav, willingly. Can you tell me more about that?” Rais was holding his glass by the rim between long fingers as he gave Chav his full attention.

Chav had never been asked about his arrival at the brothel before. He did remember being readily accepted because of his pleasing appearance. No one at the time had questioned him including Rais, which made him wonder why it mattered all of a sudden. Regardless of his confusion he decided to answer with the truth. “My parents were facing bankruptcy as well at the prospects of going to prison for a very long time. Therefore it was suggested that I come here, and the money the brothel paid for me covered all their debts.”

“Whose decision was it for you to come here, and how did you feel about it?” Rais noticed the puzzled expression in the boy’s beautiful eyes and knew he couldn’t fathom the reasoning for these questions. Alas, Rais simply had to know more about him.

“I knew I wanted to help my family. I have a younger sister as well that would have suffered if I hadn’t done this.” Chav suddenly realized with this being the first time he’d spoken to anyone here about his past, that he really didn’t enjoy doing so. He’d been doing a good job of putting all thoughts of his family behind him; he’d never see them again so why dwell on it? But now, here was the Captain forcing him to think about the people he once considered his entire world.

“So you sacrificed yourself for them?” Rais concluded.

Chav shook his head as he bit his bottom lip and contemplated his next words. “I did what had to be done. I never considered it a sacrifice.”

“Did you not love your family?” Rais regretted the question as soon as it left his lips, especially when he saw the distraught look on the younger man’s face.

Chav’s lips trembled as his eyes became glossy with a suspicious substance. “Yes – yes I loved them.”

“I’m sorry,” Rais felt the need to apologize. “I’m simply trying to figure you out.”

Chav tiled his head to the side as he gazed over at Rais. “I don’t understand; what do you wish to know?”

“Why are you …” Rais paused, how could he ask him about his passiveness? It was a trait they admired in the slaves here, but it was not often garnered from them. Rare boys like Chav offered a delightful change to the normally moody and often violent slaves that the guards had to deal with day in and day out. Rais didn’t remember Chav ever having to be punished for wrong doings during his entire time at the Den. Sure he had suffered serious injuries while engaging with brutal clients and guards, but he’d never had to be disciplined for anything. Rais’s main hesitation rested on what he hoped he wouldn’t hear in the boy’s response. “I’ll just say it – why are you always so agreeable? Does anything at all ever make you angry?”

Chav placed his unfinished wine glass on the floor next to him, he was uncertain he’d be able to complete this conversation without at least accidentally shattering it. The Captain was asking him many disturbing questions and he was not quite sure how he should respond or what it was that the dark-haired man wanted to hear. “As a child, I never enjoyed confrontation. Now that I’m older – it is the same.”

“But is there nothing that displeases you? Nothing that you wished you had or wanted?” Rais had to know.

“There are many things I wish I had.”

“Like what?” Rais hoped he’d go into detail.

Chav lowered his gaze to his hands before continuing. “I don’t have many wants and needs here, in my position I shouldn’t have them. But there’s one thing I have wanted for a very long time.”

“What’s that?” Rais was almost on the edge of his seat as he waited for Chav’s response. He had also placed his wine glass on the floor forgotten.

Chav raised his violet eyes to lock them with Rais’s deep blue ones, “You.”

Chav’s response instantly caused blood to flood Rais’s loins as his arousal came at him like a freight train. The slave had never lied to him before, so he had no reason to start now. Rais felt his principles slipping, especially when he allowed Chav to close the distance between them and place a soft kiss on his lips.

Chav couldn’t believe he’d been allowed to get this far. The feel of Rais’s soft lips against his caused his semi-hard cock to twitch beneath the folds of the heavy robe. Could he dare to hope that this would be the night that Rais made him the happiest slave in the brothel?

Chav’s heart practically jumped for joy when he felt Rais return the kiss tenderly. He took the initiative and quickly deepened it by threading his tongue between the Captain’s soft lips to taste the traces of wine within that sweet mouth. He used Rais’s distraction to quickly remove his robe and straddle the man’s strong legs.

Rais was slightly surprised by Chav’s eagerness. It was something you rarely saw in slaves not under Euphoria. The boy was so hot for him he could almost taste it. When the kiss broke and Chav began to unbutton his shirt quickly, he knew this first time would be short lived as their passions had mounted to such unstable levels that they would never be able to savor it this go round.

Once his shirt was peeled off and discarded on the floor, Rais gasped as Chav’s wet, hot mouth enveloped a pink nipple within its depths. While the slave sucked and laved at the tender flesh, creating some of the most delectable sensations, Chav’s hands were not idle as he unbuckled Rais’s belt and unzipped his pants.

Rais had barely managed to free his throbbing cock before Chav’s hot lips left his sensitized nipples so he could position his ready ass over Rais’s pulsating member. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt his cock sheathed within the warm glove surrounding him. Rais was going to pause to allow Chav’s body time to adjust to his length buried within. But to his surprise, the boy began to move on him almost immediately.

Chav’s up and down movements mesmerized Rais as he paced his own thrusts in time with the smaller man seated above him. He’d been concerned for Chav’s well being when he’d found him slightly bruised after servicing his last client. Taking him to the healing chamber had been strictly for Chav’s benefit. He’d had no intention of the night ending like this, but was now glad for it since the glass domes not only cleaned and healed, but also oiled the slave’s well used asses in preparation for sex.

Chav was in sexual heaven. Finally, he was fucking the man he had fantasized about sleeping with for years. He continued to pound himself forcefully on Rais’s stiffened cock. He was surprised when the Captain grasped Chav’s own rigid penis and began to stroke him with quick fingers. He moaned and bit his bottom lip as the sensations rippled through him. He wished this would never end but knew that very soon both of them would reach the pinnacle.

Working his hands through Rais’s hair, Chav undid the tie there allowing the Captain’s luxurious black tresses to spill free. He liked the feel of the older man’s hair – it was so soft plus it gave him a boyish air seeing it undone and flowing around his handsome face and shoulders.

Chav pressed his lips against Rais’s once more while wrapping his arms around the Captain’s neck. All the while their hips continued to pump in unison. This was complete and utter bliss. Chav knew their climax would be astronomical.

Their moans were muffled against the others lips as they both reached orgasm together. Rais’s semen flooded Chav’s hot tube with a series of intermittent spurts while the slave’s ejaculation created a small, warm pool on Rais’s bare chest. They remained that way for several moments as their breathing came under control.

Chav had nestled his head within the nook of Rais’s neck and shoulder and thought he could stay there forever. It wasn’t long before he felt himself being lifted and moved in the direction of the pool. He felt as Rais paused to step out of his pants that had been forgotten in their haste to join together; then entered the warm depths of the pool.

As the water washed away their sticky leavings; Chav was once again deep throating the Captains’ mouth with his wanting tongue. He simply loved the man’s taste and couldn’t get enough of it. His wet fingers played with the long, silky strands of ebony hair. He loved the way the damp tresses framed Rais’s face making him appear angelic.

“I love you,” The words escaped Chav’s lips before he’d really thought them through. The only thing on his mind was how long it would take for Rais to once again be buried deep within him. He began to move that process along by lowering one hand to grasp Rais’s now limp cock that hung between them. He began to stroke it almost immediately but it was short-lived when Rais grasped his hands between his and brought them to his lips.

“It’s late, I should get you back to the Atrium,” Rais replied.

Chav instantly realized that something had changed within his lover. “What’s wrong, what did I do?”

“Nothing,” Rais replied a little too quickly. “It’s just that I don’t have your schedule; and you may have clients during the daytime hours. It’d be best if you had a few hours sleep before then.”

“I don’t care about sleep; I just want to be with you,” Chav attempted to kiss Rais once more, but he failed to make contact with the Captains lips when Rais turned his face presenting him his cheek instead. The snub was clear, and Chav backed off immediately.

“It’s for the best,” Rais quickly exited the pool and retrieved two towels. He handed one to the now silent slave that had emerged behind him. The entire process of drying off, getting dressed and then leaving the private quarters was done in silence.

Once outside the doors of Chav’s atrium cell, Rais felt the need to say something. “I hope our coming together tonight hasn’t caused you any stress.” He reached out stroked Chav’s chin softly. “You’re a very good person Chav, and I don’t see that often in my line of work.” He gave him a brief, studious kiss on the cheek before saying, “Good night.”

Chav had a sinking feeling that this would be the last time he ever got close to the Captain. He’d blown it and he wasn’t sure how. All he’d done was tell Rais he loved him and everything changed. Was it because the older man believed his words were insincere? Or did he simply not like hearing them? Whatever the reason, as the doors closed behind him and he was left alone in his white padded cell; Chav felt bereft of everything that had made living in this whorehouse survivable. As the tears slid silently down his cheeks, he wondered if this feeling would ever go away.