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The two Eucla ordered two dangerously young looking girls. They ordered at the table and were presented with cards that were similar to credit cards, but slightly longer. When Ardent got his, he turned to Siran, who had vocalized the order. The Eucla had looked suspiciously at the male slave when he had ordered, but had given up trying to get Ardent to partake in the pleasure slave lineup.

Siran took the card and inspected it, asking the businessmen something in that language Ardent couldn't understand. The tall bald one replied and Siran nodded, “Apparently we'll take this card to the elevator, Sir. There will be a slot for it and then it'll take us to the appropriate floor.”

Ardent was only half way through his plate of... Curly... Stuff.... That Siran had ordered for him. It was good but not as good as what was on the menu for the rest of his night, “When is your food gonna get here? I'm ready to get the party started.”

Siran shook his head, “They do not cater to slaves here.”

Ardent rolled his eyes, “Why didn't you say something? I've been to enough BSM clubs to expect they'd put something on the floor for you.”

Siran actually grinned. It was so rare and fleeting. Not a smirk or a sneer but a real grin, Ardent realized he had missed it, “Sol do not eat often. And Eucla food does not sit well with us. I am a bit hungry but I could easily operate perfectly well for a few more days.”

Ardent sat back in his seat, “We'll get something for you on the way back to the hotel then, I suppose.”

“Thank you Master.” Siran said. He seemed to think for a moment before leaning over and setting his head in Ardent's lap.

Ardent gazed down at the new development, then back up at the Eucla across the table from him, “So, our company is mainly interested in building a series of outposts to make mining operations safer. Right now when there's a meteor shower on a mining planet we lose half of our employees and half our profits.”

“We have similar interests. However, slaves with mechanical experience are very valuable and rare. Eucla do not do dangerous works.” The man looked somber, “We would be interested in funding an outpost project that Humans wished to undertake. But we would need a cut of all profits made on the routes of those outposts, and dual usage.” it sounded as if he said the entire thing from memory.

“Of course. And we will go over those numbers tomorrow morning.”

They continued to talk for a while. It was boring and monotonous but Ardent was finding it easier to be personable. The Eucla were quite advanced, but so much so that without the Sol to do all their dirty work and have sex with them, they were pretty screwed. There really was a place for Humans to swoop in here, and his superiors would enjoy hearing that.

Ardent finally reached to the key to their room, smirking. He nodded to the men and they nodded as well, taking their keys. Ardent tapped Siran on the shoulder.

The slave didn't move. Ardent curled around the head in his lap, “Uh, Siran?”

The slave was asleep! What if he had needed something translated? Ardent gingerly shook Siran's shoulders, avoiding the few wounds that were still plenty apparent on them. It was just yesterday morning that he had fought away the bandits. Killed his own brother.

And he had been up all night through the sandstorm the night before. Ardent remembered that. Then he drove all night straight to morning. Ardent had slept the day away after their journey while Siran had seen to setting up his itinerary appointments.

He fiddled with the piercings that Siran had in his double-ridged ears. He had quite a lot of them.

The Eucla across the table noticed this development and called over some rather large Sol. It was telling to Ardent about the prize he had found that they were both a full head shorter than Siran. The two mean hoisted the sleeping slave out of Ardent's lap and one scanned the key on the table, before nodding and bowing as they carried Siran away.

He was more passed out than asleep.

The door opened into a hall with only about ten rooms leading off of it. It wasn't too hard for Ardent to match the characters on his card up with the ones on one of the doors.

He tried the card every single way it would go, before the lock slid and he pushed open the door.

What he saw literally took his breath away in an appreciative sigh.

The two guards had taken the liberty of locking Siran into a stretched spread eagle position upright against the back wall, the only restraints on him were metal rings around his wrists and ankles, they had already taken the liberty of stripping him down. They busied themselves with a few more preparations, cracking the seal on a large box and placing it on a low table next to the strung up slave.

Then one flipped out a device, and Ardent heard the cracking sound of electricity too late as the small hand held was pressed to Siran's stomach.

Swirling eyes snapped open, and a snarl ripped into the quiet room.

He couldn't move, but his stomach muscles continued to crawl and twitch as he calmed down and began to look around.

“I swear I did not see that coming.” Ardent said from across the room. The two Sol that had set him up quickly exited the room. “Are you okay?”

Siran looked down at himself, then back up at Ardent, “Yes. I am fine. I was simply startled. I am sorry that I lost consciousness.”

“Tonight I'm going to feed you, and let you sleep well into the day tomorrow.” Ardent came close to him, and ran a hand from the slaves hip up to his collar bone. “I'm afraid I have to fuck you first though.”

The restraints were easy to use and manipulate. Simple metal rings that worked off of each others magnetic fields to hold any position desired. Siran explained how to use them as best he could, but when Ardent picked up the thumb-drive-like controller the slaves eyes rolled black and bestial, and Ardent couldn't get any more English words from him.

He had him laying on he bed, arms spread wide and chest heaving with harsh breaths. His head rolled wildly and his hips wouldn't stop bucking up and inside Ardent at a fast, hard pace.

The Human had intended to thoroughly fuck his slave, and he had really made an attempt at it. He had been sucking the slave's massive cock when he realized that his body was aching to be filled. It was a sensation he rarely felt.

So he had taunted his slave. He slowly stretched himself on the bed, just out of Siran's reach. He used toys on himself, watching as Siran's face warped with feral hunger seeing the toys disappear inside of the Humans body and not being able to do anything about it.

And then he had straddled his slave, sinking down onto the giant staff as slowly as he could manage, partially to ensure his comfort but mostly to see Siran writhe and tear the skin of his wrists and ankles against the restraints as he tried to get free and impale Ardent with swift ferocity.

Finally Siran was allowed to pick up his brutal pace, and all Ardent could do was bear down against the powerful thrusts coming from underneath. When the giant cock overwhelmed him and he cramped or couldn't take it, he just leaned forward and took in less on each thrust.

Every time he did, Siran snarled and twisted, his muscles twitched and stretched beyond tension as he made every effort to pound inside his Human.

Finally the Sol let loose a roar that made the hairs stand up on Ardent's neck, flexing up and pumping a hot, sticky load deep, deep inside Ardent.

The human moaned and fell to the side.

The panted in silence for a second. Ardent felt... Nice. He had been so concerned with watching his slave, with monitoring the giant cock pounding him, he had been a little too distracted to take care of his own orgasm.

But he was exhausted. And what he had done felt great. Siran was laying next to him, passed out again. He looked down at the half hard on he was still sporting.

So maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world to exit a sexual encounter having not reached an orgasm. He had felt like Siran was crazy, offering to do such a thing for Ardent.

But he was happy having done it for Siran.


The two guards loaded Siran into the town car. They had wrapped his wrists and ankles in gauze so that where he had torn his flesh against the restraints wouldn't bleed on the interior of the car. Ardent followed him inside.

“Drive, Naserrin.” Ardent ordered.

He ordered Naserrin to go out and get some good food for Siran, who was tucked in to the soft large bed. He looked ridiculous, half buried in the rolling white comforter, only dark stripes of skin sinking back into the fluffy pillow-top. His one stripe of mohawked hair tousled as he unconsciously burrowed further into the down mountain.

Ardent really liked him. He sat in a large chair, staring at the bed, thinking about it.

It would be a nightmare to try to take him back to Earth. He had a good sense of the hierarchy of slave prices on this planet and he knew that Siran did not fall in the lower price percentile. He was a salary man, and with his life as a still-saying-he's-a-twenty-something gay man with no real commitments, he always had plenty of money, but this would probably be a stretch.

He could sell his car. He lived in LA and it was impossible to actually drive it anywhere. They were supposed to be connecting the new subway routes soon, that would extend to under his flat. There was always still that wonderfully probable mugging factor, but with his new bodyguard it probably wouldn't be an issue.

He'd have to get an Extraterrestrial Immigration License. That would take months, months that Siran would have to spend in quarantine orbit, and those stations were rough places. He could buy Siran and keep him here. The journey between systems took a week, however, and even though Ardent may be coming back for business a few times a year, the crossing was just so arduous he probably wouldn't make the trip of his own volition all too often.

The human tapped the mini bar, pouring himself a glass of something clear and almost sparkling. He returned to the chair and continued his study of the slave.

Siran thrashed just a little as he slept. It came in bouts, starting off as if he was uncomfortable but shifting into a panicked twisting in the sheets before calming again and being still. The slave still had those ridiculous X's on his nipples.

Did Siran want to leave? Ardent could only imagine a sentient life that wished to be free, it was entirely outside of his paradigm to believe anything else.

But he had been wrong before.

He hated to think of Siran staying here. Eucla businessmen and traders making the crossing, using Ninan even as Siran begged them not to, and using him when she was used up.

He knew the slave had probably been saved the majority of the horrors of the sexual trade on this planet, but some part of him wanted to protect the seven foot tall warrior from anything bad that could ever happen to him.

He sighed into his glass of alien alcohol.

If Siran came back to earth, he would be a free man. Ardent certainly couldn't stop him from leaving him if he wanted to.
There was a ring from the foyer, and Ardent quickly hopped up to answer it so that the noise did not wake Siran.

He picked up the hotel phone, “Hello?”

“Ardent. We just got word from the Eucla embassy. They said that they wish to send a group of men to our station to look at our facilities. They want to fund our outposts. How the hell did you do it?” His boss was never one for pleasantries.
Ardent stammered, surprised to hear his superiors voice, “I-Uh, really? I mean I knew that they were interested but honestly I didn't think we had really got on well.”

“Nonsense! They were spewing all types of weird stuff that I think was complimenting about you. They're a little weird they really liked how you looked. They were actually a little inappropriate about how you look. And they said this weird thing I forget what it was it was something like” He heard shuffling and his boss yelling for his assistant over the line.

“I really don't need to know what he said.” Ardent muttered.

“No it was strange and I liked it which is why-ah, thank you Sylvia,” he cleared his throat, “A flame red fae that can easily tame beasts and men, but chooses to consort with demons, how crazy does that sound?”

Ardent felt faint as all the blood rushed to his face, “Did the whole thing sound like that?”

“Yeah we have to rethink the messages we send them because that's how all of their correspondences sound. But they really seem to respect you. I knew you were the right man for the job! Everyone told me you were a little flaky and bad with people but I knew you were the one for this mission!”

“Well thank you sir.”

“I'm serious! The CEO himself sent me all this, he said to me that we should put you in charge of all outpost operations!” his boss was starting to sound permanently surprised, the position he was talking about would be a position be equal to his own. “That is quite the promotion for just having a dinner!”

“Yes sir. I've always been good at dinner.” Had all this really transpired in the two hours since he had seen the Eucla? They must have been quick about pedophiling all over their slaves.

“Okay. Well we're going to be sending you a revised agenda for tomorrows meeting, since the dinner apparently went so well. I didn't even know you were supposed to have dinner.”

“Neither did I.”

“Well it was for the best apparently. Call me after the meeting tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” Ardent said before hanging up.

There was a timid knock on the door, and Naserrin let herself in, “They're bringing it up on a cart. Y-you told me to get him something he'd like, so I went to a few places. I didn't know what he'd prefer. I didn't want to spend too much, but-” She shakily held up the company credit card he had given her.

He had been too mean to her, if she was this terrified. Ardent took the card and smiled, “Did you get something that you'd like?”

She immediately looked immediately ashamed, her pale gray cheeks draining of all color, “I-I only went to my favorite place because I thought he might like it!”
“It's okay. Eat with us. He should be up soon, I think he's gone from being passed out to just sleeping.”

She smiled a tiny smile and scuffed her foot on the ground, “Thank you, Master.”

“What is the difference between Eucla food and Sol Food?” He asked, sitting down at the small table in the foyer and gesturing her towards the other seat.

“The Eucla get a lot of their vitamins from their food, where sol get actual nutrients from the sun. That is why it is common for Sol to wear little clothing.” She herself was wearing quite a lot of clothing for a slave, a full shirt with cap sleeves and a small pair of shorts. “I'm a city slave. I've been bred to not need as much sun. Darker slaves like Siran need more. But we all eat the same. About twice a week. Leafy green vegetables are toxic to us, so we eat only acidic fruits or meats.”

Sounded like Siran would do fine in California... Ardent shook the thought from his head. “Well that sounds like it should be fine for me to eat as well.”

She nodded, “Humans actually have some of the least sensitive stomachs of any of our visitors. And very adaptable, Master.”

Another knock on the door, and Naserrin jumped up to answer it before Ardent could make a move. Naserrin accepted the cart and wheeled it into the dining room area.

Ardent went back to the bedroom to wake Siran. He had tangled himself further into the pristine white bed, and was now letting out a slight snore. Ardent finally kicked off his shoes and crawled in to bed behind the slave.

He settled in, wrapping his arms around Siran from behind, and resting his head in the crook of his neck. The slave smelled like the hotel shampoo and hot sand.

“Siran.” He muttered, squeezing him around his chest.

Siran stirred, taking in a deep sigh and letting it out shakily, “Ar... Master?”

“Mmm.” Ardent just hummed into his neck, kissing the dark bronze skin there.

“Master...” Siran relaxed his frame back in to Ardent's, “Master please...”

“Please what?” Ardent asked in a hushed murmur.

“Please fuck me.” it was only a whisper, but it was heavy and thick and Ardent's cock, remembering it's unfinished business, sprang up to attention.

There were oils on the bedside table, Siran reached out a long arm and grabbed one of the vials, handing it over his shoulder to Ardent.

The human quickly undid the front of his trousers and pulled down the tight black pants his slave wore over the dangerously plump muscle of his ass. As soon as he could he pressed his fingers in between the soft, muscular cheeks and found the pucker waiting for him there.

Siran panted, but made no demands, he stayed on his side, limp but responsive to very touch. He moaned into the pillows as Ardent breached his body with his lubed cock. He slid himself inside slowly, and eventually Siran's moan morphed into a demanding keen, and he arched his back to seat Ardent fully inside of him.

Ardent didn't thrust right away, he clung to Siran, exploring his body with groping hands and playing with his ear piercings with his tongue.

Siran started to move his hips, fucking himself back on Ardent's cock, letting filthy sounds fall from his lips into the pillow as he did so.

The Human's hands fell to the slaves hips, and he started to piston his hips into Siran.

Siran went quiet save for his deep, ragged breaths.

Ardent sped up. Siran moaned. The slave's fist was pumping his own cock in time with Ardent's thrusts.

It was fast, and entirely too soon Ardent felt his belly tighten, his fists clench on his slaves hips, and his head ripped back as orgasm ripped through him.
“Aaarde... Mm. Mast-” Siran shuddered and his muscles clamped down around Ardent's spent cock almost painfully.

They panted, still pressed together, Ardent still inside Siran.

Siran looked back at Ardent, his pupils slowly returning to their normal slit, “I didn't...” Ardent kissed him. No tongue, just pressing his lips to his.

Ardent slid out of Siran, slapping his ass playfully as he exited the other side of the bed, he went to the bathroom and got a rag, wetting it slightly before returning to the slave on the bed, who was attempting to go back to sleep, “No you gotta get up and eat. Then you can sleep.” he wiped the slave's seed of of his hard, tan belly. “Leaking?” he asked holding out the towel.

Siran snatched the towel and gave Ardent a very nearly annoyed look. Ardent smirked at him and went in to the dining room.

Naserrin was standing beside the table, her face beet red. “Should I put the food on the table?”

“Yeah. Then sit. You want a drink?” he went over to the mini bar.

“Oh no sir.” she shook her head, still blushing.

Siran walked into the small dining room, his pants pulled up but still shirtless and looking sufficiently tousled. “Glass of the green one.” he muttered over to Ardent.

Ardent grabbed the appropriate bottle and poured two glasses. He sat down at the table next to Siran and handed him one.

The slave threw the entire contents of the glass down his throat before reaching out to a carton and consuming it entirely.

Ardent didn't like the food that much, it was very spicy and soupy, all of the dishes slopped together, sticking in one glob by something that looked, but didn't taste, like cheese.

The meats were dry.

The fruits were also dry, and bitter.

Siran watched him eat with a grin on his face, “Sir, we can get you something more palatable. Don't feel like you need to eat slave food. We don't even think it's great, it just doesn't make us sick.”

“I like it very much, Master.” Naserrin said quietly into her carton.
They both just stared at her for a moment. Ardent couldn't help but think it was a shame she was so unlikeable.

“So..” Ardent cleared his throat, pushing the nearly unpalatable food to the side, “How much do slave's actually cost here?”

Siran glanced at him for only a second before staring very hard at his dinner, “If you are interested in purchasing a slave, there is time for Naserrin to take you to a Market before we depart.”

“No I was just kind of wondering. People as a commodity, I know absolutely nothing about it.” Ardent shrugged.

Siran allowed his gaze to leave his food, meeting Ardent's eyes, “It depends. Our price increases with our skill sets. I have weapons skills and I know many languages. Those are very highly regarded skills, as well as me being well-bodied and healthy. I would be cheapened by my scars. Someone like Naserrin would be nearly as valuable. She is young and very pretty. And those make up for her lacking a technical skill.”

“So... A number?” Ardent fished.
Siran looked at him sharply, “I do not know conversions.”

“Ah.” Ardent sat back in the awkward silence that ensued, “Have I offended you, Siran?”

Siran chewed, and glanced at Naserrin, then back at him, “No.”