Slate

Sorry for the delay, I should be finishing this within the week. Just got a little distracted with entirely too many things. Short chapter, from Siran's perspective. Enjoy!


Siran didn't like to think very often. When he did, it was only to learn a new pattern that he would need to survive.

But when he had seen Ardent, he had thought that he was very attractive. Actually, he was breathtaking. Red was the color of a warrior, and his flesh was blindingly pale, as if the sun shone off his very skin. Siran had never seen anything like it.
He was eager to lay with the man. He rarely got to be excited about the people that he got to have sex with. He barely kept control the first time, and then Ardent had asked him to lose it.

And allowed him to penetrate.

He could think on his sexual encounters with Ardent forever. And be happy.

Ardent liked his body. He felt like a man again, with Ardent. He felt a person that he hadn't been since he was a teenager resurface, and attempt to break free. That person had grown, he had matured, but it had been a long time since he was free.

Now that he was that person, and he felt that person... Becoming attached.

It hurt, because he was still just a slave. Ardent had interest in buying a slave now. Siran was confident enough to realize that he himself had probably inspired this interest. He didn't want to be Ardent's slave. To think about it made him feel nauseous.


Siran slept well past the time that Ardent woke. When the slave finally stirred, he was alone in bed. A quick glance at the clock told him that Ardent was at his first appointment of the day without him.

Foolish of the human, to travel on an alien plant without a guard. Not that he was in any imminent danger in this particular situation, but Siran was still uneasy that the man had gone without him.

He quickly got up and went to the bathroom, he went about cleaning, stretching and lubricating his ass as he did every morning before showering quickly and dressing.

Down in the lobby he asked the woman at the front desk to call him a taxi. It was a little unconventional, as usually slaves would take public transportation to meet with their Masters. But he was sure Ardent would not begrudge him the cost of the taxi and something about Siran was giant and terrifying enough that he was rarely questioned for written instructions from his Master.


“Master. You should not have left without me.” Siran was waiting in the lobby, watching every person coming and going with great attentiveness. The security guards noticed that the lobby of the bustling building had never been quite so obediently silent.

Ardent jumped as the sharp voice cut through the silent hall behind him, “Oh thank god you're here. I have Naserrin waiting with the car but I don-”

Siran wanted to strangle him. Instead he turned on his heel and went to the desk, giving the visitors number that he had assigned Ardent when he drafted all of his itinerary appointments. The woman nodded and picked up the communicator to call the parking garage so that someone could signal to Naserrin to pull the car around.

Ardent had no concept of how anything worked! He was like a child! What if he had just wandered out onto the street, looking for the damn car?

Siran knew he was overreacting, but also knew that his fears were valid. Men and Women, all very powerful Eucla slowed to stare at Ardent as they bustled through the lobby. The stupid human had no idea how beautiful he was to them all...

He walked up to the Human's side, “Follow me, Naserrin should be around soon, Master.”

Ardent smiled at him and nodded, following him. It unnerved Siran a little that he so readily followed behind him. Any Eucla would walk in front of him and expect to be verbally directed, but Ardent easily fell behind, head swiveling around as he took in his surroundings with those honey-flecked hazel green eyes.


In the car, he lowered his head to Ardent's lap, nuzzling against his groin in as close as he could get to asking for permission.

Begging was one thing, begging to be fucked, begging to be used. It pleased his Masters to hear those things, and he was supposed to please them. But this was different, he was asking to please his Master, and he really didn't want him to say no.

Ardent unzipped his pants, and Siran batted his hands away as he reached inside and freed his cock from the cloth.

His skin was so devastatingly soft. The slave slowly started to suck the still soft flesh, enjoying the feeling of the staff slowly hardening between his lips. It proved something, right? That he could arouse this beautiful Master, and that Ardent never denied him? He had done little to earn it, but Siran was being treated as the favored slave. He had never been favored before.

He had heard of it, of wealthy Eucla that find themselves enamored with just one slave. They give that slave all the same privileges they would to a lover or a child, except instead of love it was favor. A favored slave was a coveted thing to be, indeed.

Usually it was girls like Naserrin. Older Eucla who had been with their wives for a very long time find that while they don't want their wife any more, they don't have the youthful energy to pick up a new slave every night, and end up forming an attachment to just one.

Girls like Naserrin dreamed of being where he was now, next to his Master with fingers running through his hair and over his shoulders and back. The caring hands rubbed on him, relaxing his muscles as he went about the privilege of pleasing his master.

The only think Siran regretted about his Master's cock buried in his mouth was that he could not look up and watch his face. His ears still rang slightly from the attack a few days ago, and he strained them to hear the noises Ardent made.

Little gasps. Nearly inaudible moans. Every little noise hit Siran like a blow, unignorable, strong and breathtaking.

Too soon he felt the hands tighten on his shoulders, he buried his face entirely to his Master's groin on more time as the staff spasmed and pumped hot, salty cum down Siran's throat.

And then Ardent lifted his head, pushed him back against his own side of the car, and kissed him deeply like they were teenagers.

Siran was almost smiling into every hot lick, his eyes flicking occasionally to the rear view mirror, where he would meet Naserrin's eyes.

She enviously glared back at him, jealous of the amorously favored slave.