Kaden

Kaden


Hey everyone, this is my first story here, I hope you enjoy this. Originally under the general section, I decided to move it to slash. I haven't updated this in a while but suddenly found inspiration to continue. I've compressed the first three chapters into one. I hope you enjoy the story...

Faeli.


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Jareth smiled as he took the lift down from his penthouse in his hotel. The young successor to his late fathers hotel industries; he was nineteen and precocious, already achieving deals and acquiring new, valuable property at a astoundingly swift rate. Profit margins had risen by a good thirty-two percent in less than six months. An unheard of accomplishment, especially when business had been booming before.

His staff adored him and his business colleagues had learnt to respect him, regardless of his age. His rivals were wary, this was a man to be watched. The year 3067, earth had been saved from destruction by the invention of ‘Space houses’.

Michelle Christine, an ex-NASA scientist devoted her retirement years to a project she had hoped could save mankind from polluting and warring the world to an early apocalypse.

It had worked. Mass colonies now inhabited the space in giant floating ‘spaceships’. Each one was massive, able to house more than two billion people luxuriously at any given time. Satellite made communication possible between these ships and landing docks were formed on several nearby planets. Visits to earth were controlled, severely limited. Scientists observed the planet and would continue to do so until the endangered species had repopulated themselves and the earth repaired itself.

Somewhere along this wait, contact with aliens had been discovered. So far, they looked similar to humans. The discovered people inhabited a small planet in a nearby planetary system, discovered by an accidental drifting containment ship. They had been a technologically advanced race as well, and had no distinctive different races. All possessed fair skin and kept long dark or red hair. The only distinguishing thing they had were beautifully coloured eyes, in shades from all over the colour spectrum.

No one alien had precisely the same eyeshade, and this was further distinguishable as they had cat’s eye pupils, but not irises. All of their pupils contained two different colours, one on the outer and one on the inner circle of the pupil.

The exotic looking people had a completely different form of society from the people of earth however, following a rather tribal way of governance, with domineering castes and a matriarchal structure. Many of them had slaves, who weren’t typical in the sense that they were for life. Owners would treat them well, typically believing that happy slaves work harder. There were several different kinds of slaves, ranging from hard labour workers to house workers.

And the celebrated fact amongst the earth people was that they were saleable to outsiders as well. Provided you could pay enough in gold, the only recognized trading material on both worlds. The seller would also arrange a meeting with all customers to judge if the were satisfactory, and would not damage the slaves unnecessarily.

Jareth had arranged for a private interview with one of the finest slave traders on the planet. He had passed the tests with flying colours. He had decided to buy a slave because he had decided it would to easy for one of his enemies to plant a spy by emotional means. He had abstained from any relations thus far because of that and the fact that most of his suitors were mainly after his fame or fortune, possibly both. He needed someone who would be assuredly loyal to him, controllable. A pleasure slave had been the perfect solution. With the amount of money he had amassed plus his own inheritance, the small fortune asked for a slave was a pittance and unnoticeable on his bank account.

Today he would descend to the planet Ohoa to view the trader’s wares. Positive of his preferences, he went to purchase his slave boy.

Driven to the warehouse in a horse carriage, he marveled at the strange botany along the way and wondered at the odd animals. Finally arriving, he was greeted genially by his host and brought to see the pleasure slaves. They were svelte and buck naked, exhibiting their smooth skin and exposing their genitals for his inspection. Unbound hair cascaded down their bodies, the shortest length reaching the waist of one.

One specimen caught his eye, his hair a beautiful shade of brownish red, the light from the open doorway giving a glow to his obviously well tended hair. Moving to his side, he ran his fingers through the boy’s thigh length hair. The silky texture parted easily and a pretty face gazed up at him obscured in part by an amazingly long pair of eyelashes. Glancing down, he saw that his penis was wonderfully long and an acceptable thickness even in its dormant state. The boy’s sack was just the right size too; turning him around, Jareth brushed the sleek hair to the front and looked over the creamy expense of skin, starting from his pretty shoulders and down to his pert backside. Reaching out once more, he swept his fingers over a shoulder blade and was delighted to find the skin was as soft as it had looked.

Turning him again, he surveyed his eyes; they were a slate grey shade on the inside and a light green on the outer edge of his pupils. An aquiline shaped nose, and sensual lips of the prettiest shade of coral pink like a Grecian sculpture brought to life. Looking him over again, he smiled and said, “I’ll take him.”


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As his chosen boy was taken away to be prepared for he journey ahead, Jareth was approached by the trader, nodding to his translator, he went to sit down on a nearby bench. Five minutes later, his translator reported back and relayed the message. The boy's name was Kaden and he was apparently one of the newer slaves. Untouched and a virgin.

The trader came over to him and started speaking, the translator repeated, "The newer slaves are more emotionally needy, more vulnerable. Please take of Kaden, he will serve you well. Congratulations on your purchase sir, you have fine taste indeed. There is a traditional gift of complimentary items," he continued, passing him a leather bag, "Inside are several assorted items that you might find useful, including a personal report of your slave's training and abilities. I hope you enjoy him." So saying, the lady and the translator walked away, leaving Jareth alone with the bag.

Jareth was taken back to his carriage shortly after, and his slave was waiting there for him. He had been wrapped several times in a large grey sheet of silk. A fine silver chain studded with tiny crystals was drapped around his body, starting around his neck and falling down to the waist where it was wound around twice, the remainder continuing down to his feet. Jareth surmised this was their version of gift wrapping. Entering the carriage compartment, he held out a held for his new acquisition. The boy lifted his gaze off the floor and looked at his hand shyly, after a short moment, he placed his hand on Jareth's hesitantly. Gripping it firmly, Jareth pulled hard and tugged Kaden over the compartment steps to tumble straight into his lap. The boy flushed fetchingly and he suppressed a chuckle. Burying a hand in the luxurious hair, Jareth brought it close to his face and breathed in deeply. It smelled like strawberries and jasmine. An odd but pleasing combination regardless. Pulling him back, Jareth tucked his slave's head in the hollow of his right shoulder and wrapped his arms around his slender waist. In this manner, they stayed the rest of the trip to the space shuttle docks.

They were brought to the transport shuttle soon and were quickly taken back to the main ship. Jareth found himself wishing the ride could have lasted a little longer. Still, he cheered, he could have as much time as he wished with his slave, so he supposed it didn't really matter that much. He was just getting comfortable, that was all. The car took them back to his penthouse at one of his hotels. Holding the boy's hand, he walked them to the lifts. Along the way, they were stopped and greeted several times by the staff.

"Good morning Sir, How was your surface trip?"

"Good day Sir."

"Welcome back Sir."

"Hello Sir, how was your trip?"

And so on. Jareth greeted his employees politely back, sneaking glances at the boy to see how he was taking this. He was oddly happy when Kaden's face showed his awe and amazement. Pulling him closer, Jareth placed an arm around his shoulders, broadcasting his possessive and protectiveness of the boy.

In the lift, the boy watched the fish swimming inside the glass tanks inlaid into the elevator with fascination. The ride up was long and as he studied the fish, Jareth studied him. Or more precisely, Jareth monitored his emotions, hoping all this wasn't too overwhelming for him. The thought of being in his position was not a comfortable one, and he felt an overwhelming sense of empathetic guilt. Since polite society had done away with slavery long ago, he also felt rather displaced. Now, slavery was once again being allowed but only for those slaves from the alien world. He frowned as he considered that this might not have been one of his best ideas.

As the door opened to his floor, he was pulled out of his musings by the sound of the elevator bell. The two body guards outside the doors nodded to him respectfully, wishing him a good day. Producing the card key from around his neck, he swiped it into the slot, then lowered his eye to the scanner. Placing his hand on the door, he opened it and ushered Kaden inside. Stepping on the linoleum pad of the moving lane, he stated his destination in a clear voice. "The kitchen." Smiling at the boy who was still gaping at the extravagant furnishings, he chuckled as the slave gave a yelp when the floor moved under his feet, transporting them to the kitchen.

He reached out and steadied him and as the conveyance belt moved them along, he plucked up his courage and drew the boy closer to face him. Placing a hand behind Kaden's head, he lowered his face closer and pressed their lips together. Blushing at the contact, he continued for sometime before the belt stopped in front of the kitchen doors. Lifting away with great reluctance, he opened them and walked in.

Licking his lips, Jareth went to the fridge and took out a tomato, lettuce, mayonnaise, three boiled eggs, a small wheel of beef flavoured cheese, some butter and some lemonade. placing everything on the counter, he turned to Kaden and taking his hand, sat him at the kitchen table. Peeling open the eggs, he placed them in the egg slicer and put them aside. Peeling off some lettuce from the lettuce head, he started slicing the tomato next. Cutting the cheese into thin slices, he opened a cupboard and took out some bread. Spreading the mayonnaise over it, he reached for the salt and pepper shakers, sprinkling over the spread liberally. He layered the bread with slices of egg cheese and tomato, finishing with the lettuce. Covering it all with a second buttered slice of bread, he repeated the process several times until there was four sandwiches. Placing these in the oven, he waited for the cheese to melt, cleaning up the counter. When the food was ready, he placed it on a plate, poured the lemonade in a large glass over a handful of ice and brought it all over to the table.

Picking up a sandwich, he held it out to the boy and watched as he lifted his head and looked at him questioningly. "It's food, for you," he explained, before realising Kaden probably didn't understand what he was saying. Standing up, he went to the living room and returned with ear plugs and a translating device. The boy looked slightly afraid as he placed the plugs into his ear but withstood it all with a visible tension. When Jareth switched the device on, he waited for a while before he spoke. "Do you understand me?"

The boy stared at him in wonder before replying...

"Yes."

Smiling at him, Jareth held out the sandwich once more, "This is for you, it's food. We have automatic food processor but I prefer making my food by hand. Feels more real somehow." Kaden accepted the sandwich timidly before saying, "Thank you Master," nibbling on it, he never took his eyes of Jareth. Shaking his head, Jareth moved closer to him before replying. "You're most welcome, to it and anything else you want. Just tell me if you want something. And I would like you to address me by my name, I'm Jareth."

Blushing again, Kaden nodded shyly. Jareth took a sandwich too, but replaced it after a while. His nerves weren't quite up to food just yet. Mentally slapping himself, Jareth wondered why he was so jumpy. It wasn't like it was his normal behavior. He had faced far more intimidating situations boldly and unflinchingly, so why did this boy turn him into an introvert?

Realization struck. It was actually to be expected, he mused. Having shied away from such encounters before, this was one aspect of social interaction he had not experienced yet. And with such a beauty on his first attempt, it seemed his tongue had tied itself into a Gordian knot. Steeling himself with the fact that Kaden was his slave and therefore in no position to judge his smoothness or lack there off, just didn't seem to work. Something about the boy's fine, delicate features, his other worldly beauty, (no pun intended) caused him to consider each word carefully, weighing them nervously.

Sitting down next to him, he placed a kiss on Kaden's cheek. Kaden looked up in askance, and Jareth realized he had only eaten the sandwich he gave him and had not touched the lemonade. Frowning, he asked, "Are you not hungry? Or thirsty? I made this for you, I'm not hungry myself. "The boy shook his head before replying haltingly, "I'm quite full Mas... Jareth." Pleased he remembered, Jareth held out the glass to him. "Well aren't you thirsty?"

Kaden took it from him slowly, "A bit", he admitted. Drinking hurriedly, Kaden blushingly looked away from Jareth, who was busy admiring the way his throat moved, as he
swallowed the lemonade, The smooth curve gently moved and he was almost sorry when the boy replaced the glass on the table. Holding out his hand again, he was pleased when the boy placed his palm on his with less hesitation. The only indication of his slight uncertainty was the almost imperceptible tremble in his hand at the first contact.

Stepping on the mobile pad once more, Jared ordered, "The bedroom."

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Pushing open the door, my master, or Jareth, as he bade me call him, walked in. I followed closely on his heels, wondering what he intended to do with me. A stupid question really, seeing what I had been in training for.

Sex.

I sight the bed and a smug voice inside my head tells me, ‘See, I told you.’ I feel a frisson of fear run down my spine. I was a virgin, or as much of a virgin as I could be given my extensive studies in the field of bed play. I knew very well my previous owner did not trade with those he felt would mistreat his slaves but still the fear of the unknown caused me to tremble slightly.

My master had thus far been strangely kind to me. To not abuse a slave was one thing, to personally prepare their meal for them was going beyond his responsibilities by far. I wondered at his apparent haste to bed me but was determined he should find no fault in my skills. Nervously, I followed him to the bed and as he sat down, I knelt in front of him, looking down demurely. My master gave a soft exclamation and rose hurriedly. The sudden move put my face directly in front of his crotch. I leaned forward and was about to rub my face against him when he sunk onto his knees in front of me.

Surprised, I straightened and the proximity of my master caused me to lose my balance and fall down. I flushed in shame and turned my face away. For all my years in training, to be graceful, elegant, poised, I had failed to become so in front of the one person it mattered to. I should have anticipated my master move, hadn’t my teacher always said a good slave needed to know his master’s wishes even before he realized them? I had failed both him and my new master. Stricken, I peeked at him to see how angry he was. My heart plummeted when I saw his frown. I was sure I couldn’t have made a worse impression if I had tried.

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As I led the way into the room, I decided we wouldn't do anything sexual in nature yet. I felt we should get to know each other first. Like the trader had told me, a slave is for life. Forgetting my plans to have a 24/7 bed mate, I actually wanted to have a relationship with this boy. He had enchanted me from the moment I laid eyes on him.

A moment later I realized my error and mentally shook myself free of all my relationship fantasies, scolding myself. I had bought him, paid for him, just as easily as buying a new suit. He had no choice in the matter. This would be nothing remotely similar to my daydreams. How could a relationship based on slavery work? Besides, the whole point of having a slave was so I wouldn’t have to worry about emotional ties and those who would take advantage of them. A lover who wouldn’t be indispensable…

Somehow I had a feeling that wasn’t going to work anymore.

I almost groaned, barely a few hours had passed and I already found myself regretting my supposed brain wave. I supposed I was invariably due to a fall one of these days, thus far having been rather lucky in my business dealings. Not that I regretted meeting him. Glancing at him, I smiled. He was just too adorable for words. But I hated that he was forced to do this. That he wasn't here out of his own free will. That he wasn't here, with me, by his choice.

Shaking my head I almost groaned when I realized I was practically besotted.

Sitting on my bed, I waited for him to join me and was bewildered when he sunk gracefully on his knees in front of me. I stood up, intending to pull him on his feet but that was a mistake. Unfortunately, I had not taken into consideration where this would position his face. I realized my faux pas and knelt down posthaste.

My sudden move must have upset his equilibrium because he lost his balance and fell backwards. I had to smile at the picture he made, sprawled out on his ass with that adorably confused expression on his face. I was about to laugh out loud when I noticed he wouldn't meet my eyes. Frowning, I caught him cast a furtive glance at me, beneath his impressively long eyelashes. As soon as he looked at me, he glanced downwards again.

I moved closer and cupped his face in my hand. Tilting it upwards, I was alarmed to find them luminous with pooling moisture. Even as I noted it, a tear was beginning to slip over the dangerously full precipice of his lower eyelid. It fell down his cheek, flattening the fine hairs on his face that it rolled over and sank into the crack between my hand and his face.

I rubbed out the wet trail it left with my thumb and gently picked him up. Carrying him bridal style, I turned to the bed and awkwardly bent over the side, depositing him in the middle of the bed. As soon as I removed my hands, he stiffened and curled tightly into a ‘Kaden’ ball.

I ruefully remarked out loud, “I supposed the stress of the trip here finally got to you, huh?” Crawling over to him, I pulled him close and curled up behind him. I hugged him with my right arm and rubbed my left hand up and down his arm soothingly. Continuing in this manner for the next five or so minutes, until he had calmed down, I then reached for the remote on the side table and turned the lights off. Pulling the blankets over both our heads, I wriggled as close as possible and shut my eyes. Eventually I fell asleep.