Protius had supplied the information about michael's home world to Raven. "Earth?" I don't know that I've heard of it. Let me do some research." Raven DID do her own research, but she had friends, and clients, throughout the city and the country. She got busy. "Oh yes, Earth" Loressa, one of her former hunters started explaining "It's a fair trip from here, but not impossible. Maybe a 4 month ride." "FOUR MONTHS? How was he traveling for four months and still looking so, well..." Raven was thinking "appetizing?" Her question to Loressa was phrased differently, and when Loressa answered, she understood. "Well, yes, the straight line distance from our world to Earth is four months, if all goes right. But the convoy - the one I think you're referring to - it was what they call a "hopper." They move from small world to small world, working their way toward big trades. But still Loressa. To be gone that long?" "Raven, it is POSSIBLE that he was a prisoner on some outer world and escaped. Or, it is possible that he had already been traveling over time to escape his home world. That is always possible. "Hmmmm." More merchandise from Earth would be very profitable. How to get it? Even Raven did not have the resources to undertake that kind of enterprise, at least not yet. She'd have to give it more thought. But first, she had a debt to pay and Raven ALWAYS paid her debts. She contacted Protius. "Raven. It is good to hear from you and to see your face." Protius was hoping against hope. Did she have his reward? She did. He saw her smile, and reach out to pull a squirming struggling gagged young man to the screen. "Protius, I would like you to meet Gemmex." Gemmex was tall, thin, and had dark, lanky hair. He looked scared, but he fought against the harness Protius saw was on his upper body. Raven had positioned it so that Gemmex' nipples protruded attractively. "If you can stop by on your day off, Protius, he is yours." "BY A COMET'S TAIL, HE IS BEAUTIFUL RAVEN." Raven laughed. She had known Protius for close to ten years. He was not prone to even the mildest of oaths. Yes, she had found a way to perhaps get what she wanted. I agree, Protius. Then she explained that he had been the communications officer on a small ship: a crew of three. They had come to Frilcus on what we would call "shore leave." He and his crew were very similar looking, but showed distinctions. She smiled when she thought of Gemmex' exceptionally long, shapely feet. She didn't tell Protius about them. He'd find out. THAT she knew. "I may ask you to do me one more more favor, Protius. But of course, you can come and get Gemmex as soon as you like. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!" Gemmex, gagged, tried to scream. The screaming stopped when Raven used HER tazer. He knew what would happen. All "sailors" from Gemmex' planet had been warned about abduction if they visited Frilcus. They were young cocky men so of course, they had ignored the warnings.
Maximus smiled when he saw Protius leading the young Gemmex into the estate. "You have saved your money Protius and... bought yourself a treasure." He looked over Gemmex. "And he is a treasure indeed. What is his name?" "For now, my Lord, his name is Gemmex. I am not sure if I will retain that name or... perhaps change it to Gemnopro. " (In the language of Frilcus, that would mean "property of Protius."). He is indeed lovely. I am wondering: perhaps he is adept at the arts such as dancing? If he is, perhaps he can be part of the dancing troupe for banquets after you have... 'integrated' him into our household?" "I will consider it, My Lord. How goes it with your michael?" "Ah," Maximus smiled. "I believe that we WILL be having a banquet tonight. I believe he is ready for presentation to the other nobles. He has learned his place but.... "The chair of silence? Shall I prepare it?" "Protius! You are always one step ahead of me. Yes, indeed. I would have him displayed. There will be some who will not be interested but others... others will ... shall we say be interested?" Maximus knew that he was not the only warlord on Frilcus who favored men of michael's type. As far as he knew, however, michael was the only specimen on the planet to possess such beauty and such... desirability. As he thought about it, he realized: he desired michael NOW. He walked off to the slave quarters to fetch his boy.
"MICHAEL. I desire you! TO MY SIDE." michael was engaged in some kind of gambling game with another slave. He was slow to acknowledge Maximus. "MICHAEL! I AM GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO WALK BACK TO MY QUARTERS WITHOUT THE SILVER NIPPLE CLAMPS. BUT OF COURSE, IF YOU WOULD PREFER THOSE..."
The silver nipple clamps: the ones which rotated under their own will. Maximus had used them more than once. The speed of their rotation could be varied and, as with all such clamps, the degree of attachment could vary. The last time, Maximus had barely placed them on michael's nipples but had sped up the rotation. It was less than 5 minutes before michael gave in and started begging Maximus to fuck him. "YES MASTER MAXIMUS. I HEAR AND OBEY." michael did have his collar now, and it kept his head from leaning forward too far. "I see you wear the blue garment we found in our storerooms." They were buttonfront jeans. A size too small, but they showed off how firm and how beautiful michael's ass was. More than one slave had desired to play with it, but knew better. "Protius has brought back his own slave today. Young. Green. And totally adorable. I will expect you to assist him in learning his duties." michael snorted. "Shouldn't be too hard. Lay on your back and spread your leg for someone to shove his cock in you. How hard is that?" Maximus laughed. "YOU seemed to have difficulties with it." "I still do," michael grunted. "Well, perhaps you need a remedial lesson before our welcoming party tonight." michael knew better than to fight back when Maximus tightened his grip on his bicep. "From behind today, slave. The way a bitch would take it from another dog. Because that's what you are. A BLOND BITCH." They were back at Maximus' quarters now. He gave michael a brutal shove that left him face down on the bed. A quick grasp underneath michael, and the buttons were opened and Maximus began pulling down the jeans. "I'm still sore from yesterday." "And you're still mouthy from the first day. Maybe a gag will help with your.... deportment. Open your mouth. "FUCK YOU" "OPEN. YOUR. MOUTH." With the jeans down, michael's balls had no protection and they were in Maximus' hands, being rolled around less than gently. michael knew a hard squeeze was next unless.... He opened up wide, and Maximus shoved a gag in. "GOOD BOY. You're a reluctant slave, but you recognize.. you're a slave nonetheless. Aren't you, slave bitch michael?" Maximus pressed his thumb to michael's ass crack and pushed until he heard michael beginning to moan. When that happened, he switched to his index finger, sliding it up michael's crack like a doctor giving an exam. "Spread those legs, handsome slave. Nice and wide." Maximus had slipped a second finger into michael's ass, and begin to slide them back and forth. Whatever pain michael had been feeling was replaced by a sense of pleasure, and the tone of his moans changed. He felt Maximus lay on his back and whisper into his ear "I could probably take you three or four times a day, you beast. Today, it will only be two. Or maybe three." michael pulled at the restraints on his wrists. It did him no good, and then. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" what the HELL?" He couldn't see, but Maximus had begun eating his hole, something that no one had ever done to him. michael couldn't help himself. He pushed his ass closer into Maximus and his owner's tongue went deeper. Had he not been gagged, michael would have been begging Maximus not to stop. He knew he would stop though, because he felt the now familar cock slapping against his ass cheeks. Then something bigger than Maximus' two fingers penetrated him, with much more force. "PUSH THAT ASS BACK BITCH, OR YOU WON'T GET TONGUE EVER AGAIN." michael didn't hesitate. It sounded like a promise for more. He pushed up and took more cock. Maximus went deeper. He growled. "So we know... There's more than one way to totally overpower my big studly slave. I can't wait to do both at the same time." michael assumed Maximus was talking about eating his ass while he worked his nipples. He began to harden. To seriously harden. The slaves' quarters were filled with handsome men and then.. there was the adjoining quarters with women slaves. "At some point they'll try to breed you. They do that with ALL the slaves." michael was already looking over the women trying to choose the one he wanted. He had forgotten he didn't have that choice. Well, maybe if he got on Maximus' good side. If she looked like that woman who drugged him. FUCK. She was hot. michael's reverie ended as Maximus began pumping, harder and harder. "YOU WILL LEARN BITCH, THAT YOU HAVE ONE MASTER AND YOU SERVE ONLY HIM. IF I HEAR OF ANYTHING HAPPENING WITH ANOTHER SLAVE..." He reached under and grabbed michael's balls again. "I think you know by now these are only here for my pleasure. You have seen some of the other slaves. It could happen to you. Good behavior will prevent it. That and a proper attitude. NOW TAKE MY LOAD YOU FUCKING MANCUNT SLAVE BITCH." Fluids poured into michael's ass, and his own cock was getting harder, and harder. When had he last shot? He honestly couldn't remember: all he remembered was the punishment for trying to . When Maximus rolled him onto his back, his wrists still secured, michael saw the scheming look on Maximus' face, and then felt his long fingers surround his swollen cock. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG" Maximus began sliding back and forth. His hand was moist from his own jizz. "I assume you want to cum, don't you stud?" michael looked at Maximus suspiciously before he shook his head yes. At that moment, Maximus released him. "I will permit you release, ON ONE CONDITION. You will behave. You will do everything you are told. If you disobey, I will decide on... laser removal, or, heh heh, a lock that cannot be removed. Of course, your behavior can remain consistent, but you will continue to need release, and not get it. Shall we continue? The sounds that came out of michael were akin to a trapped kitten. "I will release your wrists. You will take care of yourself, but.... I will enjoy the flavor of those salty, sweaty nipples as you do." When Maximus released the bonds, michael reached for his gag. He got a smack on his balls for that. "YOU ARE TO FOCUS ON YOUR COCK. NOTHING ELSE. " "mmmmmmmmmmmph." He felt Maximus teeth gently chewing his sensitive nipple, and knew.. he was close. VERY close. And then. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!!" All of michael's jizz began squirting out . Maximus was impressed. "My my my. We will certainly have to find you an appropriate breeding partner, given that explosion slave boy. And NO, you do NOT have a say in the choice." He rubbed michael's cum into his chest. "You'll return to the slave quarters now and clean yourself up. Tonight, you will meet the other members of the castle elite. Those who have their boys, will bring them.
That was where michael met, or rather, SAW Gemmex. Protius brought the young man into the banquet, collared and leashed, and wearing a very tight loincloth. He limped. Maximus laughed. "With a pair of feet that big, I know what you spent the afternoon doing friend." Protius smiled. "It is so long since I have had the feet of a young man to tickle, and this one... he is like a fine tuned instrument, with the sounds he makes. " Maximus approached Gemmex. "Welcome to our little world, slave Gemmex. I will have MY slave, michael see to you. When he can. As you can see... he's not quite ready right now. michael was in the middle of the room, in the jeans, and nothing else. He was bound to one of Maximus' sturdy chairs. Rope circled his mid section, his thighs, his ankles, his wrists, his forearms. He was gagged with a cloth Maximus had dipped into michael's cum earlier that day. As the nobles came in, they circled him, smiled, some touched his hair, his ears, even his nipples. michael knew well enough not to fight it. "I see you haven't given him a depilatory yet, Maximus. Is that in his future?" Depilatory? michael knew that some of the ultimate fighters had those, to keep their bodies smooth. His was fairly smooth so he didn't understand. Then... "Probably not his chest, Phrasus, but the armpits, maybe. And definitely the pubic area. It will remind him... " He looked at michael. "Although he recognizes my claim of ownership, correct michael?" The blond shook his head yes, very meekly. "I believe it will not take much more to break him. Yes, he is strong, and he is very stubborn but... " He turned to Protius. "I suspect he has less will to fight than your boy does." michael clenched fists when he heard that. This Gemmex? He had almost no muscles. He was tall, thin, like a stalk of asparagus with dark curly hair. He could outlast him. He KNEW he could. His training will continue tomorrow. Like I say, I do not expect it to be long. And of course.. we will wait Gemmex' formal introduction Protius. It will be fun to watch the two of them mature as sex slaves. Now let us turn to dinner." michael would not be eating at the banquet: he was the "entertainment." Gemmex was positioned on the floor at Protius' feet and his hands were cuffed in front of him so that he could eat. He was starving. He didn't remember the last time he had had a meal: just the snacks at the bar where he was captured. All the while they were eating, the hidden camera Protius had placed under Gemmex' arm was filming the captive michael. The film would go to Raven. She had an idea: she would release the film via an agent on Earth: perhaps it would inspire a search party. She could wait. She had more plans because it was almost time for one of the biggest trade shows of the year on Frilcus. Her enclosures were ALWAYS filled after that show. Indeed, she had to break her own rule about having merchandise share cells most of the time. Her clients all got reminders that they should let her know what they were looking for. She thought about whether or not to send one to Maximus, but then she remembered a fundamental rule of business: "a client can't say yes unless you ask." She sent him the notice. The next morning, Maximus saw it and he laughed. He had his hands full with michael, but he wondered how long it would be before he became bored...