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SLAVE AUCTION
Erotic, Werewolf, Sci-Fi, M/M Romance
Rojan Ja'Dar is a rogue, a pirate that buys and sells cargo for a living. He skirts the edge of the law and is his own man, answering to no one. Arriving on particular planet, he goes to drop of cargo and discovers a human being sold at an auction house. Intrigued, Rojan breaks all his rules and buys the human as his pet. It isn't until after he purchases the human that Rojan discovers he just bought his mate.
Claiming Tyion is not as easy as buying him. Tyion fights his situation, not understanding the danger he is in as a human, a highly prized and sought after pet in Rojan's world. Rojan has to convince Tyion that being his mate is not as bad as being a pet, even if they have to pretend to the rest of the world that Tyion is just a possession. That is hard to do when someone is after Tyion, someone not of his world.
STORY EXCERPT
"I'll take him."
"Captain, maybe you wish to choose another pet?" the auctioneer said. "This one is not yet properly trained, as you can see."
As Rojan Ja'Dar watched, the young human that caught his interest struggled against two of the guards as they stripped his scant clothing from him. He knew the human would be screaming except for the ball gag in his mouth, helpless desperation clear on the man's face.
The guards fastened the human's hands to chains hanging above his head, a spreader bar between his legs, cuffed at the ankles. The ankle bar was fastened to the floor, immobilizing the man in one place. No matter how much he struggled he couldn't get away.
Rojan saw one of the guards pull a leather flogger from a nearby cabinet. He knew even before the guard turned back to the bound human that he would beat the little man. Rojan growled, the muscles in his arms tensing. He felt an overwhelming need to protect the human. Besides, if anyone was going to mark the little man it would be him.
He reached over and grabbed the auctioneer by the scruff of his collar, lifting the sour smelling man several inches off the floor before leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. "I want him unmarked," he growled, showing a bit of fang.
"Ye -- yes, cap -- captain," the man stammered."
"The only marks he will wear will be mine," Rojan snapped before he released the man and tossed him away. His eyes went back to the man suspended from the chains in the ceiling. He really was a beautiful specimen.
Rojan had seen many humans in his lifetime, most of them slaves but a few men freed by their masters. Humans were considered an inferior race, not good for anything beyond entertainment and servitude.
As small as they were, they couldn't fight and win against those of Rojan's race, the Phangars, or most of the known universe. He had yet to meet a human that reached as high as his shoulders let alone strong enough to best him in a fight, fair or not.
Most believed they didn't have the mental capacity to be an advanced race. Their primitive world of Earth proved that, having only discovered space travel in the last fifty years. The Phangars had been in space for centuries.
As pets however, humans seemed to do extremely well, making them desired throughout the universe. They were easily mastered and just as easily trained. Their bodies, smaller and less muscular than Rojan's people, were desired for their softness and sexual compatibility with the Phangar race.
Rojan hadn't been looking for a pet to warm his bed but he wasn't adverse to the idea. His trips through the universe as a black market courier made for many nights alone in space. He considered finding a lover from his race or another more advanced race but soon decided against it when he realized he had a need to dominate someone.
He liked the power he had as captain of his own flag ship. He had a competent crew, handpicked and personally trained by him. They answered to him and only him. He was the boss. He wanted the same relationship with the creature to warm his sheets.
A human pet might be the answer. They looked pleasing to the eye, soft to hold, and trainable, nearly a perfect match to what Rojan needed in his bed. He realized it would take time to train the human to his wants and needs but soon he could have the pet of his dreams.
"I want to examine him," Rojan stated. "Alone!"
The auctioneer quickly crossed to the glass enclosed room and knocked to gain the attention of the guards. He gestured madly to the human then to Rojan. His arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread slightly apart, Rojan took on his don't fuck with me or I'll rip your head off stance, one that intimidated most people, and waited.
The guards quickly left the enclosure. Rojan walked in. He could hear the harsh breathing from the human. He could smell the man's fear. It surrounded him like a cloak, overwhelming almost every other scent in the room.
But not quite. Rojan could detect a sweet masculine scent underlying all of the human's terror. It reminded him of the massa fruit coveted by many and found only in the farthest reaches of the universe. Rojan smuggled many boxes of the precious cargo through the system. It always garnered him a high price and a pocket full of money.
Rojan walked up behind the man and looked down at his head. He truly was glorious, all sleek lines and lean muscles. Rojan ghosted his hand over the curve of the human's ass with the lightest of touches. The man arched away from him, a cry falling from his lips through the gag.
Rojan stroked a little harder. The man arched again. Rojan wondered why he would move away when he had nowhere to go. He hung suspended from the ceiling, his feet anchored to the floor. He couldn't get away.
He moved his hand down the man's silky white blond hair, shuddering at the soft feel of the silky strands moving through his fingers. He wondered if it would feel as good wrapped around his cock while the human sucked him off. It didn't matter really. He intended to find out later.
Rojan grabbed a handful of the man's hair and pulled his head back. It was only then that he noticed the blindfold covering the human's eyes. Interesting. It was as if the trainers used sensory deprivation in his training. Rojan would have to remember that.
"You're mine, pet," Rojan growled into the human's ear. He felt the man's entire body tremble against him. An increase of fear spiked the air. Rojan reached down and stroked his hand across the man's chest trying to calm him but the man bucked against him, whimpering behind his gag.
Rojan pulled the gag from the man's mouth then removed the blindfold before stepping around in front of him. He watched the man blink several times, licking his lips until his vision cleared. Suddenly, the man's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Shit!" the man gasped. "You're an alien."
SLAVE AUCTION
Erotic, Werewolf, Sci-Fi, M/M Romance
Rojan Ja'Dar is a rogue, a pirate that buys and sells cargo for a living. He skirts the edge of the law and is his own man, answering to no one. Arriving on particular planet, he goes to drop of cargo and discovers a human being sold at an auction house. Intrigued, Rojan breaks all his rules and buys the human as his pet. It isn't until after he purchases the human that Rojan discovers he just bought his mate.
Claiming Tyion is not as easy as buying him. Tyion fights his situation, not understanding the danger he is in as a human, a highly prized and sought after pet in Rojan's world. Rojan has to convince Tyion that being his mate is not as bad as being a pet, even if they have to pretend to the rest of the world that Tyion is just a possession. That is hard to do when someone is after Tyion, someone not of his world.
STORY EXCERPT
"I'll take him."
"Captain, maybe you wish to choose another pet?" the auctioneer said. "This one is not yet properly trained, as you can see."
As Rojan Ja'Dar watched, the young human that caught his interest struggled against two of the guards as they stripped his scant clothing from him. He knew the human would be screaming except for the ball gag in his mouth, helpless desperation clear on the man's face.
The guards fastened the human's hands to chains hanging above his head, a spreader bar between his legs, cuffed at the ankles. The ankle bar was fastened to the floor, immobilizing the man in one place. No matter how much he struggled he couldn't get away.
Rojan saw one of the guards pull a leather flogger from a nearby cabinet. He knew even before the guard turned back to the bound human that he would beat the little man. Rojan growled, the muscles in his arms tensing. He felt an overwhelming need to protect the human. Besides, if anyone was going to mark the little man it would be him.
He reached over and grabbed the auctioneer by the scruff of his collar, lifting the sour smelling man several inches off the floor before leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. "I want him unmarked," he growled, showing a bit of fang.
"Ye -- yes, cap -- captain," the man stammered."
"The only marks he will wear will be mine," Rojan snapped before he released the man and tossed him away. His eyes went back to the man suspended from the chains in the ceiling. He really was a beautiful specimen.
Rojan had seen many humans in his lifetime, most of them slaves but a few men freed by their masters. Humans were considered an inferior race, not good for anything beyond entertainment and servitude.
As small as they were, they couldn't fight and win against those of Rojan's race, the Phangars, or most of the known universe. He had yet to meet a human that reached as high as his shoulders let alone strong enough to best him in a fight, fair or not.
Most believed they didn't have the mental capacity to be an advanced race. Their primitive world of Earth proved that, having only discovered space travel in the last fifty years. The Phangars had been in space for centuries.
As pets however, humans seemed to do extremely well, making them desired throughout the universe. They were easily mastered and just as easily trained. Their bodies, smaller and less muscular than Rojan's people, were desired for their softness and sexual compatibility with the Phangar race.
Rojan hadn't been looking for a pet to warm his bed but he wasn't adverse to the idea. His trips through the universe as a black market courier made for many nights alone in space. He considered finding a lover from his race or another more advanced race but soon decided against it when he realized he had a need to dominate someone.
He liked the power he had as captain of his own flag ship. He had a competent crew, handpicked and personally trained by him. They answered to him and only him. He was the boss. He wanted the same relationship with the creature to warm his sheets.
A human pet might be the answer. They looked pleasing to the eye, soft to hold, and trainable, nearly a perfect match to what Rojan needed in his bed. He realized it would take time to train the human to his wants and needs but soon he could have the pet of his dreams.
"I want to examine him," Rojan stated. "Alone!"
The auctioneer quickly crossed to the glass enclosed room and knocked to gain the attention of the guards. He gestured madly to the human then to Rojan. His arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread slightly apart, Rojan took on his don't fuck with me or I'll rip your head off stance, one that intimidated most people, and waited.
The guards quickly left the enclosure. Rojan walked in. He could hear the harsh breathing from the human. He could smell the man's fear. It surrounded him like a cloak, overwhelming almost every other scent in the room.
But not quite. Rojan could detect a sweet masculine scent underlying all of the human's terror. It reminded him of the massa fruit coveted by many and found only in the farthest reaches of the universe. Rojan smuggled many boxes of the precious cargo through the system. It always garnered him a high price and a pocket full of money.
Rojan walked up behind the man and looked down at his head. He truly was glorious, all sleek lines and lean muscles. Rojan ghosted his hand over the curve of the human's ass with the lightest of touches. The man arched away from him, a cry falling from his lips through the gag.
Rojan stroked a little harder. The man arched again. Rojan wondered why he would move away when he had nowhere to go. He hung suspended from the ceiling, his feet anchored to the floor. He couldn't get away.
He moved his hand down the man's silky white blond hair, shuddering at the soft feel of the silky strands moving through his fingers. He wondered if it would feel as good wrapped around his cock while the human sucked him off. It didn't matter really. He intended to find out later.
Rojan grabbed a handful of the man's hair and pulled his head back. It was only then that he noticed the blindfold covering the human's eyes. Interesting. It was as if the trainers used sensory deprivation in his training. Rojan would have to remember that.
"You're mine, pet," Rojan growled into the human's ear. He felt the man's entire body tremble against him. An increase of fear spiked the air. Rojan reached down and stroked his hand across the man's chest trying to calm him but the man bucked against him, whimpering behind his gag.
Rojan pulled the gag from the man's mouth then removed the blindfold before stepping around in front of him. He watched the man blink several times, licking his lips until his vision cleared. Suddenly, the man's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Shit!" the man gasped. "You're an alien."
ADULT EXCERPT
"Do you know why you're here, little human?" Rojan asked, watching the man's reaction carefully.
"Little human…" the man hissed."I'm not going to like this, am I?"
Rojan chuckled. "You might," he said as he rubbed his knuckles over the man's nipple, feeling the little nubs harden to beads. He enjoyed the little hiss that escaped the human's mouth. He could tell that the human would be very responsive to touch.
"I think it depends on your ability to accept your training," he continued, watching the human's eyes widen again at his words.
"Training?" the human squeaked.
"I told you that you were mine now, pet."
The human paled, gulping audibly. "Pet?"
Rojan waved his hands around the glass enclosed cage. "You're in an auction house, pet. The highest bidder gets to keep you." Rojan smirked. "I'm the highest bidder."
"An -- and that means what?"
"Accept my rule, obey me in all things, and I will take you out of here," Rojan replied. "Don't and you go up on the auction block for the next highest bidder and I take my money back."
The human's brow scrunched together. "You actually bought me? How can you do that? I'm a free man. I didn't agree to this."
Rojan shrugged. "Obviously someone at some point thought you would make a good pet. Humans usually do once they settle in. You were procured for auction and brought here."
"Procured?" the human snapped. Rojan arched his eyebrow again at the vehemence of the man's words. Seems his new pet had a temper. Rojan would both enjoy that and temper it with his own hand. "I was home sleeping when someone came into my room and took me. I woke up here. This is called kidnapping."
"I'm sure you believe that however, as your race is a primitive one and has not joined the United Planetary Alliance, you have no rights except those given to you by your master and that would be me."
"And you're okay with that?"
Rojan's interest peaked. The human sounded outraged. While he felt sure that he didn't like being kidnapped from his home, Rojan knew the man would learn to appreciate his ownership.
"Humans don't have rights as far as the United Planetary Alliance is concerned. Until a planet joins the planetary government, their citizens have no rights at all. In fact, all citizens from Earth are required to have ownership papers. Any human caught without a sign of ownership or a master could be imprisoned or executed." Rojan leaned down until he was nose to nose with the human. "Is that what you want?"
The human's eyes widened again. "N -- no."
"Then you have two choices, pet," Rojan said. "You can obey my every word and accept me as your master or I can leave you here to be trained by the guards then sold at auction. What's it going to be?"
"Wha -- what does being a pet mean?"
"It means you belong to me and only me." Rojan smirked as he walked around to stand behind the human. He reached down to grasp the human's ass cheeks in his hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Obey me and you'll be rewarded."
Rojan let loose with a quick swat across the man's ass. "Disobey me and you will be punished." The man cried out, his body arching away from the smack. Even if his cries denied it, the human's body couldn't hide his response. He enjoyed it.
Rojan's hand roamed around the human's body to grasp his hard cock. He stroked him a few times, the human's little gasps heightening his own arousal. He pictured a future of dominating his little pet and almost came in his pants.
The human's body quaked in his arms. Rojan could feel the drops of pre-cum on his fingers as he stroked them over the mushroomed shaped head of his cock. The human was so damn responsive. Rojan wanted to take him right then but knew he needed to wait until they got back to the ship. Besides, anticipation was half the fun.
"Well, pet?" Rojan whispered into the human's ear. His hand continued to stroke the man's cock. "Do you go home with me or do I turn you over to the guards?"
"Please," the human pleaded. When the human's hips thrust against his hand, Rojan decided to let it go. Normally, he'd deny the human's orgasm until he wanted it but the man had a lot of learning ahead of him.
Letting him come this once was a small price to pay for the human's agreement to be his pet. True, he didn't really have a choice. Rojan owned him fair and square but having the man's acceptance would make their future a lot easier.
"Are you going to come for me, little pet?" Rojan whispered. He knew his larger body hid the human from anyone watching them, which was good because he didn't want anyone else seeing his pet in the throes of passion. He was just too damn beautiful.
Rojan licked his finger, getting it nice and wet, before reaching down and pushing it between the man's ass cheeks. The man struggled, but restrained as he was, not only could he not get away, but his legs were spread just enough that Rojan could push his finger right into the man's tight hole.
The man bucked and cried out. Warm liquid splashed over the hand Rojan had wrapped around his cock. Rojan stroked the human a few more times then dropped his cock and pulled his finger from the man's ass.
The sweet scent of the human's spunk rampaged through his body faster than a firestorm, imprinting the man's scent on Rojan and letting him know he held more than just a pet in his arms. He held his mate.
Rojan growled low in his throat, the need to claim the human almost more powerful than his control. Rojan was stunned. He'd come to the auction house to deliver cargo. He had no idea he would discover his mate.
He grabbed a handful of the man's white blond hair and pulled his head back. Dazed grey blue eyes blinked up at him. Rojan stroked his finger down the man's flushed face. "Mine!"
The human seemed confused. His forehead scrunched, his lips drew into a thin line. He looked like he wanted to say something but he wasn't quite sure what.
"You belong to me. You'll learn to obey my every command, my every wish. You will live for my pleasure. Do you understand?"
The human paled, gulping so loudly that Rojan could hear it in the silence of the room. His lips twisted as he tried to suppress his grin. He liked this human. Besides his sex-on-a-stick good looks, Rojan suspected the human would give him just enough resistance to keep life interesting.
Rojan couldn't wait.
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