Kneel to Me

Excerpt from "Raiders from the Stars"
by Jay Starre

Glyn admitted to himself he was nervous. The Alabaster Swan had orbited the Earth-type planet for three days since dropping out of foldspace, and the young Master in Training was unable to sleep more than a few hours a night during that time. When he had slept, it was fitful, his dreams filled with chaotic semi-memories of his own acceptance and initiation into the Raiders society as a young man. In those dreams he groveled at the feet of a booted Master Raider. His naked ass reared in the air, striped with welts, and his tongue lapped at the glossy leather boot as his butt-hole twitched with trepidation and expectation.

Glyn smiled in the mirror as he recalled those dreams. His deepest longings had been fulfilled over the past seven years, although the path toward his position as Master in Training had been arduous. His broad face, considered handsome by many, with his button nose, lush lips and penetrating emerald eyes stared back at him questioningly. He had made a good Slave. At least he believed so. But would he make a good Master? Did he have the gonads, as the Raiders said? He was about to find out.

He ran long fingers through his spiky green hair, the exact shade of his eyes. He sighed and turned to exit his quarters. The time had come to test his mettle.

* * * *

The young men jostled for a place in the queue. They did not want to appear aggressive, or even worse, arrogant. But they needed to be seen. They needed to be chosen. A few were merely curious, or seeking an adventure. But most were desperate to escape a harsh and futureless existence on a backwater planet that barely afforded subsistence for its inhabitants.

Taro was one of these. Short, raven-haired and barely eighteen, he gritted his teeth as he attempted to make his way to the forefront of the massed men. He was determined, and it paid off. His slightness allowed him to slink his way through the crowd without offending or causing too much trouble. He found himself facing the platform where a line of Raiders stood with feet apart, aloof and gleaming in red and black leather from head to toe. His mouth dropped open as he gazed upwards at the incredible specimens of manhood. The infamous Raiders! He had been weaned on stories of their bravado, their interstellar wanderings and their strict code of Master/Slave adherence. His own uncle had been netted by a passing Raider ship when Taro was only three. That uncle had been swallowed up into the bowels of a starship similar to the Alabaster Swan that now circled in the sky, a small mote glinting in the day and blinking brightly in the night.

His gawking stare did not go unnoticed. His innocent air of absolute awe attracted the regard of the youngest of the Raiders who stood nearby. That tall stranger stared back at Taro for an intense moment before making his decision. He strode forward, reached the edge of the raised platform, bent down,and grasped Taro by the scruff of his shirt, almost as if he was a young cur he would pluck from the gutter. With no effort, the Raider yanked Taro up onto the platform and shoved him to his knees at the Raider's feet.

"I am Glyn. You are to be my Slave. Do you acquiesce?" The words were plain, the voice deep yet oddly mild.

Although desperately praying for just such an honor, Taro had been taken by surprise. It was so sudden. He trembled violently and his tongue knotted in a dry mouth. Yet, his stiff cock throbbed in his trousers; never before had he been so sexually stimulated.
"Do you acquiesce planet-grubber?"

The voice contained an element of steel this time. It was demanding. It sent a thrill through Taro's kneeling form, a pulsing deep in his gut and in his abruptly quivering asshole. He stared up into the most amazing emerald eyes. "Yes, I acquiesce!" It was almost a moan. Taro hardly recognized his own voice.

Seized by the hair, he was yanked upwards. He groaned and a faint sob escaped his lips. The emerald gaze held his.

"You will leave all behind. You have no life before this. You are my Slave totally from this day forward until I release you. You will join the Raiders now."

Silk and steel entwined in the voice that Taro recognized belonged to his new Master. Master. Slave. Raider. He shuddered as he contemplated the meaning of those words. There was no time to think as he was dragged roughly through the ranks of Masters. They smirked as they parted for the MIT who had been the first to score a planet-grubber, and a comely one at that.

Taro glanced behind him, craning his neck around the fingers entwined in his thick dark hair. The gentle sun of Archimedes cast its final rays on him. The tall Raider dragged him through the shimmering entrance to the Raider craft that sprawled brutal and huge before the gathered supplicants. Those left behind sighed with a mixture of envy and relief as they watched their kindred disappear into an unknown future.