Slave Auction

"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."