Present Time: 10 years later, Earth 2050

Their lips sealed together, one was rough and the other was submissive. Sol allowed himself to be dominated, as was beaten into him. The vulgular man on top of him shoved his tongue into his mouth. When Sol had first done this, he had felt disgusted. He had felt violated, dirty. But then gradually - through several humiliating events - Sol had begun to enjoy it. To crave the nightly activities that kept him from the slave traders. As long as he had use, he wouldn't be sold off to a sleazy old man much like the one on top of him.

And now, at the age of 17, Sol was in the middle of his daily routine - satisfying a very important buyer with his body. Just like the majority of buyers, this man was a fat, sweaty pig, but he was rich. Rich enough to buy even the most expensive of products. All except for Sol. Sol was the personal pet of the man who ran the Slave Auctions', so no one could buy him. Thankfully, he wasn't for sale, for the time being.

The night passed quickly, leaving him sore and exhausted, and the buyer very satisfied. That was all he cared about - satisfying the buyer. Sol had not gotten any sleep that night and in the morning, he almost found himself unable to walk out of the buyer's sleeping area. But he had to. Stumbling to the bathing area - or what was left of it, considering that when the Invasion happened, nearly half of it had been destroyed - Sol needed to wash himself quickly in order to be on time for breakfast. Breakfast wasn't much, the Slave Manager's carefully measured the portions to make sure that the slaves had enough food to not starve, but not enough to be able to attempt an escape. 

Sol collapsed into the spar, drearily flicking water over the black bruises - hickeys - given to him last night. His head drooped and his movements slowed, the warmth of the water making him sleepy. His body ached.

"Sol." Hands brushed over his too thin shoulders.

Sluggishly, he let his head roll back to look his master in the eyes. Most people did not like this, but Sol's Master demanded to be looked in the eyes by his pet. Unlike most, his Master was a very handsome man in his early 30's, with gelled black hair, bronze skin and rich golden eyes that glowed with danger and amusement.

"That selfish pig didn't treat you well, I see," Master gently reached into the water and lifted Sol out, "How ungrateful."

He surveyed the damage done to his pet's body before drying him and placing him on his hip the same way one would hold a baby. Sol offered the man a weak purr, rubbing his fluffy silver hair into the black formal suit jacket that covered his Master's broad shoulder. He basked in the dominant man's scent.

"You missed me," Master stroked Sol's hair with a large, warm hand, his black painted nails comfortingly scraped against his scalp.

"Sleep?" He asked tentatively, eyes fluttering shut even before his Master replied.

"Yes, Sol, sleep."

***

When Sol woke up he was in a club. No, he was at the Slave Auctions, snuggled on his master's lap. While he had been asleep, someone had fit Sol's golden show collar around his neck and matching cross earrings dangled from his ears. His mouth immediately opened when cold glass was pressed to his slightly swollen lips and cool, sweet liquid slid down his throat. He drunk hungrily until the substance was pulled away from him. His Master chuckled at Sol's pout.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked.

Sol nodded and reached up to brush his lips against his master's in reply. His body was still sore, but it was nothing new. The man from the previous night was seated opposite his Master, obviously the main buyer of today's sale. He looked Sol up and down, hungrily eye raping the boy. Sol shuddered before burying his head in the safety of his Master's chest.

"Do you think I could borrow your slave again, tonight?" Pig-man asked, very clearly sucking up to his Master with fake politeness .

His Master turned a fiery glare on the man, his eyes ablaze with unhidden fury.

"After you over stepped your boundaries, you dare ask for more?" His voice was slick with velvety poison.

The man flinched, cowering away from Master.

"I-I was merely inquiring-" He was silenced with a scorching look from Master.

Sol winced as his Master slipped a finger in between his buttocks, gently pushing it inside of him. He shuddered and winced when the finger brushed over a raw spot. The hand withdrew and Sol whimpered from the loss of contact. His Master brought the hand to his face, frowning at the red blood that covered them. Then, he pressed a loving kiss against Sol's head as he pondered what punishment he should inflict upon the greedy buyer. The words he murmured were so soft, that if Sol hadn't been part cat, he would have missed it. 

"Perhaps I should castrate him."

He nodded, looking satisfied, a scary glint resting in his golden eyes.

Yes, that would do.