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“Forgive me, for making you play such a heartless role”

“Tonight’s main products will now be shown to buyers!” The Auctioneer’s voice rung through the exhausted haze shrouding Sol’s mind, “Starting with, Number 114, A newly trained slave from the fallen city of Mexico!”

He stiffened as a familiar mop of brown, untamed hair was dragged into view and the gentle bronze skin of Number 114, littered with so many wounds was dropped onto the center of the ‘Exhibition Stage’. 114 lifted his head. They made eye contact and Sol stared into his rich brown eyes, their betrayal and hurt visible even beneath the curls that covered them. Sol forced his stare to turn cold.

It was part of his ‘role’.

As an experienced pet, Sol was often put in charge of the untamed, new arrivals. Normally the violent ones. 114 had been put under his charge five months ago. Over that time, Sol had tamed the once wild teen, had beaten the will to run, to dominate, from his body. Had taught him the arts of submission. Had taught him never to trust in the Master’s in which he would be sold to. And now, that boy was witnessing Sol’s hypocrisy. He witnessed how Sol relaxed in his own Master’s arms, basking in the light touches of the hand that ran over his spine.

114’s eyes burned with hatred.

“Liar!”

Sol flinched at the hiss but did not break eye contact, instead, summoning the frostiest look he could muster.

“This is your fate.” He bared his teeth at the boy as bids began to rise from the buyers, “Behave.” His eyes flashed, “Submit.”

114 pulled against his bindings, throwing himself in Sol’s direction.

“Look away.” Sol’s Master’s voice rumbled in his sensitive ears.

He obeyed instantly, averting his eyes and pushing his head into his Master’s chest. A large, warm hand rubbed Sol’s hair in praise. His body rumbled, a purr rolling through his chest. His Master chuckled against him, curiously, Sol peered up at his Master. He shivered when his Master’s rich golden eyes gazed warmly into his. Ducking underneath the gaze, Sol stretched his body and fit himself neatly under his Masters chin, brushing his head against the sharp jawline.

“AND SOLD TO THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN AT THE BACK AT 950 MILLION STAR PIECES!” The Auctioneer announced.

Just over average.

114’s selling price was quite high, but however, since the slaves at this Auction House sold at an average of 500 million star pieces (the new currency of the defeated Earth) 114 had only made an excess 450 million s.p.

“You did a very good job, Sol.”

His head was tilted upwards and a sweet kiss was pressed on his plump lips. Sol’s fingers squeezed his Master’s suit jacket tight in pleasure as he relished his Master’s intoxicating taste.

“This concludes tonight’s auction! Buyers, please make your way to the caged area to purchase and collect your chosen slaves,” The main stage lights flickered off and the bustle of a both excited and dejected audience began to file through various doors.

His Master slowly withdrew from their affectionate exchange and Sol’s world spun as the man rose to his feet. Sol’s master oversaw the exchange of the main products to ensure that the expensive goods were properly handled. They passed through a simple looking hallway before entering another familiar room. This room was colder than the others, more secure and heavily guarded than any other section of the Slave Auctions.

Sol shivered.

This room was where the main products were handed over to their buyers. Which means-

Sol swallowed the squeak of fear that almost escaped him when he met a frosty brown glare. It bore into him, making Sol tremble.

“-something wrong with this product! I DEMAND A DISCOUNT!” An obnoxious voice echoed through the enclosure as his Master crossed to another door.

He paused, glancing down at Sol, then placed his pet on the ground. This time, Sol did yelp.

Why was he being set down?

Anxiously, he made a grab for his Master’s pant leg. His Master’s golden eyes frowned at him in displeasure. Sol froze, cautiously releasing the clothing.

“Stay.” His Master ordered.

Then, he strode from the room, leaving Sol with 114.

As soon as the other door clicked shut, a hand clamped around Sol’s neck and shoved him face first into the metal flooring. Pain rushed through him, increasing only as blows rained down upon Sol’s bruised skin. Then, air met his face as he was flipped over. Sol scowled at 114. The other boy swiftly moved forwards and then hot, messy lips were dominating his mouth. He shoved desperately against the Mexican, hands uselessly slipping against his thin body. A rough tongue invaded Sol’s mouth and he chomped down on the foreign object.

This was nothing like how his Master treated him.

There was an angry shout before his hands were being forced above his head and Sol’s legs were pressed open.

“No!” He protested, “Sto-”

Sol screamed as 114 thrusted into him – unforgiving, full of hatred. Tears trickled from the corners of his lavender eyes. His body thrummed with pain as 114 reopened the cuts inside him, Sol’s blood running to cover his cock with a layer of red. Suddenly, the weight on top of him lifted, the pressure inside of him disappeared and 114 was gone.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice that sung bloody murder and golden eyes that donned 114 with pure, undiluted rage.

114 thrashed in Sol’s Master’s grip, lashing out wildly.

“SETTLE DOWN!” Master roared, sending 114 flying into the wall, crumpling into a limp pile on the ground.

Sol sobbed, curling in on himself.

“Solarace,” His Master, crouched beside him, running a concerned hand over his freshly bruised side, “My Solarace.”

Clothing rustled and soft material feathered kindly on Sol’s blackening skin. Then, arms slid under him and Sol took in a half choked breath of relief as the scent wrapped itself around him in a protective shell.

“Your selling me a faulty bastard-” 114’s buyer prattled, Sol flinched and his Master fixated a deadly calm look on the man.

“That faulty bastard assaulted my pet.” He rumbled, “I should kill him for it. Him and his incompetent owner.”

The colour drained from the buyer’s face. But before he could protest to his death sentence, his Master was out the door, walking in hurried strides, intent on bringing Sol back to his room where no one could harm his precious pet again. Sol snuggled into his arms.

The safest place was right here, with his Master.