The Human Bearer - 2 (fragment)

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Chapter brief - Riordan goes to a party and is humiliated by his owner.

The Human Bearer

2.

Riordan looked around, searching for a place to sit. It was some big party and Xana had been adamant about attending together. At least, the previous night, he had been let to sleep alone, his master busy with something he didn't care to make Riordan a part of. It was just his second day on this planet, and he was already at a party, accompanying his master like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His head had been a mess since the previous day. He had been served by the bot with delicious foods and he had even had a long, relaxing bath in a large in-ground pool that could have been used by ten people, not one. At least, he had gotten some peaceful time for himself, to process everything that was happening.

Was he really willing to go with this? Having a male use him in that fashion? The mere idea was making him grind his teeth. Not that he wasn't a whore anyway. But when he had been proposed before to serve as an ass to fuck by other men, he had flatly refused. The idea to be dominated by another male was making him shudder.

Plus, he had imagined sex with a guy to hurt like hell. He had sucked dick in his life, when he had been strapped for cash, which had been more often than what he cared to remember. And now? Now he had his cherry popped, and in the strangest two-way possible. He had touched his anus in the bathtub, worried that he was torn. But no, his body was intact, and he had zero reasons to think that he had been damaged in some way.

Xana had been away when he had woken up. That had left him the entire day to prepare for the party. A specialized massage bot had taken care of putting some nice smelling oils on him and he had been pampered like he was about to be sold to the highest bidder. His skin was glowing, his hair was soft, and even his lips had been thoroughly brushed with some nourishing lipstick that were making them luscious and inviting.

He had never looked better in his life. But he had never felt like wanting to crawl out of his skin more than now. The clothes he had to wear were almost obscene. Nothing but a pair of shorts that were so tight across his ass that he wanted to scream. And a crop top that was letting his belly button show.

And, of course, the most annoying thing of all, and embarrassing, to say the least was the ring the massage bot had inserted through his right nipple. The crop top was artistically cut exactly there, to show off the pierced nipple. The only piercing Riordan had ever tolerated was through the lobes of his ears, and there had been ages since he had worn earrings.

Why was he so upset, anyway? He was, after all, paid, and royally, in exchange of letting his body used.

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