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Hektor took his seat towards the back of the room to avoid the stares that followed him everywhere. He didn't really want to be at the auction, but his employer liked to show off his impressive private army.
"Excuse me, madam, would you please bring me a bottle of wine?" he asked the serving girl, careful to keep his voice low and his expression empty.
Still, the girl tripped over her own feet going to get the wine.
Hektor sighed. He was much larger than average men, nearly six feet and ten inches, and very muscular. He was half-titan, a killing machine. His voice was like an earthquake, deep and rumbling. He knew people were frightened of him. On the battlefield, that was fine. During peacetimes though, it was a burden. It was hard to get intimate when the very sight of him sent potential lovers running.
The servant brought the wine and rushed away after a quick, respectful bow.
Hektor drank straight from the bottle as the festivities began. A young female slave was led to center stage and the auctioneer highlighted a few of her attributes before starting the bidding. Soon, she was sold and another girl took her place.
Hektor finished his bottle by the time the fifth girl had been sold and really wanted more, but he didn't want to frighten anyone while trying to get the attention of the servants.
"And now, for a special treat for those of you with exotic taste..." the announcer began. "A rare and exquisite creature from the celestial heights and the pits of hell."
Hektor watched the stage now with rapt attention. The room was silent. Finally, a man holding a chain stepped onto the stage. Following behind him was something Hektor had never seen before.
Part demon, part angel. A boy with creamy, perfect skin and patches of silver, leathery demon scales forming a star on his stomach and shoulders, clothed only with a belt and strip of cloth to hide his genitals. His hair was like pure snow, thick and hung perfectly straight just past his earlobes. He had horns that were dark as obsidian, but had been sanded down to dull, nearly flat surfaces. His lips were full and pink and the tips of sharp fangs peeked out. His wide eyes were different colors, one a stormy grey, the other emerald green. On his back were skeletal wings that seemed to be made of ragged black leather.
Hektor felt a stirring in his cock. He wanted this beautiful creature.
The unusual, beautiful boy was forced to his knees and the cheeks of his perfect ass spread, revealing a tight, pink opening. "Virginal," the auctioneer said. "Shall we start the bidding with five thousand in gold?"
Hektor saw his employer's card go up. A slight buzzing in the back of his head made his eye twitch. Another patron topped the bid with six thousand. The bid was driven upwards, to ten thousand, eleven thousand...until finally it seemed to settle at twenty thousand gold bars. The auctioneer was about to call it and award the boy to Hektor's employer, when Hektor threw his card in the air.
The room filled with whispers. Hektor looked around menacingly and they were silent.
Furiously, the two men raised their bid again and again, driving the price to unheard of heights. Thirty thousand...forty thousand...
Hektor stood. Those closest to him flinched away. "One hundred thousand gold bars," Hektor announced, letting his powerful voice reverberate throughout the room.
After thirty painful seconds, Hektor was awarded the boy.
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Hektor supervised the slaves as the last of the gold bars were loaded onto a wagon. The accountants recounted to be sure the amount was right. It was more gold than anyone had ever seen, and everyone wondered where Hektor had gotten it. He let them wonder. He didn't want to have to explain to them that he would never die and had been a mercenary for seventy of his one hundred years.
A carriage led by two dapple mares arrived and the auctioneer from the previous night was helped down by two attractive female slaves. He jerked the chain he was holding in his hand and the beautiful boy stumbled into the mud.
Hektor's vision shook and his limbs started to tingle, ready for battle. He held himself back from ripping the man's head off and contented himself with nearly crushing all the bone's in the auctioneer's hand as he took the chain.
"You must sign," the auctioneer said, cradling his red, swollen hand as his assistant presented Hektor with a crisp document.
Once he had signed and the drivers left his courtyard he turned and looked down at the boy kneeling before him. Hektor bent down. The boy flinched and shivered with fear. The boy's fear made Hektor more self-conscious and it was difficult for him to control the trembling in his large hands as he removed the leather collar from the boy's white neck.
Careful of the volume of his voice, Hektor asked as pleasantly as he could, "Would you like to come inside?"
The boy rose to his feet, staring at Hektor the whole time. The boy stood at barely five feet and five inches tall.
Hektor led him inside the manor. He considered taking his boy to the bedroom, but he didn't want to frighten the fragile young man who looked so small, still barely clothed. Instead he took his new companion to the parlor, a room filled with shelves upon shelves of books and expensive furniture.
"Sit," Hektor instructed.
The boy was startled by Hektor's voice and fled to a luxurious couch.
Hektor turned and went to his quarters, where he retrieved one of his own finest shirts. He carefully presented it to the boy, who stared at it in silence. Slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements, Hektor unfolded the shirt and draped it over the boy's shoulders. He took the boy's hands and guided his arms into the sleeves and then slowly buttoned the shirt, feeling the heat rising from the boy's skin.
Once he had finished, Hektor took a seat in the chair across from the boy.
They sat in silence for a moment.
"My name is Hektor," he said.
The boy nodded and stared at Hektor in silence.
"May I know your name?" Hektor asked delicately.
