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.
He had been driven to the party, so he had yet to meet his master. As indicated by one of the serving bots, he wandered to the area designated for other human bearers.
Which had brought him to the current predicament. There were plenty of tables with plush sofas, and there were humans frolicking everywhere, but they were all stealing suspicious glances in his direction, and that was making him feel like he was the dumbest in the schoolyard. He balled his fists and sat down at a table in the back where no one else had chosen to sit. He could feel the others' eyes on him, could hear their crass murmurs. Yeah, he wasn't blond, beautiful, and he didn't have cerulean eyes, like many guys there.
He was taken by surprise when someone sat across from him. The guy's high hair was the color of ripe cherries and his large mouth was stretched into a radiant smile. He shook his hair to let the strands caress his shoulders in a coquettish gesture and offered Riordan his hand.
"Hi Riordan, I'm Tasha."
"Fuck off." Riordan growled and ignored the extended hand.
"Ugh, that's not very nice. Since you're a new comer and all. Don't you think you could use a friend?"
"Nah, I don't plan on staying long."
He had no actual plans just yet, but he knew it was dumb as hell to admit such a thing in front of a stranger who could just as well go to Xana to rat him out.
The redhead make a silent o with his perfect rouged lips and placed his hands over the table, while casting his eyes down.
"Well, sorry for disturbing you." Tasha pushed himself to his feet.
"Wait," Riordan said, feeling a bit of an ass for talking like that to a guy he didn't even know. "How do you know my name?"
"Our keepers are best friends." The guy sat back down and his eyes gleamed with happiness. "Xana told Marn he finally got himself a bearer. Do you have any idea how much thought your keeper put into finding you? I must admit I was curious to see you."
"And?" Riordan cut him short. "Are you here to tell me that I'm old and crap and don't deserve having an egg pushed through my ass by an almighty Xeno?"
"Oh, dear," Tasha said softly and linked his fingers to place his chin on them.
"Come on, it's not like I cannot hear everyone whispering!" Riordan hissed. "Just say what you came here to say and beat it!"
"And what exactly do you think I'm here for?" Tasha asked, obviously amused with Riordan's anger.
"To tell it to my face that I don't belong," Riordan said through his teeth.
"Why? Because you're not pretty?"
"Yeah, something like that," Riordan mumbled.
"Hm, have you looked in the mirror lately, Riordan? Because I can bet that everyone around here either envies you or wants to be with you."
The last words were spoken like some big secret as Tasha leaned over the table.
"Stop joking," Riordan protested. "I'm almost 30 years old. I don't buy that crap. It's bad for digestion."
"You don' look a day over 23, if you're asking me."
"I'm not."
"And are you bothered by these silicone dolls?" Tasha waved his hand around.
"No way!" Riordan said aggressively.
Tasha laughed, flicking his hair over his shoulders.
"That's the right attitude. Fuck them!"
Riordan looked at the redhead in shock and then he laughed.
"Take a look at you and me, Riordan," Tasha continued. "We're the top dogs here."
"Are we?" Riordan asked amused. "How come?"
"What do you think gives power to a bearer?"
"I don't know. Looks? The ability to bend over like a pro? Cocksucking abilities? Or pussy licking, depending on the case?"
Tasha roared with laughter.
"No, dear. It's all about the position your keeper has on Xeno. And your current lover, sweetheart, along with mine, is ruling this joint."
Tasha wore the same outfit as him and the ring in his right nipple was glinting in the room lit a giorno. But he felt great in his own skin and that made Riordan feel a little better, too.
"Well, he's not my lover," he said, and looked down.
"He'll be soon. Are you disappointed that he didn't take you to bed from your first day? He must have been busy. And they tend to be cold during the first weeks."
Riordan almost choked on his drink that had been perfunctorily placed in front of him by one of the serving bots.
"Are you serious? He filled my stomach with his jizz and fucked me two-way in the ass. Then he deepthroated me. Ass to mouth," he added quickly, while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Tasha stared at him wide eyed then he burst into laughter again.
Riordan huffed. "Quit laughing! I'm serious."
"Oh, shit, that's so funny, oh, please, you're killing me." Tasha hiccuped with laughter. "But that may explain why he had asked Marn so desperately to put me in charge of finding you and keeping you company. The poor soul is smitten with you!"
"He's not. He's just a fucking perv," Riordan said again.
"Come on, man, you cannot tell me that you're disappointed in that! Wait, are you? Like, really?"
