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The sun was blinding, the streets filthy, and all the soldier wanted was his tent. Perhaps a bath, with a couple of willing servants to join him. It sounded so good he was licking his lips. Not paying any attention, until Sargent Cutler shouted for all remaining servants to the Carrier. Most would be sent the front. A few were held back. These Servants, would have been specifically trained, to be sold in the pleasure district. A perfect way for the men to, blow off some steam.
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The Altered gulped, even as he marched resolutely forward. He didn't know which was worse. The front lines, proving he was expendable. Or kept back as a 'plaything' for the other troops. He'd heard stories of what happened to those servants. The abuse they endured at the hands of stressed soldiers. War made people, good people, do horrible things. Even if the other servants wouldn't know any better, he would. He kept his eyes front, doing his best to blend in.
His hopes had been crushed, when the auction ended and he still hadn't been chosen. Originally, he was created/Altered, to serve a single Master, be in a harem. Made for Royalty, upper class at least, if they could afford it. He would have even been ok if he'd been selected for a High-End Brothel. During the alteration process, Creator had told him he'd been meant for more than this. In the end, Creator, had only cared about his gambling debt and paying off the loan sharks. Outer rim planets paid big enough, especially for a high-end Pleasure Servant. They never asked too many questions, either. Creator, hadn't even stayed long enough, to explain what he really was. Not that his new owners would even care. He knew better than to tell at this point.
Suddenly he was yanked from the line, he nearly sobbed. He was going to be given to the soldiers after all.
"Trying to sneak off, were you?"
The Altered bit his lip, managing to stay mute as he was given the once over.
"You're too pretty to be simple cannon fodder. I bet the boys are going to love taking yer tight ass after a long day on the line." The soldier laughed, noticing the Servant's obvious distress; despite being trained for pleasure. Instead of realizing it was an odd reaction for a servant, he exploited it. "In fact, I bet…"
"You know the rules, Major Harkness gets the first pick." Cutler scoffed. Neither noticing the flash of relief in the Altered's eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but he never keeps em does he?" The first soldier grinned. "You'll be chained up in the Rec Tent, waiting for the next fuck, like a good little sex toy. In no time."
~TMPoHH~
The flight to the outer edges of the battle ground was relatively short. Yet it felt like hours. He still had hope. If he performed well and the Major liked him? But that soldier said the man had never kept a servant. Not, for more than a week at least. Would he be enough to break that? He knew the logistics of sex, knew how to be a companion to someone. He prayed he did things right, gave the Major enough pleasure to want him around for longer than a fortnight.
He was cleaned in a communal shower, with the three other Pleasure Servants. Inspected and dressed in what resembled a Toga. His, wine red with gold trimming. A color he'd always looked good in. He stood straight as another man walked by and scrutinized them. He nearly wept, when said man motioned him forward and told the soldiers to take the rest to the Rec Tent.
A thick black collar was fixed to his throat. He was warned, he tried to remove it or he tried to escape, the collar would drop him. He nodded fearfully, as he was lead to a bigger and more ornate tent. He was shoved inside, sat into a chair, and told not to move.
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Major Harkness, sighed as he spotted the Carrier ships landing. The men had found another Auction House to raid. True, it saved the unsold servants from flat out slavery in the coal mines. Either that, or needless death, if even the mines, weren't available. Fighting as a soldier, at least they would know, they died serving their planet. It also meant, he probably had a new playmate. New, shiny, complacent, and meek. Waiting on his every order. Never moving, unless he said. It was fun at first, a real ego boost, but it got boring after a few days. He wanted real company, a sounding board, not just a mindless devotee to fuck.
Not that the endless train of servant girls, hadn't been beautiful and fun. He missed the feeling of a man's body however. Hard plains, taught muscles. Being topped. He missed it all. Wearily he trudged back to his tent and ducked inside. Smile growing, as he looked over his new, male, toy. The Servant started, as Harkness began to remove his armor and the pieces thudded to the floor. Not even thinking, the Altered, scrambled over and started to pick up. Placing the armor in its rightful places, almost reverently.
The Major blinked, nearly salivating at the pert arse waiving in front of him. Surprised when his toy turned, still on its knees and reached for his belt.
"Where you taking everything off sir?" The Altered asked, as he stopped, his hands still at the buckle. Some form of sex act was close, so close. He could feel it, see the lust in his new Master's eyes. He was ready, at least, he hoped he was.
"I was yeah." Jack answered slowly. A little dazed at the difference from other Servants, this Toy already displayed.
He slid the belt from Jack's waist. Trying to ignore how handsome the Major was. How he'd feel if he blew this chance. "I have clothes set out, they should be more comfortable for you Sir." He added quietly. Barely starting to brush his fingers against the Major's hardening length. The Altered unsnapped Harkness's pants, pulling them off one foot at a time. Draped them over a chair and went back to teasing his new master's erection. The anticipation, almost feeling as good as the fingers in his hair.
"There's something different about you. You're not just any old pleasure servant are you?" Jack mused, not really asking so the other stayed mute.
The Altered's hands dropped and the fingers left his hair. His eyes, staring at his Master's feet, as his hopes started to march out of the tent. He had foolishly prayed this would wait. At least, until he'd had, a chance to prove what a good lover, he could be. He'd be sent to the Rec Tent for sure now. He gulped, what had he done wrong?
"Usually, the servants they send me, don't so much as blink, without permission. You on the other hand. I think you'd go so far as to suck my cock, if I didn't outright stop you." The Major added wryly.
His Master didn't sound mad, perhaps he could still salvage this?
"You're an Altered aren't you?" Harkness guessed with a small gasp. "How did you end up at an Auction House on an outer rim planet like this?"
He'd been asked direct questions. The Altered had no choice, but to answer. "Altered Servants are programmed to not only be skilled lovers, but companions. To care and anticipate our Master's needs. We are also built with any number of specified enhancements added, depending on the intended buyer or ordering party." He stated numbly, as if he was giving a company presentation. "I am Altered Cc: 293 Designation: Ianto or Ifan, depending on the preference. Though if the owner wishes, he or she may change my name completely."
"Ok, ok that's um… and how you got here?" Harkness replied, he should have known Ianto would take his momentary surprise wrong.
"Creator needed the money. He needed it fast and without much question." The Altered replied sadly. Suddenly he dropped, bowing in total supplication. "I know I haven't the right to ask Master, but please. If I am to be just another sex toy for the men. Please sir, use the collar first, it will fry the special programming. I'll be blank, clueless. Unaware, like any other unclaimed servant. Please, don't let me exist, knowing I'm just a body to abuse, a hole to fuck, please." He couldn't help it, he was sobbing, shaking, and so afraid. Whimpering please like it was the only word he knew. He felt a hand and he flinched. Relaxing, only, when he felt it rubbing his back in soothing circles.
Jack didn't say anything, just picked up the huddled ball of a servant and brought him to his bed. Harkness climbed in, unsurprised when fingers grappled and twisted in his tunic. "Hey shhh just breathe ok? Just breathe. I'm not going to let anyone else have you." The Major soothed, already having made his choice. Once he figured out his new plaything, was in fact one of the Rare and Practically Priceless; Altered.
TBC…
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