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The sheets were as soft as sheets could possibly be but they felt akin to fire wherever they made contact with Ganymede’s skin. Every brush or caress against his skin felt like a burn and that burning was the only sensation he’d felt for a long time. It didn’t help that he was completely naked. More than anything else, he felt fatigue; opening his eyes took every ounce of energy he had. His bed was shaped like an egg and he was laying diagonal along the top of the bed near the headboard. The lighting was dim but his eyes were exceptional and he could easily make out the tall, blonde man watching him from the doorway.
He crossed to the bed and sat down near Ganymede’s head. Ganymede closed his eyes, uninterested in seeing what the man would do to him next. He felt a gloved hand lift his chin as the rim of a cup was pressed to his lips. He was too tired to resist as wine filled his mouth and slipped down his throat. He knew what the wine would do to him, what it had already done, but he couldn’t summon the will to fight it.
His mind was filled with fuzz and he had just enough self-awareness to notice when a second man entered the room. Well, he was more of a boy than a man. He was the servant of the blond man wearing a tight, servant uniform that clung to his slim figure. Knowing what his presence meant, Ganymede closed his eyes again. He felt a hand reach for the back of his knees as his legs were pulled forward so his body was in a straight line. There was a tickle along his chest that he knew was the blonde man’s long, wheat colored hair trailing over his skin.
A gloved hand passed along his skin, tracing his stomach down to his groin, slipping past his member to grab at his balls. He knows it belongs to the blonde man; servants didn’t wear gloves. He groans as the hand caresses his testes, pulling them up and juggling them softly between his fingers. Blood rushes to his groin and he grimaces as his cock begins to rise.
The blonde man chuckles. “Looks like you finally decided to behave.” His baritone voice was cruel but tinged with amusement.
Ganymede swallowed, wanting to retort, but a fingertip trailing the head of his cock made him lose his breath. What felt like a nail inserted itself into the slit causing his body to give an involuntary jerk. He moaned softly as the hand-now covered in lube-began to stroke his cock rigorously.
Though Ganymede was panting and moaning like one, he wasn’t a pet, the beautiful, compliant sex toys that were bought and sold on this side of the Salinas galaxy. Pets were genetically identical to humans but were created artificially in labs before being sold. They were designed to be beautiful, simple minded and lascivious. Giving and receiving pleasure was all a pet knew how to do.
Ganymede was just the opposite. While he wasn’t created artificially in a lab-having been born from the natural womb of a young woman known only as B-374-he was genetically designed to be a killing machine. Ganymede was from Delta, a high security military compound on the planet of Jibril. He was one of twenty four genetically engineered soldiers and they were labeled project T. They’d endured cruel, grueling training and experimentation until they’d become living weapons. The perfect soldiers.
When they were fourteen, Ganymede and his siblings managed to escape. His brother Kori was the oldest by only a few days but he took his role as their big brother seriously and was seen as their de facto leader. They’d longed for escape for years until one day Kori said it was time to go. After their afternoon drills, Kori made sure he walked next to Ganymede on the way back to their living quarters. They were taught to walk in two uniform lines and Ganymede was in the middle.
“Twenty hundred hours.”
Already? Ganymede had thought but he wasn’t about to argue. He gave the slightest nod and walked forward.
The Delta compound was a large, flat, plain gray building. The inside was designed in the shape of a hexagon, like the inside of a honeycomb with their living quarters in the center. The outermost hallway wrapped all the way around the building with direct access to the outside so this is where they needed to get to. Beyond the outer hall, the doors opened onto an empty courtyard closed in by a high, electromagnetic fence. Pass the fence was a dense section of forestry they’d need to get through and from there was the warehouse district. Kori said they’d be able to ride one of the loading trucks to the spaceport. He wanted them to each go to a different planet, hoping it would make them harder to track.
Their living quarters were vibrant with bright green walls and white carpet that exploded in swirls and whorls of different colors wherever you stepped. Twelve beds were arranged in neat lines along each side of the room with a small drawer attached to the bottom of the bed for their daily sets of clothes. After their afternoon drills, they’d been given an hour of leisure time. They were also given tablets that they could use to read books or play games.
Ganymede went to his bed and picked his tablet up. His sister Asami had hacked one of the gaming apps to open up a messaging channel between all of them. When he opened the right puzzle game, he saw only one word of text along the bottom of the screen: Amoi. Kori had been adamant about not telling them what planet they’d been given until the very last minute. His face was blank as he turned his tablet off and put it back in his drawer. He didn’t want the cameras to pick up anything from his facial expression.
He didn’t find this out until later but one of the guards had a son that had died in a robbery at thirteen. Kori said he had agreed to help them escape during the next shift change which was during their leisure time. The guard, who refused to give his name, used to be a hacker at a tech company when he was a teen so he was going to hack into Delta’s database to turn off the cameras and open a pathway leading to the outside.
At the time, Ganymede only knew that Kori had given him a knowing look before the door to the left of their living quarters had opened. There’d been a moment of hesitation before all of the children rushed the door. Kori reached the door first and held up a hand for caution. He turned his head, listening, before motioning for them to follow him.
Outside of their living quarters, the compound was primarily washed in neutral gray, black and silver. Ganymede had never paid much attention to the various inner rooms and side hallways outside of those pertaining to his training but clearly Kori had. He quickly led them to the outer hallway, around a bend and to an exit door that was usually locked shut but was now wide open.
The night air had been pleasant with warm, gentle breezes blowing in from the surrounding forest. The two moons orbiting Jibril were both less than half full but the light they offered still managed to bathe the courtyard in silver. The obnoxiously bright searchlights were turned off. The fence was normally loud with the humming of electricity but the silence of it then had seemed to ring in Ganymede’s ears. Asami’s arms brushed his own and he found himself gripping it out of anxiety. She patted his hand and helped guide him forward.
They’d almost reached the fence when the searchlights turned on and an alarm began to sound. “Run!” Kori shouted but he didn’t need to waste his breath. As pounding footsteps sounded behind them, their feet were silent as they ran at full speed toward the fence. There was a groan as the fence began to hum with electricity but it didn’t matter; Ganymede and his siblings leaped, tucking their legs in to pass over the top and landing silently on the other side.
Shots were fired behind them but they’d already vanished into the trees. Ganymede had followed the sway of Asami’s brown ponytail into the forest but anxiety began to eat at him as he heard hovercrafts begin to take to the air. He glanced over his shoulder to see how close they might be but couldn’t see anything through the dense tangle of trees. He turned back around and immediately dodged to the left to avoid hitting a tree. When he swerved around back to the path he’d been on, Asami was gone.
He sped up in an attempt to find her again but that second of dodging had cost him. Ganymede ended up finding a warehouse in the middle of loading cargo. He could move faster than most people could blink so it was easy to sneak into one of the cargo ships and hide among the merchandise. The ship he chose ended up being a shipment of pets resting in sleeping pods. He remembered wondering why half-dressed children were being shipped offworld but not pondering it too much as he curled up between the wall and one of the pods.
Ganymede was jolted out of his memory as he reached his climax. His toes curled in the sheets and his breath caught in his throat as his seed was forced from his body. The blonde man’s hand didn’t stop pumping until he was completely empty.
Though that was one of the milder orgasms he’d experienced at the blonde man’s hands, he felt completely spent. He ran his fingers through the tight coils and spirals at the top of his head. His roots were damp. His tawny, orange-brown skin was covered in sweat. The blonde man’s hand ran over his chest, passing over a dark nipple.
Ganymede shivered and knocked the hand away. “Get your hands off me.” His voice was hoarse and had no projection but he still felt satisfied for having spoken.
A pale brow rose on the blonde man’s forehead. “If you still have the will to fight left in you, then you haven’t had enough.”
Ganymede’s heart pounded in his chest. “The only one who hasn’t had enough is you. We play the same games, day after day, week after week. How many times do we have to play before you have enough? I’m not a pet and I never will be.”
The blonde man smiled and leaned in close to his face. “Fight it all you like but you are a pet, Ganymede. My pet and you will perform for me for as long as I like.”
Ganymede’s bright orange eyes blew wide as the blonde man motioned toward his servant. Ganymede hadn’t noticed that he was holding a thin, lank tube and a vibrator. The hand job had been just the beginning.
It could only be the twisted hands of fate that would land a boy designed to be a weapon in the lap of a Blondie who used him as a sex doll. Such a relationship was unnatural and only time would tell how fate would go about correcting such things.