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Le Petit Kinkster
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 20, 2012
Could a birthday still be as amazing if your present had been spoiled for you?
The answer to this question was ‘yes’.
Cosmo could remember the conversation where it had happened quite clearly. He had been going about his usual business in the palace when he had been called into the throne room. Which was usually a pretty bad thing, at least for him. As one of the youngest princes of the Lemuria, he was still quite… Immature, and so as may have been expected, he got into quite a bit of trouble. He had simply been assuming that this case would be no different.
But it was.
“Cosmo,” his father had said, once the boy had stepped through the sliding glass doors into the spacious, elegantly-decorated room. “You’re coming to the age where all young boys begin to grow… Curious about… Certain things—” The boy bit his lip; oh shit, the servants hadn’t found the secret chamber he had made in his wing of the palace, had they? No, no, that couldn’t have been the case... Few Lemurians were blessed with the acrobatic skills that he had, and it was hard enough to even get up to the high beams in the corridor between his bedroom and the baths, much less find the specific sliding brick that opened up into what, from the outside of the building, looked like a very large ornamental golden statue of a soaring mythical beast but was, on the inside, a place of untold pleasures…
Now, admittedly, most things weren’t taboo in his homeworld. In addition to the rather… Scanty way in which everyone tended to dress compared to many of the other planets (then again, Lemuria was much hotter than many other planets) it was considered normal for people to have multiple partners and have interests in any or all genders. Hell, he had on more than one occasion even passed hallways in more vacant areas of the palace where one of his siblings or acquaintances were… Enjoying themselves either alone or with others. That wasn’t really considered normal, but it wasn’t really something that could get you into deep trouble, either.
But still, in his mind, all of that sort of paled in comparison to the fact that one of the younger Lemurian princes had transformed the hollow interior of an ancient monument into a storage room for a massive collection of pleasure devices. Especially when he had never actually… Done things with… Anyone else… Not that anyone knew that (well, except not for his snoopish older siblings!), but still.
He was more than anxious about anyone ever finding out.
And so he had let out an internal sigh of relief when his father had continued after a pause that may have seemed much longer than it was to him in his panic, “I speak, of course, about interplanetary travel.”
“Oh. Yes,” Cosmo said, letting out a mental sigh of relief. “Of course.”
“And so, I’ve decided that, for your birthday, you need a companion of sorts,” his father said. “I’m sure you know that it’s just not safe to travel beyond the A-List planets by yourself—” (the A-List planets being those that, of course, were rated the safest by the Planetary Regulation Authority and thus able to be traveled to by those below the legal age) “—but nor can I stop you from doing so once you become the age where you can travel by yourself in a month.”
And so it had been decided that, on his birthday, the prince would travel by himself to Eldraunt (officially a B-List planet) and pick out a slave for himself. To say that he had been excited about it would have been a grand understatement. It was pretty much the only thing he could think about. And while the thought of traveling to other planets was certainly something that excited him (who wouldn’t be?) he had to admit that he was more excited about the possibility of… Other things he could do with his slave. Things that might be able to replace the things that he did, uhm… With himself. In his special hidden chamber. Or at least add tremendously to them.
And then, after a month of waiting and imagining and being incredibly excited, the day had finally come. Cosmo had awoken that morning the instant the sun had come through his window and blared onto his face, jumped out of bed, squeezed into his clothes, and then ran to meet his father and get the Galactic Credit Card from him. He did need some spending money if he was going to pick out a slave, after all.
The upper spending limit that his father had given him had made him balk, first because he was astounded that they had that sort of throwing-around money, and second because he had no idea that a slave would even cost that much. Of course he understood that, uh… Well, it had something to do with the amount of time and resources invested in raising them, and then combined with… Uh… Well, he was sure that it would come to him! He at least tried to pay attention to his Galactic Studies tutor, even if the things that the man said to him weren’t nearly as interesting as that little book he had purchased at Bookplanet a few years ago and had treated like some people treated their religious texts…
In fact, he even had his copy of The Slut’s Guide to the Galaxy tucked into his bag when he had boarded his family's private spacecraft. Just in case.
The place he had found himself on after the shuttle had touched down was… Quite unlike anything he had ever seen. For one thing, it had what appeared to be a roof. For another thing, it very much reminded him of some sort of enormous open-air shopping center. It was sort of like the bazaars he had been to back at home, just that it went on forever. He was going to have such a difficult time getting around this place, he just knew it—
… And then he noticed the very large ‘TRANSIT STATION’ sign on the building next to the entrance and felt a bit silly for a while. He was about to step inside and ask for directions to where he wanted to go, but then immediately after that he noticed that there was also a pamphlet dispenser with free directories in it.
So he sat down in one of the chairs and started to peruse it while he waited for a personal shuttle to free up for him. It seemed like they were all out delivering patrons at the moment; not a rare occurrence, the clerk at the front desk had mentioned when he had asked.
“Let’s see,” he whispered to himself as his bright blue eyes scanned over the directory. “Oh gosh…” There were so many different categories of slaves, he didn’t know where to start! All he really knew was that most of the things on the list were things he didn’t want. Was there really such a large demand for ‘Amorphous’ beings that they needed like five of their own sectors?
And then he realized that the pamphlet had the same sectors listed in different ways for extra-choosy people (which he was). In fact, he only found what he was looking when he happened to flip to the section in which things were organized by gender… At which point he was introduced to about a score more than he had even heard of.
But he could find what he wanted now, at least. So he started scanning the list.
Female— Humanoid—Voluptuous—Sector 24T
He was tempted to make a visit, but… “No, why would I…?”
After skipping the rest of the female section, as well as the hermaphrodite section and something he couldn’t even pronounce, he found what he was looking for: the male section. A wide grin spread across his face. Perfect. And even more perfect, all of the sectors seemed to be next to each other so he could just walk from one to the other whilst browsing around.
The male pleasure slaves were… Lacking. It wasn’t that they didn’t all look totally tantalizing and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to own most of them, but it was that they didn’t really look like they would be good for protecting him if he got into trouble. Ideally, he wanted one that would be able to keep him safe whilst he traveled dimensions, but also one who he could… Service him in other ways. And these all looked like they were capable only of the latter of those things (but goodness was he tempted!)
It was as he was walking from that sector into the next that he noticed that a group of men was staring at him, murmuring amongst themselves. He frowned, but didn’t stop, and only heard a snippet of their conversation as he passed—
“—Shame that cutie isn’t for sale—”
He bit his lip, blushing, but didn’t stop. He hadn’t really thought about it, but with his plump thighs and wide hips and round behind, he did very much look like he would fit in with the pricier pleasure slaves on display here… And his outfit choice probably didn’t help, admittedly. While his clothes were far more colorful than those worn by the slaves on display, they were every bit as tight, showing off every curve and contour of his body—or at least in places where the skin wasn’t already revealed. It wasn’t even as if he was wearing anything all that scandalous; most people from Lemuria wore things equally as tight and revealing—they had developed in a very warm, acrobatics-heavy environment! … Then again, few people were familiar with Lemuria, he imagined. It was a very tiny planet, and with how good things were there most of the time, few felt the need to actually leave it for any reason other than exploration. Kind of like what he was planning to do, at least once he found someone to bring along with him…
The next sector he passed into was far more promising than the last. In this one, the slaves were… Substantially larger, and physically intimidating; some of them were even larger than anyone he had ever seen in Lemuria! The large title above the place said that the ones for sale here were for 'versatility', but Cosmo could think of something else that he would like to do with many of them. … And something else in addition to that, too, since the first thing he had thought of was travel to other dimensions.
He browsed the wares here with interest, and each slave for sale seemed more appealing for the last. But it was only when he turned the corner that he saw one who was—
“Perfect,” he whispered, his eyes lighting up.
He nearly skipped over to the area at which the man of his dreams (not literally, of course) was on display. Before he was even thinking about it, he was digging through his bag, fumbling for the Credit Card to present to the person working that specific stall. In his rush, and from all the sudden movement, the heavy, leatherbound edition of The Guide tumbled out of it and onto the ground, flopping open to a page rife with… Rather explicit illustrations.
Shit.
Cosmo found the card at about the exact time as he was bending to grab the heavy book, blushing up a storm as he did so. Tucking the tome nervously back into his bag with one shaky hand (how embarrassing…), he grinned sheepishly and timidly presented the card to the merchant, trying to ignore the fact that that had just happened—if he acted like it wasn’t a big deal, everyone else might too.
"Um... Yes, I'd like him."
The answer to this question was ‘yes’.
Cosmo could remember the conversation where it had happened quite clearly. He had been going about his usual business in the palace when he had been called into the throne room. Which was usually a pretty bad thing, at least for him. As one of the youngest princes of the Lemuria, he was still quite… Immature, and so as may have been expected, he got into quite a bit of trouble. He had simply been assuming that this case would be no different.
But it was.
“Cosmo,” his father had said, once the boy had stepped through the sliding glass doors into the spacious, elegantly-decorated room. “You’re coming to the age where all young boys begin to grow… Curious about… Certain things—” The boy bit his lip; oh shit, the servants hadn’t found the secret chamber he had made in his wing of the palace, had they? No, no, that couldn’t have been the case... Few Lemurians were blessed with the acrobatic skills that he had, and it was hard enough to even get up to the high beams in the corridor between his bedroom and the baths, much less find the specific sliding brick that opened up into what, from the outside of the building, looked like a very large ornamental golden statue of a soaring mythical beast but was, on the inside, a place of untold pleasures…
Now, admittedly, most things weren’t taboo in his homeworld. In addition to the rather… Scanty way in which everyone tended to dress compared to many of the other planets (then again, Lemuria was much hotter than many other planets) it was considered normal for people to have multiple partners and have interests in any or all genders. Hell, he had on more than one occasion even passed hallways in more vacant areas of the palace where one of his siblings or acquaintances were… Enjoying themselves either alone or with others. That wasn’t really considered normal, but it wasn’t really something that could get you into deep trouble, either.
But still, in his mind, all of that sort of paled in comparison to the fact that one of the younger Lemurian princes had transformed the hollow interior of an ancient monument into a storage room for a massive collection of pleasure devices. Especially when he had never actually… Done things with… Anyone else… Not that anyone knew that (well, except not for his snoopish older siblings!), but still.
He was more than anxious about anyone ever finding out.
And so he had let out an internal sigh of relief when his father had continued after a pause that may have seemed much longer than it was to him in his panic, “I speak, of course, about interplanetary travel.”
“Oh. Yes,” Cosmo said, letting out a mental sigh of relief. “Of course.”
“And so, I’ve decided that, for your birthday, you need a companion of sorts,” his father said. “I’m sure you know that it’s just not safe to travel beyond the A-List planets by yourself—” (the A-List planets being those that, of course, were rated the safest by the Planetary Regulation Authority and thus able to be traveled to by those below the legal age) “—but nor can I stop you from doing so once you become the age where you can travel by yourself in a month.”
And so it had been decided that, on his birthday, the prince would travel by himself to Eldraunt (officially a B-List planet) and pick out a slave for himself. To say that he had been excited about it would have been a grand understatement. It was pretty much the only thing he could think about. And while the thought of traveling to other planets was certainly something that excited him (who wouldn’t be?) he had to admit that he was more excited about the possibility of… Other things he could do with his slave. Things that might be able to replace the things that he did, uhm… With himself. In his special hidden chamber. Or at least add tremendously to them.
And then, after a month of waiting and imagining and being incredibly excited, the day had finally come. Cosmo had awoken that morning the instant the sun had come through his window and blared onto his face, jumped out of bed, squeezed into his clothes, and then ran to meet his father and get the Galactic Credit Card from him. He did need some spending money if he was going to pick out a slave, after all.
The upper spending limit that his father had given him had made him balk, first because he was astounded that they had that sort of throwing-around money, and second because he had no idea that a slave would even cost that much. Of course he understood that, uh… Well, it had something to do with the amount of time and resources invested in raising them, and then combined with… Uh… Well, he was sure that it would come to him! He at least tried to pay attention to his Galactic Studies tutor, even if the things that the man said to him weren’t nearly as interesting as that little book he had purchased at Bookplanet a few years ago and had treated like some people treated their religious texts…
In fact, he even had his copy of The Slut’s Guide to the Galaxy tucked into his bag when he had boarded his family's private spacecraft. Just in case.
The place he had found himself on after the shuttle had touched down was… Quite unlike anything he had ever seen. For one thing, it had what appeared to be a roof. For another thing, it very much reminded him of some sort of enormous open-air shopping center. It was sort of like the bazaars he had been to back at home, just that it went on forever. He was going to have such a difficult time getting around this place, he just knew it—
… And then he noticed the very large ‘TRANSIT STATION’ sign on the building next to the entrance and felt a bit silly for a while. He was about to step inside and ask for directions to where he wanted to go, but then immediately after that he noticed that there was also a pamphlet dispenser with free directories in it.
So he sat down in one of the chairs and started to peruse it while he waited for a personal shuttle to free up for him. It seemed like they were all out delivering patrons at the moment; not a rare occurrence, the clerk at the front desk had mentioned when he had asked.
“Let’s see,” he whispered to himself as his bright blue eyes scanned over the directory. “Oh gosh…” There were so many different categories of slaves, he didn’t know where to start! All he really knew was that most of the things on the list were things he didn’t want. Was there really such a large demand for ‘Amorphous’ beings that they needed like five of their own sectors?
And then he realized that the pamphlet had the same sectors listed in different ways for extra-choosy people (which he was). In fact, he only found what he was looking when he happened to flip to the section in which things were organized by gender… At which point he was introduced to about a score more than he had even heard of.
But he could find what he wanted now, at least. So he started scanning the list.
Female— Humanoid—Voluptuous—Sector 24T
He was tempted to make a visit, but… “No, why would I…?”
After skipping the rest of the female section, as well as the hermaphrodite section and something he couldn’t even pronounce, he found what he was looking for: the male section. A wide grin spread across his face. Perfect. And even more perfect, all of the sectors seemed to be next to each other so he could just walk from one to the other whilst browsing around.
The male pleasure slaves were… Lacking. It wasn’t that they didn’t all look totally tantalizing and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to own most of them, but it was that they didn’t really look like they would be good for protecting him if he got into trouble. Ideally, he wanted one that would be able to keep him safe whilst he traveled dimensions, but also one who he could… Service him in other ways. And these all looked like they were capable only of the latter of those things (but goodness was he tempted!)
It was as he was walking from that sector into the next that he noticed that a group of men was staring at him, murmuring amongst themselves. He frowned, but didn’t stop, and only heard a snippet of their conversation as he passed—
“—Shame that cutie isn’t for sale—”
He bit his lip, blushing, but didn’t stop. He hadn’t really thought about it, but with his plump thighs and wide hips and round behind, he did very much look like he would fit in with the pricier pleasure slaves on display here… And his outfit choice probably didn’t help, admittedly. While his clothes were far more colorful than those worn by the slaves on display, they were every bit as tight, showing off every curve and contour of his body—or at least in places where the skin wasn’t already revealed. It wasn’t even as if he was wearing anything all that scandalous; most people from Lemuria wore things equally as tight and revealing—they had developed in a very warm, acrobatics-heavy environment! … Then again, few people were familiar with Lemuria, he imagined. It was a very tiny planet, and with how good things were there most of the time, few felt the need to actually leave it for any reason other than exploration. Kind of like what he was planning to do, at least once he found someone to bring along with him…
The next sector he passed into was far more promising than the last. In this one, the slaves were… Substantially larger, and physically intimidating; some of them were even larger than anyone he had ever seen in Lemuria! The large title above the place said that the ones for sale here were for 'versatility', but Cosmo could think of something else that he would like to do with many of them. … And something else in addition to that, too, since the first thing he had thought of was travel to other dimensions.
He browsed the wares here with interest, and each slave for sale seemed more appealing for the last. But it was only when he turned the corner that he saw one who was—
“Perfect,” he whispered, his eyes lighting up.
He nearly skipped over to the area at which the man of his dreams (not literally, of course) was on display. Before he was even thinking about it, he was digging through his bag, fumbling for the Credit Card to present to the person working that specific stall. In his rush, and from all the sudden movement, the heavy, leatherbound edition of The Guide tumbled out of it and onto the ground, flopping open to a page rife with… Rather explicit illustrations.
Shit.
Cosmo found the card at about the exact time as he was bending to grab the heavy book, blushing up a storm as he did so. Tucking the tome nervously back into his bag with one shaky hand (how embarrassing…), he grinned sheepishly and timidly presented the card to the merchant, trying to ignore the fact that that had just happened—if he acted like it wasn’t a big deal, everyone else might too.
"Um... Yes, I'd like him."
