Blair's Branding

*His body was not his own*.
Blair was again on his back beneath the mighty Quinn. He smiled a little at his own joke and then sighed. He’d entered the chambers to find Quinn lounging naked on the bed, waiting for him. As before Quinn made Blair come to him. Blair had to take off his clothes and climb on to the bed on his own accord. What exquisite punishment; it would have been easier in a way if Quinn would abuse him, assault him, tear off his clothes, rape him. But this, forcing him to offer himself so confused Blair that he both resented and desired his master at the same time. This was also confusing because he’d never desired a man before, but this man even only in thought or sight drove him mad with anticipation. Would that mean any man could stir him or just this man?

He slipped on to the bed and lay on his back - inviting Quinn to taste, to take. Quinn leisurely perused his lean body before stroking him from neck to knee, drawing him close and sliding a leg over him. Quinn didn’t restrain him but Blair rested his arms lightly against the bed above his head. Quinn’s limbs bestrode his; his thighs enclosed Blair’s hips and he rested on his elbows on either side of Blair’s body keeping his weight off except where their hips were welded together. Quinn stroked his hair and his face as he nipped his ear, kissed his mouth and his neck.

Blair sighed again. It wasn’t unpleasant at all - in fact his body was responding; his nipples were tight, his cock was hard. But it was like he was enjoying a job a little like a prostitute with a favorite client. Quinn ceased his ministrations to look down at Blair, and Blair looked up at him. Quinn smiled, “Touch me, Blair. I want to feel your hands on me.”
Blair’s fingers curled into loose fists, but otherwise he didn’t move. He’d had his hands all over Quinn’s body more than once; in the bath, on the table massaging oil into his skin, but during sex he’d been passive. Maybe that was his small act of resistance, but Quinn had grown weary of it. *Some resistance*; all Quinn had to command was “Touch me, Blair” and there ended his act of rebellion.

Not tentatively, but slowly with studied deliberation he cupped his hand around Quinn’s close-cropped scalp, sliding it lightly down the side of his face, thumbing the whorls of his ear. Quinn’s eyes grew heavy lidded just from that. *His body was so sensitive*. Blair drew his hand slowly down the column of his neck to squeeze the great muscles of his shoulder and arm. He stroked his fingers down the great forearm to grip the hand that cupped his face, then released the hand to return to Quinn’s lean flank. His other hand matched the movements on the other side and they met at the small of his back where he pressed the dip just above where his buttocks flared. Quinn groaned and pressed himself even tighter against Blair in response. Blair was flush with the power he had over his master - a refreshing change. He cupped the buttocks and let his hands squeeze and stroke their way down his thighs as far as he could reach then squeezed and stroked his way back to the buttocks and up his back. He traced the ridges of his collarbones; fingers teasingly brushing down his chest. He cupped his pectorals, thumbs teasing the flat nipples to hard beads. His hands moved with the Quinn’s deep breaths as he struggled to stay still, to allow Blair to explore. He had decent control until Blair held him in his gaze and stroked down his flat abdomen to squeeze his hands between their bodies.

He was surprised by the texture of Quinn’s cock how it felt just like his; hard and pulsing, sheathed in a velvety smooth, almost delicate skin. He’d never had his hand on another man’s cock, but if he closed his eyes it could be his cock. Why he would expect a difference he wasn’t sure. He kept his eyes closed and stroked Quinn like he was stroking himself; like that time in the shower when the thought of Quinn made him hard. He smiled to himself as Quinn’s cock quivered in his hands spilling slick, wet pre-cum on his fingers. It was his turn to be smug when Quinn stopped his hands with a groan. It was all he could do for the moment to bury his head in Blair’s sweet smelling hair. He shuddered with the effort of trying to step back from the precipice. Curious, almost absently Blair brought his fingers to his mouth to taste Quinn’s spunk - *that* was almost Quinn’s undoing, that and Blair pressing those same fingers to *his* mouth. Quinn gripped the hand, and with a pivoting motion that confounded him, flipped Blair on to his stomach.

Now he covered Blair’s back. Now his hips pressed against Blair’s ass and his arms trapped Blair’s hands. Quinn bit his shoulder, soothed the bite with his tongue and bit his neck, soothed the bite with his tongue, and bit and soothed, bit and soothed his way down Blair’s spine to the small of his back, to the delta of his bottom. He pressed on large hand against the small of his back and bent Blair’s knee to his flank with the other hand. He bit him, just at that delta, and soothed it with his tongue. Blair arched against the restraining hand on his back and cried out wordlessly. He’d never felt anything like this before. He moaned in anticipation when he felt the cool lubricant on Quinn’s probing fingers. It was easier this time, but Blair was still not used to being penetrated. His head dropped with his submission. Quinn was not as easy this time either; his thrusts were more urgent. He slid his knee behind Blair’s and held Blair’s hip still with one hand as he pumped into him. Blair pushed aback against him, letting his head fall back against Quinn’s shoulder. His own pulsing cock spurted semen all over the bedclothes and he collapsed back to his stomach with Quinn still thrusting into him. A little while more and he came.


He must have dozed, but when he woke Quinn was a warm presence behind him. In Quinn’s bed he was nestled snug against him, his bottom cupped by Quinn’s groin and thighs. Quinn’s leg was between his, Quinn’s arm was wrapped around his chest, and Quinn’s head rested so close to him that he could feel every hot breath on the back of his neck. He was like a Quinn body pillow, but what had been comfortable while he slept he now found oppressive. Again two minds; one mind soothed and calmed, protected in the arms of his warrior lover, the other mind resentful and oppressed, captured and used like an object.

Quinn’s breath changed against his neck - he was awake. He sighed and rolled away from Blair leaving him strangely bereft. *Make up your fucking mind you fucking lunatic*. It wasn’t so easy; if he embraced Quinn wouldn’t he be accepting his servitude? And if he rejected Quinn wouldn’t he be practicing a pathological denial of what Quinn had grown to mean to him? *Lunatic*.
“Quinn?”
“Hmm.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Hmmn.”
He stayed where he was, Blair couldn’t face him to ask. “Quinn, why did you take me? I mean you….I can’t believe that you have to buy your lovers.”
Quinn laughed. “Pure aesthetics, Blair. But even though you were the most beautiful man I‘d ever seen I wouldn‘t have bought you.”
“Why not?” he asked feeling a little bit of affront. “You said I was hot.” When Quinn didn’t answer he rolled over to face him and found Quinn was studying him with a frowning concern.
“Why wouldn’t you have…even though I was ‘the most beautiful man’ you’d ever seen?”
“Because wild-caught adults never settle down.” Quinn said bluntly.
“Wild-caught…?”
“Slaves/pets” Quinn finished for him. “Wild caught adults never really *domesticate*. They’re always stressed, agitated, they usually try to run…”
“Domesticate?!” Blair spluttered. The mere word made him so angry. As well there was a frisson of panic in him too. He had planned to run the first chance he got. Did Megan betray him?
His feelings must have been on his face because Quinn cupped his cheek with a kind of sympathy.
“I know you’re planning to bolt, Blair. It’s a predicted behavior. But please, please believe me, out there there’s nothing but arid desert and brutal suns. No one will keep you or feed you, and the hostile environment of this continent will kill you if not by thirst, then by exposure.

Blair scrambled off the bed in a panic. Just like that Quinn dismantled his entire plan. He began to pace the room restlessly. This was *not* what he wanted to hear.
“It’s an awful practice, Blair. One that I did not support. Wild-caught…”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”
“Very well.” Quinn conceded. He sat up in the bed. “*They* fight, *they* run, *they* get resold over and over again, *they* end up doing physical labor till they die. It’s an ugly industry that is drying up thankfully. Your group was the first we’d seen in many seasons. Rolof was wrong to purchase you but he meant well and here you are.”
He shook his head, and Blair’s fists clenched and unclenched spasmodically. “I can’t listen to this. I’m going to take a shower.”
Quinn heard the shower start and gave Blair some time before following him.
Blair heard him come to stand behind him. “What about Megan?” He asked without turning around.
“Megan isn’t like you. She’s captive bred and born. She’s completely comfortable in her role. She’s been in my household for years; my father bought her as a child and gifted her to me when we’d both matured. She was a coming of age gift.”
Blair laughed mirthlessly. “Unfuckingbelievable. Okay, I…I don’t want to hear anymore of this.” He said stepping into the spray. He pressed a knuckle against his temple.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” He ground out when Quinn reached to massage his neck. He pushed him away violently. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” he shouted, wild-eyed with emotion.

He turned off the water with trembling hands.
“Blair…”
“I used to be a man.” Blair said in a small voice. He spread his fingers against the cool white tile. “Fuck you and fuck your stratified fucked up society!” He slapped his chest. “I used to be a MAN!” He rounded on Quinn stiff with rage. “I used to be an independent, free MAN. I had a job, I had friends, I had a mother, Oh God, mom.” He sobbed at the thought of his mother devastated by his disappearance. “One day I was in the woods doing a job. Now I’m your BITCH, your pet. People see your brand on me.” He spat holding up his left wrist with the offending bracelet. “I gotta get this shit off of me.” He muttered to himself.
The manic gleam in his eye as he shoved past Quinn made Quinn follow him.
Blair ran for the armory. He caught up with Blair just as he fetched a small axe off the wall. Laying his left hand against the table, he measured the blade against his wrist just behind the bracelet, and swung. Quinn grabbed the weapon on it’s descending arc.

Blair possessed a manic strength and his still-wet body was hard to keep a hold of. It took all of Quinn’s ability to wrestle the weapon from him and wrestle him to the ground. He fought like a crazy person. Quinn shouted for help and Megan and Yuri came running in to find him literally sitting on a screaming Blair.
“GET OFF ME, GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
Quinn sent Megan to the bathing room medicine locker for a tranquilizer before he hurt himself, and directed Yuri to help him by sitting on Blair’s thrashing legs. Megan quickly returned with a charged hypo spray which she applied to Blair’s neck. Almost immediately following the hiss of the spray, Blair sighed and went slack.
“Call the doctor.” Quinn told her as he gathered the unconscious Blair into his arms and took him to bed.


Blair was dreaming. He was at the university, walking down the hallway to his broom closet of an office. Nobody was in the hall but he could hear voices and they were coming from his office. Two people were speaking.
“What does the doctor say?”
“Trauma, mental trauma. It has all been too much for him; caught, sold, displaced.”
“Damned exotics trade. There ought to be a law…”
“It would only force it underground. As long as there’s a demand they’ll exist. The only thing we can hope is that the market gets tired of it and the trade dries up on its own.”
“Poor Blair.”
“Let him rest.”

Blair’s body ached like he had the flu, and when he sat up finally he felt stoned. It was morning. He could only recall the previous day (had it been only a day?) from a curious distance. It was like he was a fly on the wall watching someone else’s drama. He checked to see whether he still had two hands. He did - the bracelet was still there. This wasn’t Quinn’s room, he thought looking around. He frowned; where was he? He only felt a mild concern. Yup, stoned.
“Blair?” Megan came into the room to squat before him where he sat on the side of the bed. “Blair, how do you feel?” She took his hands.
“All right, I guess. I feel a little bit strange.”
“You’re under sedation, darling.”
“Huh. Why?”
She stroked his face and looked into his eyes with a depth of sympathy. “If you promise not to try to hurt yourself again we can ease off .”
His face crumpled with distress and she hugged him.
“Oh honey, shhh. Just lie back down okay?” She drew him back down on the bed and lay down with him. “Shhh.” She stroked his hair from his face. “Shhh.”
“Where’s Quinn?” He asked half afraid that Quinn would have nothing to do with him ever again.
“He’s staying away.” Megan said, “Honey, he’s afraid he’ll upset you.”
He sighed.
“Would you like to see him?” Megan asked tentatively.
Blair sighed again. “Yeah, I…I think so.”
“Will you be okay?”
“Yeah.”
She kissed his cheek and got up to go find Quinn.

Blair must have dozed because he didn’t hear Quinn come in, and the sound of his voice startled him awake.
“No, don’t get up.” Quinn admonished rushing to his bedside.
“I’m sorry.” Blair said miserably. He laughed. “I guess you were right about us.”
“What do you want Blair? I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”
“I want to go home.”
Quinn closed his eyes against the naked pain in Blair’s voice. What could he tell him?
“Blair, I don’t know where your home is.”
“Earth, the Milky Way galaxy. Quinn, I want to go home.” But Blair was an intelligent man so he answered his own questions even before Quinn could find a gentle way to break the news.
“You don’t know where Earth is.” Blair said sparing him.
“The people that supply the exotic pe….the market go all over the universe. They will take captives from all over to make up one shipment. They sell their shipment to a broker, I’m sorry Blair, but they don’t keep records. With FTL engines…”
“FTL?” Blair queried.
“Faster Than Light, they can travel great distances. And they stun their cargo, you didn’t know how long you were aboard correct?”
Blair shook his head.
Quinn shrugged. “We can try to track them down, but I can’t promise you even if we find them they’d know your planet by name.”
Blair thought he would cry again. Feeling foolish he turned on his side away from Quinn.
“I’m sorry Blair.” Quinn said softly, squeezing his shoulder. He got up to leave.
“Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
“You could stay with me a while….if you’d like.” Blair said without turning around. But when Quinn came back to his bedside he held out his hand. Quinn took it and lay down beside him. Blair laced their legs together and curled against his chest where Quinn was happy to hold him. Blair sighed as Quinn stroked his back. “Rest Blair,” Quinn said soothingly, “Tomorrow’s another day.”