[b][u][center]The Quarian’s Repurposed Life
Part 5
For anonymous
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Clean but naked, Zal waited for the tell-tale signs of sleep from the other side of the apartment. Kae’s click-clack editing sounds had finally stopped, and the beeping confirmation of files being uploaded had followed. Now, it was just the sound of the Turian breathing. Not even yet, not the cadence that meant sleep, but getting close. 

When it happened, he’d make his move. 

Zal shifted his position. Not much, just enough to look like he was moving in his sleep. After all, being too stiff would make it obvious that he was still awake. 

Breathing evenly, though? That was easy. Quarians had to learn from a young age to synchronize their breathing with their suit for optimum oxygen cycles. They learned a conscious control of their breathing that never entirely went away, so Zal was able to imitate a sleep-cycle breath pattern with ease. 

The main issue was not falling asleep before time. The longer that Kae took to fall asleep, the more tired that he felt. The Quarian staved it off with reminders of what’d happen if he didn’t take action tonight, but it was a meager thing compared to the need to rest after…

Well, after what had happened. His asshole still stung, still burned from getting rutted like that, and he could feel the way that the rim pushed out just a little. No prolapse, nothing like that, but there was a certain…puffiness, a way that the hole pushed out a little more than it used to. Even the slightest touch from the blanket over him was enough to send a shiver up his spine and a little thrill to his cock. 

[i]Mmmph…Note to self…find a good supply of numbing cream.[/i]

Not that it would do much for him, he imagined. Due to the suit, all Quarians were hyper-sensitive to some degree. He just had it worse than most. The most that the creams would do was deaden the worst of the hyper-stimulation. 

Still, that’d be better than nothing, particularly in this case. 

He groaned a bit, faking another semi-roll in his sleep. Kae didn’t respond, but the breathing on the other side of the room deepened slightly. Almost there.

Zal ran through the plan in his head again. He had to get off-planet, which meant getting back to the docks. It was [i]highly[/i] unlikely that he could just book passage, so he’d have to beg. 

That was fine. He didn’t mind being a little pathetic if it got him what he wanted. Or at least, that was what he was telling himself. 

But nobody would listen to a beggar in a bar or something like that. He had to actually get back to the docks, and that meant getting through the dock master. Staar hadn’t been too bad – not really – and Zal was fairly sure that he could find a good story to spin that’d let him back onto the docks without the Krogan suspecting anything. So long as he didn’t badmouth Kae, he was pretty sure he could get through. 

And once he was through…

[i]I can be convincing,[/i] he thought, clenching one hand into a fist. [i]And if it comes down to it…I can whore myself back…if I really have to…[/i]

It was something that he’d never done before. Had sex here and there, yeah. Been the sub to a few people, sure. Whoring himself to get what he wanted? It’d be a first…but for something like this, he could stomach it. 

He had to. 

Another few minutes passed. Kae’s breathing finally turned from falling-asleep to sleep-breathing. Zal rolled over, confirmed it, and sat up. 

Time to pack. 

Much as he wanted to take his suit, he knew better than to bring the armored thing. It would protect him from others, sure, but Kae had already hacked it. He had to leave that here if he didn’t want to be piloted back as soon as the Turian woke up. Maybe if he was off-world, he could use it again, but so long as they were both on the same planet, there was too much risk of having his free will taken away. 

He even rejected the idea of taking it with him. It’d be easier to build a new suit than to defrag and unfuck that one. Better to leave it here and see if he could confuse Kae for a little bit longer. 

[i]Which leaves me with the undersuit…[/i]

Zal didn’t like relying on it, but he didn’t have much choice. As quietly as he could, he unpicked the rubbery undersuit that was part of the main suit. Unlike the metallic outer bit, it didn’t offer any real boost to his muscles or reaction times, nor was it as armored against damage. It didn’t have the same scanners – it barely had the sensory capabilities to scan the air around it – and it barely had a breath filter built into the helmet. It was meant to supplement the main suit, not be its own thing. 

However, it had the massive advantage of [i]not[/i] being electronic in any way. It was all mechanical. No power ran through it, no circuits could be commanded. It was all down to physical, mechanical processes, which meant that it was completely safe from any hacker, even Kae. 

The Quarian slid into it, pulling the rubber suit up his body. He tucked his cock down between his legs to keep it out of sight – 

[i]Not that anyone can miss it anyway.[/i]

Zal took a deep breath, squished his dick back a bit further, and pulled the suit up to his waist. No obvious bulge down there now, though it was a little bit uncomfortable with his cock pinned as far back as it was. Normally, it’d be able to hang free in the main suit, but with the undersuit being pulled tighter…

Well, he didn’t want to look slutty, and having his cock pinned against his crotch and belly in stark relief would have looked [i]really[/i] slutty.

Pulling the rest of the suit up and over his chest, he pulled on the sleeves and tried to tell himself that he didn’t look as fetishy as he felt. The suit was a darker rubber, sure, and he was going to wear a faceplate again that would take away most of his features, but that didn’t mean that he was going to look like some drone in a club. 

He hoped. 

As he pulled the helmet on, fighting the sigh of relief that came from filtering out the smog and other things in the air, Zal glanced back at the sleeping Turian. It would be easy – so easy – to do something to him while he was unconscious. Beat the hell out of him for what he did, or at the very least tie him up so that he couldn’t come running. At the very least, it’d buy him more time. 

And yet, Zal couldn’t bring himself to cross that line. This was still Omega, and even though they had this apartment with a lock on the door, there was a very real chance that a thief could break in and do something. 

[i]I won’t be responsible for your death.[/i]

Shaking his head, he turned on his heel and made for the door. He stepped through, then locked it with his omni-tool. Hopefully, this would be the last time that he ever passed through that damn thing. 

#

The streets of Omega were just as busy as they had been when he’d arrived. Smugglers, thieves, gang members, and more wandered from place to place. Each one had their own purpose, their own way of moving. His years as a thief had taught him how to read that much about people and he made sure to avoid the more violent members of Omega’s society. Smugglers and thieves were safer than gangs and mercenaries, so he kept to the streets with them as much as he could. 

Even then, he could feel eyes on him everywhere he went. He told himself that it was because he was new, because people didn’t see Quarians as often as they did other species, but on some level, he knew that was wrong. Something else had them interested in him, and he had a bad feeling that he knew what it was. 

It wasn’t until he found a little café – more of a noodle cart than anything else, selling shit that would barely pass for food at the bottom of the Citadel – that he was able to pick up on some of what they were saying. He was leaning over the menu, debating whether to spend what limited cash he had on a bowl, when he heard: 

“So, you see that Quarian vid Kae put up?”

Every single muscle went tense all at once. Vid. People were – oh god, were people already seeing – 

“Hell yeah, I did. Foot-Rag Comes Out, right?”

[i]Oh. Fucking. Hell.[/i]

“Yep. Man, I thought Quarians were supposed to be all clean-freaks, but that guy could [i]not[/i] get enough of Kae’s feet.”

“Think Kae’s got a foot fetish himself?”

“I mean, maybe, but who cares about that? I was more interested in that pale-skinned fuck-slut.”

Zal had to focus on his breathing to keep himself from hyperventilating. They’d seen it. They’d fucking seen it – seen him – and who knew how many other people were already staring at that video and wondering what else he did? If they saw him without the hood – god, even with it, they were probably imagining him as the Quarian in the video. That was the way fantasies worked. He’d…they’d…

[i]No, no, no way. You are not getting turned on by this. No, no, no![/i]

Some part of him was, though. At the very least, the undersuit was getting a lot tighter around his taint and tucked dick. He gripped the edge of the cart that much tighter, trying to focus on the menu, but the chatter just kept going. 

“Never thought that Quarians could get that drippy.”

“Think that they’re always that shiny outside their suits?”

“Hell, did you see how much his ass [i]stretched[/i]? I knew Kae was hung, but goddamn, that Quarian took him like a champ.”

“Think that he’s open for business?”

“Might be. The slut looked like the sort that’d let others pay for a turn.”

“I’d step on him and make me take my dick for free.”

“Heh, the way that he drooled over Kae’s toes, he might just let you, but I bet the Turian’s pimping him. You’ll have to pay Kae, instead.”

Every comment had his face burning hotter and hotter, and worse, his suit pulled tighter and tighter around his groin. Sure, nobody had said his name yet – and that was the one good thing about being called ‘Foot-Rag’ throughout the vid – but that didn’t mean a damn thing when he knew that they were talking about him. 

[i]If a future client hears anything about this –[/i]

Forget clients. What was the Citadel going to think about this? If they were paying attention, then they’d know that Kae was supposed to be keeping things hush-hush. They’d be paying attention to the stuff that he uploaded while he was in the field. What were they going to say when they saw…that?

[i]Oh stars…oh, gods…[/i]

“Hey, you gonna order?” the Turian behind the cart asked. 

“[i]Hmm? Oh. I…no. I’m – I’m going to go.[/i]”

“No scales off my face.”

He turned away quickly, tottering away and struggling to resist the urge to run off. The conversation faded away, but he knew that it wouldn’t stop. He’d been around enough males talking about what they’d seen in the strip club that night when he was on other jobs. Once someone found something that spoke to their dick, it was hard to shift the conversation to anything else. 

[i]Just keep walking. Just keep walking.[/i]

Zal tried to tell himself that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to convince the Citadel that Kae was doing something stupid. They were going to see it firsthand with the stuff he was putting on the net. All he had to do was talk to them first, and once he got on a ship off Omega – 

[i]Just have to get off this damn station. Once I’m off this station, everything goes back to normal.[/i]

That was something he had to hold onto. If he lost hope, then he would lose everything. 

Making his way down the floating platforms that held the upper part of Omega suspended over all the ruined and damaged bits further down, places that he didn’t want to think about, he kept falling back into his memory of that…experience. The whole time, Kae had been so self-assured, so confident, so…cocky and smarmy. It should have been the most off-putting experience of his life, but everything had gone the other way. Every time that he had been sure that he’d be pissed off and angry, that he’d be turned off and be able to win the bet, he’d been more turned on. 

[i]Did he do something to me during the trip here?[/i] he wondered as he walked along with his hands on his pockets. [i]I know he drugged me to keep me docile, but did he make me do something else? He could have drugged me with who knows what else, or maybe there was some sort of conditioning program that he put into the suit.[/i]

Zal shook his head. He was getting paranoid. There was no way that Kae could have pulled off that level of bullshit. Even a genius hacker wouldn’t have been able to go that far in just a week. 

Right?

Shaking his head, Zal stopped outside the dock master’s office. It was different seeing it from the ‘land’ side. When they’d been making their way off the ship, it seemed like such a small office, barely more than a warehouse between them and Omega itself. It seemed insignificant, almost annoying that they had to go through it at all. 

From this side, it felt like a fortress, and one that he had to get through without anyone getting back to Kae. 

[i]If I’m lucky, he’s still asleep and hasn’t started looking for me,[/i] he thought. [i]And even if it’s a little paranoid, if he’s looking for me, then he’s probably starting to hack into any and all security cameras around the station.[/i]

Which, even with Kae’s skills, would take time. Particularly the ones that were around the dock. There might not be any official infrastructure money in the area, but there were plenty of criminals and mercs that didn’t want their shit stolen. They’d be pouring money and tech into whatever firewalls they could get. 

He smiled despite himself. His time as a thief had guided him to the one spot on the station that he probably wouldn’t be spotted immediately. He thanked his instincts for that. 

Still, he had to convince the dock master to let him through. Fingers crossed that Nakmar Staar was in a good mood. 

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to take that first step across the street and toward the office. A humming barrier field beeped as he stepped through it, announcing him the same as a door scanner would at a shop. He kept walking, refusing to listen to the part of him that wanted to run and hide. This was the only way to get his life back. 

As soon as he stepped through the door, Staar turned in his chair and the computer turned with him. Zal had never seen a set-up quite like that, but he imagined that it was useful to keep all the screens from being seen by whoever the Krogan was talking to. 

The scarred administrator looked up from his monitors, cocking his head to the side. He had one long scar down the left side of his face and two more down his right. The eye on the right side looked like it had been popped out by something long ago and replaced with something more cybernetic. Probably something that was capable of seeing further into the visual spectrum than a standard eye, he imagined; most people tended to go for an upgrade if they could afford it after an injury like that. 

[i]Still, not someone that I’d like to try fighting, even in my full suit,[/i] he thought, seeing the way that the Krogan moved. Seated or not, he had the look of a soldier that retired because he wanted to, not because he had to. The skills were still there, and there were enough desk-bits to hide quite a few weapons. Best not to piss this one off.

“Hmmph. You’re Kae’s assistant, ain’t you?” Staar asked. 

“[i]You remembered me?[/i]”

“He makes an impression, heh.”

“[i]Yes, well, he makes a living doing that.[/i]”

“Hehehe, so I’ve heard. So, what the hell are you doing back here?” Staar asked, leaning back as he folded his hands behind his head. “Thought you and Kae were settling in for a new life here or something like that.”

“[i]Yes. Well. About that.[/i]”

Story. He had to have a good story. Leaving while Kae was taking care of things? The whole assistant role not working out? Being sent on a mission to get something? Taking some footage back that wasn’t to be risked on the extranet?

That last one. Yes. That sounded good. 

“[i]Kae needs me to take a file in person back to another colleague of his. Something about not wanting to trust it to the extranet, you understand.[/i]”

“Huh. That’s weird. He’s not one to shy away from posting weird stuff.”

“[i]Well, it’s a little bit safer than posting it here. From what he was saying, it might get someone big pissed off at him, so he wants it uploaded from off-planet.[/i]”

“Huh. You got passage booked yet?”

“[i]No, but I was thinking –[/i]”

“Gonna beg someone to take you?”

Zal shrugged, trying to look as casual as he could about it. Oh, he’d beg, alright. Beg every which way that he could get the fuck off this rock. Anything to get back to the stars, away from Kae, and back to a life where he felt like he was still in charge. If he could just – 

“Or you gonna kiss some toes and hope that someone likes it enough to take you along with ‘em?”

His breath caught in his throat as Staar tapped one of his screens. Without fanfare, a hologram popped up, one of him on his knees with his cock throbbing hard and his eyes lidded, needy, staring at Kae’s feet. 

He couldn’t look away. The hologram continued moving, his own tongue sliding out to drag along the bottom of Kae’s foot, licking between the toes toward the talons. Watching it brough the taste back to his mouth, of salt and flesh and more. He shivered, his cock twitching at the memory, fighting against the tucked state he’d left it in and losing. For now. 

Staar leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up, the three-toed things settling on the edge of his desk. Zal looked down, then back up, then back down again, his brain unable to settle between the hologram feet and the new ones. The only reason that the Krogan’s lost out at that moment was the fact that they were still covered, but the fact that he could see the three toes outlined by the metal helped. 

[i]No, no, don’t stare. Don’t give yourself away. It’s not…it’s not…[/i]

“You wanna try giving me a better story, kid?” Staar asked, smirking at him. “Because it sounds like you’re running away from a deal you ain’t got the guts to follow through on.”

“[i]I just…I do have a good reason to leave.[/i]”

“Do ya, now?”

“[i]I just…I…If you can just let me through. I won’t make any trouble. I won’t tell Kae that you let me through or anything like that. Just let me talk to some of the captains and –[/i]”

“And what? You’ll try and whore yourself out so that you can get free passage somewhere else?” Staar shook his head, smirking all the while. “Tell you what, foot-rag. I’ll call Kae myself. And if he says that you can leave, I’ll let you through. But the way that I see it, Kae’s got your contract, and that means that he’s got the right to choose whether you stay or go. And if you’re running out on him…why, with Omega laws, that’d mean that I could have some fun myself.”

That – no, no, that was actually possible. With Omega being so far off on the ass end of nowhere, Citadel law didn’t apply. They probably had low-level slavery out here, and if they had that, then that meant that there were probably other laws. Retrieval laws that rewarded those that brought property back to their owners, for example. 

Which meant that Staar might not be lying. 

Which meant that he might end up under those feet after all. 

Which – 

Throb. 

Throb. 

Throb. 

“Got anything else to say, kid?” Staar asked, looking at him from between his armored toes. “Or should I call ya foot-rag?”

“[i]…[/i]”

“Heh, fine with me. I’ll call him.”

What could he do? Run? There was nowhere to go with his limited store of credits. He probably couldn’t call anyone for help, not without his call being shut down almost immediately. Hell, most of the Citadel higher-ups saw him as a merc, and they were hired for the specific reasons of being cheaper and more expandable than the other agents they had. No help there, not without some proof that they would benefit from it. 

[i]What…what do I do?[/i]

Zal could only stand there as Staar dialed out. A few ring-rings later, Kae’s face popped up in a separate hologram, looking tired as hell. 

“[i]Mmmph. What is it?[/i]”

“So, Kae, was wondering. You lose a foot-rag?”

“[i]What – oh, fuck.[/i]”

“Yeah, figured. The kid’s down here at my office; he was trying to sell some bullshit story of taking a file off-world for you.”

“[i]That a fact?[/i]”

“Mm-hm. Tell you what. I’ll keep him here for you. You come and collect him when you want, but I’ll use him until you get here.”

“[i]If you got a good handle on him, just keep him there until morning; I’ll come after getting some sleep.[/i]”

“Heh, you got it.”

“[i]Thanks, Staar. I’ll owe you one.[/i]”

Zal couldn’t catch a breath. Just like that, he’d been handed over to someone else. Not even the person that had ‘owned’ him for the night, but someone else that had done jack shit to…

And would do more to…

His thoughts just stopped right in their tracks as Staar reached under the desk and grabbed something. Something heavy, from the sound of it, something that clicked as he pulled it out of its storage bin. 

“Alright, foot-rag. Come here.”

“[i]…[/i]”

“You can come over here, or I can make you come over here, and only one of those are gonna end up fun for you.”

Not sure if he didn’t have a choice or if that was what he was choosing to believe to save the tiniest shreds of dignity, Zal hung his head and walked across the room. Staar stood up as he reached the desk and handed over a pair of metal circlets. 

“Take off your helmet and boots and put those on.”

He wordlessly did as he was told, pulling off both his helmet and the rubber ends of his suit and leaving his feet bare. His toes curled against the cold metal floor for a moment, the chill running up his legs as he stood on one foot, then the other to put the rings on. They were ankle shackles, he realized, and they were made of some sort of smart metal, tightening around his ankles as soon as he applied them. 

“Now, under the desk.”

Still hazy, he walked around the desk and sat down. The metal supports on either side trapped him, but it wasn’t until he spread his legs a bit trying to get comfortable that he realized what kind of situation he was in for. 

Click. 

Clank. 

Just like that, his ankles were magnetized against the desk struts. He couldn’t move them, either of them, and his legs were pinned wide apart. Zal’s heart leaped into his throat as the Krogan sat down again, extending one armored boot toward his crotch and – 

“Mmmph…”

“Heh, foot-rag tucked himself back, did he? I bet you’re regretting that right now. From the way you were drooling over that Turian’s talons, you were just about ready to bust staring at them. And now…”

Staar rolled his foot, the three toes tracing three lines down his crotch and taint. One toe slid over either side of his cock, while the middle one was right there, pressing down, nudging against his shaft and keeping it pinned in place. He could barely catch his breath as it teased him through the tight rubber of the suit. 

“Now, you’re going to be drooling over mine. If I let you, heh.”

“Nnngh…please…”

“Oh, don’t start begging too early, foot-rag. I’ve got a lotta work to get done. For the next hour, you’re just gonna be a stress ball for my feet.”

“No, please…just…just send me back. I’ll go – ah!”

His voice climbed several octaves as Staar stepped on his crotch again. Never hard, but just firm enough for him to feel every metal panel around those toes, as well as the weight that the Krogan could bring to bear. He groaned, curling his hands into fists at his sides, trying not to give into the temptation to grab hold of it and – 

And what? Push it away? Hump it? What could he even do – 

“Mmmph…”

“Hehehe, you keep mewling like that and I’ll have to gag you. Don’t need someone figuring out what’s going on down there.”

“I – I’m not trying – ah!”

Another shift, another rolling press. Despite the fact that his cock was positioned just perfectly to keep it from getting hard, that didn’t mean that it wasn’t going to drip. The next teasing stroke was just enough to get his dick to start, oozing back along his taint, dripping against the rubber. It wasn’t enough to get through, but his whimpering and gasping gave it away nonetheless. Staar looked down at him with his head cocked to the side, broad plated face tilting up in a smirk. 

“Hehehe, look at that. Getting off to it that much already? Damn, I knew you were a foot-rag, but this is ridiculous.”

“It’s…n-not my fault…”

“Heh, no. It’s just what you are, isn’t it? A desperate little foot-rag, willing to do anything to have a nice foot on your face, toes in your mouth, and a sole right over your cock to hump like a varren in heat.”

His head was going all funny again. First with Kae, now with Staar. What was next? What was going to fuck with him after this? How far…How far was he going to fall before he could – 

“Mmmph!”

Staar wasn’t letting him think. The Krogan’s other foot pressed against his face. The boot metal ended at the last inch of the dock master’s toes, exposing them to him. They curled just under his nose, pressing sharp points against his cheek for a moment before easing up again, and he gasped from the intimidating touch. 

“Go on. Sniff ‘em, foot-rag.”

“I…”

“Do it.”

[i]Do it. Just keep him happy. Don’t let him push it further, but keep him happy so he doesn’t get upset.[/i]

Self-preservation, that’s what he blamed as he leaned in and pressed his face against the toes. He breathed in, sucking in a very different scent. Softer, a little bit of a dry scent compared to the wet, oily, slightly sour scent that Kae carried. It still had that bitter-sourness under it all, but it started out dry, almost like something out of a desert. He made himself keep breathing it in, trying not to think too hard about it – 

Throb. 

Twitch. 

Throb. 

Drip. 

Even as his cock kept reminding him that he [i]liked[/i] being where he was. He opened his mouth, huffing, the hot air leaving his mouth and blowing across the bottom of the Krogan’s boot. 

“Oh, you’re doing good, kid.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he focused on breathing, keeping his head down and his nose up to get the most out of the scent. If he did this well, maybe that’d be all that he needed to do for Staar. 

After all, Kae wasn’t lazy. He got up early enough in the morning. It…it was just a couple of hours until then…

Right?

The door clicked. The foot between his legs disappeared, but the one on his face pressed against him more firmly, shoving his head back until it was flush against the bottom of the desk. He was trapped, pinned between cold steel and warmer metal, toes dancing across his face and the broad bottom of Staar’s boot pinning his mouth shut. 

“Heh, another ship coming in,” the Krogan said, shaking his head further up. “Alright, guys, let’s get you all processed.”

Processed. As in, they were going to be right on the other side of the desk, answering questions for Staar for hours while he was supposed to keep up his own little…session…to keep the Krogan happy. 

All it would take was one person looking around the desk to see him and realize what he was doing. They were right there, and the only thing keeping him safe was Staar holding him back and not demanding him do something too likely to expose him. 

And how long would that last?

[i]And if they see me, it’s not just a video of foot-rag. They’re seeing me. They’ll know that it’s me. And then…[/i]

Then they could ask Staar for a turn…and he didn’t think that the Krogan would turn them down. 

…Why did that…why was he so…horny?









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Zal attempts an escape. It doesn’t really go well. 

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Humiliation, Tucking, Quarian, Turian, Krogan, Dirty Talk, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Commentary, Mass Effect, Omega, Under Desk, Anklets, Bondage, Pre-Cum,