Cygnus looked at him with a smile, thumb swirling a finger on the slave's cheek as he continued to tilt his chin upwards. "I love that ferocity in your eyes. Unbroken and ambitious. But I'll have to tame that, yes?" he questioned. His fingers entertwined with Altair's long hair, as he tugged and kicked the chair from beneath the slave, the chair crashing to the floor with a loud bang.<br/><br/>Cygnus held him in place, lowering him down to his knees. He undid his trousers, letting them fall to his knees in a pile. His flaccid cock, covered in a nest of black hair, was large even for being flaccid. "You can suck me now or suck me later, Altair. I'll give you this choice without repercussion." Cygnus pulled his head forward, so that Altair was only a mere couple inches away from his cock. "I promise you protection and comfort... if what I give you is to be interpreted in such a manner. If only you will give me what I desire. Now or later you can satisfy me. But I do this to let you know how fickle the temperaments of my men can be."<br/><br/>He strengthened his hold he had on the slave's hair, dark eyes waiting for answer. He desired Altair - his elegant demeanor, and ethereal beauty. The way Altair carried himself had a certain nobility to it. All the same, he had to remind himself that the slave was his valuable cargo. He would have to be gentle with him. Any defacement would lead to a steep price drop.