Cygnus placed his free hand against the slave's cheek, stroking his face with a thumb. "Your Dusanian speech sounds like a siren song. It's a pretty song you sing, though I cannot understand it," he muttered, eyes searching his face for anger. It seemed to him that the slave would need more training before he was presented to the King, to stamp out his bold nature. Cygnus believed that it would be in his best interest to avoid presenting Altair to the King in his present state, not when the slave easily displayed his displeasure upon his face. He lowered his head to the slave's neck, beginning to nip and bite at his skin. Altair was warm and tasted of sea salt, from the humidity of the brig. A taste that was pleasantly familiar.<br/><br/>At Altair's attempt to command him, Cygnus raised his head from biting. His stroking hand turned and showed Altair the back of it, and then he gave the slave a strong backhand. "Excuse yourself, slave... " he growled, voice rumbly like a thunderstorm. "When do you talk back to your master? Never, yes?" Cygnus released Altair's wrists, grabbing hold of his shoulders to use as a handle and flip him onto his stomach. Cygnus' left hand twisted into his blonde strands of hair, tangling itself into the jungle of gold, and he pushed Altair's head down into the wooden board. "You need to be taught a bit of a lesson on how slaves act... however skilled you may be, this is unacceptable. You are no courtesan."<br/><br/>Cygnus pushed his trousers down using his right hand, releasing his sizable cock from its fabric prison. Once his cock was released he placed his right hand against Altair's back, pushing to immobilize him. Cygnus felt himself throbbing with lustful need, and he pressed himself against Altair's left bottom cheek. He rubbed himself, feeling a bead of pre-cum leak from his tip. But not yet; the slave needed to learn his lesson. "If you desire this to go more smoothly next time, perhaps you should be more docile,slave."