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royal family of Obsidion. “How are you privy to all this information?”
    “The king’s own steward told me when he issued the royal order for me to come to palace this afternoon, to examine A rik’s wounds,” he said with obvious pride.
    Conan reached out his bionic hand to Pak Song. “Go. You must not keep the king waiting. I thank you for everything you and your son have done for me.”
    * * * * *
    A s Conan walked down the street from Pak Song’s laboratories, he thought of his brother. Hoped he was happy. Maybe he should check on Xander, especially now that he knew he would be leaving Obsidion soon.
    Conan had avoided the sex brokers, not wanting to encounter Xander and make his brother feel guilty over what had happened to him.
    But Xander didn’t need to know if Conan didn’t identify himself. Deciding he could conceal his identity behind the robe he had to wear, Conan headed into the Street of Pleasure, trying to ignore the pitying looks.
    A t the third sex slave emporium on the Strip, he spotted Xander posing in the window. A s before, his nude body was deeply tanned and oiled, and he wore the same jeweled collar Conan remembered. Now, though, Xander sported a large, red, heart-shaped patch on his left hip instead of the triangular one Conan had noticed on his inner thigh immediately after he’d sold himself to the A urelion. Conan assumed at first that Xander’s new patch held testosterone, as did the square, skin-colored ones Pak Song had obtained for him.
    Then Xander lifted his penis to display his castrated state, as all the slaves on display did when passersby stopped to look. When Conan looked closer, he realized the heart-shaped patch wasn’t testosterone, but likely female hormones. Judging by Xander’s enlarged breasts and his flaccid, shrunken penis, encased in a cock ring that would barely fit on Conan’s little finger, his brother’s owners must have opted to make him a bottom-only sex slave.
    Maybe Xander had suffered a reaction to the testosterone his Master had provided him initially. Conan recalled Pak Song’s warning that such reactions happened occasionally and that Conan would be wise to watch for signs of rejection. More likely, the A urelion and his clone who ran the pleasure palaces had decided that with his youth and boyish good looks, Xander would serve them more profitably as a bottom.
    Conan stood and watched his brother a few minutes longer, hoping the encouraging smiles Xander was flashing toward a potential client were genuine. Finally, after the burly Earthling clipped a palladium collar and leash around Xander’s neck, Conan moved back into the street, thankful for once for the anonymity afforded by his robe.
    His brother’s smiling countenance stayed in Conan’s mind. Xander had seemed pleased that the client he was flirting with had chosen him.
    Not even the click of the lock on that thick second collar or a rough tug on the chain attached to it had wiped the smile off his brother’s face as the man who apparently had bought his services led him away, down the Street of Pleasure.
    Xander had a new life and seemed satisfied with it. He hadn’t even recognized Conan. That hadn’t surprised him. While his hooded, white robe left his face uncovered, it discouraged others from looking too closely, as though they feared by doing so that his misfortune might rub off on them.
    It was unlikely their paths would cross again now that Conan would soon be going to Luna Ten. Xander belonged to the A urelion now, and the rest of his life would be dictated by his owner’s commands. Though Conan felt bad for Xander, he realized the path he’d chosen was common for handsome young eunuchs who had been castrated as adults. Conan sensed that while Xander seemed happy enough with his lot, he wouldn’t want anybody he knew to see him as he was now—especially not someone he’d looked up to in his former life on Earth.
    Earth, where only women were slaves. Where men fucked