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The Slave Auction Meme

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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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[It was Hisoka's father who had made the arrangements to buy such a fine young man to be his slave, instead of a woman (and Hisoka hadn't yet realized just what that meant). And while Hisoka was warming up to the idea, he hadn't considered the idea of making love to him until that very moment. He hadn't a habit of sleeping with slaves.]

[Tsuzuki was the first one who was truly his. That was an indescribable feeling. Hisoka knew that he shouldn't grow too attached to his belongings, but he didn't have anyone else to talk to in the manor. His parents isolated him. And Tsuzuki's eyes were as kind and gentle as his hands were. How could he resist? Closing his eyes and leaning into the touch for a moment, his hand slowly moved down to cup Tsuzuki through his clothes.]

[Tsuzuki sucked in a breath as that warm hand cupped him through the thin cloth pants he'd been given, the flesh within twitching at the touch. Face burning, he bent his head to brush a light kiss over his master's lips. It was a bold move, but seemed appropriate for the touch.]

[It was a gutsy move, so it was fortunate that Hisoka was already craving it. He tilted his head up into the kiss, wanting more than just a brief touch of lips. Tsuzuki's silk pants didn't hide him very well. Hisoka could feel him respond to his strokes as if the fabric was practically not there, and it made his body tremble in response. It was a good thing that the harem quarters were build in a way as to preserve privacy, or else Hisoka wouldn't have had the nerve to be so openly aggressive.]

Does it feel good?

[Tsuzuki gave him what he wanted, kissing back more firmly and parting his lips to invite him to explore. The more that Hisoka stroked him through the fabric, the more he started to harden in his hand. Thankfully there was that privacy, because he wasn't sure that his face wouldn't catch fire should someone else walk in.]

Yes...

[Hisoka was glad to see the response come so quickly. It would be a shame if his slave didn't like him. Hisoka gladly took the opportunity to truly kiss him, standing on his tip-toes to be able to reach Tsuzuki properly.]

[It felt really good to know that he was responsible for making him blush and harden so beautifully. It made Hisoka feel as strong as he thought Tsuzuki looked, and in a way it made him realize that there was more to him than being a possession.]

Lie down on the pillows.

[He bent down a little to make up for their difference in height, happily tasting those lips. If this was to be a regular part of his life now... he had no complains.]

Is there anything else you want me to do?

[Tsuzuki reluctantly pulled away to kneel down and then lay back on the pillows, looking up at him.]

[He may have been a master, but he was also a young man with a limited experience when it came to matters of the heart. When he looked down at Tsuzuki, eyes dark with emotion, he appeared more like the young man behind the master's mask.]

...Yes.

[He cleared his throat, obviously trying to regain some composure. The flush in his cheeks didn't go away, however, not even as he knelt down.]

Come closer. Help me undress.

[Tsuzuki tried not to be overly eager as he leaned up and reached for his master to stay undoing Hisoka's clothes. He wanted to see if the rest of him was just as beautiful.]

[Hisoka was just as eager as Tsuzuki was. He hadn't expected to be so swept up in urges so quickly, but he was a teenager and his body was a slave to his hormones. It didn't hurt that Tsuzuki was lovely to look at, and so strangely familiar at the same time. He felt both safe and connected to him.]

[Trying to look more stoic than he felt, he clenched his fingers on the fabric of his pants, holding Tsuzuki's gaze as his shirt was undone.]

Have you done anything like this before?

[Tsuzuki blushed at the question, smoothing his hands over Hisoka's chest once the shirt was undone, sliding it from his shoulders.]

Once, with my old master. He couldn't keep me long though.

[He hoped that wouldn't lessen Hisoka's liking of him, but he felt like he had to be honest with his new master.]

[If he had known Tsuzuki longer, Hisoka may have shown sign of jealousy at that. But considering their situation, he was simply curious and a bit relieved. But the story bothered him nevertheless. It made no sense to give a slave up unless the master was truly careless with money, or worse, had died suddenly. He reached up to touch Tsuzuki's cheek, not thinking about how it must look if the cold heir warmed up to his plaything.]

[Hisoka took a quick breath when his shirt came up, the cool air giving him goosebumps. People didn't see him naked that often, so he never quite knew what to feel about it. He straightened up where he sat, and then his aristocratic upbringing was easy to see. Just because he looked young and innocent didn't mean he was meek. His vulnerability was still safely guarded behind polite mannerisms, even as he ran his fingers down Tsuzuki's neck.]

Then you know what you're doing. Correct?

I know a little.

[He shivered faintly, looking him over with a blush on his cheeks. Yes, Hisoka was as beautiful all over as his face was. And he was going to get to touch him. A little smile grew on the slave's face and he slowly reached for Hisoka's pants to undo them. His master had told him to help him undress, after all.]

[At that moment, he forgot that he had hands and had an ability to push Tsuzuki away. Hisoka felt as helpless as he imagined a slave must feel. Hisoka squirmed impatiently as Tsuzuki undid his pants, spreading his legs. So his slave knew some of the things he needed. That was good, but it didn't mean he knew enough to make it comfortable.]

If you hurt me in any way...

[The tone of his voice turned dangerous at the end, betraying that the nudity made him feel vulnerable.]

[Tsuzuki squeaked and ducked his head, peering up at him through his bangs.]

I won't! I don't want to hurt-

[He paused and blinked as the connotation caught up to him.]

You want me to top, master?

[If possible, his eyes grew even wider at the suggestion. Hisoka talked the talk, but when it came down to it his experience was limited to all the books in his father's library. His parents didn't believe in explaining that part of life to him, so sitting with Tsuzuki and only partly knowing how to lead them through it was a lesson in sweet, slow torture for him. Especially since his member was standing to attention, tenting the soft material of his underwear. If he was honest with himself, he didn't know whether he wanted to dominate his slave or let his new belonging serve him. Both things sounded good, even though they were so different.]

Slow down.

[Wrapping his arm around Tsuzuki's shoulders, he drew him down, closer.]

Use your mouth.

[He'd actually been trying to guess what Hisoka had been wanting him to do, though maybe that reaction meant he'd been wrong. At least he hadn't been scolded for it. Swallowing, Tsuzuki nodded and bent down to put his hands on Hisoka's hips. He nuzzled the bulge in his master's underwear before carefully sliding them down to do it again directly to the skin. He tried to hide the fact that he was a little nervous, a blush on his cheeks as he opened his lips to wrap them around the head.]

[The suspense was killing him. When they moved this slowly, it felt as if his desire only intensified. So when Tsuzuki shyly touched him, it sent a pleasurable shudder through him. Hisoka groaned, legs spreading in a silent invitation. That felt amazing - much better than he had imagined it.]

[Tsuzuki's nervousness was only endearing. If nothing else, it convinced Hisoka of just how innocent his slave was. That was a quality that not many had, and he was determined to keep him pure, and not let him be disillusioned by the world he was bound to see. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to encourage him.]

That-- yes...

[Tsuzuki was good at pretending to be so innocent, preferring to be thought of that way. It kept himself in the purely parts of society so often, and away from his past.

Glancing up at his master, he slowly slid forward to let Hisoka's erection move deeper into his mouth. The slave wanted Hisoka to feel good, to enjoy himself. To know that he could do that much for someone.]

[Hisoka tilted his head back once Tsuzuki's tongue slid against a particularly sensitive spot, a weak whine escaping his throat. Tsuzuki was clever; in a way Hisoka had to give up some of his control to him in order to enjoy himself. It didn't even occur to the young master that it could be unsafe.]

[He didn't want to use words to say Tsuzuki did a good job. Instead he bent forward, resting his hands on his shoulders. To show that Tsuzuki was talented at what he did, he gently dug his nails in, scratching his shoulder blades with so little force that it should only be pleasurable.]

[Tsuzuki moaned softly around him, focusing on that spot for a minute before he went in search of another one like that. The silent praise made him even more eager to be thorough as he started to bob his head, lips tight around the other. He brought up a hand to cup his master's balls, gently rolling them in his fingers.]

[His breath hitched as soon as Tsuzuki began to get creative. It felt too good to be quiet. His body responded on his own accord, whimpering impatiently. If Tsuzuki was going to do things like that, this would be a very short affair. He didn't want it to be over so soon, and from the rush of need he felt the more he was teased, he knew it wouldn't last long.]

[Red-faced but pleased, he gave Tsuzuki's shoulder a nudge. He had proved he had talent for this, so there was no reason to cut their exploration short. But this time, he wanted to be the one doing the exploring.]

That. That will do.

[Looking up at him, Tsuzuki pulled back so that Hisoka slid from his mouth with a wet pop, the older man licking his lips clean with a certain sense of smugness. He hadn't missed his master's sounds of pleasure, and rather liked being the cause.]

What do you want next, Master?

[When he saw the expression on his slave's face, all he wanted was to grab the back of his neck and pull him back to what he had been doing. It was a look that sent a delightful shock through him. His cock throbbed and ached as he sat up, determined to get him back for being mischievous.]

Lie back. Take a hold of the headboard behind you.

Yes master.

[Tsuzuki pushed himself up, watching Hisoka closely as he moved up onto the bed backwards and laid down. He couldn't deny being a little nervous, but not afraid, not even as he reached back to hold onto the headboard.]

Like this?

Perfect.

[Hisoka followed him on to the bed, straddling his thighs. That position made him feel like he was in control of the situation again, plus it gave him a good view of his blushing, wanting slave. What more could he ask for?

He trailed his fingers up his thighs, over his hips, and let one of them rest below his navel. Although he really wanted to stroke him, he had been taught to appreciate the moment before they began. The expectation was half the fun.]

Don't let go of it.

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