bakerstreet | The Slave Auction Meme

The Slave Auction Meme

â§ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
â§ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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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.

Snagged from here.

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Derek didn't want to jump too far ahead but if Stiles turned out alright he might want to keep him for himself. Stiles was different. He smelled different. And since he could smell something other than dirt, Derek could tell that he smelled amazing. That and he did get an amazing deal on him because he was so bad.

"No. I don't. I find it easier if it's just the two of us here. Nobody else to distract the new slaves. I will take you to my family's house and you can meet their slaves but that won't be for... at least a few months."

"So I'm stuck with you and no one else?" Stiles made a face because he wasn't sure if he liked that or not. He got along with other slaves, most of the time, but when he didn't get along with them they usually used him as a scapegoat. With Stiles' bad rap his previous masters didn't really question it.

"I'm going to be stuck in that damn cage 24/7."

"Then don't make me put you in there. I have other restraints I can put you in. And you'll see them eventually, I'm sure," Derek said with a small smile, looking Stiles over. The collar looks good on him. He might have to find him a different color though. Black was too dark on his skin. He needed something else. A red or a green maybe.

"If you promise to behave when we get in bed you can have your sandwich," he nods to the plate sitting on the cage, a water bottle standing next to it. Besides, while Stiles was eating he'd be able to set up the restraints for bed. He'd cuff Stiles' hands and lock his collar to the headboard, and he hoped he wouldn't have to do any more than that.

"What? Do you expect me to jump you?" Stiles asked with a slight grin. "I mean in a sexual way. Not the punchie way which I've done... twice now." Stiles might have been a little proud of that and it showed in his voice on and his face. "But don't worry. You're ass is safe from me. You're not my type."

Derek almost answered the first part but then decided not to, favoring to smile at the the last bit. "I'm not your type? Please, explain to me what is your type? Given your past owners and how you treated them I'm assuming it's not old men. You into twinks? Or women?"

"I don't have a type," Stiles lied as he moved to get onto the bed willingly. It was either the bed or the cage and there was no way he was going into the cage. So he had to settle for whatever Derek planned.

As he climbed onto the bed, the sweat pants that were just a bit to big, fell down slightly showing off his ass.

Derek's eyes went right to that nice little ass of his, smiling appreciatively as he admired it. He could hear the lie rolling off Stiles' tongue, his heart beat spiking for only a moment. He chuckled softly.

"I will say, you are my type," he breathed, before pulling his eyes away and running a hand over his face. He's pretty sure he's going to regret this purchase. "Now eat your sandwich before I secure you in for bed."

Stiles looked over his shoulders at Derek's words and saw exactly where the werewolf was looking. It caused the teen to blush, something he hadn't done in a long while, which he tried to cover up with a scowl as he pulled his pants up.

"Not happening, Puppy," Stiles said as he grabbed the sandwich and the bottle of water from the cage before moving to the side of the bed that was farthest from it. No way he was going to sleep next to it. "And do you really need to secure me? You're a werewolf and you'll be in the same bed."

See? It was better when you had clothes to cover up. That was blush he saw on his new pet's cheeks. There were ways to get to him and Derek knew it. He could get Stiles to want him easy. He already felt Stiles' eyes on him as he was changing.

"I do need secure you. And I will secure you. And you're not getting out of it. So don't try," he says, pulling a chain from the nightside table on Derek's side. Derek was planning on sleeping closest to the cage anyway. That was his side of the bed.

"Do you know how uncomfortable it is sleeping in chains?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched the werewolf pull a chain from the night side table. He slowly picked at his sandwich as he watched Derek.

Yes the teen was hungry, starving really, but this wasn't the first time he had been starved and he knew if he ate to quickly, and he wanted to eat quickly, it would make him sick. So he picked off pieces of his sandwich as he sat crossed leg on the bed.

"Are they going to be tight? Or lose enough for me to wrap around your neck and choke you?"

"The chain is going to connect your collar to the headboard. It won't be long enough for you to get out of the bed without me unlocking it. I thought about cuffing you but... you can't hurt me so I don't think I'll need to cuff you again." Derek comes around the foot of the bed, attaching the short chain to the headboard with another padlock.

Derek knew how uncomfortable it was to sleep in chains. Before werewolves can control their shift sometimes they had to be restrained on full moon nights. Derek remembers being a teen himself and having his mother secure him to his bed. It hurt and he howled. He didn't like it.

"Then can you loosen my collar?" Stiles asked because it was tight, tighter than he liked it to be, and he really didn't want to wake up to raw skin around his neck again. "Just a bit? So if there is pressure on the chain I don't die from suffocation?"

"I was planning on doing that anyway," Derek says with a small smile. "Last thing I need is to wake up next to your dead body."

After securing the chain to the headboard, Derek went to retrieve the key for the lock on Stiles collar. "Head down," he ordered.

"And ass up?" Stiles said with a snort because he had heard that order one to many times. But he put his head down, stuffing a bit more sandwich into his mouth as he waited for Derek to loosen his collar.

"Give it a couple weeks for that order, little one," Derek answered with a roll of his eyes. He unlocked and loosened Stiles' collar by a small notch or two, making sure it could move as he slept without hurting him but that was all, before quickly locking it again. "Better?"

Stiles snorted at the 'weeks' comment. "Or months. Maybe even years," Stiles said before lifting his head. He was able to move the collar without it rubbing his neck which was a lot better than compared to how tight it was before.

"Better. Not much but better."

"Well that's as good as you're gonna get it right now. And yes, weeks. I'll start prepping you tomorrow," he says, securing the chain from the headboard to the back of the collar.

Stiles let out a sigh as he was chained to the bed. "Shouldn't you let your slave become use to you and your house before you decide to start molesting it?" Stiles asked as he turned his head to look at Derek. He was trying to make Derek feel bad about what he was going to do which never really worked with any of his masters. None of them cared.

"I'm sure you've had worse than a plug up your ass the second night after your purchase," the master counters, reaching out to run a hand through Stiles' still damp hair. Derek cares a bit. And yet at the same time he doesn't. Because he's sure Stiles' had worse than anything he could possibly do to him.

"A plug?" Stiles said with a whining groan but he froze at the feel of Derek's hand in his hair. He swatted at the werewolf's hand and moved his head away. he scowled at his master.

"You must ask before you touch," Stiles said in a dead serious tone.

Derek raises an eyebrow, looking down at the pet sitting crosslegged on his bed. "Must I? That's very bold for a slave to tell it's Master. Well then, may I touch," he asks.

And Stiles has to know that Derek could do what he wanted, right? He wouldn't do too much but he could run a hand through his hair if he wanted.

Oh Stiles knew Derek could do whatever he wanted and actually expected his new master to take some of it by force. But he wasn't expecting was for Derek to actually ask. It caused the slave to blink.

"You may touch," Stiles said after a long moment of contemplating his answer. In the end he was hoping to throw Derek off a little by willing to agree to be touched.

It didn't really throw Derek off. But it did make him happy. The slave was complying for once. Sadly it was on Stiles' terms and not his own but he'd take the win where he could.

To touch Derek did, running his hand through Stiles' hair for another moment. "You're being very good. Thank you," he praised, smirking down at Stiles.

Stiles made a face at Derek's praise even though a part deep deep down did beam at it. It was a part Stiles kept in check and hidden. There was no way he would ever let any master know that he did like being praised.

"Do I get a treat now for being good? Just like a dog?"

"You're eating, that's your treat for now," Derek informs him, tucking the too longish bit of hair over Stiles' ear.

"We might have to get you a trim later," he says with a sigh. Upkeep was his least favorite part of owning a slave. At least in the beginning. He'd have to get him to the doctor for a full check up. Derek didn't trust the so called "doctors" at the auction houses. He'd need to take him for a haircut. To the Dentist. And shopping for new clothes. But it was a necessity.

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