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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.

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As soon as Brice saw him, he wanted him. Being too young to actually bid himself, he'd pointed Dick out to his father and that had been the end of that. While slightly displeased that his son had picked a male as his pet, at least Brice wouldn't be out in the brothels playing with who knew what when he had a pretty little slave at home.

They'd traveled in separate cars, of course, and as soon as Dick had been admitted to the sprawling mansion, he'd been ushered into a bathroom and stripped. Water poured and then left with a single attendant to make sure Dick didn't drown himself.

Half an hour later, Brice strolled in, barefoot in barechested, grinning at the pretty boy in the cooling water. "Thank you, Geoff. You're free to go."

"But..."

"No, it's fine, I'll be fine." Brice gave a flourish of his hand and Geoff's polished shoes at least left the tile and went into the other room.

"Hi, I'm Brice," he said, dropping to his knees and picking up a sponge. "I'm going to wash you now."

It's the first time anyone had spoken to him instead of at him or, more frequently, flat-out ignored him. "I'm Richard--Dick," he responded cautiously. "I, ah. I can do it myself." He's feeling really exposed and raw, sitting naked in the tub with his knees drawn up to his chest to protect his modesty as much as he can. The water's not as clean anymore, not when Dick had tried to scrub himself of the lingering grime on his skin with just his hands earlier.

Brice doesn't look cruel, for which Dick is very grateful. He'd seen some of the other bidders during the auction, men and women both, and it'd made him incredible self-conscious--something he never used to be. He has a good body, he knows it and he's proud of it, but he's never been so aware of how much it made him like a prized stallion before. There had been hands probing and groping every part of him before he had been dragged up onto the auction block, places no one's ever touched before as men discussed his various assets as though he was livestock, and he hadn't even been allowed to cover himself when he stood there, humiliated and on display.

At least it was a small balm to his ego that he had been expensive.

"Obviously you can, but where's the fun in that for me?" Brice pouted, the look polished and practiced to get his way. "And don't let anyone else hear you deny me, Dick." Brice snorted at the way it sounded, "deny me dick". It was true enough. He reached into the tub and pulled the stopper, letting half the water drain away before stopping it back up.

He turned the water on so it was barely warm. "It's going to get chilly, but I want to see just how tight your balls and cock can get. But don't worry, I'll warm you up later." As the tub began to fill with clean, if colder water, Brice grabbed a sponge and lifted Dick's arm up by the wrist.

He held it up and scrubbed hard at the armpit. "I liked the way you smelled. Like sun and wind, so we'll be spending a lot of time by the pool, but for now, I want you to not stink. Give me a kiss on my cheek for making sure you're clean."

He's being talked to and treated like a child, like a pet, and it made something in him rebel as he jerked his hand back to his chest, scowling. "Don't talk about me like that," he snapped, teeth starting to chatter as his skin starts to go numb and tighten from the chilly water. Just like Brice wanted, his cock and balls tightened up, but Dick kept his thighs pressed together, curling into himself as much as he can to preserve body heat. "I-I'm not--"

What can he say? He does actually belong to Brice, now; he'd been informed of that on the trip over. But he's a person, he's Dick Grayson of the Flying Graysons, even if he hasn't been part of a carnival since his parents died years ago. "I'm not yours," he finally said, sullen.

Brice sighed, staring at his empty hand, frowning. He heard the door creak open and glanced over. Geoff was there, and he looked ready to drown Dick right there in the tub. "No," he said softly, and the door creaked closed again. He turned his attention back to Brice.

"So you won't like laying out by the pool? Don't you like that I'm willing to help get you good and clean?" Brice clicked his tongue and stood up. He stripped off his gym shorts and climbed into the tub in front of Dick, facing him. Reaching behind himself, Brice turned off the water and scowled.

"Are you happy now? I'm cold and wet and shrunken just like you. Does this make you feel better?" Tears had sprung into his green eyes, the pout back out in full force as his teeth began to chatter behind his lips.

Whatever he had expected, that wasn't it. Dick's brow furrowed and he shrank back in the tub, shoulders curling in on themselves as he dipped his head to look away. He never liked hurting people, and he clenched his teeth.

He had expected rage, force, violence maybe. Not--whatever this is. But he won't apologize, not for standing up for himself, not when he's had so little chance to have a voice at all. "What do you want from me?" he asked, and if his voice is low and pleading, he justified it as needing answers.

Brice opened his mouth just enough that Dick could see his teeth chattering together. "Why can't we be friends?" His tone was imploring, the shiver that ran through Brice's body dislodging a tear that slipped down his cheek and dripped off his jaw, into the tub.

"I was just trying to get you clean, and you wouldn't let me. And now we're here. Both miserable, and now I have the dirt that was on you, on me, too, so I'm going to need to bathe too. And this is all your fault when all I wanted to do was help you get clean and be your friend."

Brice sniffed and got up out of the water, beads trickling off all around him, a line of scum that had been on the water just below his nipples. "Now I'm all dirty," he said softly, to himself, shaking his head as he got out of the tub and headed toward the door after drying off his feet.

This, Dick didn't know what to do with. He didn't know what he could say or do, but he jerked to his feet as Brice turns to leave. "Wait!" He sloshed water out of the tub as he scrambled out, but stopped on the mat, hesitating. "Please, wait. I-- I'm sorry."

There's a sense of terror that came with seeing Brice's back, the uncertainty of not knowing what might happen if he's sent away. Certainly, Brice had been condescending, but he had been a kind master thus far, and Dick had no uncertainties that if he's sent back to the auction block, it's practically determined that he won't have the same luck twice.

Brice stopped walking, his left foot raised so his heel was up but his toes were on the cool marble floor. A tiny smirk touched his lips but Brice made it disappear as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Turning around, Brice's eyes settled on Dick's groin, seeing the tight sac and small, acorn-head for a cock. His eyes lifted half a second later, another pout on his lips. "Then please get back in and let me help you get clean. Then we can refill it with hot water and you can help me get clean. That's only fair, right?"

It's not hard to see where Brice's gaze had settled and Dick could feel the way his cheeks warmed, his hands drifting down to hide himself from his owner's gaze. He'd never been as big as some of the other boys, and the cold water had done exactly what Brice wanted it to, and Dick was properly ashamed of it. "I-- Yes, all right." What else could he even say?

The air felt even sharper on his wet, chilled skin, goosebumps rising up along his arms and legs, and the idea of getting back into the cold water wasn't an appealing one. "Could we-- Could you warm the water for me? Please. Just a little."

Brice approached Dick and looked slightly up at him. Dick had maybe three inches on Brice, but that didn't bother the other. Brice made a show of looking at the door, as if Geoff was the one who had to give permission to such things as hot water usage.

"I guess it'd be okay," Brice said in a hushed town, his palm against Dick's smooth, stomach. "But you have to get back in now and we'll let some water out." Once Dick was back in, Brice pulled the stopper and let some water out, then turned on the faucet again. The water was just a bit warmer, and the stream only lasted a few minutes before he turned it off.

"I have to save some for my bath now too," Brice said by way of an explanation, with the implication that Dick was the one who'd made him dirty in the first place. Fingers gently wrapped once again around Dick's wrist and raised his arm up, out of the water for cleaning.

"I want to know your favorite food, your favorite book, and your favorite time of day," Brice said sweetly, the sponge already sliding over the chocolate treat nipples Dick had.

Still fighting down shivers, Dick didn't dare protest or complain. Each movement of the sponge over his chest made him flinch slightly, his nipples already hard and pebbled from the cold water and feeling all the more sensitive for it. He sucked on his lip, glancing over at his owner briefly again before lowering his gaze.

"I like dusk," he said, answering one of the three questions as he allowed Brice to move him as he saw fit. "I like how the sky turns different colors, and how the stars become visible one at a time."

Brice stopped when Dick began to talk, the sponge dipping back into the water and settling there, above Dick's thigh, as he listened.

"I like that time of day, too," Brice said, leaning over the tub and finding Dick's ankle. He gently tugged on it so he could wash between his toes and then slide it down his seemingly hairless leg. "I think if I had to eat one thing forever, it'd be pizza. But then I won't fit through the door. So I'd add in some Cheezits and some fruit, too."

He was careful to avoid touching Dick's privates, smoothing the sponge over his lower abdomen. "Okay, turn around in the tub," he said softly, making a circular motion with the sponge.

The touch of the sponge as it trailed over his feet and down his leg, past his sensitive inner thigh, seems terribly intimate, and Dick was just waiting for Brice to touch him. He didn't, though, and for some strange, inexplicable reason, Dick wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

He moved as told, shifting up to his knees and bracing himself against the edge of the tub. Like this, he had a perfect view out the window to the grounds below, but he couldn't see Brice or the rest of the bathroom. "Cereal," he admits, and it'd been so long since he last was able to indulge. "Something sugary and ridiculously unhealthy. I like the sweet milk at the end."

"Argh!" Brice groaned, leaning back from the tub and growling at the ceiling. "How could forget about cereal? It's got all the nutrients a person could need and then that sweet milk. Super good. But not cereal-made chocolate milk. Just like...frosted milk. Why's no one selling that in the stores?"

It was a rhetorical question because Brice doubted Dick had seen the inside of a grocery store in a long time. "That was a very good choice," Brice said, tucking in his towel and picking up the shampoo. "Lean back and get your hair wet, Dick. And close your eyes, don't want it to sting your eyes."

Lean back and get your hair wet, Brice said, but Dick's kneeling up, facing away from him and it's a tub, not a shower. He's lucky he's so flexible. Dick spread his legs a little wider at the bottom of the tub for balance and took a breath, aware that his muscles are tense from the cold water and the lack of stretching he'd been able to do lately. Then, he bent. Back, back, slowly arching in a steady show of his flexibility until his hair was wet from the tub before he brought himself back up, core tense and aching but feeling so good.

With his eyes closed, he couldn't see Brice's expression, but he... He wanted to please him.

Brice hadn't counted on the direct action with no questions. He'd been fine with Dick turning to the longer part of the tub to dip his head back, but the show of flexibility was welcome. "Wow, that's amazing," Brice said, obviously impressed.

When his head came up dripping water, Brice squirted some shampoo on his hands and began to work it into Dick's hair. "Don't let others know you can do that," Brice said softly. "They all know you're cute, but the less they notice you, the less they'll...want you." Brice took Dick by the shoulders and turned him once again, but this time he could dunk his head back normally to get the shampoo out.

"Rinse, please."

"The...others," Dick echoed uncertainly, and the images his mind supplied him with, whether they're likely to be true or not, make him shudder. Still, the hands working the shampoo into a lather through his thick hair relax as they massage over his scalp, and Dick nodded in agreement once he could assume it wouldn't disrupt what Brice was doing.

He appreciated being turned, the implicit permission to dip his head into the water more easily, and he shook it a few times to try and wash out all the shampoo.

"Ther staff, guards, guests, that sort of thing," Brice clarified, flippantly. He didn't like to brag, but being a white Saudi Prince was likely unicorn status. Dick would learn more about him as time went on, and Brice enjoyed just being Brice for the moment.

With Dick now mostly clean, Brice stood up and retrieved a towel. "Dry yourself, empty the tub, clean off the ring, and then refill it, please. I'll see about getting us some pizza and cereal." He handed it to Dick and turned around, walking quickly, with tiny steps so he didn't slip, to the door.

His head poked out, back smooth with a few freckles across his shoulder blades. He spoke softly to Geoff, who would pass on the instructions to someone else. Closing the door to just a crack, Brice turned around.

Staff, guards, guests. Dick was faintly horrified at the implications, but he remembered how Brice cautioned him not to let the others know about his flexibility and he nodded jerkily. It was embarrassing to see the scum ring, to realize that was how dirty he had been, and it was true that he's now the cleanest he could remember being in months. There wasn't anything he could use to clean off the tub, and he didn't dare use the sponge that had been used to clean him, so Dick bent over the edge of the tub, rubbing away the dirty ring with his hands.

Glancing back at Dick, Brice was glad to see that he was using his hands instead of his towel, which was the obvious choice. "You can use the towel, Dick. It will go faster."

Brice watched Dick a few moments longer, then shed his own towel, letting it puddle on the floor. "I want you to know that you'll always be safe with me, Dick. So just stay with me and you'll always be fine, okay?" Brice turned on the hot water tap and plugged the tub before it began to steam.

"Yes, Brice," he murmured, rubbing down the tub with the towel once he'd been given permission. It left him nude and chilled again, but it did go much faster. He couldn't help the way his fingertips trailed briefly through the pooling hot water, though he was quick to draw them back, and he watched longingly as the steaming water filled the tub.

"See, that's great," Brice praised him, climbing into the tub, squatting down and then drawing his legs up toward his chest. He'd managed to fit three people in the tub before with plenty of wiggle room. Two skinny people like them would have no problem fitting.

"Alright, Dick, please come I before the water fills up too much. I don't want to spill any water on the floor." Brice spread his legs out, with plenty of room between his feet for Dick's narrow rump.

He didn't expect at all to be allowed into the hot water, and Dick would be a fool to look a gift horse in the mouth. He climbs in, tensing only briefly at the sudden shock of heat to his chilled body, before kneeling awkwardly at the other end of the tub, not really sure where to look.

"Will you stop that?" Brice asked with a laugh. He smiled and rolled his eyes. Put your legs like mine and enjoy the warmth." Reaching over to the bowl on Brice's right, he picked up three small balls and plopped them into the water. Instantly, they began to fizz, clouding the water.

"Don't be embarrassed by your cock, Dick. I didn't grope you, but I saw. And you're handsome all over. Now!" Brice grinned, lowering his shoulders into the water, "enjoy it."

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