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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.

Snagged from here.

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"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."

Permission given, Dick slowly uncurled, settling against the tub as his shoulders slowly relaxed. "Could you maybe... Not talk about my, uh. Not talk about me like that?" He runs a wet hand over the back of his neck, face flushed with just as much embarrassment as heat. He's grateful for the fizzing balls, and it made him grin, drawing abstract patterns through the clouding water.

"This is the first day I've met you, Dick. I know very little about you. It's up to you to tell me more, to give me other things to say and respond to. I promise I'll try, but you've seen your dick. It should be bragged on. Maybe someday you'll brag on mine, too."

Brice drew a hear with the point facing Dick, then caused a ripple for it to float toward him.

That startled a laugh out of him, his first genuine one, and he smiles as the little heart slowly dissipates in the moving water. "It's just...not done," he tried to explain. Dick couldn't even imagine it.

"That's a good look on you - laughing, smiling. I like it," Brice compliment, ignoring the rest of the statement. His right foot slipped up over Dick's hip, then rested against his stomach just under the water.

"The kitchen only has Frosted Flakes, I hope those are okay. They'll be delivering food in about fifteen minutes. Will you help me get clean so we can enjoy it in the sitting room?"

For a moment, Dick tensed up again at the press of Brice's foot against his abdomen, but he deliberately forced himself to relax as he nodded. He reached for the sponge Brice had used on him, and then hesitated, "Is this what I'm meant to use?" And he hadn't seen which soap to use either; there were so many bottles by the tub, and none of them were labeled.

It was sweet, really, the way Dick asked, already knowing his place, and what to do. "Thank you for asking, but no, please just use your hands, like you did on the tub. I didn't know you'd be joining me in the tub today. I'm glad you are, though." Brice put his arms on the edge of the tub.

"I won't bite."

Dick's blush darkened, but he shifted so he could crawl forward in the bath, closing the distance between them. He dipped his hands into the water and brought them back up, pouring it over Brice's chest before slowly flattening one palms against the warm skin at Brice's shoulder and hesitantly moving it in small circles. Like this, he was practically in Brice's lap, and Dick was very much aware of both their nakedness as he tried not to press his skin against Brice's unnecessarily.

A quick shift and Brice felt his cock come into contact with Dick's. "So not so small when the water's warm," he observed with a smirk, shifting backward hard enough the water rippled outward and any velvet touch to Dick's head disappeared. "Scrub harder, I'm not going to break. I want to you to get me clean, Dick."

"If you're mine, then I'm yours, Dick. I'd tell you when to stop."

But Brice wasn't even that dirty, barely at all, Dick was smart enough not to point out. He nodded jerkily, cheeks dark with embarrassment as he tilted his hips backwards to prevent another accidental intimate touch--even as Brice moved backwards too.

He rubbed his hands more firmly across Brice's skin, digging in a little harder with the heel of his palms.

"One day soon, I'm going to suck you dry and leave you wanting more," Brice said softly, glancing down at himself. He looked clean enough.

Without warning, Brice turned over, back his ass up into Dick's groin, groaning slightly as his dick found its home within his wide crack. "Like Cinderella's shoe!" He laughed, rising up so Dick was stuck nestled. "Get my shoulders, will you?"

He just couldn't get used to the easy, casual way Brice talks about sex and his cock, and it just made Dick feel even more humiliated as he made a low sound of protest in the back of his throat.

When Brice suddenly turned, though, the sound got strangled, and Dick froze up, not daring at all to move. "Brice," he said helplessly, voice trembling. "What... What are you doing?"

"I asked you to get my back. How else would you get it? I mean, unless you'd prefer us dick-to-dick, we can do that and you reach around, but I thought maybe you'd like this more." Brice gripped the edges of the tub and looked behind him, catching Dick's eye.

"You feel good there."

He didn't exactly have the right to refuse, and it made some sort of sense when Brice put it that way. Dick swallowed and dipped his hands into the water again, tried not to let his hips move at all as he reached up and slid his hands over Brice's back and shoulders.

"Is this...all right?"

"Yeah, of course." Brice's knees bit into the porcelain bottom of the tub, widening his legs. "Do you wanna...?" Brice let the question hang until he was sure Dick could see the finger tapping at his own hole, the tip slipping in.

For all that he had expected something like that, Dick was still greatly startled when Brice offered himself up like that. He went bright red, redder than he had been ever before as he scrambled backwards, sending water splashing out and around, and raising both hands.

"I can't-- That's too-- Brice, please." Don't put him in a position like this, not when he'd just been sold and bought, not when he was still struggling to understand his role in this new household. Geoff might shoot him if he were to look in.

If Brice wanted to fuck him, Dick would understand. He'd gotten enough comments during his time with the slavers to know that he'd most likely be sold as a bed-warmer. The fact that he'd only ever had rough fingers pushed inside him meant they could also jack up his price, a virgin gypsy boy, exotic and special. But Dick has no idea what to do about his owner, his master, offering himself.

It was the response Brice expected, but he was still saddened by it. He quickly turned around and pouted at Dick. Brice's free hand went to his dick as he continued to fuck himself with his fingers.

"It's okay, I understand." Brice shrugged his shoulders and stopped suddenly, his cock hard, red, hungry, his hole taking a few seconds to close. He'd pay for both of those later, but it was important to show Dick that he could continue on without him, if needed.

Standing up, the water dripped off him and Brice retrieved a new towel, drying himself off. There was a knock on the door and he waved his hand, the door opening. Pizza and cereal with a half gallon of milk sat on a tray, arranged so the pizza didn't get cold or the milk get warm.

"Food's here. Please dry yourself off and meet me in the bedroom. There's a robe for you," Brice added, already in his own and out the door.

"Where is the bedroom?" Dick ventured, hoping to avoid having to ask Geoff and his disdainful gaze. He's careful to keep his eyes averted as Brice got dressed, rubbing uncertainly at his arm.

He's not as unaffected by Brice's little show as he'd have liked to be, his own cock plumping slightly, but the tub is still cloudy, enough to hide his reaction.

With his bedroom being one room over, Brice had no fear that Dick would be able to find it. All he had to do was follow the scent of pizza, since cereal didn't offer much aroma. Brice was kind enough to leave the door ajar, quick to change into a pair of shorts, giving up on any fun with Dick on his first day.

When his pet walked in, Brice already had a piece of piece up to his mouth, some sauce in the corner of his lip, not even noticing that Dick was there.

It smelled fantastic. As Brice said, Dick just had to follow his nose. Luckily, it wasn't far for him to go, and he rapped on the doorframe, waiting by the door for permission to enter.

"Brice?"

(( also, his kinklist, jftr! ))

"In here," Brice said around a bite of pizza, sitting on the edge of a giant bed. There was some red cloth by his leg, but he was too busy focusing on the pizza to mention it. "Come pour yourself some cereal, just the way you like it."

Brice swallowed and put the remaining slice back on the large silver tray. "But! You I don't want the robe to get milk on it. So, either you can eat it naked, or you can wear these." He held up the slip of red cloth, which were actually woman's lace panties.

Dick's eyes went wide, and he hesitated for a moment before reaching for the panties. The lace is fine and soft, not scratchy at all, but he already knows it'll look obscene without any room built into them for his cock. Blushing to his ears (and it seems as though he's been doing that constantly around Brice), he stepped into the panties, pulling them up over his thighs to his hips.

As soon as they're on, he regretted his choice. Handing the robe over to Brice, he felt even more exposed than he would he thought he might've naked, the lace stretched around his hips just like he thought it would and the bright red color standing out sharp and vibrant against his skin. His cock pushed it out in the front and the back didn't cover his ass, so the bottom of his cheeks and the crease of his thigh were clearly visible. Lace, well. Lace wasn't really meant for any coverage anyway.

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