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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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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.

"You look very sexy," Brice said once Dick had himself settled into the panties. Brice had a feeling the other would choose those - anything but being naked, which was a mistake. The tight fabric against the sensitive skin would eventually get Dick hard. Brice had tried them himself, had barely managed to get out of them before shooting a load.

"Now pour your cereal and milk, as much as you want," Brice said, gesturing to the tray holding a bowl, spoon, ad the cereal and milk. "You earned it." Geoff stepped inside the room then, his eyes raking over Dick's form.

"You're not needed now, Geoff. Dick is being a very good friend right now, and doesn't he look pretty in his panties? I'll ring when I need you." Still, Geoff lingered inside the room.

Geoff made him nervous, and Dick was very, very aware of how--slutty he looked, dressed like this. He kept his gaze averted, focusing on pouring out a bowl of cereal and milk, though the low tray meant he had to bend a little further than he expected, pushing his ass out. Each time he bent and rose, it slid the lace over his skin, and Dick had to swallow a few times to steady his hands.

"Where should I eat?" he asked, uncertain if he was allowed on the bed beside Brice.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Brice laughed aloud, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, please sit beside me. We're eating a meal, right? Just no spills, please." Brice patted the bed directly beside him, his eyes swinging up Geoff again.

"I said for you to go, Geoff. Don't make me tell Father." That was enough, the man bowing slightly and slipping through the crack in the door, a soft thud as the two pieces met in the middle.

"There!" Brice exclaimed with a sigh. "Sorry about him, he's my guard, and he's worried you'll be a threat." A bite of pizza and Brice watched Dick. "You're not a threat to me, right Dick?"

A...threat. The way Geoff eyes trail over him makes Dick wonder if that's really what he's concerned about. "No, Brice," he murmurs, moving over to perch at the very edge of the bed beside Brice. He keeps his thighs pressed together, wishing he could hide the way the lace bulges from his cock, but he can't eat his cereal if it's held that low.

The lace, though. It keeps rubbing at him, even when he's barely moving, teasing and stimulating the sensitive skin. To Dick's great shame, his cock has plumped a bit just from that. Not even half-hard, yet, but visibly not entirely soft either.

"See, I didn't think you would be. That's why I like you." Brice's reply was genuine, and he enjoyed his pizza for a moment, hoping that Dick was enjoying his cereal just as much. "Now if you'd like a different kind, you let me know. I was thinking maybe pancakes tomorrow morning. Or waffles. With lots of syrup." It was Brice's life - just enjoying whatever he wanted. Oh, there would be gym time and swimming, and mad dashes and long distance runs, but for the moment, he wanted to focus the fun things.

The delicious things.

Glancing over, Brice's eyebrows ticked up a few notches, seemingly witnessing Dick begin to thicken. "You know," he said once he'd swallowed, "I tried those on before you. I wanted to make sure they weren't too loose on either of us. But I didn't realize how much the fabric...rubbed. I barely got 'em off before kaboom!" And at the sound effect, Brice's hand shot out from his crotch, fingers waving in the air like fireworks.

"I couldn't have you wearing my spunk without you knowing."

With each of Brice's words, Dick's eyes grew wider and wider, and he swallowed hard as he brought the cereal bowl down to rest lightly on his thighs, ignoring the discomfort of the cold porcelain against his heated skin.

"Y-you... You were wearing... this pair?" No wonder the front was just a little stiff, just a bit scratchier than the rest. Dick had assumed it was just due to the construction of the panties, the way his cock is cupped in them, lace against soft skin that had never felt it before. "I-- You--"

He doesn't know what to say, at a genuine loss for words as he stares helplessly down at his lap. It's shameful, humiliating, and horrifyingly just...kind of arousing.

"Well, I had to try them out." Brice looked at his pizza crust in disgust and tossed it back into the box, slipping from the bed and grabbing the box to place it back on the tray. Thankfully, his appetite for such foods was small and easily sated. "They should have been laundered, but I had the help make sure the room was perfect so they were low on the list."

Brice's bottom lip puckered outward, his eyes getting large. "I hope they're okay? You picked them, after all. If there's any of me on there, then it's barely any at all. I managed to get them off before shooting." Brice walked back to the bed, the back of his fingers starting at Dick's left ankle and slowly sliding up the smooth skin. Very slowly.

"Finish your cereal, you can have more later, I promise." Brice's eyes zeroed in on Dick's crotch, the way the lacy flowers laid against his hardening cock. The next time he spoke, Brice's voice was barely above a whisper.

"When I got hard, the panties forced my dick to my hip. How far will yours get?"

Dick wasn't sure how much more he can actually eat, not with the way Brice's fingers trailed up his ankle and the soft words that burrowed beneath Dick's ribs, and that gaze so strong it's practically a physical touch on his half-hard cock. But he was told to finish his cereal, thankfully not much left, and Dick swallowed down a whimper as he mechanically takes the last few bites, tipping the bowl up to drink the milk.

Lifting his chin meant he lost sight of Brice, making him feel even more vulnerable, even if nothing had really changed.

"Good, thank you. I'm glad you liked it," Brice said, easing the bowl and spoon away from Dick's mouth so he didn't chip a tooth or steal the spoon. Dick's past was known to Brice, even though he was feigning ignorance. The bending in the tub hadn't been an accident, not really.

Placing the dishes on the tray, Brice snapped his fingers and Geoff reentered. "Take the tray and go. Dick and I are going to take a nap, I think. We're both tired."

Geoff walked quickly to the tray and with such a lingering look at Dick, Brice had to stand in front of the other, glowering at his guard. Stiffening at the spine, Geoff turned curtly and walked out, leaving the doors open wider than they had been.

"Ugh, sometimes I wish my father wasn't so important," Brice said flippantly, turning around to look at dick, palms resting just above his tanned knees, but not inching higher.

Leaning in, Brice's mouth grazed Dick's ear. "He's a bee, and your dick is like honey." As Brice inhaled, his chest brushed Dick's.

Every. Single. Time. Every single time Brice spoke like that, the easy teasing, the frank bluntness, it made Dick blush and avert his eyes. With Brice so close to his chest, Dick's nipples reacted to the proximity, tightening into hard, sensitive little nubs.

"The-- The door," Dick whispered, barely able to bite the words out. "It's open. Someone could--could see."

Why he was complaining, he didn't know. It wasn't as though he was expecting anything. Actually, no, with the way Brice was acting, Dick was fully expecting something. And, quite honestly, he was also pretty sure that Brice wouldn't particularly care if he was watched or not. Dick's got an exhibitionist streak of his own, but he didn't think it would be particularly wise for his first impression on any of the other servants to be seeing him have sex with their master.

Even if everyone knew that was what Dick had been bought for.

Between his legs, his cock had stiffened up entirely, reacting just as Brice expected it would to the lace.

"And you wouldn't like that?" Brice asked, his tone surprised, since it sounded like Dick wanted something to happen, that he wanted Brice like that. "Do you want me between your legs? I could pull the panties down from the front, or I could push your cock through a leg hole, or I could rip them right up the middle and free you. So many choices, so many things that could happen, but your main worry is someone watching me do any of them?"

Brice's tone was light, because he was honestly curious. Turning around at the waist, Brice eyed the slightly opened door. "That shouldn't be a bother, no one would really see you." Turning around, Brice lowered himself onto his knees. "You'd be okay with finishing in my throat, right? Then I could make sure Geoff never looks at you again."

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