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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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"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."

"He...wouldn't? If you, if I--?" It's not really a question, not a full sentence, but Dick can't quite bring himself to say more. He's curious, though, and not a little hopeful. If he could keep himself Brice's, if that was a way to protect himself from the other servants and, potentially, guests household... Well then. He'd do whatever Brice wanted.

"Whatever you'd like, Brice," he finally says, dipping his head.

"That's the perfect answer, Dick, but not what I'm asking for right now. If I could take away your hard on that I hopefully helped cause, and keep Geoff away, would you want that?" Brice's head dropped, his lips slowly kissing Dick's right thigh, then left, then back to the right, but higher.

"I want an honest answer," he said softly, lips brushing Dick's right thigh, close to the panty line.

Dick took a slow breath, and released it shakily, his head falling back as he fisted his hands into the sift sheets beneath him.

"Y-yes. Please."

Brice's green eyes looked up at Dick's face. "Then I want you to not hold back, and shoot everything you have down my throat. It's important, Dick." Using both hands, Brice freed Dick's sac from the right side, then pulled his shaft out from the waistband. Fingers cupped Dick's scrotum before taking the other teen down to the hilt in one quick motion.

He'd practiced on bananas in private, though his father commented on how fast they went through fruit.

Dick cried out at the sudden wet heat that surrounded him, hips jerking up before he could stop himself. The panties bunched between his cock and his balls, trapped as it was between them, and Dick's grateful for it, the way it was just a bit too uncomfortable.

His eyes stutter and catch on the wide-open door, and he pressed his hands to his mouth, muffling the desperate sounds as Brice sucked him.

The doorway remained empty, as Brice knew it would. His speech patterns were well-known to Geoff, and he knew not to disturb. He was likely just watching on the video feed that was being sent wirelessly to his private quarters. At least, Brice hoped he'd given the man enough time to get there before he and Dick had started.

Lifting up, the suction was broken and the noise Brice's mouth made was as pornographic a sound as he'd ever heard. The gasp for air was wet and thick and saliva mixed with Dick's precum fell from his lips and onto the other's lap. Brice's mouth tightened as he began to bob on Dick's shaft, squeezing his balls almost painfully before releasing them.

The slurps were Brice's favorite part so far.

Dick had no idea there were cameras, and was expecting Geoff or another one of the servants to step into the doorway at any given moment. He tried to stay quiet, stifling his gasps and his moans as much as he could, though it was clear Brice had no such reservations. Between the saliva from Brice's mouth and Dick's own pre-cum the panties grew wet, the soft lace scratching and teasing him further as he curled in, hips twitching under Brice.

It really was a delicious setup, Brice had to pride himself on that. It was his idea from the start, and no one would suspect someone flippant, rich teen, who loved pizza and giving blowjobs.

His fingers gripped harder into Dick's thigh, the other hand still busy learning every fold and bump on Dick's scrote. Raising up fully, Brice gathered the fluids in his mouth and spit them into his palm, catching the edges of Dick's balls with it.

"You're like a leaky faucet baby. How long's it been?" His voice was quiet, slightly harsh from the abuse to his throat, but easily understood. Before getting an answer, Brice was back on Dick, gulping him down and letting his teeth slightly graze the tender flesh.

There's no time for him to answer, no time for him to say forever, because his own pleasure hadn't rarely been the focus of anyone beside himself. He'd barely come out of boyhood before being taken by the slavers, and with them wanting to sell him as a virgin pleasure slave, Dick had been forbidden to even touch himself. He'd snuck in a jerking off session occasionally, but it was always frought with the terror of being caught. And, of course, the guards and doctors took great pleasure in fingering him, pressing and rubbing against his prostate until they either milked him or could laugh at the way he writhed beneath them, but he never wanted it, not even when he was hard and leaking.

This was--different. He's still a slave, but Brice had been kind and sweet and this was as close to wanting as he'd ever had. "Please," he finally gasped out, too close, too fast. "Please, please!"

ANother grotesque sound as Brice lifted off again, his fingers digging into flesh, squeezing around heavy balls starting to retract. "Hurry, before we're seen," he pleased, returning his mouth and sucking hard, trying to pull the orgasm from Dick's body. His fingers left the dark purple welt on his thigh to massage the base of his slave's cock, hopefully hurrying the onslaught.

Brice felt Dick's sack shrink, pull up closer to his body and his cock swell in his mouth. Inhaling sharply through his nose, Brice readied himself, hand leaving Dick's sac to grip something under the bed.

Brice had a point, and the thought of being caught like this, on the bed with his master's head between his thighs, a pair of soaking wet panties twisted around his cock and balls... Dick could hardly bear it. The extra touch to his cock was little more than the catalyst he needed, and Dick's back arched sharply as he came with another cry, the sound loud and clear despite the way he tried to hide it behind his hands.

"Mmph!" Brice grimaced, knowing what to expect but still surprised by the sheer velocity and volume of the load Dick had to give him. Swallowing all of it became too much, his cum sliding into his mouth, over his tongue and eventually out of his mouth and down his chin.

Brice continued to swallow, feeling each pulse of Dick's cock as it pushed his seed from the slit. Each swallow brought a moan from Brice's throat, past his pursed lips, which just dribbled more of Dick onto his chest.

As Dick began to soften, Brice was sure to keep his mouth on him, sucking up every last drop. Eventually, Brice used one hand to push Dick's torso back and down onto the bed, keeping his hands away from the lower part of his body.

Brice's own cock was painfully hard, close to climax, but he knew what happened next was important. When Dick was only a few inches long in his mouth, Brice's hand brought up the cock cage. With an eerily smooth movement, Brice removed his lips and fit Dick into it, clicking the front and back together and securing the tiny lock in place on the front.

Rearing up onto his heels, Brice swallowed thickly and kissed Dick's thighs once he tugged on the lock and found it secure.

Dick panted as his orgasm wound down, watching Brice with glassy eyes. His master looked beautiful, gorgeously appealing, and Dick had never thought he'd find the sight of his cum on someone else to be attractive but... Brice was stunning like that.

He went backwards as he was pushed, his entire body pliant and malleable in his post-orgasmic haze as he tried to catch his breath after the best orgasm he'd ever had. Brice continued suckling gently at him, and it toed the line wonderfully between so good and too much as he softened.

And then-- Everything moved faster than he realized, and Dick wasn't quite sure what had happened before Brice was suddenly pulling away from him. There was a strange pressure around his cock, and Dick pushed himself up onto his elbows to look down, eyes widening at the strange sight of his encased cock.

"What is-- What are you doing?" he asked, dismayed as he reached down to tug futilely at the cage. "What is this?"

"I'm protecting you, baby," Brice answered innocently, rising up, cock pushing his shorts out. With a simple gesture, his cut cockhead peeked out from the elastic band. "Geoff - and anyone here, really - would want you to get hard and not be able to come when I wanted you to. So now you can't, unless I allow it, so they'll leave you alone."

Brice picked up his glass and took a long drink of water, swishing around the last bit to clear his mouth of Dick's cum. "If you get hard, this little device will make sure you don't stay hard." Brice's index finger tapped against the glass, the sound tight and clear in the bedroom.

"Do you want to try it out? Because I could eat your ass...," Brice trailed off, already not liking the look on Dick's face.

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