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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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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.

He's lost track of how many times he had been at a loss for words since he had been bought; this just adds to them. When Brice had said he'd protect him from Geoff, this wasn't at all what he had expected. The sound of the cage made Dick shiver, and he shifted his weight, reaching down to tentatively curl his hand around his encased cock. It didn't even look like his anymore, like it...

Like it belonged to Brice.

"I-I..."

"Oh, it's fine Dick. You don't need to thank me. You're just lucky I like you so much already. And you taste good too. Do you like fruit? I think some pineapple would really make your spunk taste good. I could probably sell it in little vials, you're going to taste so good."

Brice pulled down his shorts and climbed onto the bed, getting behind Dick and beginning to massage his shoulders. Bending down, Brice's lips made contact with Dick's shoulder, then so did his teeth.

"But right now I need your help baby." His hard cock pressed between Dick's shoulders. "How do you want to thank me?"

He wasn't going to thank Brice...was he? Dick's all confused and turned around, unsure of his own thoughts. "I," he says, and then stops again, his shoulders drawing back as he straightens his back, pressing into the massage and flinching lightly at the bite.

"What... What would you like, Brice?" he asks instead, his mind blank and his tongue feeling thick in his mouth. What's the right thing to say? What would please Brice?

"Well, since you enjoyed what I did to you so thoroughly, I think I'd like the same." Brice's mouth circled around Dick's earlobe, sucking it between his teeth before giving it a gentle tug.

"Suck me off, Dick, swallow me down."

He dipped his head in the slightest nod once Brice has released his earlobe, shivering when the cool air met the wet skin. He'd never thought of his ears as a particularly sensitive part of him before, but now... It seems he had much to relearn about his body.

Dick slid off the bed in a fluid, graceful motion, landing on his knees. The panties are still bunched around his caged cock, tugging between his legs and tight between his asscheeks, forcing them just a bit apart. Shuffling around to face Brice, Dick lifted his chin, lashes brushing his cheeks as he slowly blinked, and then parted his lips.

Brice looked down over the edge of the bed, just watching Dick on his knees on the hardwood floor. "Babe, my dick's up here. Let's make use of the bed. It's softer, too." Brice patted the comforter and slid back up to his usual side of the bed, head falling into the big down pillow, cock waving above him.

"Gimme a kiss first, then you can suck me off."

He thought Brice would move to the edge of the bed, thought Brice would want exactly what he had just given Dick. Apparently, he was wrong. Dick clambered back onto the bed, blushing hotly as he crawled over to press a quick kiss to Brice's cheek.

"I wasn't thinking. Sorry."

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