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The Slave Auction Meme

• 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. Blank comments will be deleted
• Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
• Please remember to be respectful of others while you play

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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Again, it was a neat trick. He watched out of the corner of his eyes, shifting his hips just slightly like that would help the whole process--and maybe it would. It was certainly one interpretation of the command that Kavinsky wasn't going to fault Eliot for, though he wondered if it wasn't the more exhaustive option. He didn't know, though. Maybe he was a wellspring of preternatural energy.

If so, Kavinsky wondered what else he might be a wellspring of.

"Not bad, so far." He shifted his hands on the steering wheel so he could tap his watch. "Time's ticking, though."

Oh he had no intention of doing everything magically. That would be ridiculous, not to mention difficult. He just liked showing off.

Without responding to Kavinsky, Eliot leaned closer and reached one hand over the center console. Deft fingers slipped into Kavinsky's pants to cup his cock, massaging it with his palm.

There was a part of Kavinsky that was maybe just a little disappointed it wasn't some other magic trick, but that was okay. Flesh to flesh was better anyway, and Eliot's long, deft fingers covered his cock easily.

Alright, so he was nothing to write home about. Big deal. It was enough cock to play with, and that's all that really mattered as far as Kavinsky was concerned.

There was plenty of time for other magic tricks. Besides, he had other skills to offer.

Despite the ticking clock, Eliot seemed to be taking his time. Kavinsky's size meant little to him. Not as if he had a choice in the matter, anyway. He pivoted at the wrist as he stroked his cock, moving his hand in a spiral up and down the shaft. His eyes stayed on the other man's face, watching for any reaction.

Kavinsky's eyes stayed on the road, and though his expression had gone a little pleasantly slacked, he was still resolute in focusing on their drive. He might have sunk a little lower in his seat, making it easier to get at him, making his jeans slide down a little bit, but beside that?

"That the best you got?"

Oh, it was going to be like that, huh? Fortunately, Eliot thoroughly enjoyed being a showoff. As he continued to stroke Kavinsky's cock, Eliot whispered a few words in some other language. As he did so, his hands grew warmer. It wasn't hot enough to burn, but the warmth was reminiscent of one's cock being buried somewhere other than someone's hand.

He leaned closer, whispering in his new Master's ear, "You only said you wanted to see how good I was with my hands. I'm much better with other things." Teasingly, he licked Kavinsky's ear lobe"

The sensation was definitely an interesting one, and one that Kavinsky wouldn't mind revisiting, especially as Eliot leaned over to be be diabolical like that. Luckily, Kavinsky was good at being distracted while he drove. The most reaction he gave was a slight uptick in their acceleration and a definitely lift of his hips.

"Well, you can show me all about that too," he promised. "Once we're not driving. Unless you've got a hand trick for that sensation too?"

Now there was a good reaction. He smiled as he stroked Kavinsky's cock more firmly, his pace increasing. There was a deadline, after all, and he wanted to try to make the other man cum.

He chuckled, his lips still by his master's ear. "No, I don't think I could duplicate that with magic."

Speed, gentle force, the certain heat that came with the touch now. Kavinsky let out a soft noise, his cock dripping against Eliot's palm with each stroke that passed over the head. They were getting closer to town, finally starting to reach stop signs and stop lights that meant that he could pause, turn his head, and catch a lingering, filthy kiss.

"Maybe I should pull over and you can show me."

Now that was more like it. He certainly wasn't going to let his ability to give a good hand job be questioned on his first day. He might be a slave, but he did still have his pride.

With each kiss, he tangled his tongue with Kavinsky's. His own cock was beginning to stir, making his already tight trousers uncomfortably so. But this wasn't about him. He smiled, "if you'd like. I certainly wouldn't want to cause an accident."

Kavinsky wouldn't want to cause an accident, only because he liked the car, which was more expensive than the person. He could fix the car more easily, at the moment; he just didn't know Eliot well enough. And dreaming up someone with magic? Well, that was a trick and a half that Kavinsky hadn't even considered.

He considered for a moment, while they were still idling. Then, he abruptly changed directions from where he was driving.

Now, instead of heading towards his home, an opulent mcmansion in one of the small subdivisions that made up what amounted for new money in this area, he wound through the small, sleepy town itself and toward a dingy old park and playground. The parking lot wasn't well lit, but it was open even though it was dark.

When he'd parked, he reached out and grabbed Eliot's collar, pulling him close. Their lips almost touched.

"Lube's in the the glove box," he said. "I need to worry about a condom or you clean?"

Eliot felt a sense of pride in the fact that he was even making Kavinsky contemplate changing his plans. He seemed like a man who tended to stick to his decisions. He hazarded a guess that this also meant that he passed his test.

When the car turned, Eliot was forced back into his seat. He momentarily lost his grip on Kavinsky's cock. Not wanting to lose momentum, he quickly rectified that and continued stroking his length. His eyes canted about, trying to figure out where they were going. A parking lot? How clandestine. It had been a very long time since Eliot had done anything like this. It was a fucking hell of a rush... circumstances notwithstanding.

He let out an involuntary gasp, his eyes widening as he was pulled by the collar. Fuck that was hot. He wasn't sure if he should be thinking that, given his new status... but it was. He resisted the urge to kiss the other man, realizing that probably wouldn't be a wise decision. Instead, he nodded minutely as one hand groped blindly for the glove box. "I'm clean. Completely."

Kavinsky smirked a little bit. He wondered if his plans were going to get an equal amount of gasping, and he sure hoped so. For a moment, he just held onto the collar and watched Eliot fumble. Then he released his new slave and slid out of the car, shutting the door behind him without another word.

He began to walk, headed toward the park, and a set of small pavilions that were set up in clear view of the parking lot but out of the line of sight of the play ground. Kavinsky could get up to a lot of shit, but if they got in trouble for this, he didn't really want indecent exposure to a minor on the list. That just sounded like it would be hell to get off a record.

At the pavilion he'd picked, there was a huge family-style picnic table. He straddled the bench, facing back toward the walk up and the car, as he waited for Eliot to join him.

Eliot hadn't felt this uncoordinated in a long time... It felt a bit like clandestine rendezvous when he was in high school. Then again, he was far out of his element. While he had nothing against wearing a collar once in a while, he'd never have considered it a permanent fashion statement, let alone the status (or lack thereof) it brought with it.

Once he was released, he remained where he was for a moment, his eyes tracking his master's movements. Once he was sure where he was going, he turned his attention back to the glovebox. Popping it open, he retrieved the lube. Taking a breath, he followed Kavinsky, trying very hard not to look like the obedient puppy he felt like.

He held the bottle lightly in one hand as he approached, looking Kavinsky over. He did paint such a picture. Eliot wondered if he should be grateful for the master he'd been given to. Well, he had nothing to complain about yet, at least. He smiled a little as he came to a stop just short of the table. He lifted the bottle so Kavinsky could see. "How would you like me?"

It was a good look on him, honestly. That languid, strolling obedience. Kavinsky ate it up, watching Eliot come from the car to the pavilion, the way he moved and how he looked all put together. The question was a nice one too.

Kavinsky put his hands between his thighs on the bench and leaned forward a little bit. He tilted his head, slowly smiling.

"Well, I was thinking," he said, "we could skip all the bullshit and get straight to the main event already. Definitely can't do that in the car. I'm flexible, but even I'm not getting fucked in the backseat like some shitty sockhop virgin."

Eliot chuckled. In another life, he would have loved flirting with Kavinsky and taking him home. But he could settle for this for now. As it stood, there were worse positions to be in.

"Actually, I was more asking whether you wanted to fuck or for me to give you that promised blow job first." He stepped closer, looking the other man over. "But I can certainly fuck you if that's what you want."

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