Auction Slave
After a long stretch of writer's block, I got this written recently.
The parking lot of the Slave Auction was quickly filling. The sign beside the main doors explained everything. “Today's auction: Males 21-30. All three-time non-violent offenders, sentenced to enslavement as permitted by the 13th Amendment. 38 lots available. $1 starting bid, no reserve. Inspection 11:00 AM to 12:00 PM. Auction begins 12:30 PM.”
Inside, the thirty-eight slaves to be auctioned were lined up, naked, with their penises locked in chastity cages. Each one was watched by two guards. The prospective bidders could see, but not touch, them. Roger knew what he was looking for, and the auction staff pointed him towards several that would meet his requirements. He took notes of how they reacted when given directions.
At the end of the inspection, Roger took his seat in the auction hall. The auctioneer came out and gave the usual directions. “Welcome to the auction. As stated on the signs, the starting bid is one dollar, and bids will be in one dollar increments. There is no reserve on any of our lots. Payment is in cash or Bitcoin only, and is payable at the completion of the auction. Each of you has a tablet linked to your bidder number. You will enter your maximum bid on the tablet for the lot currently on the platform. When I declare the auction open, it will automatically bid on your behalf up to the amount required, or your maximum, whichever is lower. You may amend your bid within sixty seconds of the auction being declared open. After that time, the highest bid wins. Are there any questions?” Hearing none, the first lot was brought onto the platform, and the auction commenced.
Roger waited patiently through fourteen slaves until they brought out the lot he had his eyes on for most of the inspection.
“Slave #25-487216. Age 24. Three-time petty thief. Height 5'11”. Weight 178 lbs. Please enter your bids now.” The slave was virtually pushed onto the stage by the guards. He refused to turn around to show his back until he was threatened with the taser. Roger's initial bid was modest, but he was sure that it would be sufficient to win such a rough slave. His intuition was proven right when at the end of the bidding period, he won with a considerable sum left to spare. He had what he wanted, so he left to pay and collect his slave before the next lot was brought out.
After paying the cashier, they brought his new slave out, still resisting, but now with his arms cuffed behind his back, and legs shackled in irons. A black thong covering his caged cock. “Here's your new slave, Master Roger, prepared as you directed.”
“Thank you. I will bring my car up for loading.”
A minute later, the nearly naked young man was loaded into the back seat of a small SUV. Roger began to drive, ignoring the ranting slave behind him. He pulled into the garage of a suburban house, and only once the garage door was fully closed did he remove his new purchase from the vehicle. He grabbed him by the shoulder, and before he had a chance to resist, pressed him forward into the house.
He took the slave into his office, and put him down into a stiff plastic chair. “As you heard, I am Master Roger, your owner. You will address me as Master or Sir at all times. Do you understand me?”
“I will never call you, or anyone else, 'Master,' fuck off!”
Roger pressed a button on his cell phone, and the slave doubled over in pain. “Thanks to your slave implant, I can administer pain, in any degree I choose, with a press of a button. You would do well to remember that. By the way, that was a 3 on the pain scale. It goes to 20.” He watched the slave as the meaning of his words sank in. “You may wonder why I bought you. Honestly, there are three reasons. You were cheap, “ Roger held up a chased silver fountain pen. “I paid more for this pen than I did for you. I enjoy a challenge, and I get my jollies from hanging young slaves.”
The slave looked around, and realized that there were photos of hanged men, some dead, others dying, filling the walls. All dressed like he was now. Despite his best efforts to hide his fear, he visibly swallowed.
“Nine of them so far, not counting you. They all thought they were smarter than I, and they all paid the price for their hubris. My rules are simple. Do what you are told, when you are told, and you live. Disobey me, and you will die. I have given you a certain degree of latitude to this point, as you were just purchased. Now that you know what I expect, that latitude is at an end. Come here, and suck my cock.”
“And why shouldn't I bite that cock off?”
Roger said, completely deadpan, “Because you should be grateful that I am not telling you to bend over and take it in your ass, yet. And because if I believe for even a fraction of a second that you are seriously considering it, I will personally remove every tooth in your mouth. Now, come over here and suck it. Lips over your teeth, and up and down the shaft until I cum. And I expect you to swallow every drop.” The slave reluctantly got up, and shuffled to Roger's exposed cock. He went down on his new Master's shaft, gagging profusely. Roger guided his head up and down until he felt his cock unloading in the slave's mouth. He tried to pull back, but was held in place until he swallowed. Then he was slowly allowed to withdraw.
“Open your mouth, slave. I want to see that you swallowed everything.” The slave opened his mouth, and no signs of cum remained. “Good boy. I am going to remove your handcuffs and leg irons now. Don't think about escaping. The implant also has a tracking device. If you are more than ten feet from the perimeter of my property, I will be alerted. Even if I don't hear the alert, every law enforcement officer would see the signal, and would be obligated to capture and return you to me. And if you are considering attacking or killing me, I wouldn't. The last slave who murdered a Master was crucified, and took nearly half a week to die.” Roger removed the restraints. “The cage stays. You won't be needing your cock for anything more than pissing, and you can do that quite easily caged.”
He walked with the slave to a small room. “These are your quarters. There are more thongs in the top drawer. You will wear a fresh one every day, and launder them once a week. There are sandals for when I require outdoor work of you, but not to be worn inside the house. You will be showered and ready to serve at 7:00 AM. There is a small bathroom through the door on the right. You are to use only that bathroom. You will retire to bed one half-hour after I do. There is an intercom in here. I will call you when I require your services next. Do not leave until you have orders, and do not tarry when you have been called for. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” pausing before adding, “Master.”
Roger left the room, and went back to his office. Within a few minutes, he was on a video call with another Master. “Yeah Vic, he's just as rough as he acted at the auction. I doubt he'll make it the week.” He looked down at his phone, and then over to the home surveillance system. “He's already left his quarters without permission, and looks like he's trying to find my valuables. I knew he would when I showed him the pen. I'm going to let him think he's gone undetected for a while, and see how this plays out.”
In the house, the slave moved stealthily. As a thief, he knew how to maneuver through darkened rooms. This so-called Master was distracted in his office, and he obviously hadn't noticed him being out of his room. He located the flatware and a small safe. He left them where they were, for now, but it would be quick and easy for him to grab both on his way out when he made his escape. There were no obvious alarms on the windows and doors, so it looked like he was counting entirely on the tracking implant. He knew people, who could get said implant out of his body, for the right price. His mind wandered back to this Roger person's lecture about the prior slaves, but he convinced himself that he knew the man, and knew how to get past him. He looked towards the office, and still no signs of movement. The slave went back to his room, for now. He saw everything he needed to know, and would make his break tomorrow.
It was another hour before the slave was summoned to make the Master's dinner. The slave was surprised to be instructed to eat at the Master's table. “I want you here, for anything I require.”
“Yes, Master,” The slave said, trying to sound sincere.
After clearing the table and washing the dishes, the slave was directed back to his room. “I will be reading for an hour, and then will retire to bed.” Roger dictated to him. “Once I have done so, you will also go to bed. Do not forget that you must be showered, dressed, and ready to serve at 7:00 AM. Set an alarm accordingly.”
“Yes, Master.” But the slave had other plans. He decided that he wouldn't wait until tomorrow. He was making his way out now. By the time that chump woke up, he would be out of the state, with his tracking implant in a dumpster somewhere. He waited patiently for Roger's call that he was going to bed, and then another hour to make sure he was fast asleep. Before doing anything else, he looked into the bedroom to see his erstwhile Master sleeping soundly. He grabbed the flatware and the safe, and went out the nearest window. He was almost to the sidewalk when he dropped to the ground in horrific convulsions.
Master Roger stood over him, phone in hand. “That was 20. I told my friend on the video call that I didn't think you would make it a week. Looks like you won't make it through the night.” The Master placed him back in handcuffs and leg irons, and the slave was so drained that he gave no resistance. The Master opened the safe, and pulled out a set of sealed bags. “The thongs of the slaves I put to death. Yours will be joining them in about an hour.” He marched the slave into the house, with the safe and bag of silverware under his other arm. After locking the door, he placed the loot on a table nearby, and the slave was forced into the basement.
In the center of the room was a noose, attached to an electric winch. Around it were eight video cameras. “There are people who pay absolutely obscene amounts of money for videos of slaves being killed. I make sure they get exactly what they pay for. And don't worry about your body going to waste. I have a friend with a butcher shop. I never had a taste for slave meat, but a lot of other people do. He pays me $15 per usable pound, and sells it for $25. Frankly, you're worth ten times what I paid, easily, once you're dead.” Roger pulled the slave's thong down, and pressed a large plug deep into his ass. The slave screamed as his anus was filled. “Don't want you crapping on my floor.” He put the thong back in place, and put the noose around the slave's throat, pulling it tight behind his left ear. He then used the winch to pull the slave up to his toes. He bent down and removed the leg irons. “You won't be kicking me, unless you want to start the show early.”
Roger stepped back, and all eight cameras lit up. “Time to die for your audience.” The winch started again, and the slave's feet lifted from the ground. He started to struggle and gasp, until the noose completely closed his windpipe. Off-camera, Roger began to stroke his cock. He wasn't lying when he said that he was turned on by watching young slaves hang. The slave's struggles began to weaken. His fingers curled behind his back. He was no longer visibly attempting to breathe. The Master climaxed, shooting his load. After four minutes, the slaves feet quivered, and then went still. A stream of piss filtered through the fabric of the thong. Five minutes after that, the Master, now wearing an Executioner's half-mask, entered the frame with a stethoscope. He listened to several spots, then placed a sign around the neck of the body that said, “Dead.” He removed the thong, leaving the body totally naked, except for his handcuffs and chastity cage. The video ran for another fifteen minutes, showing the lifeless slave twisting. After the recording was complete, Master Roger removed the cuffs and chastity cage, and called the butcher to collect the body. He sealed the thong in a bag, labeled with the slave's ID number and date of destruction, and placed it in the safe. Then he ordered more frames to place the screen shots on his office wall, and checked the schedule for the next auction of 21-30 male slaves.