Pleasure is my Business? || Open
It was a whole new stage in slave-hood for Dantri. One more step up the ladder in his depraved life, he was no longer the castle’s to sell for his body, but Hunter’s. At the end of the day, he was still being used by men with money, but now … Now he had to do the legwork himself.
The slave’s got his own little pathetic booth just for that purpose. A nice little table in one of the larger hallways where he’s sat down shirtless with loose sweats covering his lower half (as the excessive chastity belt Hunter’s dressed him in was not something he needed every passerby to see). He’s got a few papers Hunter gave him to pass out—mostly denoting pricing details, rules, and restrictions. He’s got his own little schedule book too to keep track of it all, and even worse, he’s the one to collect the payments when all is said and done. He couldn’t help but feel a touch nostalgic for when he’d sold slaughtered lamb or home-sewn cotton sweaters at the market when he was young, but this was just one more perversion of his life. One more thing about him that the castle took and destroyed.
“Thank you, Sir,” is all the embarrassed boy can muster when a man finally approaches the strange table. “The, um, the papers explain … The important things …” Even if Dantri had experience selling meat to chefs in a small town isolated from the rest of the world, this was an entirely different animal. He was left completely clueless with nothing other than ‘make up for how much I spent for you.’ Dantri’s fairly certain Hunter sent him out this uninformed just to watch him squirm.
Luka had tried his hardest not to let on to anyone that he had been the one who had sent Dantri those little messages after killing the Councilman a couple of months ago, he had never intended to frighten the sweet little bird- never, ever- but he had .. lost a bit of control over himself, having been so wrapped up in the familiar waves of darkness that slaughtering that beast of a "master" had provided, he had been so eager to move on to his next act of heroism that he hadn't stopped to think about the psychological effects it could have on Dantri, but after he cooled off and saw what it had been doing to him, he had stopped
That didn't mean, ofcourse, that he wasn't still interested in making good on his promise, and seeing the boy being forced to sell himself even when he was supposedly free... it lit a fire in the varcolac that he had tried desperately over the last couple of months to put out
"Do you have any open appointments for me?" he asked sweetly, sliding into a chair in front of the booth and immediately grabbing a set of forms, though he didn't bother to look at them, he didn't care what they said, he wouldn't need all of that nonsense for what he had in mind, he just wanted to show this sweet, soft little thing what it was like to be loved and cherished and valued, he wanted to pamper him, spoil him, take care of him.... he needed to rein himself in before his mouth started watering.....
