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itslordmiles‌:

“Really? That’s your plan? Getting the creatures that can smell blood from miles to eat sugar right in front of their faces while they are diabetic?” Miles scratched his head while basically murmuring to the wind. Watching Will have one of those apples and getting a closer look at them, deciding not to do the same and stepping back. “Can I call you snow white now?” He teased with a chuckle. “Not just cause of the apples, but also cause I know you like the Snow White theory… why having just one when you can take seven all at once, right Will?” Miles had Will as his friend, they were together on the fight against some awfull masters and had quite a few things in common which led them to get the friendship going pretty well. He was happy for that. “But yeah, I’m actually happy I wasn’t sent to the pit, I would probably be killed there cause I don’t feel like fighting at all.”

“Diabetes is no joke. There was a kid in my school who almost died one day. They even cancelled classes.” Will was talking in hushed tones, but still trying to pay attention to whether any masters were in earshot. Talking shit about them is fun, but getting caught and punished for it, not so much. He took another bite of the apple before discreetly tossing it to the ground and kicking it under a booth so that nobody would notice it. “I wouldn’t do too bad in the pits. At least for the first fight or so.” Back when all hell broke loose, Will’s dad taught him some basic self-defense. Not that it would matter much against the unnaturally fast and strong creatures, but unfortunately they weren’t the only threat at first, so he had to defend himself from other humans as well, if it came down to it. A kick to the groin, then a knee in their face and run like hell. That was about all Will knew of fighting.

#itslordmiles #[I can't believe you quoted Mc Mayara]

itslordmiles‌:

As usual, Miles was breaking some rules. Getting himself out of the pit fights and trying to have a good time while pretending to give some masters his attention. Miles was expert on that, on pretending to be free to be used. As he saw Will nerby, he made his move towards him, pulling the other slave away from the master he was serving something at the exact moment. “He’s diabetic Will. Don’t kill them just yet…wait till the end.” Miles grinned ironically and moved to the front, getting face to face with him. “How you doing, buddy?”

Will waited until the master moved along to whisper into Miles’ ear discreetly: “Didn’t you know that was my plan all along? Talk about killing with kindness.” He was no femme fatale, or even a Coquette for that matter, but for someone who had only spoken to two people for the last decade before being dragged into this hell hole, he was quitegood with manners. “If a Master asks, I’m great sir, having a blast with this beaaautiful event!” He made a funny high pitched voice to day that, before dropping back to his regular tone. Will picked one of the apples and gave it a big, dissatisfied bite before anyone could notice. “It was either skimpy apple sale or the pits, so... Here I am.”

#itslordmiles

julian--wright‌:

Julian knew that this was a great attempt to get the slaves out and about and have an actual good time and get out there and socialize. He smiled as he walked around and when he saw a slave he walked up to him and he nodded slowly. “Sure. A candy apple sounds pretty good. Are you enjoying the event?”

“It’s growing on me, sir.” Like a tumor, or lice, he wanted to add. Every time a master talked to him, he wanted to grab the nearest sharp thing and just jam it into their faces until his arms went numb. Instead, he decided to be a little smarter this time and pretend to be docile for once. The boy plucked one candy apple from his little tray and handed it to Julian, with a demure smile on his face. “Enjoy it.”

#julian--wright

levicollxns‌:

“not really no. but kicking someone’s ass could be very therapeutic.” levi smirked slightly, though the human did make a face when the other said something about big buff guys and smaller men. “i’m not that small. if that’s what you were implying.” levi was aware he could have been bigger, but he was in shape, he had muscle. “i could probably kick your ass you know.” why was he always looking to make enemies? or one up people? “because you don’t look like you;ve tried to work on your form a day in your life.”

“I never accused you of being small, I’m just saying it’s messed up that we’re fighting each other. That’s all.” Don’t get him wrong, Will was completely in favor of humans sticking together, and sticking it to the masters, but he wasn’t stupid enough to blindly make an inflammatory speech in front of everyone like that. Not when most slaves didn’t have the conscience to realize they’re all in the same boat and focus on the real enemy. He was confident they’d get there. Just not right now. “I used to get by without fighting before they caught me, so it doesn’t make a difference. Either way, I’m not taking part in this and they’ll probably not even want me to do that.”

#levicollxns

For maybe the first time since his arrival, Will was seen with a smile. Yes, it was absolutely fake, but to the masters it would at least look better than his usual melancholic scowl. The reason for his cooperativeness was simple: He was given the choice of being on display to all masters for free or being drafted in the pit-fights. Seeing as the last thing he wants to do is to pick fights with other humans, and most other humans are huge muscular men anyway his choice was pretty clear. They had him in a skimpy outfit, being watched closely by guards along with other slaves and offering whatever the masters wanted. Starting with candy, apparently. “Hi. Candy apple?”

#ashdenhqevent #ashdenhqstarter

levicollxns‌:

“i thought fighting was strictly prohibited between humans. and yet here we are. they’re condoning it but only because they want it for their amusement.” levi said, rolling his eyes hard. “whatever, i just see it as an opportunity to let out some fucking pent up aggression.” levi always felt the strong urge to punch someone or something, so hopefully he wasn’t paired with someone ten times his size. maybe he’d have a shot at winning. “do you think they’ll make all of us do it?” he asks, glancing over at someone hanging around near by.

“Why? You got a score to settle with someone?” Will very much disliked the idea of these fights. Slaves in general jumped at the slightest chance to be assholes to each other. A bunch of short-sighted idiots, if you ask the boy. And now the Masters decide to turn them into some sort of fight club, which is admittedly very smart, in Will’s opinion. Keeps the slaves busy antagonizing each other while the masters get entertainment from it. “They’ll probably just choose the big buff guys to do it. There’s no entertaining in watching the smaller ones trying to fight.”

#ashdenhqevent

demondorian‌:

“But you’re not,” Dorian said, as if confused by the truth behind his words. Stepping out of the underwear pooled around his feet, he gets slowly in the tub and leans back with a relaxed sigh. “You can start with shampooing my hair.”

Will slathered his hands in shampoo as per the demon’s request and started rubbing his head. It was strange, how warm his scalp was. He ran his fingers across Dorian’s head with a little more presssure than a wash would need. The thought of just pushing his head under or wrapping his hands around Dorian’s neck until the demon was no more... So enticing. What kept him from actually doing it was the fact that he knew precisely nothing about the species, only that if he was comfortable with this, Will probably didn’t pose a threat at all. Refraining his anger in order not to scratch the hell out of the demon’s head, the slave finally asked, cutting through the bullshit: “What do you really want from me? You said you picked me because I’m ‘feisty’ and kept talking about ballgags and that freaky stuff. If you want me to be your little bitch, be upfront about it. There’s no point to the mindgames when you know you can just do whatever you want anyway.”

#demondorian

demondorian‌:

“Why would I want that?” Dorian looks almost honest when he asks that. “Believe me, there’s nothing inside my underwear you haven’t seen before.” Because no way in hell was this one a virgin. Someone must have hate-fucked him just for the hell of it.

The unamusement in Will’s eyes was almost palpable. He let out a dutiful sigh before lowering Dorian’s underwear to the floor. He grabbed it by the sides with just two hooking fingers on each side, almost as if it was radioactive. The boy then crossed his arms, taking sort of a defensive stance to not look at the demon junk in front of him and tried to get Dorian into the bath already: “The water is ready, sir...”

#demondorian

demondorian‌:

“Not anymore. Now you’ll do a personal assistant’s job.” If the assistant was very personal that is.

Dorian downs his scotch in the matter of seconds and leads the way into his bathroom. “Put a bath bomb of your choice in and adjust the water to your liking.” Unlike humans, Dorian can withstand most temperatures, but it’d be devastating if he accidentally boiled the slave. “Then you can come and undress me.”

Will followed the instructions very professionally. At least as professionally as this situation could allow. He filled the tub with cold, but not too cold water and tossed a bath bomb in there that made the whole thing turn pitch-black. Of course a demon had a black bath bomb, the boy thought before giving it an eyeroll and returning to the master. He tried to keep a straight face as he undressed Dorian, his arms extended all the way, as if he was changing a toddler’s diapers instead of helping an actual demon who was probably hundreds of years old get undressed. First went the shirt, then the pants. “You want to take the rest off yourself or...?” Please, please want to take your own underwear, he prayed mentally.

#demondorian

goodboydormer‌:

open to slaves

“I don’t mean to come off as a jerk… but whoever is snoring like that, I may come and kill you in your sleep. Maybe a pillow to the face.” Okay, usually Maxwell was a somewhat nice company, and for sure a nice slave. But today he wasn’t feeling good, a raging headache and a sore throat and with the snoring coming from somewhere he wasn’t feeling too friendly.

“We’re literally being enslaved and raped every day and somehow what’s precious is your sleep schedule?” His delivery was so incredulous that it almost had comedic value. “Just wrap your sheet around your ears. It’s too hot today anyway...”

#[I'm sorry will is such an asshole lmao]#goodboydormer #rape TW

markingmarcus‌:

“You don’t seem to be so okay, Will,” Marcus said, concern plastered over his face. The boy looked exhausted. He hadn’t even put the rest of his clothing back on yet. Marcus ignored his question, since obviously the person who needed some tenderness right now wasn’t the lonely black kid in his cell, but the boy who was just clearly used a little too roughly. At least he didn’t seem to be physically injured. No bruises or blood. “Was it bad?” he asked the boy, trying to keep him talking. He hadn’t really found a slave who would answer with more than a “piss off newbie”, so he would eagerly latch onto Will if it meant he had a friend in the cell next to him. “I can give you some of my clothes, if yours got messed up,” he added, noticing the tattered cloth being called underwear, “My pants’ll probably be too big for you, but I have boxers that aren’t ripped up and a shirt if you need one. Not like I can get a sunburn I don’t wear one.” It was a tenderhearted humor, as he literally offered his neighbor the only thing he still own, the clothing he was wearing at this exact moment, and joked about being black all at the same time.

“Nonsense!” The boy exclaimed, trying to be funny. “It only hurts when I breathe... And when I don’t.” That part was true, though. And it made Will feel particularly embarassed, because in his head, what happened to him was ‘just sex stuff’and he shoudn’t be all that sore about it... In any sense of the word. He was convinced that many other slaves definitely had it worse, so what right did he have to complain? “It wasn’t that bad... I’m just not used to it.” Will groaned a little from the pain on his loins and then tried to smile at the other. Seeing a slave not being a complete douchebag to another slave brought a sense of relief to him. It made the boy feel like not all was lost. “Hey, I appreciate it, but they’d probably punish you too if they saw me rocking your clothes. It’s really nice of you to offer, though.”

#markingmarcus

demondorian‌:

“Tell me about yourself,” Dorian offers, going to the minibar to pick a drink. He’s generous enough to call the slave over to join him, using his index finger. Tiny dogs should know all the silent commands. “Pick your poison. Then we can move to the bathroom and you can clean me, while I soak in the tub. It’s been a really long day.”

The boy nearly bit his tongue trying to hold a quip about Dorian needing someone’s assistence to take a bath. Even he knew that while speech is silver, silence is gold. By the demon’s orders, Will picked a bottle of water but kept it in his hands, without opening it. He didn’t want the demon thinking he would be bought with something from a minibar. “My name is Will, I’m a slave and I usually do janitorial work. That’s it, pretty much.” He managed to control himself and act like a pretty submissive slave for all of 5 minutes before asking: “What about you?”

#demondorian

Kink Rating: Cum Facials

#[a prude in the streets and... still a prude in the sheets unless someone just forces himinto being a ho...]#colderthancole

Kink Rating: Gangbang

#colderthancole

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colderthancole‌:

For being a ‘behavioral issue’, Will was behaving just fine. And true to his word, the boy put his hands into the restraints and Cole strapped them shut. They were tight enough that he couldn’t slip out of them, but they were padded on the inside and Will had enough movement to thrash around a little if he needed to. “It isn’t a punishment, yet,” Cole said, with no trace of sarcasm in his voice, “I’ve been told you’re a little aggressive and don’t play well with others. This is a test that you will fail if you don’t communicate with me. If you get all prideful and stubborn and don’t let yourself be vulnerable for me. I’m giving you a chance to prove you can be a good slave. Do that and your lot in this life may improve. A good word from a master goes a long way.”

Cole lowered his knee now that his boy was strapped into the chair. Only his hands were restrained to the chair, but he couldn’t do much more than kick about and thrust his hips now. And as he did he drank in the sight of the boy. He wasn’t muscular, but thats what Cole enjoyed. He reached out a hand and ran it briefly right down the center of the boy’s chest, letting his fingers trail all the way down to waistband of the boy’s underwear before pulling it back. “I hope you don’t fail. I would very much like to see you again. So I hope you are a good boy and you tell me when you’re close to orgasm. Tell me what feels good when I do it and what turns you on more. But if you don’t,” Cole’s voice darkened a little, “Well, then your punishment will depend on why you failed. Chastity is almost certainly a given. Locking away your dick so you cant have any more unplanned orgasms. Or maybe we go the opposite route. Force you to orgasm over and over again until you’re so sore that orgasming physically hurts. There are lots of ways to teach you a lesson. But do not focus on that. Let’s focus on how you’ll succeed. Have you ever had someone else jerk you off before, slave?”

"I don't think you'd be docile and 'willing to play with others' if you were in my place too." Will responded, not in a too provoking manner. It felt more like a passing comment, meant to be ignored. And then he listened to whatever this 'test' is supposed to be about.

He spasmed a little when Cole ran his rand through his chest. The boy wan't used at all to other people touching him like this. In fact, he dreaded the moment every day, but knew that it would become a reality right there and then, in the chair. More than being branded like cattle, Will was certain that (this) is what was going to make him a real slave. Will looked away and crossed his legs while Cole made his very graphic description of what was about to go down, and only looked right at the master again when asked whether someone else had masturbated him before: "Yes, all the time."

Will lied, because he was aware of how these guys placed value on weird archaic values like virginity and purity. If he told someone he was utterly inexperienced in all of this, he would automatically be seen as a juicy steak by all the masters and even some slaves. The boy is a terrible liar, but he thought that maybe if he played his cards right, he could go back quickly to his cell and even get his clothes back.

#colderthancole

demondorian‌:

Dorian couldn’t give less of a fuck, but he hummed as if he understood. “You look like you’d bite my finger off if given the opportunity.” A trait Dorian no doubt liked in his slaves. “Go wait by the door, ball gag. I’m renting you for tonight.”

[...]

To pique the interest of a Master, maybe being a challenge wasn’t the most ideal way to do it. Will’s little display of discontentment got him violently bathed, cleaned throughly and delivered to the demon as if he was one of these tiny dogs in a pet-shop. He was then walked to the demon’s house, still, very much like a pet, and whenever someone tried to engage in conversation his replies were simple yes or no. Being ‘interesting’ is what caused him to be rented in the first place, so maybe the way to go was to be as boring as possible in their eyes. “Well, sir, what can I do for you?”

#demondorian

flyawayjude‌:

Jude hated that question– because he didn’t know how to answer it. Where was he from? No one had ever told him. “I don’t know– I was moved a lot.” When the supernaturals had first come out, he’d been only ten, but his step-father had been doing dealings with supernatural vampires even before that, “I’ve been a blood slave since I was little.”

Blood slave? That was Will’s first time hearing about those, but just from the sound of it and the way Jude acted, he could tell how awful it probably was. His plan was to befriend as many slaves as he could and maybe help the ones like Jude take out the stupid ideas of the Masters out of their minds. Will stayed silent for a few moments and then answered his own question: “I was from New Orleans... Before all this.” He kept it short and sweet, in case the masters had means to eavesdrop on these conversations.

#flyawayjude

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