The Slave

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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I am sorry everyone who is hanging out for the next instalment of ‘The Bet’, but I’m clearing up some old stuff that I’ve had laying around and want to get out there in their originally intended form. I worked on these particular pieces while I was in hospital last week, it was easier than trying to write something new, like the next instalment of ‘The Bet.’ Particularly as I had a lot going on while I was in hospital, and I want to do ‘The Bet’ with the justice it deserves.

So please accept this peace offering.

He was little more than a youth. If Brian’d had to guess the lad’s age, he’d have to say he wouldn’t be any older than 20, but certainly no younger than 18. So, he had to be at least 18, or he couldn’t have been sold legally, well, as legal as they can here, Brian supposed. All eyes in the room were drawn to him, as though he was the only one in the room, even though he wasn’t. He wasn’t even the only completely naked male in the room. The lad was only 175cm tall. The hair on his head was cropped so short you could only really see it when the boy moved his head, and the hair reflected the light, or he had a strong light behind him. Brian would have to guess the lad’s hair colour as being black, or at worst a very dark brown. While the lad had very high cheekbones because the last of his baby fat still hadn’t left his face, he didn’t quite have the chiselled good looks his bone structure promised.

Brian was almost mesmerised by the lad’s light brown doe eyes, which equally looked too large for his face, and yet appeared to be the perfect size for his face both at the same time. The lad’s eyebrows were a light brown, with impossibly long eyelashes, which almost gave him an Egyptian look, so much so that Brian wondered if he didn’t have some Egyptian heritage. But, like everyone else in the room, Brian’s eyes were drawn to the lad’s dark red, bee-stung lips, his lips were so large that they didn’t meet in the centre, so it looked as though he had a tiny hole in the very centre of his lips. In fact, Brian wondered if the lad wasn’t wearing lipstick; the colour was so vivid, giving the lad an almost feminine look. The lad’s square, clean-cut jaw only added to the lad’s manliness and again gave hints of the ruggedness, despite the lad’s feminine-looking lips, his face promised to develop into. Naturally, the lad was clean-shaven, which only added to the difficulty of determining the lad’s age.

Along with everyone else in the room, Brian could see that the lad worked out, as his shoulders were well rounded, and his arms were well-muscled as they swung freely from his shoulders. The lad’s pecs were well rounded, as well, and nicely formed, which only gave credence to the idea that the lad worked out. His paps that stood out proudly from the mounds of his pecs weren’t the pink or the light brown of a Caucasian male, but a very dark brown, almost black, which added more weight to the idea of his having some Middle Eastern blood in him somewhere. The eye was drawn down over the lad’s nicely rounded pecs, down onto his four-pack, which moved invitingly as the lad breathed. The lad almost had the classical ‘V’ shape to his upper body bodybuilders strove for, as he appeared to glide across the room with an almost feline grace. The fact that his hips seemed to be almost too impossibly slender for his frame only added to the overall effect of him. His chest and arms were completely hairless, and Brian was willing to bet anyone in the room that the lad’s armpits were as well.

There was no treasure trail leading from his navel to his non-existent pubic hair; well, that is, Brian assumed there was no pubic hair as the lad’s pubic region was covered by a golden triangle of light chain mail, which was stretched from hip to hip. And must have been fastened at the back somehow, as the top of the triangle of golden chain mail hung down slightly under the lad’s abdomen. While the third tip of the triangle hung halfway down his medium-sized cock.

It took Brian quite a while to force his eyes down to check out the lad’s legs, as all he had eyes for, all anyone in the room had eyes for, was the 2-gage gold ring threaded through the lad’s Prince Albert piercing. It took Brian a while to make sense of the fact that the lad was uncircumcised, and it was the Prince Albert piercing holding the lad’s foreskin back. It was only after determining if the lad was circumcised or not that Brian’s brain finally realised that the lad’s Master was leading him by a very narrow gold chain. That was clipped to the ring in the lad’s Prince Albert. Did his eyes want to continue their journey down to rove over the lad’s very well sculptured legs? Of course, they did; Brian hadn’t finished drinking in the sight of him. Brian was intrigued by the thin gold straps that were laced around the lad’s calves. Brian could plainly see that the gold straps laced over the lad’s feet as well, but he could not tell if the lad had soles under the soles of his feet, which would mean the lad was, in fact, wearing sandals, or if he just had the gold straps laced under his feet. If the lad was wearing sandals, Brian had decided that the soles had to be almost wafer-thin.

Brian noted the gold chain that the lad’s Master had tethered to the ring in the lad’s Prince Albert was attached to the bracelet his Master wore on his wrist and was leading him by through the crowd in the room. The lad was obviously very well trained, as he wasn’t looking around at anyone else in the room, nor was he looking at the floor. No, Brian assumed the lad had his eyes locked firmly onto his Master’s arse.

As the lad drew next to and passed Brian, he could tell that he was impossibly thin when seen from side-on. Brian could just see the lad’s nuts as his thighs pushed them from side to side as he walked, and he was disappointed that the lad didn’t have a large bubble butt, but at least his arse wasn’t dead flat either. Now, Brian could see the delicate gold chain that held the lad’s chainmail loincloth in place as it stretched across the top of the lad’s arse. Brian was mesmerised by the flow of the lad’s muscles as they moved under his skin, as the lad was walking. As the lad and his Master walked past Brian, he turned so he could watch the play of the lad’s muscles of his back and arse as they seemed to flow under the lad’s skin. Brian’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he finally caught sight of the narrow strips of gold chainmail hanging from the lad’s arse. It took a minute or two for Brian’s brain to work out that they had to be attached to some kind of butt plug that the lad had inserted. Now, as Brian got over the shock of seeing something so beautiful and so obviously a slave walking past, he could take in the fact that the lad’s skin was a very light coffee colour. This explained his dark coloured paps, and the lad’s cock and balls were also very dark brown, with an almost lolly pink head. And Brian decided he liked his colouring very much.

Brian didn’t realise that he’d had a very natural response to seeing something so almost perfect, well, as far as he was concerned anyway, walking around naked. And in fact, Brian, like probably a lot of the other gentlemen in the club, had boned up, and even though he’d had to keep making adjustments to the position of his cock to accommodate it now that it had engorged itself. His brain still hadn’t told the rest of him that this had happened, so Brian quite shamelessly kept pushing and prodding at his crotch for all the world to see. Brian’s brain finally made sense of the spectacle of the naked lad being led around by a leash attached to the ring in his P.A., and Brian noticed that the lad’s Master wasn’t holding his end of the leash. The leash was attached to the gold bracelet the lad’s Master was wearing on his wrist, which allowed the lad’s Master full use of both his hands. While still being able to lead the boy around and ensuring he couldn’t get away.

Brian had never been to a slave auction before and wouldn’t have been at this one if his mate Bryant hadn’t insisted he come, just to ‘check it out’ and see what actually happens. Brian, of course, knew about the ‘slave auctions’, but, like a lot of people, he thought they were just a chance for people to pick up other like-minded people. Before tonight, Brian didn’t honestly believe that the Masters actually owed their ‘slaves’. Brian just assumed that it was like any relationship where one person was more dominant than the other. In truth, Brian didn’t know all that much about bondage or S&M, or anything to do with that side of sex; he thought it was just ‘play’, that was until he saw the inside of the aptly named ‘Auction House Bar’. But from the moment he and Bryant had walked through the door, Brian realised that this was something serious for most of the men here; they just weren’t ‘playing’ at this. ‘Who knew,’ Brian asked himself, ‘that a place like this even existed in Melbourne.’ Admittedly it was right in the heart of the ‘gay’ district, and the entrance fee and pictures on the walls of the Reception area would leave no one in any doubt that this was, in fact, a gay venue catering almost exclusively to males.

At first, Brian thought the Waiting Staff were the ‘slaves’ until Bryant laughed at him and explained the difference, and once it had been pointed out, Brian kicked himself ‘metaphorically speaking’. As the Waiting Staff, all wore bowties, and not only around their necks, but on their cocks as well, but nothing else except for the strip of white cloth around their middle covering nothing, which Brian guessed full-filled the role of their aprons.

In some ways, Brian wished he’d been introduced to this establishment years ago and found he now harboured some resentment towards Bryant for that. But, at the same time, he was appalled that people could even consider buying and selling other humans; it smacked too much like the slavery of Africans that was practised worldwide once upon a time. But not even feeling like he did could stop Brian from continuing to check out the lad. By now, Brian was almost desperate to be able to check him out himself. To be able to lay his hands on the lad’s flesh. To feel the warmth of it. To prove to himself that the lad is real. Brian also wanted to have the chance to fondle the lad’s genitals, to run his hands over the lad’s firm chest. To have the opportunity to part the lad’s butt cheeks and explore his hole for a bit, just to see if he was a virgin. Just for curiosities sake, of course. Brian’d convinced himself that his thoughts were only pure; he’d hate for someone to purchase the lad only to discover he wasn’t all he was advertised to be.

But then, Bryant pointed out the ‘holding platform’ that all the rest of the slaves were already standing on, in all their naked glory, and poor Brian almost cremed himself on the spot. Bryant had noticed but thought it was too funny to tell Brian that he was leaking so much pre-cum that he had a growing wet patch on the front of his jeans. If Brian had known, he would have realised that it wouldn’t matter if he had cremed himself or not as his pants wouldn’t look any different. Just the odour of them would have changed.

Suddenly Brian grabbed Bryant’s arm, “what the fuck are they doing?” he asked in a stage whisper as he watched men mount the platform and ‘inspect’ the ‘slaves’.

Bryant laughed at him, “they’re all Masters, and they are inspecting the slaves to see which ones they want to bid on.”

“You mean,” Brian replied, looking at Bryant with a look of surprise on his face, “that they’re going to ‘buy’ those guys.”

Bryant put the most scholarly expression on his face that he could muster under the circumstances. “Look, Brian, in an auction, you have a product, in this case, the ‘slaves’. As well as buyers, in this case, those Masters checking out the ‘slaves’, as well as, and probably most importantly, the sellers, those Masters who have trained the slaves and now have finished with them, and probably want a new slave.”

“But, that’s….” Brian started to say but petered out as he watched two Masters checking out the slaves. Brian lurched towards the platform but was held back when Bryant grabbed his arm.

“What the fuck do ya think ya doing?” He demanded.

“I’m going up to check the slaves out,” Brian replied.

Bryant grabbed Brian by the face and pointed out the sign attached to the wall behind the slaves, which read, ‘Only registered Masters who are genuinely interested in purchasing a slave, and have paid their deposit, are allowed to examine the slaves.’ “Oh,” was all Brian could think of to say. So, he had to stand there and watch the Masters as they inspected the slaves on offer while he turned green with envy.

“Fuck this,” Brian eventually said as he pulled away from Bryant and went over to the auctioneer’s block, with Bryant running along behind him, demanding to know what he was going to do. But, unfortunately, by the time Bryant reached Brian at the auctioneer’s block, Brian had already paid his deposit and registered as a buyer. “What the fuck are you doing,” Bryant demanded of him as he swung Brian around to look at him.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Brian asked a stunned Bryant. “But…”

“But what? You don’t have that kind of money. And besides, what are you going to do with a slave?”
“What does anyone do with a slave,” Brian shot back with a scowl on his face. Then with the deposit paid, Brian walked up onto the Slaves platform and started to ‘inspect’ the slaves standing there. Not one of them flinched as Brian ran his hands all over the slaves’ bodies. He was hefting and weighing their genitals in his hands. Opening their mouths and inspecting their teeth. He had them all bend over as he separated their arse cheeks and explored their holes, seeing just how many fingers he could get up their arses and then having the slaves lick and suck his fingers clean. As Brian made his way down the line towards the lad, he finally noticed four nearly naked males standing on either side of the platform that the slaves were standing on.

Brian was captivated by the fact that they all wore uniforms of a sort; they had a strip of soft kid leather that was about ten centimetres wide that hung from their shoulders like a vest. The leather came down at an angle from both shoulders until they met and were held together by a single button that rested just below their sternum. The strips of leather then went back to just above their thighs, so it looked almost like the men had a big ‘X’ on their chests, which did nothing to hide the fact that they were all naked underneath. And it seemed as though the outfits were designed to accentuate this fact, as the lower part of the ‘X’ seemed to draw attention to their groins. Which had been ‘manscaped in that the only pubic hair they had was trimmed so that it was a strip only as wide as their cocks and went up in a straight line towards their navel. But only stood about ten centimetres tall. However, on the guys at the other end of the platform, Brian could see that the strips of leather did continue around to their backs where they had a wider strip of leather running down their spines that the leather crossing their chest was attached to. This strip of leather was only about five centimetres wide and ran from just below their shoulder blades and finished just above their butts. Where the strips of leather flared out and ran across the top of their butts and ran almost down the outside of their thighs and hung as ‘tails’ down the backs of their legs. And finished just above the backs of their knees. Brian didn’t notice the Tasers they carried until he went to inspect one of them, and before Brian could make contact with his flesh. That particular guard pointed the Taser in Brian’s direction and growled at him, which made Brian back up very quickly, and he went back to examining the slaves on offer. We make the distinction here about these particular slaves being on offer as other slaves dotted around the room their Masters had brought along to accompany them.

Finally, Brian got to examine the ‘lad’. Brian, lovingly, ran his hand down the velvety softness of the lad’s skin; starting at the lad’s very well-rounded shoulders, Brian ran his hand over the lad’s pectoral muscles. Until he reached the lad’s pap, which Brian pinched between his first finger and thumb as he rolled it, feeling it harden beneath his touch. When it was rock hard and standing out proudly from the flesh of the pec around it, Brian left it alone and slid his hand over the lad’s smooth abdomen. Revelling in the feel of the lad’s ridges beneath his fingers, as his hand made its slow way towards the lad’s groin. Finally, Brian got to cup and weigh the lad’s cock and balls, and while they were on the small size, Brian wasn’t disappointed. He could feel the weight of the ring in the lad’s P.A. as it rested on the side of his hand, and Brian was impressed by the weight of it, particularly as it hung from such a small cock. Brian turned the lad around and told him to bend over to expose his hole. When the lad complied, Brian could easily see that the lad had been well used as his hole was not round but a slit instead, so Brian knew the lad wasn’t a virgin. Brian fingered the lad’s hole anyway and was surprised to see that he could get four fingers inside the lad without any trouble. When Brian had finished fingering the lad’s hole, he bade the lad stand up and got the lad to lick and suck his fingers clean. While Brian marvelled at the sight of the lad’s bee-stung lips up close, and he was surprised to realise that the lad wasn’t wearing lipstick after all. Brian finished inspecting the slaves, made his way back to the room floor, and went and stood beside Bryant.

Bryant just stood and stared at Brian, “fuck me,” was all he seemed to be able to think to say, to Brian, as he stood and looked at him. “Since when have you had the money to buy a slave? And since when have you wanted to buy a slave? Why haven’t you shared this with me before? I assume you’ve been here before? Why didn’t you ever tell me? Here I was thinking I’d introduced you to the seamier side of gay life, but it would appear as though you’ve known about it all along.”

Brian held his hands up, palms facing Bryant in the universal sign of surrender, “look,” he said to Bryant, “I’ve never been here before, I promise. I’ve never owned a slave before, fuck, before tonight, I didn’t think anyone could. Sure,” Brian raced on before Bryant could interrupt, “I’ve read about it in stories and seen it depicted in ‘fuck’ films. But I thought it was all just fantasy. Someone’s overactive imagination. I never thought I’d see it in the flesh, so to speak. I had no idea that places like this existed, and certainly not in Melbourne. America, maybe, but not here in Australia, and certainly not in Melbourne, let alone Collingwood! I nearly shat myself when I realised what kind of a place this was. Added to that is the fact that you even knew it was here. So, if anyone has any explaining to do, mate, it’s you, not me!”

“Well, how do you explain the money, plus the fact that you seemed to know exactly what to do so you could get to grope all those guys up there.”

Brian just grabbed Bryant by the chin and pointed his face towards the Auctioneers block, “if you’d noticed anything that was going on around you, mate, you’d have noticed, like I did, that guys were lining up in front of the table beside the auctioneer’s block and they were registering for something and paying over a hunk of cash. Obviously, they are registering for the chance to bid in the auction, and like a lot of auction houses, you have to prove you can afford to bid on any items for sale, in this case, those glorious naked ‘slaves’ over there. So, I joined the queue and paid the hefty deposit and went and inspected the ‘merchandise’.”

“Oh,” was all Bryant could think of to say, as Brian pulled the paddle from his back pocket. “But where did you come up with enough money to buy a ‘slave’?

“I didn’t. If I’m not successful on any of my bids, then my deposit is refunded. However,” Brian ploughed on, “if I’m successful, then my deposit is subtracted from the price of the slave. So, technically, it hasn’t cost me a cent so far. Unless I’m successful, of course. Then I’m probably up for a shit load of money.”

“Oh,” was all Bryant could think to say. “Oh. So, if you don’t outbid anyone, then you got to cop a feel for nothing?”

“Exactly. Now shut up and keep it to yourself.”

Both men fell silent as someone who could only be the auctioneer walked towards the auctioneer’s block and mounted the stairs. He cleared his throat and bade everyone a good evening, and without any further fanfare, the auction got underway. Brian made a few bids on some of the ‘slaves’, but he had no worries about ever having the winning bet, as the ‘slaves’ all sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and Brian didn’t have the money or the balls to even try to bid that kind of money. Even when the lad was on the auction block, he was ultimately unsuccessful, even though Brian did make quite a few bids.

Brian and Bryant hung out for a bit ogling all the naked man-flesh on display at the end of the auction, but eventually, they called it a night. They made their way back to Bryant’s place, and Brian kissed Bryant on the cheek and thanked him for such an informative and enjoyable evening. Then, he got in his car and drove home. That night he masturbated, before falling asleep while thinking about how the lad’s anus’s felt as though it was trying to draw his fingers in deeper. Brian had the most incredible orgasm of his life, as he shot so much cum all over his chest, he didn’t think he’d ever stop. Finally, not bothering to clean himself up, he rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. Where he dreamed of fucking and being fucked by the lad all night.