My Slave
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Drama › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,092
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I and Demona hold exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
My Slave
I am a slave.
No…not a submissive slave.
A SLAVE.
My name is Darius, I’m one of the last of my kind, a full blooded, true to the bone, elf. I used to work creating beautiful jewelry out of rough gems that my brothers would dig up from the mines. I was happy; I was content with my life…
That was until the mines collapsed…
Then I was sold…my own family sold me…my own father sold me to the illegal slave trade running through the underground…all because I was the prettiest and they needed the money.
What kind of father does that to his son?
Now I’m a slave…and my master…my master is not nice…
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“What did you just call me?” The voice was rough and mean, the epitome of barely controlled anger. Michael’s hand was tangled in a fist in Darius’s multi-toned hair, his ice blue eyes flashing in anger. “I told you had two names you were allowed to call me.” The words came out as a growl as Michael yanked the smaller mans hair harshly, pulling a pained sound from his throat. “Master or Sir, you never,” The word never was accompanied by another hard yank, pulling the small elf to his knee’s. “Ever, call me by my name, do you understand that?”
Tears were pooling in Darius’s eyes as he fought not to look up at Michael, feeling his hair pulled out from the tight grip was bad enough, he didn’t want the punishment of looking at his master on top of that. “I…I’m sorry Master…I wasn’t thinking…please forgive me…” He held back the whine when he was suddenly dropped back to the floor, his long hair pooling around him on the grainy tile floor. He swallowed slightly and crawled over, his hands shaking as he leaned down to kiss Michael’s feet, hoping he didn’t get a kick in the face for it.
“That is better, you little slut.” Michael murmured, leaning down to run his hand through the long, multi colored hair, reveling in the slight flinch the touch pulled from the smaller man. His hair had been the first thing that had drawn him to Darius, the fact that he was a rare elf the second. He had paid a hefty fee for the boy but so far, it had been highly worth it. “Now let’s go, we have your punishment to see too.” He murmured, his voice conveying gentleness that both of them knew he did not have.
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That one slip…that one time I spoke his name was the turning point…
The turning point from disinterest and neglect…
To abuse…
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“Mmmph.” The noise was muffled as a gag was tied around his head, the deceptively soft cloth shoved into his mouth to stop him from speaking. Darius knew that he had done something really bad now, the way that Michael had tied him up was only used when he had really, really pissed his master off. His hands were tied to the head of the bed by the same silky cloth he was gagged with; his legs were spread and pushed up, his shins tied to his thighs, forcing him to stay that way, totally and utterly exposed to the bigger man.
“Are you going to obey me from now on?” Michael asked, still frowning as he tugged off his clothes, watching Darius quiver on the bed. He grinned at the nod he got, his hands going to the smaller mans hips and gripping harshly. “Good, you’ll remember this then.” He growled out before suddenly thrusting forward, burying his length inside the smaller mans entirely unprepared entrance.
Darius’s scream could be heard through the gag, tears spilling from under his closed eyelids at the painful sensation of being taken dry. It wasn’t the first time Michael had done it…and it probably wouldn’t be the last but that didn’t help him banish the pain any. He cried out just as loudly when he was thrust into harshly again, the searing burn making a couple more tears slip from his eyes, spurring his abuser on.
It only lasted long enough for Michael to cum, he didn’t care about the slaves pleasure…he never did really. He was a selfish master, a master who saw their slave as an object, not a person. All Darius was, was a living toy for him to use and abuse then toss aside when he was done with him…and that was exactly what he did. Michael pulled away from Darius just seconds after coming inside him, leaving the smaller man tied up and limp on the bed.
“I trust you’ll not disobey me again.” Michael murmured, patting the smaller mans cheek before walking away, leaving the elf laying there with blood and cum dripping out of him, his body bruised and beaten. Darius would have to care for himself…that was the way it always was…and always would be…
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It was hard…but I did eventually get free…
My wrists are bloodied now but…at least I’m out…
Now to try to stay good…at least long enough to heal…
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“What are you here for, Sir?” The slave seller was a small, gnarled man who walked with a slight limp and a carved, wooden cane. He was watching the young man carefully, his dark skin and hair with his light eyes exotic to the old man. Most his slaves were light haired and light skinned…it wasn’t often that he got to see a specimen of this type and level. He could get the highest rate for this man if he was ever in the slave market.
“I believe you know what I want.” The man responded, looking over at the other man, his blue eyes flashing in slight annoyance. “Stop playing dumb with me, old man, you know exactly why I’m here.”
The slave seller frowned a bit before nodding and leading the dark haired man down the hall towards a hidden door. He opened the heavy door, the old hinges creaking as he stepped into the candle lit staircase. “Just follow me, young man.” He said, letting the door thud shut when the other stepped inside. “What should I call you, my patron?”
“Justin, that’s all you need to call me.” Justin said, crossing his arms as he followed the small man, thinking that he walked rather well for someone who acted so decrepit. It must have been a ploy for people to take pity on him when he was caught at what he was doing.
“I believe you’ll like what we have.” The man said, leading Justin down a hall with glass on both sides, boys of all shapes and sizes behind them. He watched Justin walk around before going farther down the hall and stopping, pointing in the window.
“That one.” Justin said, looking back at the old man, raising an eyebrow when the other man almost shook with how hard he shook his head no.
“I…I’m sorry sir…those slaves are already owned…I can’t-“
“Then get me his owner, I’ll buy him from him.” Justin cut him off, his eyes flashing again as he stepped towards the other man, looking down at him with an annoyed expression. “Don’t tell me you can’t do it, just fucking do it!”
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“I heard you wanted to talk to me about my slave.” Michael said, his arms crossed over his chest as he walked up to the dark skinned man. He looked just as mean as he did to everyone else, his eyes slitted as he watched Justin. “I have to tell you, I don’t take kindly to people messing with my slave.”
Justin didn’t look at all impressed by Michael’s show of dominance, just shrugging his shoulders as he walked up to him. “I don’t just want to talk to you about your slave.” He said, cocking his head to the side a bit. “I want to know how much it would cost to buy him from you.”
Michael just laughed at that, letting his head fall back. “Ohh, kid, you would never have enough money to buy my boy, he costs a pretty penny and I won’t take a cent less then twice what I bought him for.”
Justin, once again, didn’t look impressed; he just hummed softly and looked at his nails, acting decidedly bored. “How much did you spend on him?”
“Ten million.” Michael said with a grin. In his mind, he thought he was the best and no one, repeat, no one would have more money then him. He was the god in his world and no one could be better then him.
“Then you want 20 for him?” Justin asked, waiting for the nod before nodding back with a grin on his features. He had won this round; Michael just didn’t know it yet. “Fine, I’ll take him.”
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The story of how my life changed?
No…not really…
Just the story of how my life began.
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AN: Hi everyone! Look! It’s a story!
*giggles*
Ok, only one of these charactors are mine (ok…two…but the slave seller doesn’t really count)
Michael is mine, god, I love my bad guy! *giggles*
Ok, Darius http://gallery.countlessdreams.com/images/A_4/1/9/6/16914/qlq1knah.jpg and Justin http://gallery.countlessdreams.com/images/A_4/1/9/6/16914/Justin_Bio_5ee7c.jpg are Demona’s.
Omg!! It was so nice of her to just let me play with them!
So, pretty much, she drew the pictures (very pretty pictures by the way) and I created their personalities so…collab! *giggles*
Well, just so you all know, this is just a first chapter…there will be at least one more…may two. We’ll see, I’m not sure.
Yes, this is supposed to seem a lot like the layout of Desperation…but instead of it being journal entries…their pretty much just Darius’s thoughts.
Anyway! I hope you guys like it! More will be explained next chappy.
Remember, fav’s and comments are loved! They really help me write!
No…not a submissive slave.
A SLAVE.
My name is Darius, I’m one of the last of my kind, a full blooded, true to the bone, elf. I used to work creating beautiful jewelry out of rough gems that my brothers would dig up from the mines. I was happy; I was content with my life…
That was until the mines collapsed…
Then I was sold…my own family sold me…my own father sold me to the illegal slave trade running through the underground…all because I was the prettiest and they needed the money.
What kind of father does that to his son?
Now I’m a slave…and my master…my master is not nice…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“What did you just call me?” The voice was rough and mean, the epitome of barely controlled anger. Michael’s hand was tangled in a fist in Darius’s multi-toned hair, his ice blue eyes flashing in anger. “I told you had two names you were allowed to call me.” The words came out as a growl as Michael yanked the smaller mans hair harshly, pulling a pained sound from his throat. “Master or Sir, you never,” The word never was accompanied by another hard yank, pulling the small elf to his knee’s. “Ever, call me by my name, do you understand that?”
Tears were pooling in Darius’s eyes as he fought not to look up at Michael, feeling his hair pulled out from the tight grip was bad enough, he didn’t want the punishment of looking at his master on top of that. “I…I’m sorry Master…I wasn’t thinking…please forgive me…” He held back the whine when he was suddenly dropped back to the floor, his long hair pooling around him on the grainy tile floor. He swallowed slightly and crawled over, his hands shaking as he leaned down to kiss Michael’s feet, hoping he didn’t get a kick in the face for it.
“That is better, you little slut.” Michael murmured, leaning down to run his hand through the long, multi colored hair, reveling in the slight flinch the touch pulled from the smaller man. His hair had been the first thing that had drawn him to Darius, the fact that he was a rare elf the second. He had paid a hefty fee for the boy but so far, it had been highly worth it. “Now let’s go, we have your punishment to see too.” He murmured, his voice conveying gentleness that both of them knew he did not have.
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That one slip…that one time I spoke his name was the turning point…
The turning point from disinterest and neglect…
To abuse…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Mmmph.” The noise was muffled as a gag was tied around his head, the deceptively soft cloth shoved into his mouth to stop him from speaking. Darius knew that he had done something really bad now, the way that Michael had tied him up was only used when he had really, really pissed his master off. His hands were tied to the head of the bed by the same silky cloth he was gagged with; his legs were spread and pushed up, his shins tied to his thighs, forcing him to stay that way, totally and utterly exposed to the bigger man.
“Are you going to obey me from now on?” Michael asked, still frowning as he tugged off his clothes, watching Darius quiver on the bed. He grinned at the nod he got, his hands going to the smaller mans hips and gripping harshly. “Good, you’ll remember this then.” He growled out before suddenly thrusting forward, burying his length inside the smaller mans entirely unprepared entrance.
Darius’s scream could be heard through the gag, tears spilling from under his closed eyelids at the painful sensation of being taken dry. It wasn’t the first time Michael had done it…and it probably wouldn’t be the last but that didn’t help him banish the pain any. He cried out just as loudly when he was thrust into harshly again, the searing burn making a couple more tears slip from his eyes, spurring his abuser on.
It only lasted long enough for Michael to cum, he didn’t care about the slaves pleasure…he never did really. He was a selfish master, a master who saw their slave as an object, not a person. All Darius was, was a living toy for him to use and abuse then toss aside when he was done with him…and that was exactly what he did. Michael pulled away from Darius just seconds after coming inside him, leaving the smaller man tied up and limp on the bed.
“I trust you’ll not disobey me again.” Michael murmured, patting the smaller mans cheek before walking away, leaving the elf laying there with blood and cum dripping out of him, his body bruised and beaten. Darius would have to care for himself…that was the way it always was…and always would be…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was hard…but I did eventually get free…
My wrists are bloodied now but…at least I’m out…
Now to try to stay good…at least long enough to heal…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“What are you here for, Sir?” The slave seller was a small, gnarled man who walked with a slight limp and a carved, wooden cane. He was watching the young man carefully, his dark skin and hair with his light eyes exotic to the old man. Most his slaves were light haired and light skinned…it wasn’t often that he got to see a specimen of this type and level. He could get the highest rate for this man if he was ever in the slave market.
“I believe you know what I want.” The man responded, looking over at the other man, his blue eyes flashing in slight annoyance. “Stop playing dumb with me, old man, you know exactly why I’m here.”
The slave seller frowned a bit before nodding and leading the dark haired man down the hall towards a hidden door. He opened the heavy door, the old hinges creaking as he stepped into the candle lit staircase. “Just follow me, young man.” He said, letting the door thud shut when the other stepped inside. “What should I call you, my patron?”
“Justin, that’s all you need to call me.” Justin said, crossing his arms as he followed the small man, thinking that he walked rather well for someone who acted so decrepit. It must have been a ploy for people to take pity on him when he was caught at what he was doing.
“I believe you’ll like what we have.” The man said, leading Justin down a hall with glass on both sides, boys of all shapes and sizes behind them. He watched Justin walk around before going farther down the hall and stopping, pointing in the window.
“That one.” Justin said, looking back at the old man, raising an eyebrow when the other man almost shook with how hard he shook his head no.
“I…I’m sorry sir…those slaves are already owned…I can’t-“
“Then get me his owner, I’ll buy him from him.” Justin cut him off, his eyes flashing again as he stepped towards the other man, looking down at him with an annoyed expression. “Don’t tell me you can’t do it, just fucking do it!”
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“I heard you wanted to talk to me about my slave.” Michael said, his arms crossed over his chest as he walked up to the dark skinned man. He looked just as mean as he did to everyone else, his eyes slitted as he watched Justin. “I have to tell you, I don’t take kindly to people messing with my slave.”
Justin didn’t look at all impressed by Michael’s show of dominance, just shrugging his shoulders as he walked up to him. “I don’t just want to talk to you about your slave.” He said, cocking his head to the side a bit. “I want to know how much it would cost to buy him from you.”
Michael just laughed at that, letting his head fall back. “Ohh, kid, you would never have enough money to buy my boy, he costs a pretty penny and I won’t take a cent less then twice what I bought him for.”
Justin, once again, didn’t look impressed; he just hummed softly and looked at his nails, acting decidedly bored. “How much did you spend on him?”
“Ten million.” Michael said with a grin. In his mind, he thought he was the best and no one, repeat, no one would have more money then him. He was the god in his world and no one could be better then him.
“Then you want 20 for him?” Justin asked, waiting for the nod before nodding back with a grin on his features. He had won this round; Michael just didn’t know it yet. “Fine, I’ll take him.”
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The story of how my life changed?
No…not really…
Just the story of how my life began.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Hi everyone! Look! It’s a story!
*giggles*
Ok, only one of these charactors are mine (ok…two…but the slave seller doesn’t really count)
Michael is mine, god, I love my bad guy! *giggles*
Ok, Darius http://gallery.countlessdreams.com/images/A_4/1/9/6/16914/qlq1knah.jpg and Justin http://gallery.countlessdreams.com/images/A_4/1/9/6/16914/Justin_Bio_5ee7c.jpg are Demona’s.
Omg!! It was so nice of her to just let me play with them!
So, pretty much, she drew the pictures (very pretty pictures by the way) and I created their personalities so…collab! *giggles*
Well, just so you all know, this is just a first chapter…there will be at least one more…may two. We’ll see, I’m not sure.
Yes, this is supposed to seem a lot like the layout of Desperation…but instead of it being journal entries…their pretty much just Darius’s thoughts.
Anyway! I hope you guys like it! More will be explained next chappy.
Remember, fav’s and comments are loved! They really help me write!