Illicit- BxB Oneshots (Mature)

Master Part 1

I clenched my teeth and hissed as I felt multiple hands grope me. 

The room was filled with rich old men bidding on us slaves who were lined up on stage. They reeked of alcohol making my stomach churn as they took turns kissing my neck, claiming they were "checking" the merchandise. 

They weren't allowed to directly kiss me but that didn't stop them from at least trying. 

What disgusted me the most was seeing a large crowed surrounding a small girl who looked about 9, making bids that had already long surpassed 10,000 imals.

The poor girl looked terrified and I could only pray whoever won her would have some sort of heart and not use her for sex. Then again 10,000 imals was way to high a price for an ordinary slave or maid.

Unlike the little girl I wasn't scared, because of my thin figure even as a male I could fetch a large price. Because of this my owner would often sell me to rich buyers then sneak me out of their captivity, only to sell me again a week or two later. The process was always the same, it wasn't often that I was forced to sleep with someone for thankfully they were almost always to drunk the first night.

I shivered feeling a hand slip into the clothing, I couldn't pull or fight back because of the chains so I stood still as the hand continued to violate me. Just hang on a few more minutes and my bidding will begin, then he'll be forced to let go of me I thought to myself.

In an attempt to ignore the disgusting feeling I looked to the back of the room. My eyes fell onto a cloaked figure sitting at a table near the back. It was rare for a customer to sit back so far during the time they were allowed to check the "goods". Curious I continued to watch him, he looked up suddenly and I gasped as his bright blue eyes met mine.

The color was so clear I felt as if I was drowning in his eyes.

I was snapped out of my trance as I heard my owner telling the men around me to release me in order for the bidding to begin.

I broke eye contact with the mysterious man thankful that the groping hands had left. I looked at the ground in an attempt to block out the voices calling out prices, while I was told I costed a large amount I was scared to know exactly what that number was. There was something wrong with knowing how much you were worth according to another person.

"50, 000 imals." A melodic voice called, the whole room went silent and my head whipped up to see the hooded man now standing, staring directly at me.

I slowly realized it had been him who had spoken and when my owner began calling for anymore bids I realized it had been me he had offered that outrages price for.No one spoke until finally my owner called out, "SOLD! Sir please make your way here for the transaction."

The man walked closer, many of the other customers moving out of his way. As he got closer I realized he was much younger then the other men in the room, he looked maybe 25 or 26, it was hard to tell with the cloak. I gulped as he approached me, for some reason I was nervous that things wouldn't go as planned.

After what felt like eternity the man was standing in front of me and my owner, he pulled out a large leather pouch and handed it over. My owner greedily pulled it open and counted the strands of coins in the bag, once he confirmed it was the proper amount my chains were removed and I was handed over to my new Master.

Before I was even fully off the stage the man had wrapped his arms around me. Chuckling as I let out a soft squeak. His arm remained around my waist, preventing me from escaping, as he led me out the door. The cold winter wind hit my barely clothed body and I shivered into his chest clutching at his warm torso.

I froze realizing what I had just done but before I could apologize he simply pulled me closer to him. Any other Master would have beat me for not being trained well enough so the action confused me. I was lifted onto a horse and suddenly panic settled in. Usually customers were to drunk to return to their dwellings so they would take their newly purchased slaves and stay in one of the rooms provided by the slave owners, that was how my owner was able to find me every time.

This man was planning on taking me with him, I wanted to struggle but stopped myself, did I truly wish to return to the wretched life I had before? I was tired of being sold and watching children even younger than me be sold. I wanted to stop being touched by countless of drunk old men every week. 

I wanted a place I could call home.

I looked back at the man beside me, could a life with him be better then what I already had? I didn't know but it was my only shot. So I let him leave, not saying a word.

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Okay so this is just part one, I'm planning on making this only two parts here but I'm also considering turning it into a separate full story.

Anyway tell me if you enjoyed it!