Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 1

I wasn’t sure what I was doing here. My father had brought me along, saying he had a special surprise for my 21st birthday. God only knows what it could be with his twisted mind. We were in a dim room with a large window that showed a dark space. There some couches and a table with what looked like a buzzer and a phone. Weird.

“Harry,” my father said, gaining my attention, “why don’t you sit and relax and wait for the show to begin.” Show? Great was this a circus act or something. I know I enjoyed them as a child but come on, I was an adult now. Okay, maybe I was a little excited. I took a seat on the single couch, not wanting my father to sit beside me.

“What is this?” I asked, as suspected I didn’t receive an answer, just a wolfish grin as a reply. I sighed and sat back waiting for the ‘show’ to commence. A few minutes later a deep, male voice sounded over the intercom system I hadn’t noticed was there.

“Gentlemen, please sit back and enjoy as we begin with our selections.” Selections? Then the room visable from the window lit up and out of a large door walked a girl. She was barely dressed and looked like she had seen better days. Her hair was ratted, her ribs showed through, and the use of drugs in her system was obvious. 

“Age: 25

Brown hair, brown eyes

Height: 5’10

What she lacks in looks she makes up for with eagerness.

Bidding starts: $150”

Bidding? What the hell?! Small dings began to sound from other rooms occupied by wealthy men. I turned and stared accusingly at my father who smiled at me as if he’d just been promtoted to king of the world.

“What the hell is this?!” I screamed.

“What’s the matter Harry? You’re 21 now, it’s time you had your own slave. I got my first when I was only 18.”

“What kind of slaves are these exactly?” I demanded as a petite woman was shown and praised for the work she does with her mouth.

“Well the term sex slave is so harsh. They do other things really, cook, clean. So what if they happen to get you off at the same time? The label is quite offensive if you ask me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I slammed my hand down on the table and stood up.

“This is sick!” I turned to give one last disgusted look at the window and paused at what I saw.

“Age: 20

Blonde hair, blue eyes

Height: 5’7

Irish

Status: virgin

Bidding starts: $300”

He was beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. His hair was brown at the roots suggesting he might be a natural brunette. He had strong features and a baby face all at the same time. He was thin and had milky white skin, making him look so fragile. I wanted to take care of him. I was brought back to reality by the sounds of dinging. I couldn’t let boy be taken and soiled by some old pervert. Without thinking I slammed my hand down on the buzzer. Again and again until my bid was the only one left. Once our room number was called as the winner by breathing began to relax. I fell back in my chair and glanced at my father who was grinning from ear to ear. 

Sick bastard.

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I shouldn’t be this nervous. I really shouldn’t, its my room after all. But hes in there. All of a sudden the idea that I had just purchased a human being hit me like a ton of bricks. I should just get it over with, introduce myself with a smile, let him know he doesn’t have to suck my dick or anything. Although he did have a very pretty mouth. Stop that! I shook my head and placed my hand on the doorknob. With a deep breath I pushed into the room and stopped short at the sight before me. He sat crumpled up, his hands chained behind his back. His blonde hair that had grown shaggy, from neglect I'm sure, was hanging in his down-turned face. I cleared my throat but he didn’t look up.

“Um, hello.” I said.

Still no response. I moved and knelt down toward him. I wasn’t until I was reaching over his small body that he flinched, still not looking at me. Cautiously I stuck the key I had received from the guards into the lock from his chains and they crashed to the floor. He looked up at me then, surprise clear on his face. I was rather taken aback too. The announcer had said his eyes were blue but not like this. They sparkled like a clear ocean, and looked just as deep. I could swim in them if he’d let me. But based on his body language and the fact that he was moving further away from me I didn’t think that would happen. “I’m not going to hurt you!” I said to which he simply rolled his eyes. He walked over to the living area and grabbed an apple out of the bowl in the center of the table. He took a bite, seating himself in my chair in front of the fire with this back toward me. Well, this I going to be harder than I thought.