Band One-Shots (Open!)

You're F*cking Mine (Kellic)

I walked through the rows of cages, disappointed with everything I saw. Not a single one was what I wanted.

I was looking to buy a sex slave, and I wanted someone small like me, and easy to dominate, to take control of.

But of course, all they had to offer was big, tanned, muscular guys, that looked like THEY would be dominating ME.

That's just not the way it works. I'm the Dom, they're the Subs. Plain and simple.

"See anything you like?" I heard a voice behind me ask. It was the guy who currently owned all of the slaves, Jack.

He's fairly tall, brown eyes, his brown and blonde hair mohawked. He runs the place with his boyfriend, Alex, who's the one that invited me to come have a look-see.

"Not really." I frowned at him, "I'm looking for one that's... that looks nothing like these ones." I told him, gesturing to the offers in front of me.

Jack nodded with a smile. "We just got one in yesterday, I think you might like him. If you'll follow me, please?"

I trailed after him to the back of the warehouse we were in, and stepped through the door he opened for me.

There were a few guys in the room, three Subs and one guy watching over them.

"Hey Danny." Jack greeted him. Danny was tall and had wild hair that was somewhere between dirty blonde and ginger, with a beer belly.

"What's up mate?" Danny asked, his voice heavy with a British accent. His eyes landed on me, and he smiled.

"What can we do for ya, mate?" Danny asked, stepping over to Jack and I.

"I wanna show him the newbie." Jack answered for me, and Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Right over here!" he laughed, pointing to a corner of the room. One of the Subs was sitting on the floor, hunched over, clearly terrified.

He had jet black hair to his chin, with tremendously large blue eyes, and a small body.

I knew the second I laid eyes on him, he was perfect.

"Like what you see?" Jack chuckled, giving my shoulder a squeeze. I nodded, eyeing the man up and down.

"What's his name?" I asked, stepping over to him. "I've just been calling him 'Bitch!'" Danny laughed, and Jack added that he doesn't have one.

I squatted down next to the terrified Sub, who shrank even further into the corner.

"How's Kellin for a name?" I questioned, lifting his chin roughly so he would meet my gaze.

Better he learns respect quickly.

He merely nodded, so I grinned. "You're fucking mine." I sneered, speaking quietly so that Jack and Danny wouldn't hear.

I stood up, informing the two businessmen, if you could call them that, that I would take him.

Danny, with the help of another guy named Ben, dragged my new Sub out to get ready while I went over the paperwork with Jack and Alex.

I was given a collar and leash for him, as well as advice to keep him on it as much as possible, which would make it hard for him to run away.

After paying for my new fucktoy and signing several papers, Kellin was brought in.

"Ready to go home?" I smirked, putting the collar on him. He simply stared at the floor, so Jack slapped him.

"Answer your Master, you worthless fucking piece of shit!" Alex yelled at him.

Kellin started crying as he whimpered, "Yes Master." I thanked Jack and Alex, then led Kellin out yo my car on his leash.

"Be glad I won't make you crawl." I remarked, "Most of us Doms would." "Y-yes Master." he said quietly as I started the engine.

I drove the 45 minutes home, blaring music in the speakers as I fantasized all the things I would do to my new Sub.

By the time we got home, my jeans were extremely uncomfortable for me. But now, I have Kellin to help me with that.

I shut off the engine and got out, shutting my door before retrieving Kellin.

He was shaking as I led him to my front door and unlocked it, then shoved him inside roughly, causing him to fall to the tile floor.

"You fucking idiot!" I spat at him angrily, pulling him back up by his leash, "Learn to fucking walk!"

"Yes Master!" he squeaked, crying once more. I knew I was supposed to hit him for that; Hell, I should beat the shit out of him. But I didn't want to.

Something about him, and something in me, prevented me from hurting him like that.

"Alright, enough." I sighed, then cursed myself for not being firm, "Quit your fucking snivelling, do you understand me bitch?"

He quickly wiped his tears with one hand as he nodded. I grinned wickedly as I pulled him against my body, my hard on pressing into his thigh.

"I think we need to go upstairs." I smirked before roughly pressing my lips to his.

I pulled him upstairs by the leash and into my bedroom, pushing him onto the bed before removing his collar.

I went to put it on the dresser, but stopped. "You know better than to try to run, don't you?" I asked, and he nodded fearfully. "Yes Master."

"Can you say anything beside that?!" I growled, throwing the collar so I could grab him by the neck.

"I'm s-sorry Master." he whispered, his eyes wide with fear. "You should be." I sneered, "You're fucking mine."