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obieblu

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It was a perfect day to be in the city park. The sky was blue, the sun was warm, and the birds were singing. Though, for the line of debtors waiting to be auctioned, it was likely the worst day of their lives. So far. While debtors' prisons were still illegal, there was a return to indentured servitude where the rich could pay off the debts, at least, of those who failed at the modern economic system and own the debtor until they'd earned off the sum that was paid. This was rarely possible, and those purchased remained slaves for the rest of their lives. Bidding above what they owed usually ensured this. Slaves purchased in this way were used for many things from domestic help, to pleasure slaves, to high-level employees who could never accept another job, to factories with dorms and no vacations or weekends.

Kyle Tran was in line with the other slaves. His entrepreneurial spirit had failed him, and it was determined by the courts that he could never reasonably pay off his debts. His meager assets were seized, and he'd spend the last few days in regular county jail along with many others currently in line. There was little period of adjustment to come to terms with being a normal, free man and then being sold into veritable slavery. They wore lime green prison jumpsuits, shapeless pants and tight tshirts. The green was to show their 'crime' was money, and made it easier for the police to spot the rare runaway. Kyle wasn't tall, standing at 5'8", but his tight tshirt indicated his athletic physique which made him stand out in the dejected looking crowd.

The facilitator of this sale acted like any other auctioneer. He'd list a qualification or two of the subject in question, then their total debt, which was the starting price. There were about a hundred bidders, agents, and spectators, today, while children laughed as regular families enjoyed the surrounding park. Eventually, Kyle was called on stage, and he trudged up. His posture was usually excellent, but today his shoulders hung. He just looked down at the platform in front of him while the auctioneer spoke about his bachelor's degree in exercise science, then his total off $230,000 of total debt, which was his starting price. As the moment came for the actual bidding to begin, he finally looked up, scanning the crowd for any sign of sympathy or kindness. He primarily looked for female faces, as the bitter jokes in prison were that being purchased by older lonely rich women were the best any of them could hope for.
 
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Ryu Sora had always had willing boys hanging off him, at his disposal, since high school. Just as sex is commonplace in public, so is homosexuality. And Ryu is no stranger to boys willing to submit to him at any given time. Eventually, he came to realize they weren't what he wanted. Always having someone willing meant there was no thrill of forcing submission. After a while, it became boring, and Ryu focused his attentions on his work.

Owning a leading tech company, specializing in security and networking, makes Ryu a very rich man. And well known for his products. The news runs a story on his company at least once a month. A side branch of his company is dedicated to something entirely different; sex tech. Items to be used on sexual partners. Things like long distance vibrators to be controlled with a phone app, collars that emit a frequency to cancel out the wearer's voice. This is another thing that puts Ryu's company on the news.

But after months alone, Ryu is becoming bored again. However, he had seen a flyer advertising an auction recently. It's been nearly a month since there had been enough people to warrant an auction. The idea of owning someone made Ryu's excitement jump. A slave couldn't say no, not technically. It's the perfect solution.

Thus Ryu finds himself standing in the crowd, staring up at a very attractive dark haired man with a starting bid of $230,000. Quite the debt. Ryu listens for a while as two women bid back and forth, raising the bid to $300,000. The man on stage is attractive, even in the ridiculously bright green suit. Ryu makes the decision, raising his arm to be seen and calling out. "Six hundred thousand."
 
Kyle watched two middle-aged women bat numbers back and forth. There were worse fates, and it almost approached flattery that they would actually spend eventually over a quarter of a million dollars on him. Not even everyone had sold. Some of those who had incredibly high debts and weren't attractive or had no skills above drudgery didn't get bought. It was off to real prison for them to work their debt off at 22cents and hour. The rates of a slave were better if they could contribute quantifiable value to a real business. At the base rate, being used for nothing more than domestic servitude or 'companionship', he had no chance of freedom while he was still a young man. He just hoped whichever of these two women who were more stubborn had a real job for him or a very nice home to wallow in.

Then, a man's voice broke through the bidding and the murmurs. Everyone looked at Ryu. The auctioneer even paused for a moment, then smiled, getting a cut of overages, then continued on, quickly rambling numbers. One woman looked perturbed. The other ran her eyes up and down Kyle again, and began to raise her hand... then reconsidered and looked down the line of debtors waiting to be auctioned for another suitable, and less expensive candidate.

As the auctioneer began to close out this round, Kyle took a better look at the man who'd bid on him. He looked professional. Hopefully he had a good job for Kyle. "SOLD! to the man in the dark suit," the auctioneer banged his gavel then used it to point at Ryu. Kyle was ushered off the platform by deputies and taken into a tent set up for the purpose of doing all the paperwork. As all his belongings had been taken and sold, Kyle had literally nothing to bring with him except the bright, ugly uniform.

There was a similar white tent where Ryu could confirm his payment and register as a new owner. "Your purchase has passed all his health checks and was deloused this morning," the young clerk tapped around on her tablet screen, then retreated to a table with file boxes. She fished out a folder and brought it to Ryu. "Debtor #031866, or Kyle Tran if you so choose, is now your legal property. You assume legal responsibility for his welfare as well as any crimes he may commit. Here is a copy of his file with a history and his relevant qualifications. Please enjoy your purchase." She tapped the 'Submit' button, and Kyle now belonged to Ryu. On the folder was printed a QR code. "Scan that over there to pick him up," she pointed at another clerk standing outside the exit of the tent where Kyle was getting his final processing and shackles removed.
 
Ryu shows no emotion as the auctioneer announces the man sold. Ryu has more than enough money to spend on someone with less debt than others. Most bidders won't spend more than fifty thousand above the total debt. Ryu doesn't care. This man looks good, and and looks, while not everything, are a sizable requirement to Ryu.

Over at the purchaser's tent, Ryu listens in boredom to the woman going over the required legal statement, then provides his card to make the purchase. Pocketing his card again and taking the file, Ryu only very briefly skims through it before looking over at Kyle. He doesn't look overly pleased at having been purchased by a man. Likely, Kyle is straight. Ryu would change that.

Ryu heads over to Kyle and the clerk waiting to scan the QR code on the file to confirm ownership. While the clerk completes the final transfer, Ryu doesn't wait to put hands on his new slave. Gripping Kyle's jaw firmly, Ryu turns his face side to side. Then his fingers run through Kyle's soft hair, tousling it, before turning to take the file from the clerk.

"My name is Ryu Sora. In public, you will address me as Sir, in private you may call me by name." Ryu is walking away as he speaks, fully expecting Kyle to follow him. Ryu leads the way to an sleek royal blue sports car, the convertible roof of which is currently down. He gets behind the wheel, starting the engine.
 
The only job-related items of note in Kyle's file are that he was 22, his BS in Exercise Science, and he was a co-founder of a failed start-up. Not the greatest foundation on which to try and make money for Ryu in a useful way. Kyle hoped his new owner really wanted a live-in personal trainer. He didn't look prepared to be handled like a horse, but he didn't fight as Ryu moved his head around and strangely checked his hair.

"Uh, yes. Sir," Kyle responded flatly. He was crushed before this ordeal, and he wanted to look at least cooperative as he couldn't simulate enthusiasm. The lad quickly followed, glad there were no more physical restraints. He spotted some other debtors heading out of their park with their new masters, too. He hadn't tried to make friends in his few days in lock-up. After a pause to make sure he wasn't given another instruction, Kyle opened the door on his side and got into the passenger's seat. "Sir, I really think I can be of value to you. I have all the general office skills, and I'm great at ideas. I just had too much bad luck hit at once," it sounded like he thought he was in a job interview.
 
Ryu pulls away from the curb, a faint smile at the corners of his lips. Kyle's words amuse him. The man thinks Ryu bought him for work. Ryu isn't really surprised. It's rare to find a gay man in the debtor's auction. Ryu turns the car in the direction of the shopping district. First, he needs to get Kyle out of that green jumpsuit.

"I'm certain you've got plenty of useful skills, Kyle. I might even make use of them. Maybe. But that's not the primary purpose for purchasing you." Ryu pulls into the mall parking lot, finding a spot at middle distance to the front entrance. Getting out, he shrugs out of his jacket, leaving it on the back seat of the car. "Let's go."

Ryu heads for the mall, walking at a comfortable but purposeful pace. The first stop is a general clothing store, where he moves around adding items like underwear and socks to a basket. Then he hands the basket to Kyle, making a small but sweeping gesture with his hand. "Go pick out what you like and what fits, enough for a week. Find yourself a jacket and a couple of sweaters as well, and a pair of shoes. The ones you have look worn."
 
Kyle stopped trying to 'sell himself' at those foreboding words. He was intensely curious as to what the purpose was, but he swayed to not wanting to yet know, like how the killer in a horror movie won't strike until someone sees them. Perhaps this cordial demeanor between he and his new master could go on indefinitely. He hopped out of the car, correctly hoping that he was getting a new wardrobe. The debtor's outfit was humiliating, and Ryu even commented on his white prison sneakers.

The new slave stupidly watched his owner holding their shopping basket, then looked apologetic when Ryu handed it to him. He bit his tongue when Ryu picked out shorter, tighter underwear than the boxers Kyle usually wore. When he was given free reign to pick out his own clothes, his expression lightened noticeably. "Oh, thank you. Um," he looked around, "Ok. I'll be over there." Kyle circulated, picking out mostly fitted polos and straightleg jeans. A few ribbed sweaters and an aviator jacket went into the basket. The haul wasn't entirely unfashionable, but it was a bit bland in the way a straight guy would pick. The last bit was a pair of black sneakers, the kind that would be mostly unobtrusive if he wore them with nicer clothes. Ryu had only said one pair, and Kyle didn't want to get off on the wrong foot.

"Alright, these should be ok," he circled back around to Ryu, trying to look cheerful. "Thank you, again. This green thing is pretty horrible."
 
Ryu stands by the front counter, chatting amicably with the woman currently managing the store. There's no flirting going on, Ryu had quietly shut that down right away. The woman had blushed, apologized, and the conversation had turned light. Small talk about the news, Ryu's company, since he can't go anywhere without getting recognized. Thankfully, the comment he had made about disliking the celebrity status he was given during an interview a couple months back had garnered him the respect of the people, and nobody treats him like a star. He prefers that. He runs a tech company, he doesn't act in movies or make popular music. Celebrity status and treatment, in his opinion, should be saved for those who do the flashy, showy things, and renowned artists.

Ryu turns toward Kyle as the man comes up to him. Kyle's selection confirms to Ryu that the man is straight. There's no bright colours, or at the least colour coordinated pairings. Ryu doesn't comment; he had told Kyle to pick what he wanted, and the man had done just that. He nods, then waits while the woman runs everything through the register. His card comes out to pay for everything. It's not cheap, but nothing is overly expensive either. Ryu had purposely picked a store with middle ground prices so Kyle could have good clothing, while not feeling like he had to be careful about the cost. "Miss, do you mind if my pet borrows your washroom to change?"

This store, while being a clothing store, is also small enough that change rooms are sacrificed to allow more space for racks. So there's no opportunity to try on most things before buying. Kyle should have known his sizes, though, so it's not a problem. However, Ryu doesn't want to leave the store with Kyle still wearing the debtor's green jumpsuit. The woman smiles and nods, then asks Kyle to follow her. She makes no comment on Ryu's choice of words, using the term pet instead of slave.
 
Kyle had recognized Ryu's name, but he erred on the side of caution and didn't yet say anything. Not knowing slave etiquette, his priority was not causing his new owner to have any reason to dislike him. These types sometimes hated being recognized. He also noted the use of 'pet', although it should be kind of obvious what situation Kyle was in. Though, it seemed polite, which was a good sign.

After a nod to Ryu, Kyle followed the woman and tore off his ugly, shameful track suit as quickly as he could. All of it went into the garbage can, including the sneakers. He ripped open a package of underwear and slipped them on, then jeans and a light gray polo. It was fitted, but not slutty. A balance between being subdued and relying on his physique to inspire others to think he could help them look like him in his former profession. Kyle collected all the new purchases and headed back out to meet up with Ryu. "Much better. Thank you, sir," he neither gushed nor acted like they were friends. Though, his posture showed he was generally more comfortable than before.
 
Ryu waits patiently, watching when Kyle comes out again. He may not be fashionable to Ryu's standards, but at least he looks good in what he chose. Ryu thanks the woman for her generosity, then leads Kyle from the store.

"Do you want a haircut, or do you prefer your hair that way?" Ryu doesn't look at Kyle, instead watching where he's walking. They head four stores down, to a specialty suit store that tailors their suits to fit as desired. Inside, it's very obvious that everything in the store is expensive. One of the male clerks is with them in an instant, greeting Ryu with an easy familiarity. Clearly, the man is a regular here.

Ryu exchanged a few words with the clerk, then leads Kyle into a back fitting room. It's spacious, with a two foot wide, six inch high raised circular pedestal. A room meant for the clerks to take measurements and make alterations to suits.
 
“No. I think it's ok. Maybe in a couple weeks,” Kyle replied as he followed along with the bags. He wasn't sure if he was being pampered or made presentable. But it was better than prison.

“A suit?” he couldn't help but ask. What Kyle knew of suit fittings was purely from tv and movies. He wondered if Ryu worked in a formal attire office.
 
Ryu raises an eyebrow at Kyle, the closest thing to any emotion he's shown since getting the man. It's almost a look of amusement. He takes a seat on one of the chairs in the room, leaving Kyle standing by the pedestal. "Surely you know who I am, Kyle. I own a leading company in a big industry, with a good public image to uphold. My company attends many events, charities, and functions. I expect you to be appropriately dressed when we attend them."

The clerk comes in then, the pieces to a dark navy suit over his arm. He directs Kyle to undress to his underwear and get into the suit; dress pants, a white dress shirt, a vest, and a jacket. The clerk holds onto the jacket for now. Once Kyle is dressed in the pants, shirt, and vest, the clerk moves him onto the pedestal before glancing at Ryu. "Take it in close. I want a good fit." The clerk nods at Ryu's words and sets to work, fitting and pinning the clothing to sit close to Kyle's skin.
 
“Yes, sir. I knew. But you probably get the gushing all the time,” what was more surprising was that Kyle would be going to any of these events. He started to inquire, then stopped himself. He sat the bags down off to the side before undressing.

Kyle revealed his sculpted body, not thinking much of it. It seemed weird to have an audience for a fitting, but... eccentric rich people. He had all the right vanity muscles trainers should. His biceps and smooth pectorals twitched with every movement, and three soft grooves continued down from his defined sixpack behind the elastic of his underwear. Kyle's body was all smooth, light golden skin with two flat brown nipples. He quickly dressed in what the attendant offered, then got up on the platform.
 
Ryu folds his arms over his chest. He certainly doesn't hide the fact that he's admiring Kyle's body. Definitely attractive, and built very masculine. It would be fun to break the man into submission. He watches Kyle as the clerk works, the man raising and lowering Kyle's arms as needed. Then he hands a Kyle the jacket to out on so he can fit that as well.

When he's finished, the clerk instructs Kyle to undress very carefully, so as not to disturb the pins, or stick himself with one. Ryu stands, waiting until Kyle is dressed in his new clothing again. "Have the suit sent to my estate when it's ready." The clerk nods, and Ryu leaves the fitting room, then the store. He had seen the relatively nice black shoes Kyle had picked out, so he won't make the man get business shoes.

"Do you have any medical conditions? There weren't any listed in your file." Ryu walks down the mall hallway, eventually stepping into a health food store at the corner. He moves up and down the short aisles, picking out a brush, toothbrush, letting Kyle pick the toothpaste he likes. He adds a pack of razors and a bottle of shaving gel as well. He expects Kyle to keep a clean shaven face.
 
Kyle noticed Ryu's eyes on him, but he tried not to think too much about it. However horrible the system was, the man had just spent a lot of money, and it was natural for him to want to inspect his purchase. Most of their time together was buying Kyle clothes, there was nothing for him to worry about. Again, Kyle did what he was told as well as he could, and there was quite a lot of maneuvering to get the very tight clothing off. Lots of stretching and contorting of his muscular torso to get undressed again. Once redressed in his new normal clothes, he hopped off the platform and followed his master.

"No. No medications or anything. Healthy is kind of what I sell," or at least used to sell. He almost mentioned his protein and supplements, but didn't want to sound selfish or like his master owed him anything. Kyle would have to wait and see if he could still work fitness into whatever his new lifestyle turned out to be. This time, he made sure to take the basket first, so Ryu wouldn't have to hold it himself.
 
Ryu nods, pleased when Kyle carries the basket for the items. In the pharmaceutical side of the store, Ryu adds a bottle of painkillers and one of relatively expensive multivitamins. He's restocking on what he normally keeps at home for himself as well, since they're here. At the register, a polite but cold smile interrupts the male cashier's half spoken attempt to flirt with Ryu. It seems he gets a lot of attention when he goes out.

"We have one more stop to make before we go home. It's a specialty boutique." Leaving Kyle to pick up the bag of items, Ryu walks ahead toward the mall's exit. His hands tuck into his pockets as they walk toward the car, but he's watching Kyle from the corner of his eye. "Are you hungry? We can go through a drive-thru if you want, or wait until we get home."
 
Kyle was just happy that he hadn't yet been whipped or sent to work at 'the mines' or some other horrible fate he'd imagined. Ryu was cold, but on the nicer side of the spectrum, buying him clothes and offering other considerations. He just sort of looked down when Ryu talked to anyone, unless Kyle was a necessary part of the conversation.

"No, thank you," then he remembered to add, "Sir." He followed along behind, carrying the bags, thinking this is probably what his life would be for a very, very long time. "I'm too nervous to eat. I didn't even eat, last night."
 
At the car, Ryu pops the trunk for Kyle to stow the bags of purchased items. He stares a moment when the man says he hasn't eaten, and hadn't eaten the previous evening. "Your file says you went to college for health and fitness. You should know more than most how bad skipping meals is."

Ryu gets behind the wheel and starts the car. As soon as Kyle has his door shut, Ryu pulls out of the parking spot, turning left onto the main road. Further into the shopping district, toward the luxury shops and boutiques holding spas and salons. He doesn't say anything further on the matter of meals, but it's clear enough that Kyle's health is important to him.
 
"I know, it was just... everything. Today." He hoped it went without saying that by 'everything', he meant being bought by another person. "It's not a normal thing." He packed all the bags carefully into the trunk, hoping it looked like he'd take all tasks seriously. Maybe even be trusted in Ryu's business.

As they'd been discussing eating habits, after they headed out to the next destination, Kyle continued. "I can cook. And plan meals. Keto. Southbeach. Paleo. I know all that stuff." He was really pushing his usefulness.
 
"It is normal. Debtors being purchased, their debts being transferred to owing their owners, has been normal for nearly twenty years. Nobody thinks twice about it. Just as six has been commonplace for just over a century." Ryu intentionally mentions the public's acceptance of sex. Kyle hasn't realized his purpose yet so it's time to start dropping hints. More hints would occur at the boutique Ryu is driving to.

When Kyle starts mentioning his knowledge of diets, Ryu scowls. He understands the man went to school for such, but he has never been a fan of people pushing their products or programs on him. "I don't need structured diets, Kyle. I eat healthy enough. Good to know you can cook, I'll leave dinner prep to you then."

Ryu pulls up in front of a boutique with a neon purple sign that reads 'Secret Pleasures'. The name alone should be clue enough to what type of store it is. Ryu gets out of the car, going around to wait for Kyle on the sidewalk. Inside, the boutique filled with all manner of sexual accessories, clothing, and novelty items.
 
Kyle opened his mouth to reply, like this was a normal conversation with an equal, about how being on the receiving end of such a 'common' thing was different than discussing it philosophically. But, in a wise effort to act his new role, he closed his mouth, just letting his master lecture as he pleased. After assigning him cooking duties, Kyle felt a tiny bit better. "Yes, sir. Anything specific you like?"

Kyle's face remained expressionless even while the neon sign could be seen reflected in his eyes. He told himself this was for Ryu's girlfriends, or high-end escorts, or some weird rich person thing like that. He'd have tried to stay in the car except his new master was pointedly waiting for him. Kyle got out of the car, trying not to let the anxiety build in his stomach.
 
Ryu doesn't seem to have noticed Kyle's question regarding his meal preferences. Instead, he leads the way inside, exchanging greetings with a blond man named Erik. Another location Ryu seems to be well known at. He passes most of the shelves, heading for a display of collars. He's looking them over, decided which he likes.

Ryu picks up a black leather collar with a blank silver plaque on the front, and a silver ring stitched between the two layers of leather. A silver hardware with a small lock and pair of keys make up the buckle. With a smile of satisfaction, he makes his way up to the register. "I'd like the plaque engraved with Kitten, Erik." Erik nods with a grin, taking the collar and going into the small office room behind the counter.
 
Kyle watched Ryu go about his business silently. That tickle of anxiety grew eith each passing minute until it was a fist sized knot in his stomach. He jammed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and hoped that Ryu had a girlfriend he called 'Kitten'. After that, Kyle looked nervously around, anywhere but at his master. Almost like he was hoping to be forgotten.
 
Ryu is acutely aware of how nervous Kyle is getting. He smirks, not hiding the expression. Not that he needs to, the man is refusing to look at him. Erik returns with the collar and Ryu makes his purchase, declining a bag. Erik catches on immediately and chuckles.

The fact that Kyle is avoiding looking at him makes it that much easier for Ryu to come up behind him. The collar is slipped around Kyle's neck, buckled snug to his skin, and locked. Ryu pockets the keys and wraps his arms around Kyle before the man can step away. A couple inches taller than Kyle, Ryu's body seems to fit perfectly against the man's backside. By chance, there's a wall mirror across the aisle from where Kyle had chosen to stand. "A good fit. It looks good on you."
 
Despite not watching, Kyle had a brief worry that Ryu was approaching him. A cold chill rushed through his entire body at the first touch of his master. He didn't struggle, move, or even speak as he was collared.

As Ryu's arms came around him, and he stepped in.. intimately, the fist of anxiety punched up into his diaphragm, and Kyle's breath hitched. His ass was firm, of course, and it made for a very nice body to push up against. "Yes, sir,” he acknowledged, rather than agreed, after barely a glance at the mirror.
 
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