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Ahlaway

Ahlaway

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Jul 17, 2013
In the end, it was easy to tell who'd been through an auction before, and who hadn't. New merchandise tended to throw a fit or be difficult in some way. Digging their heels into the dirt, or being so shy and skittish that the crowd couldn't get a good look. Far too many were emboldened by the merchants near refusal to hit them prior to the auction. They didn't realize that the men simply didn't want to show damaged goods, and that once the auction was over...there was more than enough time for cuts and bruises to heal before the next. Thus, despite the way his heart was hammering in his chest, Ezra bit back the instinct to snarl at the man who turned him this way and that on the makeshift stage, and kept his gaze low.

He had hoped that he'd be passed over. That the other slaves would draw everyone's attention. However, in his heart, he'd known from the start that such was a fool's hope. As the bids were shouted from the audience, golden eyes remained locked on the wooden platform bellow his feet, with him only daring to raise his gaze for a brief glance when the call was made. However, he didn't have time to find his new master among the faces, before he was being tugged forward to meet the man, bare feet stumbling a bit to keep up with the harsh tug.

"What do we say?" The sleazy merchant prodded once he came to a stop, and it took more self control than he'd admit to give the practiced line, instead of snipping.

"I live to serve, Master."
 
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In a society where sex was commonplace, so too, was human slavery. Whether unable to pay a debt, lost a bet, chosen over going to jail, or a number of other possible reasons, many people ended up on the slave market. Most were purchased for bed partners that didn't have the right to say no. That's why Liam had come to the auction today. His previous slave, which he'd had only a handful of weeks, had jumped in front of an eighteen wheeler when they were out walking last week. Tragic, yes, but Liam hadn't been particularly attached to him.

Liam watches a number of slaves come to the front of the stage and be sold. None catch his eye. But then a young black haired boy is brought up, and Liam's interest is piqued. He bids back and forth with another man for a couple minutes, then wins the bid with more than the boy is probably worth. Liam doesn't care, he has money to burn.

Liam heads to the side of the stage, where a terminal is set up to make payment for slaves and collect them. He swipes his card, then turns to the boy, speaking that he lives to serve. The fact that he has to be prompted means he's got fighting spirit still. Good, Liam likes a challenge. He grips the boy's jaw, pulling his head up and turning it inside to side to look at him. Beautiful eyes. At 6'4, Liam is a good bit taller than the boy. "What's your name?" Liam's voice is deep, demanding respect and obedience.
 
Trained well enough to know the steps he needed to make here, the boy kept his gaze down submissively. Thus, he didn't see the hand coming, until the taller man's hand catches his jaw, and his gaze is forced up. Golden eyes widen a fraction as bare feet stumble forward a step in his shock. However, he's been manhandled enough to have a quick recovery time. Even if this position make the ten inch difference in their height seem all the greater and more intimidating.

Against his wishes, he can't help but swallow, mouth feeling suddenly dry with nerves.

"Ezra, Master." He replied. For a moment, he considered ignoring his training, but a few months in the slaver's custody had made him hype aware when, from the corner of his eye he could see the pleased grin begin to drop on the merchant's face. Better not to risk it. Pride wasn't worth bleeding for. Or so he believed now. "But as I belong to you, you are allowed to change my name whenever it pleases you." He wouldn't accept it if the man did. He promised himself he that. He wouldn't just lay down and take the last bit of his humanity being stripped away from him with the pitiful reassignment of well used slaves.
 
Being told he could change Ezra's name at any time makes Liam frown. Slaves have nothing, and while Liam isn't against slaves, seeing it as more useful than a prison system, he is against taking away their names. They have nothing else, they may as well have their names. Liam releases the boy's jaw and pins the merchant with a narrowed gaze. "You've received your payment. You are no longer needed here. You no longer have any rights to the boy. Unless you're running some sort of scam? In which case, I shall be reporting you promptly."

Liam stares coldly until the merchant hurries away. Then his blue grey eyes return to Ezra. He tilts his head, running his fingers through the boy's hair. "I prefer Sir over Master. My rules are simple. Do not ignore me, do not lie to me, disobedience brings punishment. Am I understood, Ezra?"
 
Ezra wouldn't lie. It was incredibly satisfying to watch the merchant, who'd slapped, shoved, and manhandled him for months, run off like a scolded dog, with his tail between his legs. He bit lightly into his bottom lip, to try and stop the grin the sight of the man's retreating back earned, before he turned his gaze back to his master.

"Yes sir." He folded his hands behind his back, and his gaze settled about at his master's chin, as he'd been taught. As far as slave rules went, those seemed easy. Almost too easy, and Ezra was left with a small, nagging worry that he'd be proven wrong. That the man would prove to be some sort of sadist or freak. It would be his luck but....but it would probably be fine. Right? "Is there anything I can do for you now?"
 
Liam doesn't answer Ezra's question with anything more than a hum. Instead, he turns and starts walking away, to leave the building and head for the parking lot. He fully expects the boy to follow. Outside, Liam walks to a sleek silver sportscar. Both front and back seats are bench seats, full width of the car. Liam gets into the driver's seat. A moment after Ezra is in, he pulls out of the lot.

Liam wastes no time in testing out his new slave's skills. "Lean over and show me what you can do with your mouth." Liam doesn't seem to care that he's driving, he wants Ezra to suck his cock. He even presses his left hand to his own groin, rubbing his palm against it. "Don't make me tell you twice."
 
It's more the bluntness of the request, than the request itself that makes a flush come to Ezra's pale cheeks. It's hardly the most risque request he's seen a slave get, and he's sure quick blow jobs in the car are common among a lot of people. Just, maybe not when the car in question is moving. He's tempted, for just a second, to voice such an opinion, before thinking better of it.

If they die, they die.

With that decided, he shifts to unzip his master's pants and free his cock from within. It's...awkward, finding a good position for this, but he picks one that doesn't feel like it'll kill his back too badly, before giving the head a tentative lick. He shifts then, running his tongue along the underside once, before taking it into his mouth and beginning to bob his head.
 
Liam manages to spread his legs slightly in the small space beneath the steering wheel. He's patient enough for Ezra to get comfortable, dropping his right hand onto the boy's head over his lap. His fingers thread through his black hair, but he does nothing to control him.

That first lick feels almost reluctant, and Liam almost scolds the boy. But then Ezra licks again and takes his cock into his mouth, and Liam hums as approval. The motion and wet heat of Ezra's mouth is good, it's been a while since his last partner. At first semi-hard, Liam's cock comes to full erection in Ezra's mouth. "Good boy, now take in more."
 
Ezra had been trained with dildo gags of course. What would be the point of a slave that couldn't suck a cock, right off the stage? Still the real things was a bit different, and he began to struggle, eyes tearing slightly as his master's dick hit the back of his throat, as he forced himself to swallow more. The touch in his hair was gentle now, but he held no delusion that the patience he was currently receiving couldn't change in a moment, and this was not the hill he was going to get himself punished on.

Pale fingers struggled to find a good perch on the seat, as he hollowed out his cheeks and bobs his head, lowering himself more and more on the erect cock at a careful pace. Blinking back glassy wetness from his gaze, and fighting back what remained of his gag reflex.
 
Eyes on the road, Liam isn't aware of Ezra's struggles, yet. He's content to enjoy the boy's actions. He's focused on driving, though the muscles in his abdomen flex in response to the throbbing in his cock. He's breathing deeply, occasionally making some small sound of approval.

Liam applies light pressure to the back of Ezra's head. An unspoken command for the boy to take in all nine inches. He would either have to hold his breath, or figure out how to breathe around the thick cock in his mouth. He can't thrust his hips, needing to keep a steady foot on the pedals, but that doesn't stop him from pushing Ezra down, encouraging him to swallow down his cock.
 
Ezra had expected the hand to begin to push at some point, but that didn't mean he was anymore ready for it. He whined, the noise coming out muffled and almost animalistic, thanks to the cock filling his mouth. It was already a balancing act, reminding himself to breath through his nose as he lifted his head up and down, but he knew he couldn't disobey, and if he were honest, he was nervous that if he agitated his master, it would distract him from the road ahead.

So he took a deep breath through his nose before working his way down. The cock went down his throat, and his nose brushed his master's pelvis. A few stray tears escaped his eyes at the strain but he didn't allow himself to stop, as he was sure his master wouldn't either.
 
Liam smirks at the whine, though Ezra can't see it. He groans lightly when he feels the boy's throat around his cock. When the dampness of tears touches his skin, he lifts his hand to allow Ezra to come up for air. Hm, some training would be needed.

When his hand settles back on Ezra's head, there's no more pushing. He allows the boy to set his own pace and depth. At least he seems to know what he's doing, even if he can't take more than half the nine inch cock without a struggle.
 
The masters at the slave auction had always insisted that practice made perfect, and while it was entirely unreasonable, Ezra still had enough of an ego that simply being allowed 'off the hook', made him want to prove that he could do it all the more. He didn't have a lot, and it was the little things at this point in his life.

So he pulled up slowly, tongue teasing the underside of his master's cock, before he took a deep breath through his nose and went down completely. When he came up, he didn't go that far again, though he did pick up his pace.
 
Liam groans lightly when Ezra insists on taking his entire length again. Then he pulls back only a bit this time, and Liam threads his fingers through the boy's hair. He had been willing to let the boy have an easy introduction, but if he's so willing to please, Liam won't stop him.

Liam turns into the driveway of his home, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. However, he doesn't let Ezra up. Just because they've arrived does not mean Ezra gets to rest. Not until Liam gets his release. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Ezra, Liam can now plant his feet and buck his hips up, thrusting his cock into Ezra's mouth and throat.
 
When they come to a stop, Ezra has a passing hope that they'll get out, or at least adjust so that he can get on his knees outside the car. It would make things easier, but luck isn't on his side today, it would seem.

The thrust catches him off guard, and he chokes. Pale fingers clutch down on the fabric of the car as he tries to keep his bearings. A few stray tears are instantly escaping his eyes as he gags. The hand in his hair means he has nowhere to go, and so he can only do his best to meet his master's pace, throat burning and lungs aching for more air he knows he won't get properly until he's satisfied the other man.
 
Liam hears the gag, but he bucks again. Ezra has already worked him close, now he's set to finish it. Groans fall more readily from his lips now as he thrusts into the slave's mouth.

Liam drops both hands to the back of Ezra's head, pushing it down, until the boy's lips meet his abdomen. His next groan is louder, hips bucking up even as his hands press Ezra's head down. Then he spills, hot seed pumping down Ezra's throat. He hold Ezra down as his hips jerk. "Nngh, swallow it."
 
Swallow it.

His master says those words as if he has a choice. Forced down to the hilt of the other man's cock, golden eyes are nearly blinded by building moisture and his throat burns. All he can do is swallow around the other and his lungs scream desperately for air. Drool and tears decorate his face prettily as he paws weakly at the other man's leg, silently pleading for his head to be released so he can come up for air.
 
Liam holds Ezra down for a couple seconds longer, to make sure he swallowed it all. He's smirking when he finally releases the boy. Fixing his pants and tucking away his cock, Liam gets out of the car. He stretches, taking a deep breath while he waits for Ezra.

Once Ezra has joined him, Liam leads him up to the front door, unlocking it and moving inside. It's a modest house for the wealthy man, a nice front entranceway, archway to the right leading to a living room, and another to the left leading to the kitchen. Stairs lead to the second level across from the front door, and there's a short hallway straight through to the back door, as well as a door to a small washroom.

"The kitchen is off limits. If you want food, you ask for it. You're also not allowed outside without permission." Liam heads upstairs, where the hallway runs left and right. To the left, a full bathroom and a guest bedroom. To the right, a closed door, another leading to a small office den, and the end door leads into the master bedroom, with an ensuite bathroom. "The guest room is also off limits, I won't have you dirtying it. You'll sleep with me at night."
 
When the grip is finally released, Ezra comes up coughing and panting. It takes a moment, after his master leaves the car to catch his breath enough that the lightheaded feeling passes. At which point, he takes another moment to wipe his face as clean as he can manage- oddly thankful in this regard that he was forced to swallow everything- before following the other man out of the car and into the house.

It wasn't as large as he had expected, given his master's car, but it was still a lovely home, and Ezra let himself admire it- and enjoy the slight break- as he followed along and listened to the instructions. They were easy enough rules, if a bit confusing at points. Still, there was nothing so objectionable in them that it got more reaction than a slight flush of his cheeks, at the implication that he was dirty.

"Yes masters." The response was automatic. Quite literally beat into him during his training. "If I'm not allowed in the kitchen then will I not be tending to your meals?"
 
Liam narrows his eyes at Ezra, suddenly halting and turning to face him. He grips the boy's jaw tightly, forcing the boy to meet his eyes. "I believe I told you to call me sir. Do not make that mistake again." Liam releases the boy roughly enough to make him stumble against the wall.

Liam walks into the bedroom, pulling his tie from around his neck and tossing it into the hamper. His shirt follows, then he toes off his shoes and socks, the latter of which also makes it to the hamper. Liam turns to look at Ezra, removing the gold watch from his wrist. "First time slave, or resale?"
 
Masters was such an ingrained title at this point, having belonged to the merchants and trainers for so long, that the slip was inevitable, and so thoughtless that he didn't realize his mistake until his jaw is grabbed and he's forced to face his master's angry gaze. He swallowed a whine, golden eyes widening a moment before he's shoved against the wall.

Right. Okay. Pay closer attention.

After a quick breath to steady himself, Ezra follows his master into the bedroom, watching him undress, but not doing the same until he's given the order. Two slip ups so close would likely be...unwise. "First time, sir. The merchants purchased me from a trainer."
 
Liam hums, setting his hands on his hips. He stares at Ezra for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "Alright, strip down. Let's see what kind of damage they did to you." Ezra is not Liam's first slave, though it has been almost a year since the last. He knows how cruel trainers and merchants can be, and while he's no gentleman himself, at least he doesn't create scars.

Liam is not a patient man, so as he waits, one finger on his right hand taps against his hip. A small movement, but obvious enough to be seen almost as a warning. Whatever scarring Ezra may or may not have won't change Liam's intentions for him, but if the boy still has present wounds or bruises, his plans will be delayed to let the boy heal.
 
"Yes sir." He had been taught not to assume anything, and so he didn't so much as look at the hamper. Instead he stripped with well practiced ease, folding his thread bare clothes as he took them off and setting them in a neat pile by his feet.

As it stood, Ezra wasn't as bad off as he could have been. He'd learned quicker than some, and had only attempted to escape once, that resulted in a small scar on his leg, and afterwards the sole of his right foot being burned. Aside from that, he had a few whip scars on his back, from a new trainer who hadn't been careful enough with the merchandise and light scarring on his wrists from cuffs that had been put on too tightly. All of his wounds were long healed however, as the merchants wouldn't dare risk getting complaints of selling toys that couldn't be used.
 
Liam scowls when Ezra leaves his clothing on the floor. At least he folded them. This slave seems to be more willing to obey, but it remains to be seen how long he would last. Liam's previous slave, his first, had taken his own life after six months. He had been resistant to the end, and though Liam had taken pleasure in him, there had been more punishment than play.

Liam circles Ezra closely, running the fingers of his right hand along the scars on his back and wrists. Obvious enough to mark exactly what the boy is, but not ugly enough to need hiding on fancy outings. Liam hums again, his hand moving to firmly grasp the boy's ass. "Clearly, you got mouth training. What about your ass? Have you been used at all?"
 
Hands were fists at his side, as Ezra fought the instinct to keep his master in his view. He didn't trust the man for a moment, and while he'd do what he could to be obedient and avoid trouble, his mind couldn't seem to stop supplying him with terrible things that could happen to him, as it asked time and time again, where he would draw the line. He...hoped he wouldn't have to find out soon.

So lost in his own thoughts, Ezra didn't see the grab coming. He yelped in response, as his face flushed a pretty pink. "Only trained with toys sir. They didn't think anyone would be interested in a toy that couldn't be played with." The words felt bitter to repeat in his chest, but he hoped he swallowed most of it before it made it's way to his actual voice.
 
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