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Bound To Pleasure
Star
- Joined
- Jan 28, 2009
It was a big day in the human trafficking marketplace. There was a sort of âclearanceâ auction a going on, New slaves, old slaves, male slaves, female slaves they all had to go! Seems Black Friday bring out the sales in every kind of market. Throngs of experienced and novice master and mistressâs were gathered, check books in hand ready to scream out bids on any bit of human merchandise that caught their eyes. The final bids were going up on a lovely young girl, just getting into her early twenties, there was fierce bid war going on between a young noble man and a middle aged woman who ran a brothel down the way. The price had gotten to high for most peopleâs blood, though most people were secretly hoping the woman would win, it would likely mean that they may get the chance to âVisitâ what they canât afford to keep around themselves.
The auctioneer smiled with glee as the bidding finally ended and the girl with for a price that was a nearly twice what she was normally worth. A slight groan was murmured among the male members of the bidders , the noble man had won in the end. The young woman was lead off stage to the new owner, the money was exchanged and the next item was brought up.
Being led out on a leash was a young man, probable in his later teens, nearly twenty, but having a youthful appearance that made him look a good two years younger that he really was. He was left shirtless and in a pair of black shorts that were quite form fitting. A common practice during these auctions; they wanted to show the slave was in the best possible condition to justify the prices. The auctioneer walked over and gestured to the young man. âNext we have Lot 113, Roy Dawnson. A young slave of 18 years old. One of our newest arrivals with great potential for many uses for the lucky master that gets to be this slaves first owner. A fine subject.â He had the boy turn around to give the bidders a good look at the new piece of flesh for sale He was a good 5â5ââ, a toned, but slim body. His hair a dirty blond, with green eyes, fair skinned, and still flawless. It was obvious he hadnât been really broken in yet.
âNow lets start the bidding. Minimum bid of 1000, or you can buy him outright with an offer of 200,000 or higher. Now what do I hear?â He called out, opening the floor for the bidders.
The auctioneer smiled with glee as the bidding finally ended and the girl with for a price that was a nearly twice what she was normally worth. A slight groan was murmured among the male members of the bidders , the noble man had won in the end. The young woman was lead off stage to the new owner, the money was exchanged and the next item was brought up.
Being led out on a leash was a young man, probable in his later teens, nearly twenty, but having a youthful appearance that made him look a good two years younger that he really was. He was left shirtless and in a pair of black shorts that were quite form fitting. A common practice during these auctions; they wanted to show the slave was in the best possible condition to justify the prices. The auctioneer walked over and gestured to the young man. âNext we have Lot 113, Roy Dawnson. A young slave of 18 years old. One of our newest arrivals with great potential for many uses for the lucky master that gets to be this slaves first owner. A fine subject.â He had the boy turn around to give the bidders a good look at the new piece of flesh for sale He was a good 5â5ââ, a toned, but slim body. His hair a dirty blond, with green eyes, fair skinned, and still flawless. It was obvious he hadnât been really broken in yet.
âNow lets start the bidding. Minimum bid of 1000, or you can buy him outright with an offer of 200,000 or higher. Now what do I hear?â He called out, opening the floor for the bidders.