To Pleasure and Serve (In need of a Master Seme)

[JR_TheRandomFan]

*~|| TRIGGER WARNING-This RP may contain the following: ||~*

 

•BDSM themes

•Violence

•Blood

•Inappropriate language

• Rape

 

 

*~||Reply to your own discretion.||~*

 

 

Here comes another active night in the Red Light district. Soft rain patters down the slicked streets,mist sheeting the line of neon lights in an eerie glow. It could be argued that such a sight would be beautiful. A beautiful sight for such a sinful place. That was the last glimpse that he could catch when he was pulled from the truck.

 

A young man,around his early twenties knew exactly what was waiting for him that night. He was all too familiar with this certain scenario in his seven years of the salve trade. Your pervious master dresses you up to show you off to whoever and will always catch an eye at the auctions. You try to turn your head and attempt to hide that building fear of whatever hell that awaited you after you were sold. Too many good friends had been subjected to the process,and too many times had the young blonde been traded around to different masters and knowing that he would endure the same abuse over,and over. His name was a vague memory from past masters,only the driven tale that he was there to serve them. The drive or being weak compared to them, insignificant, easily replaceable. Those were the words that he was to let almost everyday. His will on the brink of shattering, fear planted so firmly in his mind that the thought of rebellion was almost unheard of. He was completely lose in vacant thought to even speak. The only thing that drew him out of such a trance was the hard slap and grope of his panty clad ass at the hand of his master." You're time will come soon enough." The older man hissed in his ear." I will miss destroying those plush of your everyday,but you've been too much trouble to trouble and are not worth the effort to keep. I'm sure tonight I can find something a little cheaper." At the last word he roughly kneaded into his cheek to show empathize for his point. It took all he had to not to yelp in pain,clear eyes hazed over from how building tears. Wherever he was going to go could never match his old master. No one could even come close.

 

The young blonde was then being pushed in a large room with a circular stage set at the very center. Bright lights blinding his light colored orbs, lacy garments illuminated and barring for all to see behind those one way windows lining the walls. It wasn't long for a voice to roar over the hidden speakers." Up next, loyal buyers, is a true blonde bomb shell. Don't be fooled by those curves and open chest. This twenty-two year old is a sheet boy at best glances." As the voice continued the stage below the blonde's feet slowly started to turn his body around. Even though he couldn't see it, the blonde knew what was going on in each private room. Unseen eyes undressing him,almost wondering what kind of tortures could break such a weak,feminine looking young man. He was at their mercy,and not a thing could be done about it. Whoever would bid the highest you be taking him.

 

"The bidding will start at one thousand dollars. Please place your bids with the designated screen on your controllers. Good luck loyal buyers,and bid well!" So this is it. The blonde would be moving on to another master. Who would buy him, and how would his personal hell continue from there?

 

 

The slave is depicted in the avatar connected to this post. Sorry for the inconvenience,for I could not find the link.

~JR