LucianDevine
Happily Owned/Collared
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- Dec 19, 2007
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The lights flared brightly, and the man in shackles lifted his head with a sigh. The room he was in was relatively nondescript, just a large circular room with shackles on each wall, and of course the shackles hanging from chains in the center of the large room. The bound man was naked from head to foot and bore signs of sustained abuse all over his body.
At the door meanwhile, Maria, the owner of the establishment in which all he was being kept, was leading a small group of chattering people. This man wasn't the only person Maria owned, but each slave had their own dungeon, in case some of the potential buyers wanted a trial run before buying.
The man's name had once been Gary, but as per his contract, his name had been stripped from him. He knew as well as every other slave owned by Maria, what the presence of such a group meant. It meant that today was auction day, and he was on display. As Maria and the group approached him, he turned his head away from them. To most this would seem a sign of respect, but Maria knew different. "Stand firm maggot!" Came the command, accompanied by the sharp snap of a riding crop hitting his chest. Gary put his feet on the floor, instead of hanging as he had been. He stood an impressive six feet six inches, and his bodily was heavily muscled through and through. His cock was similarly large, standing eleven inches long with a two-and-a half inch girth when fully aroused. His head lifted to look Maria square in the eye. "Eyes on the floor!" Followed by another sharp snap to the same spot. His head lowered, despite the fact that he hadn't made a sound or flinched in the least. Maria's guests meanwhile had lined up in front of him. Gary knew that they would be led forward to inspect him and evaluate his worth and potential.
His deep and almost shining blue gaze watched each domme/dom as they moved across the room. That blue gaze lifted to meet the gaze of the domme/dom that stepped forward.
It was not fear that gripped him, only a quiet understanding. His body told the tale that his mouth almost never spoke of. He had old wounds and scars all over his body, most especially on his back, which had been abused especially badly by somebody.
With each domme/dom to pass him, He lifted his gaze once more, sometimes receiving punishment for his seeming insolence. Still, he took it stoically while he waited to see what would happen.
At the door meanwhile, Maria, the owner of the establishment in which all he was being kept, was leading a small group of chattering people. This man wasn't the only person Maria owned, but each slave had their own dungeon, in case some of the potential buyers wanted a trial run before buying.
The man's name had once been Gary, but as per his contract, his name had been stripped from him. He knew as well as every other slave owned by Maria, what the presence of such a group meant. It meant that today was auction day, and he was on display. As Maria and the group approached him, he turned his head away from them. To most this would seem a sign of respect, but Maria knew different. "Stand firm maggot!" Came the command, accompanied by the sharp snap of a riding crop hitting his chest. Gary put his feet on the floor, instead of hanging as he had been. He stood an impressive six feet six inches, and his bodily was heavily muscled through and through. His cock was similarly large, standing eleven inches long with a two-and-a half inch girth when fully aroused. His head lifted to look Maria square in the eye. "Eyes on the floor!" Followed by another sharp snap to the same spot. His head lowered, despite the fact that he hadn't made a sound or flinched in the least. Maria's guests meanwhile had lined up in front of him. Gary knew that they would be led forward to inspect him and evaluate his worth and potential.
His deep and almost shining blue gaze watched each domme/dom as they moved across the room. That blue gaze lifted to meet the gaze of the domme/dom that stepped forward.
It was not fear that gripped him, only a quiet understanding. His body told the tale that his mouth almost never spoke of. He had old wounds and scars all over his body, most especially on his back, which had been abused especially badly by somebody.
With each domme/dom to pass him, He lifted his gaze once more, sometimes receiving punishment for his seeming insolence. Still, he took it stoically while he waited to see what would happen.