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"Okay! Ladies and Gentlemen, Lets start the bidding!" The announcer called out into the microphone. The auction started, workers were pushing girls and boys on to the stage every few moments. Finally it was almost over, but Michael still hadn't gotten one because the bids were so high. As Michael was about to leave, two workers push a small, lanky lad with bright blue eyes and blond hair on to the center piece. He had tear streaks down his cheeks, but so did most others. The lad, Luke, wasn't used to the sex slave business. He was born into being a house servant. He was painfully quiet and mostly obedient, except when his owners’ son tried to force sexual acts on the younger boy. He tried to make Luke get on his knees for him, when Luke was there to clean and cook food for the family. So he said no and refused to even look at the man. Bad choice, Luke now found himself at some building being sold off to whatever disgusting person bought him and forced to be whatever the new owner wanted Luke to be.
"Now, while he is scrawny. His last owners said he's a great cook, keeps everything in order, mostly obedient. All things great come at a price though," The man paused, looking over to Luke as he tried to make himself not be there anymore. "He will not do anything sexual, meaning he is one hundred percent virgin." He looked around the now silent area of the men and women surrounding him. When no one made a move to start a bid Michael did.
"I'll buy him right now, 15,000." He called out, making Luke's head snap in the direction of Michael and Luke's bottom lip started to quiver, his heart beginning to thud harshly in his chest as Michael didn't look the nicest. Michael had an eyebrow piercing in, bright dyed red hair and he was wearing some cut up band shirt that showed off his arm band tattoos.
When no one dared to up Michael's offer the announcer knew it was the best there was. "Sold to Clifford," He spoke into the microphone before grabbing Luke's arm and pulling him towards Michael, "Money?" was all the man said. Michael nodded, pulling out his wallet and a wad of cash. He placed it in the mans hand before grabbing Luke by the arm. Before Luke could react they were nearly across the building, which now seemed empty, tears sprung to his eyes as he tried to tug himself out of his new owners grip.
"N-No, p-please," Luke whimpered out, planting his feet into the ground and not moving causing Michael to turn to the lanky lad. "I-I do-don't want to. I want t-to go home." tears had begun to fall and his bottom lip trembled harshly. He could feel Michael's grip tighten around his arm, "Please just l-let me go!" Luke's voiced raised ever so slightly making Michael's eyes darken. Without hesitation Michael brought his other hand up, bringing it back slightly and swinging it down to Luke's left cheek. Luke's head snapped towards the right and he let out a scream of pain.
"I fucking bought you, I'm your owner. You will NOT raise your voice at me? Understood?" Michael's voice rang out, making the younger lad want to shrink away and disappear completely. "Understood?" Michael hissed, tightening his grip on the younger lads arm. Luke nodded as fast as he could, still crying harshly. "Say, yes sir," Michael demanded.
"Y-Yes, Sir." Luke cried out, bringing up his other arm to wipe his face. He kept looking at the ground, trying to ignore the stinging in his cheek. He knew it was going to bruise, Luke bruised so easily it made his mom worry all the time. Michael gave a nodded, turning around and walking away, pulling Luke behind him. Luke figured it was safer for him to just comply for now until his new owner had calmed down. He let Michael pull him to a nice black, matte car. Michael opened the back door and pushed Luke into the back seat, climbing in after him. Luke, finally freed of his owners death grip, scrambled to the other side of the car and curled himself up into a ball, peering over his knees at the pale man. Michael sat on the opposite side, giving the younger lad room to breathe.
"There's a few things you should know, of course you'll get all the rules when we get home but I want to give you a few now." Michael started, "You are to address all of us a Sir. Yes, there are three of us. Do not raise your voice at the other two, Calum will not hesitate to let you know your place with a backhanded smack and locking you in the basement. Ashton however, you won't sit for a week and you'll probably lose your voice from screaming out." He shrugged. "I won't tolerate it much either. As before, depending on the tone you use and shit like that, I'll just backhand you and make sure you understand your place. The only times we won't mind is if you're just having a bad day and you barely snap once, that we can understand. We just won't let you get away with it to often." Michael said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, but kept his eyes on Luke. Though Luke wouldn't look at him. "Understood?" Michael raised his eyebrows at Luke.
Not wanting a repeat of last time Luke didn't hesitate to whimper out, "Yes, Sir." which made Michael grin. "C-Can I just ask a question?" Luke looked up, his voice still small. When Michael didn't tell him know, he began. "I don't know why you, uh, bought me, Sir. I did get fired because I wouldn't go down on my last owners son, I'm not comfortable with any sexual acts like that. I cook, clean and I can do so much more." Luke spilled out, tears already lining his eyes. He hated he cried so easily, but this whole thing was new to him and he didn't know what to expect.