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and now i'm ready to feel your hand
brendon/spencer, r, ~1000 wds
warning: slave!fic, dubcon with implications of consent

so i've had this idea in my head for literally like two years or something and i've finally started writing- there will be more in this verse eventually because i have a lot planned out. but for now, here goes.

Spencer had put off shopping for a slave for a whole two weeks after he was of age and accordingly expected to pick a companion. The thought creeped him the fuck out. He'd done his research, found a company who seemed relatively ethical and given into temptation two weeks after he turned twenty one.

It's really no contest for who Spencer's gonna pick. They're caged in standing cages, gagged, hands secured to the sides of their areas at hip-height and their ankles secured loosely, so they can shuffle forward or back a step or so but not close their legs much. The position gives an interesting impression of the slaves, both relaxed and exposed. It's explained to Spencer that he can have a more intimate examination of any slave he's considering, although they have limits of course, but he's welcome to stick his hands in the cages and touch.

Spencer's sold when he reaches the third cage.

It's the boy's eyes, probably, dark and wide and a little bit shy but a little bit curious. He looks at the ground and away from Spencer and it's only when those eyes aren't fixed on him that he notices the boy's full, broad lips stretched around the gag, nearly as pink as the plastic itself. Spencer bites his lip.

The kid looks about eighteen, not much younger than Spencer himself. Which is good; a slave your own age will be a companion for life, if you want to keep them that long. Spencer intends to. He walks around the side of the cage, giving the kid's whole body a look, and his heart almost stops when he sees his ass. How has an ass like that not been bought in the first twenty minutes on display that morning? Spencer feels like he should try to hide the kid or something, in case someone else starts checking him out between now and when he pays. He glances over his shoulder to see if anyone's around but there's no-one. He reaches a hand in through the squared bars and traces the crease between the boy's ass and thigh.

The boy steps back into it and when Spencer looks up, startled, the boy's looking over his shoulder to meet his eyes. Spencer is momentarily breathless.

"I want to buy you," he says to the boy softly. He's not sure if it's normal to talk to the slaves here; he doesn't want the employees laughing at him or anything. He steps right up to the edge of the cage and the kid shuffles back as much as he can. "Is that good?" Spencer asks, and the boy nods. He looks like he's smiling behind the gag.

Spencer's a little bit hard. He'd told himself he'd be fair to his slave- whoever he bought would have to know his place, certainly, it was only expected, but he'd be good and kind and give the poor kid time to adjust to his new home, woo him a little and give him time to understand than Spencer would much rather give him pleasure than pain (although with proper training, eventually, the lines would blur). Spencer would use him for sex eventually, but not until he was sure his slave would enjoy it. Looking at this guy, though, Spencer doesn't know how he's gonna keep it in his pants long enough to get home from the store, let alone give him weeks and weeks to settle in and get comfortable. It'll be hard not to... rush things along.

Spencer runs a gentle fingertip up the kid's ass crack and watches the goosebumps bloom all over his body.

"I'm gonna go pay. Don't-" Spencer says. Move. Well. Never mind. "Hold on."


They offer him body modification services included in his price- unlimited branding, up to two hours of tattoo work, up to six piercings and electolysis free with sale price. Spencer considers electrolysis but declines, too eager to get home. None of that stuff is expensive compared to what he just dropped on this slave; if he changes his mind about removing pubic hair he can bring him someplace else, and he hopefully won't have to humiliate his new companion into submission with nipple rings and a brand of ownership. They uncage him and leash him on a cheap sale collar, wrists and ankles bound on chains that let him walk, still gagged. He's still naked.

Spencer ungags him in the car, smiling, running his fingers through the boy's hair. The kids flexes his jaw a few times, looking adorably surprised at the stiffness, and Spencer's hand only drags down his neck and shoulder a little bit before politely retreating to his lap.

"I'm Spencer," Spencer says.

"Hi," the boy says. His voice is low and warm and Spencer already loves it. He wants him to say 'hi' forever.

"So I was looking through some names and I- I thought you could pick from some, if you wanted to. I had a bunch that don't fit, but I like the B ones for you, you know. Warm and round. Does that fit?" He'd picked all people names, not animal names or numbers or weird shit like some other owners do. He didn't think he'd enjoy someone named Fluffy or Rover, honestly. Too weird.

The kid who will soon be Brian, Brendon, Brent or Bastian says, "Oh, really? I- cool." He smiles. Spencer is charmed. "Thanks."

He picks Brendon.

"So, Brendon, if you're so eager to be touched, why didn't you get sold ages ago?" Spencer asks as he starts the car.

"I just really wanted you to pick me," Brendon says. "If I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with a guy, I wanted him to be attractive, at least. I gave most of the dudes death glares."

Spencer sighs as he turns out of the parking lot. It's gonna be hard to go slow.

Date: 2011-05-06 04:01 am (UTC)
jedusaur: A hockey stick with the paddle wrapped in rainbow-colored tape next to a puck, lying just above the blue line on a rink. (brendon urie's ass)
From: [personal profile] jedusaur

(I think this is the fic my [livejournal.com profile] bandom_valentine prompter wanted me to write when I ended up basically ignoring the prompt and writing this. :P)

Date: 2011-05-06 04:02 am (UTC)
jedusaur: Stephen Fry as Jeeves with his hands held to his face. (jeeves facepalming)
From: [personal profile] jedusaur
(I mean [livejournal.com profile] bandomvalentine. Sorry, can't edit comments with this account.)

Date: 2011-05-07 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkichan.livejournal.com
This is interesting and I do hope you continue it and post more!

Date: 2011-05-08 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xstarlesscity.livejournal.com
oh, thanks! i'm looking forward to it! glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2011-05-10 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theletterelle.livejournal.com
Ohh ohhh ohhhhhhh. I must have more. Give me more! :)

Date: 2011-05-26 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xstarlesscity.livejournal.com

talk to me about it on aim or something, the more i talk about it the more i'll wanna write it

Date: 2011-05-26 12:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theletterelle.livejournal.com
I shall jump you as soon as I see you. :) I should be on after 9:30 EDT tonight.

Date: 2011-05-25 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kat-lair.livejournal.com
:DDDDDDDDDDD Mmmmmmmm slave!fic. Now where are parts 2-100 of this? ;)

Date: 2011-05-26 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xstarlesscity.livejournal.com
:D :D :D



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