Apparently I had more single stories than I thought written. So, I will continue to post them as I get them arranged. I hope you are enjoying the expanding story. I would appreciate any feedback you might have, good or constructive.
Standard disclaimer: Everyone is over age 18. Once again, if this is not your cup of bog water, please move on to something that is.
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Chase was bent over his work, the slave that had been dwelling in his office sitting on the thick mat when the chime indicated that someone was asking to enter his domain.
He tapped a button on a keyboard to show the outer cameras showing a man in a suit, looking a little confused. Another button allowed him to speak. "I'll be out in a moment."
"Ok, Thank you." the other man said.
Regretfully putting down his work, he grabbed a leash and headed to retrieve a slave. He had promised his male slave a performance at the next auction he attended.
"Bitch-boy, Stairs." he commanded as he gathered a few other things in his duffle bag before meeting the kneeling slave just out of range of the stair alarm. Snapping a leash to his collar cut out the alarm as Master and slave made it through the empty club to the front door. Chase, as he had with his female slaves, slipped a blindfold over the slave's eyes
The man waiting tried hard to not show his reaction to a naked male with a collar, blindfold and cock-leash following another man toward him. Chase paid him no attention as he made his way toward the car, guiding the slave into it.
"They said you were odd." the man proclaimed as he followed Chase into the car. Bitch-boy knelt on the floor of the car, eyes blindfolded but head down.
"I just have a very specific clientele. I would have thought by now they would have found like-minded people to accompany me, but it is not important." Chase waved his own comments aside. "Is it at the same place as usual?"
"Where they said to go, yes." the man agreed. Bitch-boy shivered in anticipation of coming out of the car at the auction. A sharp tug on the leash attached to his cock made him still in case he displeased his Master.
Thirty minutes later the car stopped and Chase moved to get out, his male slave trailing close behind still robbed by sight. The man stepped out of the car, consulting his I-pad.
"The auction starts in twenty minutes. You have a request for an audience, before. In 1H." the man recited.
"Very well. I will see you after, unless this interests you more than you thought." Chase smiled as the man looked up from his computer and seeing Chase was not alone in his companions.
"I will accompany you, it is what you are paying for." the man said, trying to put his attention back to his hand-held device, but unable to completely occupied.
Chase went to the designated room, knocking on the door. When the answer came Chase opened the door to regard the person inside before crossing the threshold.
"I hear you are in need of specific slaves?" the man inside commented. "Either one to break or a pleasure slave."
"I can make my own pleasure slave. I had one, but broke it. The one to break might interest me." Chase agreed as he stepped inside the room. Bitch-boy came up behind him, feeling the bag his Master carried now hanging from his cock. The thought and feeling made him even harder. "Show me what you have."
The man snapped his fingers and two slaves crawled in, their movements alluring. Their bodies were covered with Henna writing describing their assets and abilities. Once they made it into the room each girl stood and spread their arms and legs.
Chase looked over the females. Circles over their nipples give response time and the treatments their breasts had been given. One had been beaten, the other wrapped with rope and cord to make features more prominent. Their cunts were highlighted, describing how many times they had been fucked and the largest cock or dildo their had taken inside.
Even though he favoured brunettes, the blonde slave interested in for her abilities. She'd had up to a eleven inch cock inside her cunt and a nine inch in her ass. Her throat was approved for deep throat, up to a thirteen inch dildo. What interested him was her dietary restrictions. She was required to suck at least three cocks before any meal, at least so far in her training. It was stated that she craved semen and would do degrading acts to obtain it.
"Tell me about it's diet." Chase requested as he looked over the slave. She stood, spread as she could get, but smiled at him. If he acquired her, it would be the first thing he broke her of.
"No food is given to it without at least three cocks serviced. At the start if she could not fill the requirement in ten minutes, she was denied food. For punishment, she was denied food all together and only fed semen for a week and a half. Now, as a treat, she is allowed a frozen block of semen with chocolate frozen inside. It reinforces the taste, and rewards with a occasional sweet treat. We are phasing in the frozen treats for a nightly basis, but varying the treats so they don't know until they are through if they are rewarded."
"Impressive. Does it take a beating?" Chase asked.
The man shook his head. "We focused on pleasure, not pain. It has been punished occasionally by corporal punishment, but not become accustomed to it."
"Understood." Chase conceded. "I will return after the auction. I am looking for a fiesty female I can break, but kill if necessary. I do like the Henna. Semi-permanant and clear."
"Thank you Sir. The blonde is 10k, restraints and currently toys included."
"I will let you know." Chase shook the man's hand as he turned to leave the room, taking his bag and tugging on the leash.
Chase joined the other owners in watching the slaves be paraded on the stage. Bitch-boy knelt at his side, holding the bag in his teeth. The slave had never been happier than he was currently. He was being gawked by people he didn't know, on a cock-leash holding a duffle bag in his teeth. The only other thing that could make it better was being fucked while doing it.
Very little of the slaves paraded before him interested him, they were all a little too compliant, but Chase did check the roster for other slaves from DungeonMst, the one he noticed who had previous had his slave Precious.
Last were the recently captured, too much to handle or unbroken slaves. The majority of the crowd was gone, finding breaking a slave as too much work. Chase lived for the breaking, and if they weren't exceptional, he would sell it.
In the line up there were four brunettes, one blonde and another red head. Chase dismissed the brunettes. He found them too enjoyable to keep once he broke them, and he wasn't in the market for another to keep until all his current ones were trained. That left the last two.
Both of the ones that garnered Chase's attention were bound both hands and legs with a severe bit in their mouths to keep them silent. The blonde glared at the people around her, struggling in her restraints.
Being difficult property, Chase was able to obtain the blonde for just over two thousand dollars. There was no training to compensate for and a profit to me made.
