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Jared was going to turn 16 year in two weeks and he was afraid that he was going to be dumped in a brothel or sent to Slave Dump if he didn't get sold soon enough. He didn't want to go to a brothel or the SD, only those who weren't good slaves were dumped in the SD; the slaves who ended up there didn't last more than a year, and their short stay were anything but good.
Normally, a pleasure slave was sold around 15 when they were considered to be the most ripe but Jared had fallen sick around that age so he couldn't be put on sale. Now it was already 2 months since his recovery and he was given a re-polish for all his skills before being put up on a sale.
The bidding went well enough and Jared felt relieved when he was purchased by a blonde boy whose name he didn't know. He was told by the boy that he was a birthday present for his new master. Jared nodded.
He was drove in the dickey of a very fancy cartage with some other goods and was blindfolded before being led to somewhere. His heart was beating a mile per minute and he prayed that his new master didn't have scary kinks. He had stories in the compound that some masters liked to whip the slaves until they bled and then lick off the blood from their body. A shiver ran down his spine from thinking of the possibilities of the situations.
He tried to bring his irregular breath under control when he was laid on a bed and his hands and legs were tied to the bed posts. He tried to comfort himself by saying that at least he wasn't tied naked.
He didn't know how long he lied there, tired and hungry. His last meal was before being put up on sale and he was just given an apple as a meal. His stomach rumbled and his body protested to be put on rest but his eyes didn't drop close, no matter how tired he felt.
Few hours later, he heard a door being opened and footsteps nearing the bed. His heart thundered in fear when he heard several footsteps nearing him, he didn't want his first time itself to be gang exploitation. Later on, he would adjust to his master's kinks bu-
"This is yours to keep Jensen. Take good care of him" he heard someone say from his right side.
"Wha' a fuckin' beauty" he heard a slurred voice from the same side "mmm smells goo' too."
"Yea man. Can we have some fun together, what say?"
Jared's tried to not go into a panic mode. It's okay. It's okay. He kept chanting.
"Fuh off" came the same slurred voice which he now knew was his new master's "I don' sharr. Now get los', I wanna unwrap my presen'."
He sighed in relief when his master told he was not going to share.
He heard some sigh of disappointment and then the sound of some fading footsteps with a shut of door, a moment later. He felt the shuffle of the silk sheets on bed and assumed his master climbing on it.
"Aren you allowed to see?" his master asked in his confused voice.
"It's master's d-decision" Jared opened his mouth for the first time in 2 days. He was terrified but he never let it show in either his voice or his expression. He didn't want to be sent back to the compound.
"Mass-tear? Oh. Master" his master giggled "Right."
Suddenly there were hands slowly gliding up his thighs "Can I undress you?" his master asked.
"W-w-whatever master w-wants" he recited his lines, this time his voice breaking a little.
His master giggled again and his hands started pulling down his loose pants which easily slid down his skin. He was naked beneath and he tried to control his breathing when he felt two kiss being dropped on his right thigh. His master giggled again "You are so smol."
His ears burned in embarrassment and he wanted to explain his master that their bodies was made for anal pleasure only, and therefore their privates were small but he didn't dare open his mouth. They were taught to open their mouth either when their master gave them permission or asked them any questions.
Then his shirt was rolled up until it reached his armpits. His master's hand roamed around his slim stomach and up to his slightly pink nipples "Soooo ripee" his master said while rubbing the little peaks with his fingertips and Jared arched up from the bed. His nipples were the most sensitive part of his body.
"You likt it?" his master asked with a giggle and Jared didn't even get the time to answer when suddenly his little peaks were swallowed into warm mouth and the wet appandage started lapping at his peaks. He let out a loud throaty moan.
"Mmmm" his master sucked for a few times and then he slowly went lax against his body with his mouth still aroud Jared's peaks. Spit rolled out of his master's mouth and slided down his chest. His master snuggled closer to him and put his leg across his thighs and hands across his stomach. Few minutes later, he heard his master snoring softly and he tried to stop his tears from falling but failed.
Warm, hot tears after tears rolled out from the corner of his eyes and slid down his temple, it got soaked in his cloth tied to his eyes; his chest heaved up and down with the effort he put into breathing. He cried until his eyes grew tired and his body gave into exhaustion.
The next day he was woken up because of the protesting sounds coming out of his stomach. His arms and calves burned from being tied for too long and his eyes were still blind-folded. His shirt and pant was still in the same place where his master had kept it last night. His master was still draped around him and was slowly coming out his sMORGANp too. He just prayed that it wasn't because of the sounds of his rumbling stomach.
"Fuck" his master cursed under his breath and moved away from him "Holy heathens, my head!" And then after a beat he heard his master standing up from the bed "Who in the moons are you!?" his master asked in an angry voice and Jared immediately felt the rejection by his new master. The fear of being sent back to the compound rushed with full force into him.
"I am y-y-your s-slave. My b-b--ody" he fumbled with the recited lines in a trembling voice "is to pleasure y-you, master."
His master took few seconds to think and then he yelled "FUCKING MORGAN!"
Jared flinched when the bed vibrated a little from the kick that landed on its leg. He feared that his new master might hit him and then send him to the compound from where he'll be dumped in the brothel or Slave Dump.
"P-please m-master d-d-don't return me to the compound" Jared begged his new Master while fresh tears started rolling down his eyes and wetting the cloth tied around his temple "I-I will pleasure you anyway y-y-you want. P-p-please." His stomach made a deep rumbling sound "S-sorry master" he apologized immediately.
He heard his master sigh and few seconds later hands reached towards his rolled shirt and pulled it down to cover his naked torso while his pants were slid up his hips, his blindfold were pulled down from his eyes as well. He opened his eyes in panic and a blurred ceiling came into his view. He blinked closed his eyes several times and whipped his head to the right side when he felt himself being un-tied.
His master wordlessly un-tied him and when he was finally un-tied, his master spoke "Lisa will bring you some food. After eating, I don't want to see you anywhere near this room. Am I understood?" his master asked with a strict voice.
Jared panicked "W-where will I go master?" he asked, lying in the fetal position, facing his master. Now that he could see, he observed that the room was very large and with the several things placed around the room it didn't take him long to realize that he was in a playroom. When his master turned to face him, he observed that his master was very handsome. His body was well-proportionate too. He couldn't help when his anal slicked in response. It wasn't his fault; it was his body's biology's fault.
"Will you stop the hell calling me master!?"
Jared recoiled and shut close his eyes "S-s-sorry" he apologized as hot tears stung the edges of his eyes and made him sniffle.
"OH GOD! Fucking MORGAN!" his master ruffled his hair in clear exasperation.
His master was exasperated at him. Jared tried very hard to obey his master but the stupid tears didn't listen to him and kept falling out. He heard his master walking away from him so he opened his eyes, only to find his master walking out of the room and shutting off the door with a loud bang after getting out of the door.
What was his destiny going to be? He felt so terrified. What if his master returned him?
He brought his legs close to his chest and buried his face into it and started weeping, scared of his fate. He froze when he heard the door being pushed open. He raised his head in fright and saw a petite lady walking towards him. Is he to pleasure his master's girlfriend or wife too? He felt sick to his stomach at the thought and he gulped down hard.
The lady gave him a loving smile while Jared only stared and prayed for nothing worse to happen. His master had already rejected him so what worse could happen? He slowly got up and forced himself to sit, no matter how straining it felt for his body.
"Hello Jared. I'm Megan and I'm Prince Jensen's sister."
"Prince?" Jared felt baffled. His master was a Prince? But his attire...oh stars, slaves do not judge.
If his master really was a prince, he must've done some good things in life to deserve this fate. He knew as a fact that slaves belonging to a castle were treated much better than the regular slaves. But then he remembered the way his master had rejected him and deflated from within.
"Yes dear."
Jared suddenly remembered that he hadn't wished the royal figure. He hastened to stand up, despite the protests of his straining muscles, but got stopped by the other.
"No, no, it's okay Jared .......mind if I sit?" the lady asked, pointing to the edge of the bed and when Jared nodded, she made herself comfortable on the edge of the bed, careful to maintain some distance between herself and Jared.
"Jensen hasn't rejected you, okay?"
Jared raised his head and looked at the lady with hopeful eyes. His master hadn't rejected him. That meant he would not be dumped in the brothel or the SD "He hasn't?" he asked in a small voice for confirmation. He didn't want to get his hopes high and see it getting crushed.
"No Jared. He is just opposed to the idea of owning a slave that is all" she explained carefully.
Jared nodded meekly at that.
"Fulfill your duties, that is all I ask, then I can guarantee to not have you shipped back. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes, your highness."
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Whatever gossips he had heard about the kingdom were all true. It was his second full moon in the palace and his stay had been comfortable up until now.
He was staying along with the other slaves in the Dasi Chamber. The chamber was very large but clean and well maintained too. He had his separate bed and was allowed to wear clothing that he was happy about.
What made him sad was the way how other slaves treated him. Unlike the other slaves, his master hadn't once called him for his services and that made him useless in everyone's view
The others never missed an opportunity to taunt him.
He knew they were just jealous because he was the Prince's only slave and most of the people would trade anything for his position, but he didn't dare say so, afraid to create enmity with others.
It was a regular afternoon in the castle and he was sewing the clothes of the guards. Apparently all the slaves were assigned various tasks depending upon the skills that were developed in them during their stay in the slave market, so that they were productive for the kingdom.
He was good in stitching and his physique was not suitable to carry out strenuous work, therefore, he was given out this work. The other slaves called him 'girl' for this, but he didn't pay any heed to them; what use would it be anyway?
He was silently doing his work when a loud thump on the door broke his attention.
"Prince Jensen's slave, you've been asked to meet your master by the garden's fountain at your earliest" a guard announced from the doors of the chamber.
He heard snickers coming from the other slaves and the whispers of "finally some attention." He tried his best to ignore them and silently made his way out of the chambers, following the guard.
He reached the garden's fountain and saw his master standing with his back to him. Jared fidgeted on his place with the hem of his tunic "You called for me, mas- Prince?" he immediately corrected himself when he remembered that his master didn't like that honorific.
His master turned around and he didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this; his master smiling at him.
"I caught that slip of tongue Jared" his master teased and despite the heat climbing up his cheeks, he apologized.
"You gotta stop apologizing" his master said sighing "In fact," he continued "it should be me doing that."
"Prince?" Jared said in surprise.
"Really Jared, I apologize for my outrageous behavior from 2 moons ago -no let me get my piece out" he stopped Jared with his palm when the other tried to speak "I didn't confront you earlier because I was ashamed with myself...oh moons, I still feel."
His master took a deep breath and continued "It is no secret that I hadn't ever desired a slave, but now that I have you, I shouldn't be ignorant, not anymore. I've heard the gossips from the Dasi Chamber."
Jared blushed till his toe at that. He already was embarrassed enough to hear his master apologizing and that sentence made him even more embarrassed.
The slaves in the castles had specific ranks, they were placed higher than the guards and their worth depended on how often their master called them for their services. It was clear as crystal that Jared was titled as the worthless slave and the gossips about how even the animals had better positions than him, was not unheard of.
"It is because of my negligence that you have had to hear so many insults, but not anymore."
Jared's hopeful eyes locked into his master's clear expressive ones.
"You'll be present in my chamber every evening 7 pm to provide your services."
Jared wanted to feel nervous because providing his services would mean that his master would finally explore his body, but instead he felt relief coarse through him at the thought of all the gossips about him coming to a cease.
"T-thank you Prince" he stammered out. He knew his master had good intentions behind his action and he felt grateful for that.
"It is the least I can do after tarnishing your rank" his master smiled and Jared found himself smiling back.
He really must've done some great deeds in his previous life to deserve this fate.
"Now would you mind shifting and having a run with me?"
"E-excuse me P-prince?"
He hadn't heard a single story of any master allowing their pleasure slaves to shift. Pleasure slaves were supposed to remain tamed and shifting, according to everyone, made the slaves wild and untamed because it lets them get connected to their inner wolf.
"Don't worry; it's your master's order so no one would mind, right?"
Jared nodded seemingly convinced with his master. He'd have to put in a lot of effort and concentration into shifting though, because he'd be doing it after quite a long time. The last time he shifted was when he was 5, and was under his parents' care.
"I'm shifting" his master said.
He saw his master transforming in a graceful swift that only came after years and years of practice. In a second, his master stood on all his fours, tall and proud. His master's wolf form was a sight to look at, silver thick hair with splotches of white covering his dominant large body and baby blue eyes sparkling with zeal.
He snapped out of his admiration when his master nudged his face with snout, demanding Jared to follow up.
Jared closed his eyes and concentrated. After a few seconds, he could feel his bones cackling, his flesh stretching, which tore off his clothing, and his joints popping to a new shape -to form his wolf.
When Jared fully shifted, he felt shocked when the smell of forest, freshness and something so musky began to invade his senses. He was sure it was the smell of his master's alpha and that shocked him even more because pleasure slaves were given a life-time fill of potion, that were to be consumed by them so that their smelling sense as well as their own scent remain under check. He sure had taken it last night, so why then was he still able to smell the arousing smell and even found his body responding to it?
The scent didn't only arouse him but made him feel protected, taken care of and loved; it was weird to feel all those emotions when his kinds were not allowed, not supposed, to feel it.
All of a sudden he understood it very clear but would never admit it to his master or anyone else for that matter.
His master was his true mate. That is why even these potions didn't work. True mates were very rare and almost non-existent but they were true.
And it was always the submissive ones who'd get to know about their true mates, it was how nature made them. So unless Jared tried to connect his master through thoughts, his master would never know that Jared is his true mate.
Jared didn't know how to do that because those tricks were thought only at academies and Jared (or any pleasure slaves) never had the privilege to attend one.
His master took a leap forward and started running.
He bottled up all his emotions, ignoring the intensity of the scent and controlling his own response to it, and chased behind his master.
He wondered how many like him had to go through this kind of pain? Where their heart was trapped and bounded by their duties and social rankings, they never got the chance to mate?
Now all of a sudden, the pain of being returned to the compound or being dumped to the SD seemed less painful as compared to the pain he'd have to constantly feel everyday of his life. He'd have to refrain himself from feeling any emotion crawl into him, when his master -his true mate- someday will go to mate with someone who is not him.
He knows that he'll never be his master's mate.
Because all he will be is his master's pleasure slave.