Chapter Text
When most people get bound, gagged, and blindfolded, they don’t know where they’re going. Dan, however, knew exactly where his kidnappers were taking him, and there was no point in trying to fight. He wouldn’t win. He never would. Because he was submissive, and that’s all he ever will be.
All his life he’s taken orders, letting other people boss him around and do want they want to him. Everyone knows this as well, because that’s what he was labeled. Being submissive is the exact reason why he was just kidnapped off the streets. That’s all this operation does--kidnap the submissive ones and sell them to dominators.
Dan could only hope that whoever he was sold to, would use him for something a little less harsh than slavery or just a sex toy. He would listen to orders, but he would want to have a decent life while he was at it. Maybe he would just get sold to someone who made him do housework. Yeah, that didn’t seem like a bad life.
The van he was in came to a sharp stop, causing his shoulder to jar into the steel side. He hissed at the pain through his gag, hoping he didn’t get hurt by anything else in here.
A pair of doors screeched open, hurting Dan’s ears as someone jumped inside the back.
“Only one of you is getting out at this stop,” the voice said, distinctly male. “Whichever it is, consider yourself lucky. This is a place where only the best of the best buy from. So one of you lucky mother fuckers is going to live in the high life.”
Dan had almost forgotten he wasn’t the only person in here. He had been stuck in the van for what had to be hours now, considering they stopped every so often to grab another submissive person.
“Who’s is gonna be?” the male said in a sing-song voice. “How about the pretty one in the back?”
Footsteps grew louder towards Dan, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be taken out of the van or not. High life sounds great, but not if he was being sold to someone who was only interested in a sex slave.
“Ah, yes. You’re the pretty one I snagged earlier.” Hard hands gripped Dan’s biceps, yanking him off the metal floor. He was lifted high up and slung over the man’s shoulder, presumably being carried off the van.
Feet hit the ground with a thud, jostling Dan. He tried his best to keep his tears in his eyes, but a few leaked out and dampened his blindfold. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared out of his mind right now. He knew what he was about to go into, he just didn’t know where.
“Place him in the chair. Make sure his wrists are tied down to the rests, though.”
Whoever was holding him did just that, throwing Dan into a cushioned seat and tying his arms down to it. Not that he would fight them if they were free to use, but it was a precaution just in case.
Dan’s blindfold was removed, and the site before him was something he wasn’t used to seeing. He was in a high class neighborhood, one where every house had at least three stories. He was at the end of the street, which was obviously a dead end. The house at the end of the road, however, was more extravagant than the rest. It had to be at least five stories. There was a fountain outside, and the whole property was lit up. People were all over the place, some wearing fancy clothing and others wearing more raggedy looking things.
“Take him to the boss. He’ll place him somewhere.” The voice belonged to a heavier man with a buzzcut, who looked quite intimidating. He was definitely a dominator, and Dan hoped he wouldn’t be placed with him. He seems the type to be too rough with submissives.
The chair was pushing forward, making Dan jump from the sudden movement. His vision blurred as he got closer to the house with all the people, tears spilling from his eyes and washing down his cheeks.
For whatever reason, his just hit Dan that he was never going to go home. His mum would never see her son again, and his siblings wouldn’t either. They would have to know where he had gone when he never arrived home. But that didn’t mean he wanted his family to experience the heartbreak of losing him.
Dan was wheeled through the front gate and up the right ramp to the front door. The door was pushed open by one of the people in the raggedy clothes, and what awaited inside, struck Dan with awe.
The place looked like Mr. Gatsby’s house, with streamers and people everywhere. Music thumped at a loud volume, people dancing and laughing loudly through it. This place was high class, and Dan hoped that maybe he had really lucked out when that guy chose him to come here.
“Hey, hey, hey! Look who it is! Back from work, Bryce?” someone said, approaching Dan.
“Works not done yet,” he huffed out. “I have to take this one to the boss.”
The man in front of Dan suddenly seemed to just notice him, making a clicking noise with his tongue. “Boss isn’t going to be too happy ‘bout that shiner. You know he likes the new ones untouched.”
“I know,” the man said. “But we found him like this. He already had the black eye, and there was no way in hell I was letting him get away and be taken by the rivals across town. This one is worth a lot. He’s pure.”
The man’s brows shot up with surprise. “You don’t say? Damn. He’s gonna sell for a lot. Perhaps Lester won’t care that he’s been touched if it means he’s pure.”
“That’s what I’m hoping. Anyway, I gotta get him upstairs. Catch you later?” Bryce said.
“Sure thing! Meet me at the bar. I haven’t nearly had enough drinks for the night, and I could use a buddy.”
Bryce snorted, wheeling Dan further into the house and up the first flight of stairs. The next level was a lot quieter and contained no people.
“When we get in there, don’t say a word, understood? Only speak when Lester addresses you by your name.”
Dan said nothing, but nodded once to let Bryce know he got the message.
He was wheeled into a large office, which contained one couch, one chair, and a very large desk towards the back on the room. The chair behind the desk was sideways, but Dan could still see the person sitting in it. He had black hair and pale skin, as well as a very sharp jawline.
Dan was brought to a stop, Bryce saying nothing as he stood behind him, waiting.
The man in the chair glanced to the side, just now seeing the two of them. “Oh! You’re so quiet, I had no idea you came in!” He stood up, which revealed that he was rather tall. At
least six foot, like Dan. “Is this the one I heard about over the phone?”
“Yes, sir,” Bryce said respectively.
“Well, let’s have a look then, shall we?” Lester strolled over, stopping short. His face turned from cheerful to stone in a matter of seconds. “What is this?” he asked, voice lethal. He placed one finger under Dan’s chin, raising his head up and inspecting his eye. “A black eye?”
“That’s how he was found, sir. None of your men touched him.”
“Then who did? I want names.”
“I don’t have them, sir,” Bryce said. “I wasn’t the one who grabbed him from the street. Wellington did.”
Lester growled lowly. “Get Wellington on the phone. Now. Leave this one with me. What’s his name?”
“Daniel Howell,” Bryce replied.
“Good. Dismissed.”
Bryce wasted no time leaving the room. Dan was now left alone with the infamous Lester, afraid of what might happen now that they were alone.
“Let’s remove these restraints, yeah?” Lester began working on his right arm, ready to untie the knot when he said, “You don’t plan on fighting back, do you?”
Dan shook his head, not uttering a word after Bryce’s warning.
“Good. That’s how it should be,” he said, the rope falling away from Dan’s wrist. Lester began working on the other one, struggling a little at getting the knot undone. “My name is Philip Lester, casuals call me Phil, professionals call me Lester. You, however, can call me . . . hmm. I don’t know yet. Don’t call me anything for the time being. I don’t want to hear your voice until I know what I want you to call me.”
Dan nodded once, another tear spilling from his eye. Fuck.
“Daniel? Why are you crying?” Phil--Lester--whatever asked.
Dan wanted to reply, but he didn’t. Bryce told him not to, not unless he was addressed by his name, which he was, but Phil told him not to speak until he figured out what he wanted Dan to call him.
“Daniel?”
Dan didn’t know what to do. His heart beat faster and his palms grew sweaty as he debated with himself on what to do.
“Oh, wait!” Phil said, facepalming. “I told you not to speak yet! Whoops.” He laughed. “Wow, you’re a good listener, that’s for certain. But I want to know why you’re crying. So, please, tell me.”
Dan’s breath hitched as he opened his mouth. “I--I’m scared,” he said weakly, preparing for Phil to get angry or hit him. But he never did.
“Don’t be scared,” Phil said, crouching down to be eye-level with Dan. He wiped a tear from Dan’s cheek, smiling softly at him. “I won’t send you anywhere scary, I promise. You’re too soft for the outside world. I can tell.”
Dan wanted to smile, be happy at Phil’s words, but he just couldn’t bring himself to feel that way. He was scared. Still, even though Phil told him not to be. “Then where will I go?” Dan whispered, hoping Phil wasn’t one to get mad for a submissive asking questions.
Phil pursed his lips, his eyes trailing off to the right. “Hmm. Well, what do you want to do?”
“What do you mean?” Dan asked, sniffling.
“I can send you to a few locations, depending on what you want. You can be sold to someone who wants you for housework, companionship, or sex. Keep in mind that companionship is like a pet. Someone will treat you like one and use you like one. Those are really the only three options I have for you, as the others are full.”
Dan swallowed. None of those sounded appealing, but if he had to choose, he would choose housework. But he was curious . . . “What do you do?”
“Hmm?” Phil said, and suddenly, Dan worried if he stepped over a line. “Daniel, what did you say?”
“W--what do you do?” he stuttered, waiting to be reprimanded.
Phil chuckled. “Eh, I don’t really buy anyone anymore. Everyone you saw on the way in is owned by someone else. I have a few people here or there who clean my house for me, but that’s about it.”
Dan wondered if he could be sold to Phil for housework. He wanted to ask, but he didn’t feel like it was his place.
“It does get lonely though,” Phil said suddenly. “I’m always working and never have anyone to talk to or be around. Not unless it’s one of the workers who need to ask me something. I suppose I could look on the market for a good companion or sex toy. Or both.”
Dan swallowed the lump in his throat. He wasn’t going to ask Phil to stay here. Not if he was suddenly looking for one of those.
Phil was about to say something else when the doors behind them flung open, and Bryce walked back inside, phone in hand.
“Well?” Phil prompted. “Who gave him the eye?”
“Someone named Steven Clarence.
Phil hissed. “Clarence? Again? When will I never have to hear that name again?” It was clear Phil was angry now, his red faced showed for it. His head snapped down at Dan. “What did he do to you?”
Nervous, but not wanting to ignore Phil’s question, he said, “Nothing, really. I was just near him when someone wouldn’t submit to his wants and he hit me.”
Phil glowered. “Find this Clarence fellow and bring him to me. I don’t care if he’s a dom. I will not have an innocent hurt.”
“Yes, sir,” Bryce said. “And what of Howell? Where have you decided for him to go?”
Dan’s pulse quickened as Phil stared at him, decided. “Hmm. I think I’m going to place him here. With me. He can be my new companion and . . . other things.”
Oh, God. He’s going to use me as a sex toy. Please, anything but that! Dan’s mind screamed. He would say it aloud, but alas, he was a submissive. It wasn’t allowed of him.
“Take him to the third floor and have Cassandra draw a bath and get him some pajamas. I’m sure he’s tired.”
And suddenly, Dan was. His eyes hurt and his head throbbed, and all he wanted was to lie down and rest.
Bryce grabbed the chair and began to wheel him out, when suddenly, Phil said, “Wait. Daniel, what do you want to be called?”
Dan took a moment to think about it, but ultimately, he just wanted to keep one part of himself from his past life. So he said, “Dan. Just call me Dan.”
“Alright then, Dan. I’ll see you first thing in the morning. That’s when the fun begins.”