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Author Topic: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]  (Read 569 times)

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The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« on: December 26, 2019, 06:21:17 PM »
THE DOMINANT SLAVE [DOM M WANTED]


When YC, a violent champion gladiator who's lost his fight, is spared in the last second, he doesn't truly see it as a way out. Nobles buying gladiators out from under their opponents' blades when the crowd chooses death is a time-honored tradition, but in YC's opinion, all this means is now, he has nothing left to lose.

And then he meets his master.

This slight teenage boy, with his bright smile and his innocent mien, his insistence that there's good not only in the universe but in YC, leads YC to take liberties. He was suicidal - he wanted to die a noble death. But getting to take one thing from the masters who enslaved him and killed his family? That would be a death worth remembering. And this stupid, beautiful little thing didn't even lock the door to the room he's kept in, let alone the one to his own bedroom.

What YC meant to be one night, one rape, owning one fucking thing in this miserable world, and bloody execution in the morning shifts, however. Karim - his boy master - is determined to rehabilitate the angry, miserable, traumatized slave. He agrees to let the slave rape him, as long as it's him and no one else, since if he ever told anyone what the man was doing, it would be an instant, torturous death - and YC has no intention of stopping.

A fight for a man's soul or the destruction of a boy's innocence. Which will prevail?



He was coming today, and Karim was as excited as he was worried. He'd spent the entire afternoon awaiting his arrival cooking, his kitchen staff sitting back and watching him make dinners for the whole mansion with barely any help from anyone.

Karim's mansion was an unusual one, in the City. Its basement was a larder, not a catacomb for slaves. He didn't own any pleasure or fighting slaves personally, and had no real accommodations for them, honestly. At the strong encouragement of the procurer, concerned both for the young master's safety and what would be done to him if a slave he sold wrung the sweet boy's neck, he'd invested in a fine lock for the room he intended to be the gladiator's.

He didn't think he'd have to use it, though. There was no escape from the City—not for a slave. Surely the man knew that.

Oh, he did own slaves, of course. Hard not to, in the City. They were servants, all of them. None had ever been whipped or abused, nor shared Karim's bed, not even the pretty redhead Rose who had gone out of her way to let her master know she was interested and willing.

The fact that he could order her to do anything and she faced punishment if she disobeyed robbed him of any desire. He was saving himself for the right person, anyway.

All his slaves had guaranteed days off, and small stipends. A few had already bought their freedom. They'd stayed on, though, simply paid real wages instead. His slaves were well-fed and finely clothed. They wore no collars or chains.

He enjoyed it. Most houses the slaves dropped to a kowtow when you walked in. Nobody looked in your eyes, and you were lucky to get anything more than a, "Yes, milord." "Of course, milord." Or for a change, "I'll see, milord."

The laundrywomen and the kitchen staff talked to him and teased him in ways his sister, when visiting, thought most unbecoming.

"You're feeding them too much," she said. Sometimes, "You should whip them more. Slaves bite the hand that feeds them."

Karim just reminded her of the scars on his hand from that baby griffin he'd recovered from a merchant using him for his feathers. He'd nursed the fledgeling back to health until he could find its parents.

He'd found them, but the little terror had left lasting marks of its beak and claws on his hands for the privilege.

He was considered eccentric for his views—a bleeding heart. His parents tried to tell others that it was only because he was young—sixteen was an infant to immortals. But for all his sister and parents' wealth and prestige, he had nothing really expected of him, his wealth and status uniquely granted only by his family, and nothing of his own merits—he had the unlucky gift to have a rare but ultimately useless shifted form: a fennec fox. Not much good for anything but hugging, really. His sister was a hyena shifter, as was his mother. His father was a king cobra, massive in size, with deadly venom from his fangs.

In a city of gods and monsters, Karim was most stringently disadvantaged.

But Karim's newest slave and latest reclamation project was coming today.

Karim had seen him in his matches. He was breathtaking.

He also should have died last Thursday, and would have, if Karim hadn't stepped in and protected him, bought him up from under the executioner's axe.

Karim had laden a full dining table with the finest food and softest bread, trying to spend time until the man was delivered. He'd had so much time he'd finished the suckling pig and stuffed goose and built a castle out of marzipan.

"My lord," Abdul the doorman said, poking his head into the kitchens with a worried look on his heavy features, "he's here."

Karim practically skipped out to the front door. He waited impatiently for his footman to trot up behind him and open it, his mother's repeated screams throughout his childhood, You are a master of the Magdi house and will not preempt the footman like a common servant ringing in his ears.

He walked out, a smile on his handsome face. "Welcome!" he called. "I hope you're hungry."
« Last Edit: March 04, 2020, 07:47:52 PM by Sekah »

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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2020, 04:51:07 PM »
BUMP! STILL LOOKING!

Online SekahTopic starter

  • A review on a fic I wrote called me the “Queen of Dark, Gruesome Non-con.” I think that fits. Bi as hell. Enjoys nice butts. All butts welcome.
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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #2 on: March 02, 2020, 01:29:55 PM »
Bump! Still looking!

Online SekahTopic starter

  • A review on a fic I wrote called me the “Queen of Dark, Gruesome Non-con.” I think that fits. Bi as hell. Enjoys nice butts. All butts welcome.
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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #3 on: April 03, 2020, 03:39:16 PM »
Bump! Still desiring!

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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #4 on: April 05, 2020, 05:55:39 PM »
I'd love to RP this with you if you're still looking?

Online SekahTopic starter

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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #5 on: May 16, 2020, 07:21:02 PM »
Bump! Still looking.

Online SekahTopic starter

  • A review on a fic I wrote called me the “Queen of Dark, Gruesome Non-con.” I think that fits. Bi as hell. Enjoys nice butts. All butts welcome.
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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #6 on: June 14, 2020, 12:56:50 PM »
bump

Online SekahTopic starter

  • A review on a fic I wrote called me the “Queen of Dark, Gruesome Non-con.” I think that fits. Bi as hell. Enjoys nice butts. All butts welcome.
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Re: The Dominant Slave [HIGH FANTASY, SLAVERY, GLADIATOR] [M/M]
« Reply #7 on: July 20, 2020, 02:04:31 PM »
Bump.