Summary : Hot sex scenes, Behavioral issues, BDSM, Yaoi, Seme/Uke situations. A tale of Master and slave. Yuki is sold into slavery by his family, but none have been able to tame him. None have been able to curb his tongue or even his attitude no matter how many beatings his body was made to endure. That is until he is bought by his new master.
Disclaimer : Alright this story is made by me, produced by me... you can call it whatever you want to call it but I claim this story. It is mine!
Chapter 1: Explaining How I Got Here

In a world where slavery is legal if you find a person who doesn't have papers a boy sits in a warehouse about to be sold on planet Jalex.

I don't know how many months I've been here. It's dark right now. I'm In a room I think. My body is covered in lacerations and bruised. I was taken, kidnapped, and in my own home at that.

I was sitting on the couch in my living room just watching T.V. when it happened. Mom and Dad had just left the day before for a second honey moon or something like that, all of my friends were wither busy with girlfriends or gone at the 'A Day To Remember' concert, so I was stuck at home to do nothing, since I completely spaced asking my parents for money so that I could go.
"GAh!" I groaned as I went to stand up and lightheartedness washed over me. I tripped over the coffee table and landed on my face. "Mother Fucker!" I sat up holding my bleeding nose in my hand and walked to the bathroom for toilet paper, and then I felt it. It was like someone was watching me and I saw someone run past the large window in the living room. I ran forward to the bathroom and quickly grabbed toilet paper, and after shoving it up my nose I rushed outside.

"Hey! I saw you! Why are you in my yard!" We had a tall wood fence circling our house so they came in here for a reason. "HELLO I KNOW I SAW YO-" I was knocked forward and onto my knees when someone slammed something over the back of my head. The toilet paper fell out of my nose and fresh blood poured out of my nose and the new cut on the back of my head. I groaned as the world spun and I fell on my face for the second time that night.

"What the Fuck!" I said trying to get up but finding a foot planted firmly in between my shoulder blades.

"Package found and obtained." I heard the man above me say and I turned my head to look up at a masked man talking into a cell phone. He looked almost like a ninja from a movie. He had rope hanging from his belt and two handcuffs as well.

"Get off!" I struggled under him but he must have weighed three times as much as me. I was only 11! "Ouch. Let me go!" I muttered when He clasped something hard and cold around my wrists. The hand cuffs? Next he pulled something out of his pocket and shoved it in mouth and tying it around my head. I was struggling the whole time. What does he want? Oh god I wish mom and dad were here. I glared up at the man when he flipped me over onto my back and then picked my up and threw me over his shoulder. I was kicking and screaming although it couldn't be heard, but he held me a certain way so that I couldn't hurt him.

He carried me out the gate, pausing to make sure no one was around and then moved to the van that pulled up right as we left out the gate. The side door opened and he threw me in and jumped in behind me. Someone caught me and I struggled more wildly trying to get free.

"Haha! another one! how much to you think we'll get for picking him up? Oh and why do you think his parents sold him? The house looks nice so they don't need the money." A frown appeared on the face of the man who had picked me up. He had taken off his mask but my vision was to blurry to see him. My head hurt. I groaned and tried to struggle away but I was to weak. Fear shot through my body upon hearing that my parents had sold me. Why did they do that? Don't they love me? Yes they have to love me... these people just want me to give up hope!

"Stop talking about it! The kids can still hear you know!" The man who was holding me yelled at the man who had taken me and smacked him upside the head, and that's around the time where I passed out.

Now I sat in the warehouse in a kennel lined up with thousands of other slaves. I was usually sold out over the night to a master who either wanted me for himself or to be shared at a party. But tonight was my lucky night. I could rest easy and pretend I was back at my house with mom and dad.
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I was woken up by the sound of the large metal door to the warehouse grating against the concrete flooring. I tensed up along with all of the other slaves, and shrunk farther back into the dog like crate.

"yes sir we have a large quality of slaves just in this room if you would like to take a look." The Slav handler spoke, his voice ringing out and reaching all of the slaves, and filling them with fear. Footsteps reached my ears along with the sound of cages being opened. I watched as the slaves who were picked lined up in a straight line and kneeled submissively on the floor. The man was getting closer to me and still picking out slaves. They were seemingly random. Some had blond hair some had black, some where tall some where short. He passed my cage then and I let out a shaky sigh of gratefulness. This caused the man to stop much to my mortification and kneel in front of my cage. I let out and audible growl and lashed my foot out at the cage door, causing him to jump sightly.

"actually... I think this one I'll take. You may put the rest back up." The other man nodded and proceeded to put the other ones back before coming to open my cage and let me out. I lunged forward, attempting to run away from the two opposing men but my new 'Master', caught me around my waist and pulled me to him.

"Let me go you bastard! Hey didn't you hear me! Let me go fucker!" I cried out and struggled to get away as he signed a paper saying that I was his and handed the other man money. If only my hands were free I would have killed him right then and there.

"Wold you like us to sedate him sir?" I looked up to see the man nod his head and then I screamed as the slave handler came at me with a needle. I was turned around so that my face was planted in my new 'Masters' coat, and when I felt the needle prick my skin I bit down hard to keep from screaming a second time.

Within seconds I was drossy and disoriented.
"I... I can't think! Why don't these people just let me go home..eeh." I hadn't realized that I was talking out loud but both men seemed to ignore me, and my new 'Master' was listening to the details about me while I was sleeping in his arms.

How many masters I have had, how many times I've been lent out, everything down to how my parents had sold me and that I had been here for four years now, plus the fact that no ones seems to be able to tame me.