Turning down the street and heading into the large ramshackle building in front of him, Phil couldn't help but feel apprehensive about going inside. He'd been so lonely lately after his roommates had moved out. Sure he had all of his followers online but it just wasn't the same as having someone there with him. Scrolling through tumblr, he had been seeing a lot of posts lately about a slave market that was held in one of the bad parts of London. Growing up in one of the nicer neighborhoods he had been surrounded by them- maids, servants, sexual slaves even. Children of the poor and homeless, ripped from their families as payment for long standing debts. He had never once considered owning one himself, but as he stood in front of the dilapidated building with a pocket full of cash he realized that he was going to be leaving the market with one. A slave couldn't leave him, a slave couldn't say no- a slave would always be there when he needed them to be, no matter how stupid the reason may be.
Taking a deep breath in, he walked through the front doors. It was cold inside and dimly lit. From where he was standing, he could see a big sign, haphazardly hung from the ceiling. "Slave Market: First time buyers pay half price! Free trials guaranteed!" There were booths set up everywhere he turned. "First Time Slaves! Train them to be what you want!" "Only One Previous Owner!". On and on it went as he walked farther inside. He could moaning and sobbing coming from behind a row of curtains to his left-those must be the free trials the sign was talking about. "Five or more Owners: No Reasonable Offer Refused!" Finally he came to a stop in front of the last booth in the market- the slaves held inside were a sad sight to behold. All skin and bone, they were covered in scars and bruises. Barely there clothing hanging off of their too small frames. There weren't many in this stall, perhaps ten total, but one caught his eye. He was a tall, very thin boy who couldn't have been more than twenty five. Dirty, badly cut brown hair framed his face; his large brown eyes downcast in fear as he walked up to the man in charge of the stand.
"Excuse me sir, might I ask about that boy right there with the brown hair? I'm interested in purchasing a slave today" Phil said.
The man looked over at him, boredom clearly evident in his features. "He's clean, no diseases. Rather stupid though which is why he's here. Name your price" he said lazily.
"Um...what would you say would be a good price? I've never done this before you see, so I don't know what's considered fair value," Phil responded as he awkwardly looked around.
"For him? As a first time buyer I'd say, eh I dunno, one hundred" the man responded holding out his hand expectantly. Counting out the money, Phil set it in the man's hand.
"Great now all you've gotta do is fill out the papers and he's all yours. I'll go make sure he's ready for ya", the man said before slapping a small pile of papers onto the table and walking back into the stall behind him. He came back out a few moments later, dragging his new slave roughly by a lead tied around his thin neck. Shoving him to the ground he heard the man say in a harsh tone "this here's your new master. Let's try to not fuck it up this time huh?".
Phil shakily handed the man the contract and quickly thanked him, before hurrying over the the boy huddled on the ground. As he approached he could see that he was crying, quiet sobs shaking his thin frame. As he stood over him, his new slave tried to curl into an impossibly small ball afraid of what his new master would do next. Standing awkwardly above him, Phil didn't know what to do next- he didn't think he would get this far.
"Ummm...come on mate get up, let's go. I don't really wanna be here longer than I have to be", Phil said. He winced when his new slave immediately jumped up from the ground at the sound of his voice. Holding gently onto the lead around his neck, Phil guided him back outside the building. Hailing a taxi, Phil looked at the boy curiously, "So uh, what's your name?". The boy didn't answer him, he just looked down at his feet, a muffled sob escaping him. Getting into the backseat of the cab, Phil gave the driver his address before turning his attention back to his new slave. "Can you...do you talk? Cuz this will be rather awkward if I'm just talking to myself" Phil said half jokingly. The boy must have been able to sense the slight frustration in his voice because he cowered further into his seat, a small whimper escaping his lips. "Y-yes. I-I'm sorry m-master. F-forgive your s-slave p-please", the boy stuttered out nervously; his eyes never once leaving the floor.
"Eh, it's alright. You'll have to forgive me I've never done this before. What's your name?" Phil repeated quizzically. "M-my n-name? I-I'm sorry m-master, I, I don't k-know", the boy said timidly. "You...you don't know what your name is?" Phil asked, dismay evident in his voice. "I-it's D-Dan master. But, but my o-other...my o-old masters c-called me so m-many different t-things that...t-that I didn't k-know how to a-answer m-master. I'm, I'm sorry m-master, p-please forgive m-me", he finished nervously, looking up at him for the first time as the car came to a stop outside of the flat.
"Well in that case, come along Dan. Let me show you around your new home", Phil said cheerily as he got out of the car. "My name is Phil by the way, feel free to call me it if you'd like" he said over his shoulder as he climbed up the front steps of the home and unlocked the door. Holding it open, he watched as Dan slowly and nervously walked inside. Closing the door behind him, Phil flipped on the lights and took his jacket off, throwing it over the back of the closest couch. Turning back around, he saw that Dan was down on his knees, looking around him nervously at his surroundings. Phil pretended like he wasn't watching him, but continued to sneak peaks every now and again. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and started going through the cupboards in search of food. Feeling eyes on his back, Phil quickly whirled around to look at his new slave. As Phil's blue eyes met the brown eyes of his new slave, the boy let out a small gasp surprised by the speed in which Phil turned around. Ashamed with himself for being caught looking at his master, Dan immediately lowered his eyes back to the ground.
"Dan? Is something wrong? Oh I'm sorry I've been so rude. Would you like anything to eat? I don't really have too much, but maybe we could order out for dinner?" Phil asked kindly. When he didn't receive an answer from the boy, Phil sighed softly. Tugging on his fringe, he thought about what to do next before eventually deciding on having him take a bath; he had so much dirt caked on him that it looked like he hadn't had one in years. "Dan? Would you like to take a bath? And perhaps I could give you a better haircut?" Phil offered.
Still not receiving an answer from the boy, Phil walked over and loomed over his trembling frame. Feeling the irritation bubbling up inside of him, Phil let a small growl escape from him.
Grabbing his slave by his straggly hair, Phil pulled his head back forcing him to look up. "Bloody hell, I'm trying to be nice here and you can't even be bothered to fucking answer me! I didn't buy a slave to have them ignore me when I speak! Now if you want me to continue to be kind to you I would highly recommend responding to me when I ask you a bloody question, do I make myself clear?" Phil growled out harshly.
He could see that Dan was afraid of him. His once soft cries became full blown sobs as he struggled to free himself from Phil's grip on his hair. He was babbling now, trying to choke out an apology; begging for forgiveness from his new master. As his fearful gaze met Phil's, he could feel his anger fading away. Letting go of his hair, Phil took a few steps back, watching his new slave as he curled into the fetal position on the floor. Powerful sobs escaped the boy, as he continued to beg for mercy; covering his head with his arms as if he expected to be beaten severely.
After a few moments, Phil cleared his throat gently as he waited for Dan to calm down. When it became apparent that he wasn't going to stop any time soon, Phil sighed and began to speak over him. "Now then, it's alright, you're ok, I'm not gunna hurt you. But I do want to lay down some rules. I will not hurt you the way that I imagine your previous masters did. I won't beat you unless given a reason to. While you live under my roof I will feed you and clothe you, and ensure that you have anything you need. You will have regular showers and doctors visits and I will not ask a lot of you. You WILL however answer me when I speak to you. You may call me Phil if you wish and I will call you Dan. Feel free to ask if you need anything from me, I won't get mad at a request. While I won't brutally rape you as you are probably used to, I do expect to have my sexual needs met quickly and happily. As long as you are good you may sleep in my bed and I will care for you properly. Am I understood?"
Seeing the boy nod his head slowly and fearfully, Phil felt himself smile slightly happy to receive a response. "Now how about that bath huh?" he offered again, while walking off towards the bathroom.