A/N: Another kink bingo fill. This one fills the square of "Character is a sex slave". I chose to go the sex trafficking route instead of the kinky BDSM route, so you have been warned.
Bucky hummed thoughtfully as he wound his way through the brightly-colored market stalls, stopping just long enough to trail a finger over a painted vase here, a sturdy oak table there. He wanted so badly to buy something, but he wasn't sure what he wanted
Steve was away on a military mission for the next month and Bucky always started feeling restless when his husband was away for so long. It made him feel like doing something reckless and impulsive. And buying some new decor for the mansion was hardly the worst thing Bucky had ever done in Steve's absence.
All too soon, Bucky found himself on the edge of the cheery craft stalls and nothing had really caught his eye. Bummer.
But then he eyed the row of darker tents making up the seedier portion of the market. In between the cursed items, magic potions and animals of dubious legality were rows of cages with humans crouched inside.
Bucky licked his lips. It had been so long since he and Steve had a pleasure slave. And Steve was probably going to be unhappy that Bucky had gone out and bought one without him. But Bucky didn't give a damn what Steve was going to say. They both had needs, but since Steve was the one who was gone all the time, Bucky's needs were clearly greater.
Once Bucky crossed over into the darker section of the market, everything was quiet. There were no children running around screaming, none of the merchants were shouting about their wares. The loudest sounds were probably the groans of the slaves.
He took his time walking past the line of cages, glancing into each one. Most of the slaves stared out at him with a mix of fear and hope written on their faces. A few shrank back as far as their cages allowed with a quick rattle of chains. Bucky dismissed those immediately. He needed an obedient slave, not a fearful one.
Halfway down the line of cages, a big, burly man stepped out of one of the tents.
"Obadiah Stane, at your service," the man said, putting an overly familiar arm around Bucky's shoulder. "See something you like?" He chuckled. "Of course you do."
Bucky set his jaw. He wanted nothing more than to punch the man right in the teeth, but he was all too aware that smarminess was a common trait in traffickers. He'd have to punch everyone in the market and he'd never get a slave that way.
"First time exploring the dark market?" Stane asked. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place."
"You don't seem to have much merchandise, Mr. Stane," Bucky said gruffly, easing his shoulder out of the man's grip. There were only three cages in front of Stane's tent.
"All the good ones are in the back," Stane assured him. "Let me show you around." He lifted the flap of his tent and gestured for Bucky to follow him inside.
Under the tent, there were several tightly-packed rows of cages.
"Ah," Bucky said approvingly.
"We've got everything you could ask for," Stane said with a wide sweep of his arms. "Narrow waists, wide hips, whatever size tits you want."
Bucky huffed. "I like my slaves without tits, thank you."
Stane's eyebrows rose. "I see. Well, that's not a problem. We've got plenty of good looking boys, too. Follow me."
Despite Stane's words, Bucky didn't find very many good looking slaves. Most of the men were far too muscular. Bucky wasn't looking to replace Steve, thank you very much. And he didn't like the dead-eyed, resigned looks on their faces. That was almost worse than fear.
The only man that looked remotely promising was a young thing with wide doe-brown eyes. His facial hair was a little scruffy, but Bucky was sure once his beard was neatly-trimmed, he'd be quite attractive. Even beneath the mess of hair, Bucky could tell he had a pretty mouth.
"Let me see that one," Bucky said.
Stane opened the cage and clipped a leash onto the slave's collar. "He's not going to give you any trouble. I've raised him from childhood. He's taught to be obedient, docile, respectful. No lip, no sass. Just a good, strong body beneath you. Exactly how a slave should be."
Bucky watched hungrily as Stane led the slave in a slow circle, showing off his lithe form. It was just a shame that beautiful back was marred with so many whip marks. Perhaps he wasn't as meek and docile as Stane let on. But that was okay. Bucky liked breaking in slaves himself.
"Have a look for yourself," Stane said, tossing the leash over to Bucky. "He's a gorgeous specimen, if I do say so myself."
Bucky pulled the young man forward and ran an appraising hand over his chest. There was good, strong muscle under that lean body. Perfect, dusky nipples. Nice, tanned skin. As Bucky let his hands slip down under the tiny blue briefs, the slave shuddered and jerked away from his touch.
Bucky's eyes flicked over to Stane. "Wasn't going to give me any trouble, you said."
"Boy," Stane growled. He yanked hard on the leash and the slave stumbled forward against Bucky's chest. "You know better than that."
"Yes, Master," the slave said. He ducked his head.
Bucky licked his lips. The slave's voice was nice and smooth. It would probably sound even better husky with pleasure. He put a hand under the boy's chin, tilting his head side to side so he could get a good look at him from every angle. "What's your name?"
The slave averted his eyes.
Bucky tightened his grip on the boy's jaw. "I asked you your name, boy."
The boy winced. "I, Master, uh, Master said I don't have a name anymore. Slaves don't need names."
"Ridiculous," Bucky said. "I need a name to call out in bed."
The boy stared at him, wide-eyed. Another obvious tell that he wasn't trained.
"Well?" Bucky prompted.
"Tony," the boy said. "Tony Stark."
"You'd take our last name, of course," Bucky said. "If I was to buy you." He tipped Tony's head back so he could admire the line of his throat as he swallowed. Bucky could only imagine how beautiful he'd look sucking cock. "And you'd need a new collar. Red, perhaps." The thin metal collar was really doing nothing for Tony's appearance.
"Yes, I think he'll do," Bucky said.
"Excellent," Stane said. "I'm sure we can work out-"
"Because I'm feeling generous, twelve credits."
"Twelve credits," Stane protested. "That's ridiculous. Do you have any idea how much this boy is worth?"
"Master paid 15 credits when he bought me," Tony blurted out, then clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with horror.
"Did he now?" Bucky said with a smirk. "Then your master must be a very poor businessman." He laced his hands behind his head. "The price stands, Stane. And since you haven't sold him yet in all this time, I doubt you'll find a better offer."
Stane gritted his teeth, but he reached for the credit converter.
Bucky looped the leash around his arm. "Come along, Tony. We're going home."
Tony followed close behind him. At least Stane had taught him one thing right.
But when Bucky was done with him, he'd be a perfect slave. Steve tended to be squeamish and hated seeing slaves cry and whimper while Bucky was breaking them in. But he had a good few weeks until Steve came back. Bucky was sure it would only take a week or so to properly train the boy. He was still young, nineteen at most. And the young ones were easily trained through judicious use of pleasure. By the time Steve came back from his mission, Bucky had no doubt Tony would eagerly fall to his knees to please both of them.
Tony might just be the best impulse buy Bucky had ever made.
