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Chapter one: Auctioned

Blaine knelt on a cold concrete slab where he was made to wait. They had a chain wrapped around his sub house collar, as usual. It was to assure no mishaps like him trying to run, but also to remind him that he had no where else to go except for where they wanted him. He had learned to keep his head bowed and to stay as still as possible, that way the guards would mostly leave him alone. Kneeling there, he could make out the the low rumble of the crowd and the booming voice of the auctioneer. Blaine was the only Sub in the room, which he had sadly become accustomed to, as of late. He was not included with his group that he had first checked into the Sub house with. He wasn't sure if he had continued to be isolated today because he remained Head Master's favorite, or because it was part of his continued punishment that he had already been serving. It was hard on Blaine to be separated from the other Subs, especially from those he considered his friends. He hadn't seen them for over a month now, not since the incident. He's had many quiet hours of nothing to do but think. After the incident he was, of course, brought directly to the Head Master, it had been protocol for the guards to do if '5222' had to be dealt with. When his punishment first began Master told him he was fortunate that his auction was coming up soon; otherwise he would've been whipped over 20 times. But, Head Master hadn't wanted scabs and ugly whip marks detected on him at auction. That was probably due to the fact that Head Master wanted to purchase 5222 for his own, and would want to show him off in pristine condition. Instead of being whipped, Blaine had been put in solitary. Solitary confinement for a month had been worse than any whipping or beating would of been for Blaine. Blaine was a people person, he got his energy from being around others. He was like that even before coming to the training center. Even with the little time they had to spend together just visiting, Blaine needed the companionship of the other Sub's. They had been housed in the training center with him since day one. Blaine was the type of guy who needed to feel needed by the people he cared for.

The Sub house had changed him from the easy-go-lucky-type fellow he once was, to the more subdued guy he was today. He couldn't think of himself as Blaine anymore, he was now just a number - #5222. Having had the contact of others taken from him, for over the last month, had broken him even further, which had met the ultimate goal of the training house. Each and every sub that entered training would ultimately be auctioned off a year to date later. To Blaine, it felt more like half his lifetime had been spent behind those walls. In contrast, a part of him sill couldn't believe that this day had come. He'd finished his year and now he was going to be sold. He was expected to do all that a good trained Sub should do. Blaine suffered from fear of failure, he feared he'd be a constant disappointment to his Master and he didn't feel he was 100% ready to be the perfect Sub that he wanted to be. Blaine's desire to please others had been with him far before training at the Sub house. It was something innately a part him. To serve was a part of who Blaine was. It wasn't anything he'd ever considered being ashamed of before he was labeled a Submissive by the sub house. There he had learned Subs were considered nothing more than sole property of their Dom's. Blaine had always been just fine with the subservient part of his personality. He had thought it made him a better person to want to help others. He was inherently perceptive of other people's needs. When he thought back, He hadn't been absolutely certain he'd been labeled a Submissive on his 16th birthday, but he suspected he'd probably been. When they'd had him return for the second time, just a month later, there'd been no further doubt that he had been given the label of Submissive. Then the removal from his parents home came and his training had begun.

As Blaine knelt there, awaiting his impending fate, he now knew how awful being a Sub to a Master, that turned out to be unkind or brutal, would be. He was now aware he'd loose his name and identity in society and any personal dreams he may of had previously were over. There wouldn't be any room for piano sized ambitions. He would be deemed only good for whatever his master wanted him for. He would no longer have any kind of say. Before the training, Blaine had not paid much attention to Subs that were owned and accompanied by their Masters. When friends, that either he or his parents had known, had brought their Sub's around, they were hardly even there. They tended to stay in the background of any gathering Blaine had attended as a child. They were set back and apart, as noticeable as the wallpaper. They would served when called upon, then fall back, very stealthily, into the background. Call Blaine naïve, but he didn't really KNOW then how much of the person themselves had been striped of the trained Submissive.

The Sub house made sure of that stripping, and thoroughly so. In Blaine's case, his subservient nature had been exploited almost immediately upon Blane's arrival. Head Master had quickly decided he'd wanted him for his own because newly named, '5222's' instincts to please had been so prevalent, so palpable. All the Training Doms at the Sub house had felt it from him within mere seconds after meeting Blaine. It had continued to be confirmed through out his training; it had not gone unnoticed how a little praise went a long way with Blaine. He had noticed it within himself how much stronger his desire to please the Doms was in comparison to the other trainees in his group. Blaine learned then he was different and he would blush over his overt willingness to do what was ordered of him.

Through out the training, that past year, Blaine had begun to think of Hunter as his personal Master, not just as the Head Master. He desired to make his Master happy, no matter what his Master's request was. The incident hadn't changed that. Though, Hunter felt Blaine needed more one-on-one training during the month or so after. Blaine had been told, during solitary confinement, to expect him and that he would come to him, whenever he wanted to, and when he did, Blaine had been expected to continue to prove to Hunter that he good enough to become his. Hunter threatened he'd only purchase Blaine at auction if Blaine proved to him what a good Sub he had first thought Blaine capable of being. Blaine had been so frightened that Hunter would decide against purchasing him, if he failed. Blaine found comfort in knowing what Hunter expected of him, and Hunter knew it. Hunter had plenty of experience handling a Sub. Blaine recalled one of his first punishments at the Sub house that landed him at the Head Master's home, to learn what was expected of a good Sub. That was when Blaine first began thinking of himself as belonging to Hunter. After that, Blaine couldn't seem to identify himself as anything but Head Master's Sub. His slave. His property. Blaine couldn't (and wouldn't) imagine any other collar, he'd eventually wear, but the one belonging to Master Hunter. He'd focus on that, if he was good enough he'd get to wear Master's collar.

A collar was a very important thing. After the initial year of purchasing a sub, It became unlawful to not have it recollared in a collar of the Master choosing. It was to be worn publicly, but most Subs were kept collared all the time, even while in their Master's home. The collar was meant to be a comforting thing for a Sub, and a constant reminder of ownership to the Master. Blaine did everything Head Master asked of him, not that he'd had a choice, but the thing with Blaine was that he wanted to. He wanted to because it was something that gave him a purpose.

Then, Blaine heard his number. "Prepare 5222. It's up next", The order was barked out to a guard a couple feet away from Blaine. The guard fiddled with the end of Blaine's chain, that was attached to the taser gun, that was holstered to his side. All the guards wore these, and all the guards were Dom's of some sort or another. That guard knew Blaine wouldn't give him any trouble, though. Blaine wasn't one to do anything to disappoint any one of the Dom's there. His need to please was so tangible it radiated off from him. Blaine kept his head down as the guard approached. He stopped and stood directly in front of Blaine where he unlocked and dropped the end of the chain, he'd been lacing through his fingers, for the last ten minutes. It landed, with a heavy rattle, at their side. Blaine was well aware why those chains were added to the end of every guards taser. Blaine just stared at it, laying there, for a moment.

"Getting 5222 on his feet and ready to walk, untethered." The guard hollered back to another guard that was placed near a set of large doors. Blaine didn't move a muscle. He was so still one could think he not breathing at all. The Dom stepped closer to Blaine. He was so close that his manhood brushed the top of Blaine's bowed head.

"Mmm, Hunter is one lucky Dom to be getting you. I'm almost sorry to see you go. Watching that naked ass of yours crawling around and kneeling in front of me is something I'm definitely going to miss. Maybe when he grows tired of you - he'll tire of you, eventually, you know - then I'll be first in line for you slut. Would you like that, slut? Hmm?"

Blaine knelt, with out flinching, with the guard's hard on rubbing on top of his head of curls.

"Answer." The Dom commanded and Blaine did.

"If it pleases Master, for you to use me, then I will do my best to serve you, Sir." The guard hummed his approval and pressed himself on Blaine, one last time, before stepping back and commanding Blaine to stand. Blaine complied to the order and stood. He kept his head bowed, looking down at the Dom's shoes and at his own bare feet. Blaine had perfectly manicured toenails on his feet and fingernails on his hands. He smelled of the lavender body scrub that'd been used to scrub him clean. His hair had been scrubbed and conditioned, plus a curl activator added, to his long curls. After his curls had dried they'd bounced back, landing perfectly at his shoulders. The experience had been a welcomed change from the generic soaps and cold showers he had become accustomed to over the last year.

Blaine wore his hair grown out quite a bit longer than any other Sub, because Hunter liked his curls. Blaine had had an extra scrubbing done by the Head Master himself. Blaine recalled the encounter with mixed embarrassment and anticipation for more. He'd wanted to be good for his Master and behave himself through whole process, but he couldn't help his natural response to the stimulation of the sponge rubbing over him. When it was rubbed over him, his cock had filled and stood tall. First, with the sponge then again when Hunter fondled of his balls. He knew his Master would've preferred he'd stayed unaffected. The process had not been an invitation to sex play, it had been a cleaning - a very thorough cleaning! Hunter had chuckled though and called him "pet", his name for Blaine when he was amused or pleased with him, to Blaine's great relief.

"Pet, I know how needy you are for me, and I'd love to take you, right here and now, but we'll have all the opportunity for that after you're mine. And more opportunities for me to teach you how to control THIS". He had grabbed a firm grip around his erection. Blaine had let a very small moan escape his lips before he'd regretted it.

"What do you say for yourself, Pet? I expect you to answer honestly. You may raise your head and look at me." Hunter told him.

Blaine looked up at Hunter. "I'm sorry for getting hard with out your permission, Master." Hunter nodded his head and looked at Blaine in a way that Blaine had learned meant he expected him to go on. "I look forward to you teaching me how to control myself and I expect a punishment, to help me be a better, Master."

Hunter tugged on his hard length before releasing him. He smirked and said "That's right Pet, after this nonsense of buying you is done, we'll see what kind of punishment will be fitting. Maybe the cock cage for a couple of weeks to remind you that that belongs to me!." He flicked Blaine's cock as hard as he could, several times, right on his mushroom tip. Blaine's pain shot through him and it travelled all the way down to his toes. But, it did very little to diminish his strain. Blaine had learned to associate pain and arousal they had often come hand and hand. Blaine tried to think of horribly unsexy things to will his cock to behave. Blaine's obvious arousal was not pleasing his Master, so a very determined Blaine eventually succeeded in willing himself to soften. After a couple of minutes, even with the additional scrubbing of his ass, Blaine had controlled his cock.

"Such a good Slut." Hunter praised.

Blaine breathed out in relief, though he was still aware he'd be punished later for his arousal with out his Master's permission.

Blaine quickly responded to the guard's next order to move ahead towards the large doors. They happened to be completely new to him, he was sure he'd seen almost all of the Sub trainIng house over the last year, much more than any other Sub because of Blaine's time spent serving Head Master as his "favorite". Blaine didn't only assume, he knew, intuitively, that there was much more to the Subhouse then even he had seen. He was ushered ahead and through the double doors to a relatively large area. It was empty and lead to an opening, currently covered by large heavy curtains, that were tall in length and hung far above Blaine's head. Here, appeared similar to an off stage area, we're performers might wait for their cue to enter the stage. Blaine had only a few seconds to take in his surroundings before bowing his head again, staring at his bare feet on the floor.

The guard unclamped Blaine's wrist, but he left his cuffs on. Blaine was glad. He would've felt even more naked with out his leather submission cuffs. They were the only things he'd worn, for any length of time, since being housed there. He'd worn them when the many times he'd been show to potential buyers. Buyers who had to wait to bid on him. He'd been shown naked and always in a submissive state, with the awareness that, one day, any one of the interested Doms could return to purchase him at that very auction. Every training Dom there knew Hunter had been saving up for Blaine and assumed Hunter would be taking 5222 to be his that day. Blaine had been led to believe so too. Special care had been taken to train him specifically for Hunter- mostly by Hunter. As for Blaine, Most of the protocol had still been adhered to, including the rule that Sub's were to only be fucked once, upon entering their training, and that fucking was done by Hunter. The Head Master did it, unless it was ordered out from him, and the job given to another top Dom. Blaine had been devirginized almost immediately after entering the Subhouse. Hunter, so far, had him only that once. There were, of course, other sexual experiences and classes. There'd been many classes, but Blaine had only been penetrated that once, in all of Blaine's 17 years of life. Now, the only thing separating him from the rest of his life as a sex slave was a thick red velvet curtain. Blaine took a deep breath in and then slowly exhaled out, trying to calm himself. He reminded himself it could be worse;after all, he could be going to auction where Hunter wouldn't be bidding on him - where he'd have the possibility of ending up, who knows where, with who knows who. Blaine rested assured that Master would outbid anyone else there today, because Master wanted him, and because Master already saw Blaine as his.

Over the load speaker, the announcer called out, in an overly excited way "And now, for your viewing pleasure, Mistresses, Sirs and Doms, please consider Submissive 5222...".

Blaine had been given the run down, and had been told to go to the center stage and twirl around slowly, two times, then stand there until he was told to kneel. He was given a nudge when it was time for him to walk the stage. When Blaine reached his center mark, he stopped and twirled once slowly. He couldn't help but notice all the people there eyeing him. He gulped, but reminded himself that this was part of being a Sub and that he shouldn't allow himself to think about anything other than doing what he was told, and to do it to the best of his ability. And to make his Master proud. He regained more composer after the internal pep talk he gave himself and twirled a second time with more purpose. He showed off his best attributes, knowing Hunter was watching. He almost fell to his knees right after he twirled, but caught himself, remembering he needed to wait to be told to kneel. It was strange feeling, just standing there. He wasn't really doing anything, and all in front of so many onlookers. He couldn't understand how this could be, at all, entertaining to an audience. But, he stood without further questioning, pushing any of his own thoughts or concerns aside. It wasn't a Sub's job to question, or be concerned over what his presence on stage meant to the audience. His only job was to do what he was told.

So, Blaine stood there and tried to find his safe place. His safe place, was his own private place, where he heard only what he had to hear, and blocked every other sound, feeling, or concern out. It's was a nice, warm place, even in the mist of the chaos that surrounded him. He trusted his Master knew best, he'd search comfort in not having to worry at all. Worrying for himself was useless and a waist of energy. Blaine was almost completely deep in his safe place when the auctioneer commanded him to kneel. Blaine heeded the command, blocking out all other sounds. Blaine focused on kneeling gracefully. He took care to place himself directly over the small star marking the center of the stage. Blaine then allowed himself to float away into his safe place again. His eyes are open but down cast. Some time later he was shaken from his meditative state by his Masters yelling. "...5222". What could all the commotion be about that he was hearing for the first time? He wondered. He searched the crowd for Master as he heard him cry out "One million eight hundred thousand dollars!", the crowd gasped, there was more commotion, then the auctioneer's voice-

"Going once, going twice.."

"Two million two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" a third voice rung out high and clear as a bell. More gasping ensued and was accompanied by a lot more commotion, then the auctioneer's voice again -

"Going once, going twice...SOLD!!

Blaine waited where he knelt, painfully and fully aware of what just occurred. He'd been completely pulled from his safe place, leaving him with questions and concerns. The largest question looming was- Who is that person with the crystal clear voice?