Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Life of a Slave ❯ Sold!!! ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Punk_Style 
Sora is a young boy with a dream, yet, he doubts he will ever be able to accomplish that dream if his life keeps the course it's going. Yet, when he is auctioned off to a certain silver haired beauty, will his life suddenly turn around? Maybe, though maybe not.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.26.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 907 | Status: Work In Progress
Sora is a young boy with a dream, yet, he doubts he will ever be able to accomplish that dream if his life keeps the course it's going. Yet, when he is auctioned off to a certain silver haired beauty, will his life suddenly turn around? Maybe, though maybe not.
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.26.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 907 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Kingdom Hearts! Now, this story isn't the normal setting of Kingdom Hearts. It's set back in time when aristocrats were dominant and slaves were sold to the highest bidder.
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A figure was curled up on the cement floor, tattered clothes covered his
lithe frame and no shoes were worn. The youth was waiting; always waiting.
He always felt like a tool for people's use, and when worn out, was to be
punished and thrown away. He had had many Masters before, they all abused
him, tortured him, ridiculed him in public, and humiliated him. When they
were finished with him, they would sell him back to the place they bought
him from. He was sick of it all. He had wanted his own life, but when his
Mother and Father died, he was forced into slavery by the owner of the
establishment.
A sigh escaped the young 16 year old boy's lips as he opened his bright,
baby blue eyes and scanned around him. He sat up, brushing his brown
bangs from his eyes. None of his previous owners had cared about what he
looked or smelled like; therefore he couldn't groom himself properly. He
hadn't had a haircut in so long, that his hair flowed down his back, and
currently had clumps of dirt in it.
But, despite the boy's body, his face was one of pure beauty, His bright,
blue eyes making his complexion mysterious, yet sensual. Even through the
dirt, his face remained pure.
Sora was the boy's name and he had recently overheard that he would be
sold once more. He didn't care though; maybe this one will beat him to the
point of extinction.
How long had he been here again? Eleven......twelve years?.......He didn't
know, but he /did/ know that he longed to get out of this shit-hole.
Now, Sora was a bit rebellious when it suited him. He wouldn't do
/everything/ he was told, and would sometimes be punished for that, which
was what all the scars and bruises were from. He would talk back to the
owner and guards in the establishment, and they would sometimes get
infuriated with his cocky attitude.
They always thought he would never sell because of his attitude towards
customers, and were close to just selling him to another establishment.
Though, they did want the money from the boy's sell, which was a lot, seeing
as he was so much trouble.
The teen lifted his head and sat up as best he could; letting a sigh pass
through his pale lips. He hated it here!
His ears perked up slightly as he heard the guards talking again. He liked
listening to the guards talk, it gave him good gossip! He rose an eyebrow at
what he heard though. They were talking about some guy. They don't know his
name and they don't know what he looks like, but they're stating him as a
serial killer. Two bodies found in a backyard after a woman had woken up to
hearing gunshots.
This certainly did perk his interest! He moved so that he could hear well.
They don't know where he is now, but they are looking for a guy that looks
suspicious? Wait? How do you know if someone looks suspicious or not? Do
they look at you wrong or something?
Spff.....stupid guards.
Sora went back over and gave a sigh as he sat on the small stool that he
had taken from the cell next to him as the guy that used to be there had a
bad back. Like Sora cared!
He hated being here though. It smelled horribly, and all the guards were
fat, ugly, and stupid! This place, preferably known as an Institute for bad
or homeless teens, was actually just a hide-a-way name so the cops wouldn't
get suspicious of them!
Shit....!
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lithe frame and no shoes were worn. The youth was waiting; always waiting.
He always felt like a tool for people's use, and when worn out, was to be
punished and thrown away. He had had many Masters before, they all abused
him, tortured him, ridiculed him in public, and humiliated him. When they
were finished with him, they would sell him back to the place they bought
him from. He was sick of it all. He had wanted his own life, but when his
Mother and Father died, he was forced into slavery by the owner of the
establishment.
A sigh escaped the young 16 year old boy's lips as he opened his bright,
baby blue eyes and scanned around him. He sat up, brushing his brown
bangs from his eyes. None of his previous owners had cared about what he
looked or smelled like; therefore he couldn't groom himself properly. He
hadn't had a haircut in so long, that his hair flowed down his back, and
currently had clumps of dirt in it.
But, despite the boy's body, his face was one of pure beauty, His bright,
blue eyes making his complexion mysterious, yet sensual. Even through the
dirt, his face remained pure.
Sora was the boy's name and he had recently overheard that he would be
sold once more. He didn't care though; maybe this one will beat him to the
point of extinction.
How long had he been here again? Eleven......twelve years?.......He didn't
know, but he /did/ know that he longed to get out of this shit-hole.
Now, Sora was a bit rebellious when it suited him. He wouldn't do
/everything/ he was told, and would sometimes be punished for that, which
was what all the scars and bruises were from. He would talk back to the
owner and guards in the establishment, and they would sometimes get
infuriated with his cocky attitude.
They always thought he would never sell because of his attitude towards
customers, and were close to just selling him to another establishment.
Though, they did want the money from the boy's sell, which was a lot, seeing
as he was so much trouble.
The teen lifted his head and sat up as best he could; letting a sigh pass
through his pale lips. He hated it here!
His ears perked up slightly as he heard the guards talking again. He liked
listening to the guards talk, it gave him good gossip! He rose an eyebrow at
what he heard though. They were talking about some guy. They don't know his
name and they don't know what he looks like, but they're stating him as a
serial killer. Two bodies found in a backyard after a woman had woken up to
hearing gunshots.
This certainly did perk his interest! He moved so that he could hear well.
They don't know where he is now, but they are looking for a guy that looks
suspicious? Wait? How do you know if someone looks suspicious or not? Do
they look at you wrong or something?
Spff.....stupid guards.
Sora went back over and gave a sigh as he sat on the small stool that he
had taken from the cell next to him as the guy that used to be there had a
bad back. Like Sora cared!
He hated being here though. It smelled horribly, and all the guards were
fat, ugly, and stupid! This place, preferably known as an Institute for bad
or homeless teens, was actually just a hide-a-way name so the cops wouldn't
get suspicious of them!
Shit....!
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Sora had figured out from the cook, who brought him his daily gruel and
bread; he was going to be sold to the highest bidder. The auction was tonight and Sora was sure he was close to death. He hadn't eaten hardly anything he was given and now his body was paying for it. He knew he'd lost weight, which in his case
could get dangerous. Today however Sora did eat, (the bread at least he had
know idea what the glob of steaming green glue on the tray even was.) He had
thought even if his buyer was some one bigger than him he would need every
once of energy he had to escape.
His sulking thoughts were interrupted by the now familiar sound of Zylos
coming to get him. Zylos was his 'personal' guard, seeing as no one else
could keep the boy under control. When the door opened, harsh light engulfed
the brunette. When Sora looked up as if to ask 'what?' the man sneered,
"Bath time."
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"Get your hands off of me!!!" Sora screamed at the people who were holding
him in the icy water. Thrashing violently protest trying to get back at
Zylos for what he'd done.
Sora hadn't protested the whole way he followed Zylos to the bathing
room, even though he had been roughly escorted in that direction. He had
simply let the huge man have his way with him.
Sora was thrown in to a room of unfamiliar and masked people. They looked
like white ghosts to the dazed man which only made him resist more, earning
him another painful blow from Zylos.
His body felt too weak to physically fight back any more so he resorted to
screaming for the time being. The people in the room had tried to silence
him but Zylos had said to let him scream.
The burly man had seated himself at the far end of the bathing room with a
paper and smiled to himself every time Sora's screams echoed in the small
tiled room. The torture Sora had inflicted on himself during the duration
of his stay here was par to the "preparations" he was going through now.
The latex hands of his new handlers grasped his pale flesh as other roamed
his sensitive skin with scorching hot scrubs. He was soaped and dunked into
cold water, with the help of Zylos holding him under by his hair, then
soaped and dunked three more times. By the third time he came up his lunges
screamed for air and his body was numb, he didn't even feel the rough
toweling job done by one of the ghost-people.
He vaguely felt himself being taken out of the bathing room as the next
victim entered with his escort in a similar manner as Sora had before.
They walked a short passage before entering a small lightly furnished room,
Zylos stopped at the door and let go. Sora looked up at him blankly
waiting for him to open the door. Zylos only shook his head and motioned
for Sora to proceed. Skylar looked at the door then back to Zylos, when
the man only turned his back to lean against the wall Sora looked behind
him to try and find an exit.
"No ya' don't," now Zylos opened the door and tossed him in by his arm,
slamming the door as Sora hit the floor. "Oh my! You startled me." The
voice was male but sweet. Sora looked up to see that it belonged to a
feminine looking man with flowing blond curls tied up in to a pink bow atop
his tan head. When the man saw Sora he nearly died of giddy-school-girl-happiness.
"Well aren't you the MOST b-e-a-utiful thing on the face of the planet. I
simply can't wait till we play dress up." Sora was now convinced he had
died and gone to hell.
His starvation-driven thoughts were interrupted by the figures he had missed
in his entrance. The he-she that had greeted Sora was now prancing around
four women who could have passed as Zylos's twin sister's, "Finish with
him quickly darlings I want him baAad!" with that he scampered into a dark
corner and busied himself with something as the behemoth women advanced on
Sora.
The rest of his body then underwent a series of normally pleasant hygienic
treatments, only it felt like they were being preformed by mad-monkeys. His
teeth were brushed so hard his mouth bled, his ears were probed to the point
that he feared for his hearing and his toes and fingertips felt as if they'd
been chipped off, he knew several were bleeding. What they did to him next
made Sora feel more like a whore than ever. The she devil in the corner
explained, giddily, that a prize on the first date was overly prepared for
what normal couples do during their honey moon. Sora was forced on his
knees as tight grips pinned him to the floor, rough fingers made their way
inside his soft opening, thrusting and lubricating every inch they could. He
gasped at the pain which only made the gender-fucked man in the corner
giggle wildly as he placed himself on the cushioned vanity chair he'd pulled
up.
When all intruding hands left his body he stayed doubled over trying to
catch his breath. Fear gripped his insides when he heard a small snigger
from the corner, "Mhhhm, my turn."
The frilly man led Sora to sit in front of the vanity he had been at and
pushed him onto the cushiony stool. Sora looked into the lit up mirror and
was terrified by what he saw.
This was the first glimpse of himself he'd had in years. His face was sickly
pale and gaunt, his chest was thin and looked like a single sheet of white
surgery bandage holding his torso in place. His eyes however were a shade of
brilliant bright blue that held the light beautifully, complimenting the rest
of his dead features. He pulled his arms around his small naked frame as he
felt tears threaten his eyes. The man who had been admiring Sora was
shocked when his little prize started to cry.
"Honey I know you're beautiful, but I think you're giving yourself too much
credit to bring yourself to tears, I-"
"Oh shut up," he choked, "You don't under stand." The man looked at Sora
seriously for the first time, seeing the gorgeous being so tortured and
abused really made him feel sorry for the boy.
He walked over to the door and Sora heard him whisper to Raudrick, the big
man started to walk away and said he would return in about five minutes.
He bent down next to Sora and whispered, "I do understand, now stop
crying or I'll call Zylos in here." He smiled at Sora's astounded face
and began opening little boxes of colored powders.
"Things will be okay, you'll see. I'm sure you'll be purchased by a
wonderful man! Besides if you don't like him maybe you'll get lucky like I
did and he'll get too fat to bang you any more." He lowered a rouge brush to
Sora's cheek.
"You mean the fat man owns you?" Sora asked.
The man nodded making his curls bounce, "Now be quite a moment," he ordered.
He powdered Sora's face till he looked like an air brush doll, accented
his eyes and combed his hair. He pulled Sora's soft locks into an up style
and loosely pinned it there with a series of flower clips. After he stepped
back, satisfied with his work, Sora looked into the mirror again and saw a
beautiful young man. Next, the bronze man applied flower scented oils and
perfumes to Sora that quickly filled the room with a delicate sent.
"Come now let's fit you." He led Sora to the center of the room and shooed
away the beast women into the hall. Sora let the man measure him without
any complaints.
"My gods your perfect," Sora heard him whisper, cocking his head to the
side in confusion. He looked up at Sora and said more to himself than to
Sora, "I'll have to trim the edges but other wise it will fit..." he
scurried away only to return with an extravagant piece of clothing.
Sora slipped his arms into a fine piece of dark blue silk that hung
loosely from his body. The man tied a golden sash at his waist and
straightened the edges. A light floral pattern danced elegantly down the
side of the robe erupting at the hem into a life filled pond. The man
quickly went to work pinning and sewing the hem of the garment to lightly
brush the ground at Sora's feet. When he finished he looked Sora over
with a skeptical eye. He found nothing wrong and smiling, motioned with his
head for Sora to look into the mirror. When Sora turned he found it
would take some getting used to walking in the new robe, he almost fell flat
on his face, tripping over the edge of the hem. He recomposed himself, and
looked up into the mirror at the vanity.
He was astounded, how in just a few minutes this man standing next to him
had transformed his deathly looking being into a glorious work of art.
Everything hung loosely, gracefully from him giving his appearance an even
more fragile picture than Sora already gave himself.
He turned to the man with a small smile and a nod. "Thanks."
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The large room was filled with all sorts of people waiting for the auction
to start, eagerly talking among each other.
"People!" A big voice bounced around the room, causing everyone to stop and
look at the man that stood at the podium. "I'm sure you have been waiting
long enough, ne?" He chuckled. "I do not wish to keep you waiting any
longer, so we will go through this auction quickly!"
The other slaves were brought out one at a time. They noticed that the
slaves were all boys, seeing as they thought that girl slaves would only cry
and complain too much.
It went by quickly, too quickly for Sora's taste, and soon it was his turn
on stage. Zylos grabbed his arm and forced him out on the stage where a
register of ooh's and ahh's were given. He felt shy then, but refused to be
low. He kept his head held high, as if he himself were among one of the
stats of the one's in the audience.
"Now this one is one of beauty, much like the others. He has a good
complexion, but watch out, his attitude bites." He chuckled, and many people
in the audience murmured among themselves.
"Now! Do I hear 50,000 dollars?" He called over the voices of the audience.
bread; he was going to be sold to the highest bidder. The auction was tonight and Sora was sure he was close to death. He hadn't eaten hardly anything he was given and now his body was paying for it. He knew he'd lost weight, which in his case
could get dangerous. Today however Sora did eat, (the bread at least he had
know idea what the glob of steaming green glue on the tray even was.) He had
thought even if his buyer was some one bigger than him he would need every
once of energy he had to escape.
His sulking thoughts were interrupted by the now familiar sound of Zylos
coming to get him. Zylos was his 'personal' guard, seeing as no one else
could keep the boy under control. When the door opened, harsh light engulfed
the brunette. When Sora looked up as if to ask 'what?' the man sneered,
"Bath time."
---------------------------------------------- -
"Get your hands off of me!!!" Sora screamed at the people who were holding
him in the icy water. Thrashing violently protest trying to get back at
Zylos for what he'd done.
Sora hadn't protested the whole way he followed Zylos to the bathing
room, even though he had been roughly escorted in that direction. He had
simply let the huge man have his way with him.
Sora was thrown in to a room of unfamiliar and masked people. They looked
like white ghosts to the dazed man which only made him resist more, earning
him another painful blow from Zylos.
His body felt too weak to physically fight back any more so he resorted to
screaming for the time being. The people in the room had tried to silence
him but Zylos had said to let him scream.
The burly man had seated himself at the far end of the bathing room with a
paper and smiled to himself every time Sora's screams echoed in the small
tiled room. The torture Sora had inflicted on himself during the duration
of his stay here was par to the "preparations" he was going through now.
The latex hands of his new handlers grasped his pale flesh as other roamed
his sensitive skin with scorching hot scrubs. He was soaped and dunked into
cold water, with the help of Zylos holding him under by his hair, then
soaped and dunked three more times. By the third time he came up his lunges
screamed for air and his body was numb, he didn't even feel the rough
toweling job done by one of the ghost-people.
He vaguely felt himself being taken out of the bathing room as the next
victim entered with his escort in a similar manner as Sora had before.
They walked a short passage before entering a small lightly furnished room,
Zylos stopped at the door and let go. Sora looked up at him blankly
waiting for him to open the door. Zylos only shook his head and motioned
for Sora to proceed. Skylar looked at the door then back to Zylos, when
the man only turned his back to lean against the wall Sora looked behind
him to try and find an exit.
"No ya' don't," now Zylos opened the door and tossed him in by his arm,
slamming the door as Sora hit the floor. "Oh my! You startled me." The
voice was male but sweet. Sora looked up to see that it belonged to a
feminine looking man with flowing blond curls tied up in to a pink bow atop
his tan head. When the man saw Sora he nearly died of giddy-school-girl-happiness.
"Well aren't you the MOST b-e-a-utiful thing on the face of the planet. I
simply can't wait till we play dress up." Sora was now convinced he had
died and gone to hell.
His starvation-driven thoughts were interrupted by the figures he had missed
in his entrance. The he-she that had greeted Sora was now prancing around
four women who could have passed as Zylos's twin sister's, "Finish with
him quickly darlings I want him baAad!" with that he scampered into a dark
corner and busied himself with something as the behemoth women advanced on
Sora.
The rest of his body then underwent a series of normally pleasant hygienic
treatments, only it felt like they were being preformed by mad-monkeys. His
teeth were brushed so hard his mouth bled, his ears were probed to the point
that he feared for his hearing and his toes and fingertips felt as if they'd
been chipped off, he knew several were bleeding. What they did to him next
made Sora feel more like a whore than ever. The she devil in the corner
explained, giddily, that a prize on the first date was overly prepared for
what normal couples do during their honey moon. Sora was forced on his
knees as tight grips pinned him to the floor, rough fingers made their way
inside his soft opening, thrusting and lubricating every inch they could. He
gasped at the pain which only made the gender-fucked man in the corner
giggle wildly as he placed himself on the cushioned vanity chair he'd pulled
up.
When all intruding hands left his body he stayed doubled over trying to
catch his breath. Fear gripped his insides when he heard a small snigger
from the corner, "Mhhhm, my turn."
The frilly man led Sora to sit in front of the vanity he had been at and
pushed him onto the cushiony stool. Sora looked into the lit up mirror and
was terrified by what he saw.
This was the first glimpse of himself he'd had in years. His face was sickly
pale and gaunt, his chest was thin and looked like a single sheet of white
surgery bandage holding his torso in place. His eyes however were a shade of
brilliant bright blue that held the light beautifully, complimenting the rest
of his dead features. He pulled his arms around his small naked frame as he
felt tears threaten his eyes. The man who had been admiring Sora was
shocked when his little prize started to cry.
"Honey I know you're beautiful, but I think you're giving yourself too much
credit to bring yourself to tears, I-"
"Oh shut up," he choked, "You don't under stand." The man looked at Sora
seriously for the first time, seeing the gorgeous being so tortured and
abused really made him feel sorry for the boy.
He walked over to the door and Sora heard him whisper to Raudrick, the big
man started to walk away and said he would return in about five minutes.
He bent down next to Sora and whispered, "I do understand, now stop
crying or I'll call Zylos in here." He smiled at Sora's astounded face
and began opening little boxes of colored powders.
"Things will be okay, you'll see. I'm sure you'll be purchased by a
wonderful man! Besides if you don't like him maybe you'll get lucky like I
did and he'll get too fat to bang you any more." He lowered a rouge brush to
Sora's cheek.
"You mean the fat man owns you?" Sora asked.
The man nodded making his curls bounce, "Now be quite a moment," he ordered.
He powdered Sora's face till he looked like an air brush doll, accented
his eyes and combed his hair. He pulled Sora's soft locks into an up style
and loosely pinned it there with a series of flower clips. After he stepped
back, satisfied with his work, Sora looked into the mirror again and saw a
beautiful young man. Next, the bronze man applied flower scented oils and
perfumes to Sora that quickly filled the room with a delicate sent.
"Come now let's fit you." He led Sora to the center of the room and shooed
away the beast women into the hall. Sora let the man measure him without
any complaints.
"My gods your perfect," Sora heard him whisper, cocking his head to the
side in confusion. He looked up at Sora and said more to himself than to
Sora, "I'll have to trim the edges but other wise it will fit..." he
scurried away only to return with an extravagant piece of clothing.
Sora slipped his arms into a fine piece of dark blue silk that hung
loosely from his body. The man tied a golden sash at his waist and
straightened the edges. A light floral pattern danced elegantly down the
side of the robe erupting at the hem into a life filled pond. The man
quickly went to work pinning and sewing the hem of the garment to lightly
brush the ground at Sora's feet. When he finished he looked Sora over
with a skeptical eye. He found nothing wrong and smiling, motioned with his
head for Sora to look into the mirror. When Sora turned he found it
would take some getting used to walking in the new robe, he almost fell flat
on his face, tripping over the edge of the hem. He recomposed himself, and
looked up into the mirror at the vanity.
He was astounded, how in just a few minutes this man standing next to him
had transformed his deathly looking being into a glorious work of art.
Everything hung loosely, gracefully from him giving his appearance an even
more fragile picture than Sora already gave himself.
He turned to the man with a small smile and a nod. "Thanks."
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The large room was filled with all sorts of people waiting for the auction
to start, eagerly talking among each other.
"People!" A big voice bounced around the room, causing everyone to stop and
look at the man that stood at the podium. "I'm sure you have been waiting
long enough, ne?" He chuckled. "I do not wish to keep you waiting any
longer, so we will go through this auction quickly!"
The other slaves were brought out one at a time. They noticed that the
slaves were all boys, seeing as they thought that girl slaves would only cry
and complain too much.
It went by quickly, too quickly for Sora's taste, and soon it was his turn
on stage. Zylos grabbed his arm and forced him out on the stage where a
register of ooh's and ahh's were given. He felt shy then, but refused to be
low. He kept his head held high, as if he himself were among one of the
stats of the one's in the audience.
"Now this one is one of beauty, much like the others. He has a good
complexion, but watch out, his attitude bites." He chuckled, and many people
in the audience murmured among themselves.
"Now! Do I hear 50,000 dollars?" He called over the voices of the audience.
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