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Name: Jerimiah Luongo
Age:19
Gender: Male
Likes: Walking, and Trying to make jokes.
Dislikes: Horses, riding horses, and cages.
Lives: At the slave shop, but going to be living in Stephen's family estate.
Occupation: Slave
Family: Started to remember his mother.

Name: Stephen Alonso
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Likes: Money, power, and good looking men.
Dislikes: Poor, needy people.
Lives: In his old family estate
Occupation: Slave owner, politician and entrepreneur.
Family: His mother and father who have now since passed. His uncle who lives at the estate with him.

Stephen grimaced as he opened his eyes as the light of the morning trickled in from the side of the curtains. Blinking his eyes twice his ornately decorated room came into focus. He was the only son of the Alonso family, and having said that, he inherited everything when his father and mother passed away. He inherited not only their wealth, but the family estate as well. He had one uncle, who should have inherited everything, but since his father and him hadn't been on good terms, everything went to their only son. Stephen, on the other hand, had a good relationship with his uncle, and invited him to come and live in the estate.

There was a tentative knock on the door as it slid open to reveal two maids and a cart filled with food. Getting out of bed he stretched and approached the people that were there. Saying good morning to them, one of the maids went over to the closet and began looking for clothing that he would be wearing. He turned to look at her as he saw her bring out a rather fancy looking pair of pants and jacket. "Mary," said Stephen. "That won't be needed for today. I am just going to the gardens." The maid looked at him, a little puzzled as she said,"It's been ordered by your uncle that since you are to turn 21 later this week, that it is customary that you go and purchase your first slave."Stephen grimaced, how he could forget. For him to become a "real" man he needed to purchase another human life and show him or her dominance. Apparently today he wasn't going to the gardens, he was going to the bazaar to go purchase a slave.

Jerimiah woke up early on this morning, he woke up in agonizing pain. Trying to get his arm back through the bar, Jerimiah bumped his head and the cage tipped over. "Ugh I hate living in a cage, I prefer chains, YOU hear me CHAINS!" he yelled knowing only the other slaves could hear him. Jerimiah was determined to tip the cage back to normal. He immediatly sat back when he heard the door open. It was the owner he knew to be quiet around him.

Jerimiah was pleased when the store owner toppled the cage back to normal. Jerimiah knew he'd be here tomorrow, there was no chance of him being bought today. He had to be chained up in the back. Jerimiah spent the next while trying not to focus on the huge cut across his shoulder. Jerimiah just wished he was stronger, he wished that he could fight but he was too afraid. So he just sat back, and waited for the owner to come back.

After a half hour the owner came back with the chains and Jerimiah barked, but immediatly zipped his lips knowing the owner would not take it as a joke. Jerimiah grimaced at the touch of the cuff to his skin. "Come on you dirty slave, walk you're not broken yet" he said dragging him down the hall way. "Would you let me walk, instead of dragging me all the time?" Jerimiah said trying to stand up. The owner then reached the back room, It was made of complete cement, he chained Jerimiah to the wall, and the left the room.

Once Stephen was dressed he ate quickly, and then went to go and meet his uncle in the drawing room. Walking up to him he said,"Good morning, Uncle. The servants have informed me that today I will be going to get my first slave in honor of my coming of age ceremony later this week. Is that correct?" His uncle turned to look at him as he nodded his head."That is correct,"said his uncle as he looked back at his nephew."I will be accompanying you into town as well. There are some things that I need to attend to, but I also want to look for a slave with you. If you are ready then we should be off before it gets too busy." Stephen nodded as he followed his uncle out of the drawing room, down the hallway, and out the door where there were two horses waiting for them.

Swinging his leg over the side of the horse he waited for his uncle to do the same. Once they were both mounted they began making their way to the town square where the bazaar was already active with life. Stephen thought briefly of what kind of slave he wanted. He knew that his father would approve of him getting some petite blonde female. Hell, female in general, but that was not what Stephen wanted. He wanted a male, a male with fire still in his soul. He wanted an unbroken slave.

Jerimiah swore to himself that he wouldn't be broken down by this mans way of torture. Jerimiah knew there would be a way of getting through this man, and being let go. All he wanted was to be bought. Jerimiah knew that if he was still out in the cages he would be bought. But the owner knew the same, and did not want this to happen.

The owner came through the room, and to the back where the garbage is. He brought a young 13 year old boy through the door. He chained this boy next to Jerimiah. Jerimiah acted strong and defensive, he waited for the owner to leave "Lemme guess, You got sold to the shop?" Jerimiah said smiling. "Yeah, I've been broken and am not wanted with my master any longer" The boy said shaking. "I've never had a master" Jerimiah said looking powerful.

Jerimiah heard the front bell ring and he jumped and stared at the door. He looked as if he was going to snap, break the chains run to the door and break it down. Unveiling himself to the man standing there. Instead he just waited, and waited. The young boy just watched him in fright. Jerimiah could feel the boys fright, he slid sideways and gave the boy a hug. "It'll be alright" Jerimiah said smiling

Stephen reached the borders of the town and immediately it seemed like all activity just stopped. Stephen hated this part when he came to the town square at all. To the eyes of the town folk it was like the God's had come down from the mountains. Stephen rolled his eyes a little bit as he caught the eyes of some of the people. Quite frankly, poor people disgusted him to no end. The sooner he was out of here, the sooner he could be back home abusing his new slave. He licked his lips in anticipation. He never really thought about how he had ended up like this, but it probably had something to do with the fact that he was not able to be in control of anything in his life, so he wanted to be able to control something.

His uncle looked at him and said,"I have some things to attend to so go and pick yourself out a slave." Stephen nodded as he walked into the first building that was selling slaves. A tiny bell that was hanging above the door rung as he walked in. The owner immediately approached him and asked him what he was looking for. "I am looking for an untamed male slave," said Stephen sternly. The owner nodded and told him that he had just the thing. He also asked him to wait at the front in the event that the slave was so wild that he might try to run out of the door. Stephen snorted at that and let out a barking laugh. No slave was going to get the best of him. He was physically fit, and he could probably stop him with ease.

Jerimiah stood up as soon as the door opened "What now?" He asked the owner as he came in. " You're being sold" He said Taking his chain off the wall and walking him out and into the main shop. " You sure they don't want one of the prissy blondes?" He said glaring at the man pulling the chain.

"Here he is" said the owner to Stephen. Jerimiah stood there staring at the man. He was very attractive.Jerimiah thought for a moment, this man could never hurt someone... Or could he? Jerimiah had spaced out not even realizing how long he had been out. He felt like running, except he couldn't. He sat down and stared at a bug on the floor. "Hey "Jerimiah said looking at the owner, he then through the bug in the air and said "Eat it"

Stephen watched as the owner retreated into the back. He walked around a little bit looking at some of the other wares. They were all in cages, dressed in rags. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. There was no way that he was going to be here of his own free will. "Damn my uncle to hell," thought Stephen as he continued to pace around. He heard some muffled talking and he immediately went back to his standing position in front of the door in the event that the slave ran for it. When the owner reappeared there behind him was the most striking young man he had ever seen. He had brown colored eyes that had a hint of wildness and mischief to them, and medium length long tresses of chocolate colored hair. He thought briefly what it would be like to run his hands through them. Shaking his head he looked at the two of them as he let out a laugh when the slave made the comment about a bug and eating it. "He has a sense of humor and mischief about him. I like it," thought Stephen as he approached the two of them.

Looking at the slave he grabbed the slaves chin roughly as he turned it from right to left. Letting the slave's chin go he stepped back as he admired the rest of the slave's body. He was thin, but not underfed. He was well muscled as well. "He might make a good sparring partner once he is more trained," thought Stephen. Turning to the owner he looked at him and smiled as he said,"How much for him?"

Jerimiah felt proud of himself, he was better dressed than any of the other slaves. Jerimiah was quite annoyed with the way that this man grabbed his chin. Jerimiah knew he was worth more than any other slave, he felt proud, and surprisingly still powerful. Jerimiah just continued to stare at the man, watching him closely.

The owner smiled at Stephen "2 Grand for him and his clothes." The owner then retreated taking Jerimiah with him. When he arrived back in the front of the shop, he asked "Have you decided yet?" the owner looked slightly annoyed. Jerimiah was in the back once again, sitting on the cold ground. Jerimiah just waited for he knew he'd be leaving.

Stephen thought over it for a moment as he continued to admire the slave in front of him. "Oh the things that we will do together," thought Stephen. He heard the owner's gruff voice and looked at him rather annoyed. The owner was really starting to get on his nerves. "I have decided," said Stephen as he glared at the man, his eyes like ice. "I believe that I will purchase this slave. As for you I would hold your tongue in front of the heir to the Alonso family." Stephen went digging in his pocket though and produced a piece of paper with his family crest on it. "I take it that you will accept this. I do not have the money here, but someone will come to deliver money to you later in the evening. It's not noble like to carry coins. I trust you understand that." He smiled at the man as he smiled at the owner and wrote down what he owed the man. He then brought out a stamp and stamped it with his insignia. "I trust we are all in order now, yes?"

"I understand completely." He said staring the man down. "I'll be back with the slave and his cage." The owner said once again retreating to the back. "Am I leaving?" Jerimiah asked the owner as he walked back into the room. "Unfortunately Yes." The owner said shoving Jerimiah into the tiny cage. As far as Jerimiah was concerned, it was a 4x4 jail cell.

When the owner came back with Jerimiah, He was regretful of selling him. "Here's your slave" He said setting the cage down on the floor next to Stephen. "Come again, Your magesty" He said in a bickering tone. "Do I really have to stay in the 4x4 jail cell" Jerimiah was getting annoyed with the owner and was glad he was leaving.

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Stephen nodded as he saw the owner walk back into the back with his new slave. When the man's back was turned he gave the other male the finger as he smirked at him. Stephen watched as his slave and his old owner came back with a 4x4 cage. "Is he really going in that?" thought Stephen as he saw the cage. He watched as the owner of the store shoved his slave into the cage, closing the door.

Stephen took one look at the cage and sneered a little bit as he saw the other male in it. "Take him out," said Stephen as he went to look at the walls that had various leather collars with chain on them. "I want to buy one of these. I will be leading him out on one of these, not like some dog." Bending down to the cage he looked at his slave and said,"Pick one out that you like and that is comfortable for you. You're going to be wearing it a lot."

The owner sneered and released Jerimiah. "Hurry and pick one" he said turning and facing the collars. "That one" Jerimiah said pointing at the green and black leather collar with spiked chain. Jerimiah then walked up to the one grabbed it, then he passed it to Stephen. And stood with his head up waiting for him to put the collar on.

"That one is worth one bronze coin" The owner said looking at Stephen. "I'll pay for it" Jerimiah said grabbing a bronze coin off the ground and tossed it towards the owner. "Smart move slave" The owner said looking at the slave with disgrace. "You're free to leave now" The owner said escorting them out of the shop.

Stephen looked at the collar that the slave chose as he admired the color of it. Black with emeralds, interesting. He would have to exchange the chain for something else. The chain looked no better than barbed wire. He was more worried about his delicate hands than his slave's neck. The slave's neck would be encased in the soft leather anyway, while his hands had to deal with the spiked chain. He watched as the slave paid for it with a bronze coin that he had found on the ground "Resourceful," thought Stephen as he approached the slave and looped the collar around his neck. "Not to tight is it?" asked Stephen as he looked at his slave's eyes for any sign of pain. He had come into the slave shop initially to find someone that he could utterly brutalize, but now he wanted to love the slave that he had chosen. He shook his head as he tried to banish these conflicting feelings and emotions from his mind.

Jerimiah was pleased that this man had actually let him choose, that was a good step in this process. "Not tight at all" he said smirking. He flinched at the feel of the collar against his skin. He felt trapped once again, Jerimiah wouldn't let it show in his face but he was afraid. He didn't know what happened to a slave, But for some strange reason he felt like he would be able to take it.

Jerimiah let a single tear drip down his cheek, but quickly wiped it away. He liked keeping a straight face, he hated showing his emotions. Jerimiah thought for a while, slave life wont be too bad. The masters care if you're in pain or not. This made Jerimiah feel even more special and different. Jerimiah loved this feeling more than anything in the world. The slave felt love for his master. For what Jerimiah was told it was wrong to feel anything but hatred for your owner.

Stephen nodded his head as he heard his slave say that the tightness of the collar was fine on his neck. "Then we shall be off," said Stephen said as he took the chain in his hand and began leading his slave out the door. He took the trunk of clothing that was with him, briefly wondering what the slave had with him. Typically slaves were stripped of all of their personal belongings when they became slaves, so he found it odd that this slave kept some of his belongings.

Walking out the door he took his slave with him into the streets. Taking a look at him in the shining sun he could see that he was even more attractive in the light. "Gorgeous," he said under his breath. "Simply breathtaking." Looking at his slave again he noticed that he had probably gone quite a few days without food or water. "Are you hungry?" asked Stephen as he looked at the slave.

Jerimiah was really dizzy, he could barely stand. "We shall" Jerimiah whispered. He was glad that he was going home with this man, this particular man. "I really want to go home with you" Jerimiah said letting a few tears role down his dirty cheeks. "I'm sorry, I just really miss my family, but it's none of your bother" Jerimiah said wiping his tears and walking towards the horse.

"I really hope that I can go on the horse, I suppose I can run if you prefer" Jerimiah said looking up at the horses back. "Do you think we could eat at your house, I really want a shower, you can shower me if you wish" Jerimiah said with a pleading stare. "Do you know how long I was there" Jerimiah was quite anxious to tell Stephen. "I've been there exactly 2 weeks, and I have not showered, It's gross" he said sticking his tongue out in a grossed out way.

Stephen took one look at the slave in front of him as he heard him talking about wanting certain things. It was true that he wanted his slave to be well fed and clean, but he would give him those things if he earned them. That would be used in the future, so for now he would humor his slave's request. It was the best for the both of them. "Yes," said Stephen as he turned his attention to his slave again. "You will be riding on the horse in front of me, and when we get back to my mansion we will dine together and bathe together as well."

Taking the chain in his hand he tugged on it a little bit to see if the slave would follow him outside.

Jerimiah figured that Stephen would be angered by him asking for these things, he was very surprised that he allowed this. "Thank you" Jerimiah flinched for he wished he had a shirt. "Okay, those both sound fine with me" Jerimiah was pleased though. "I would like to sleep on your basement floor. If I can" Jerimiah said shivering.

Jerimiah payed close attention to Stephen for he did know he had to listen to Stephens every command. Jerimiah followed Stephen outside with the smallest tug. "Tell me to walk and I'll walk. I am not a dog therefore, I don't like being dragged" Jerimiah said staring into Stephens big eyes.

Stephen felt very foolish for not catching on that the slave in front of him didn't have a proper shirt on. If he was going to be a slave of the Alonso family, then he was going to have proper slave attire. The first thing that they needed to do was go and get his slave some form of clothing. His slaves body was for his eyes alone. He scoffed though when he heard where the slave would be sleeping. "You will not be sleeping on the ground like some kind of dog. You will be sleeping in my quarters in or around my bed," said Stephen firmly. He stopped tugging on the chain so much though as soon as they were outside, and especially after he heard the comment about him not being a dog which reminded him. "What is your name? I will not be calling you slave or boy for the rest of your life."

Jerimiah noticed Stephen looking at him, and turned his head towards the wall. Jerimiah knew not to cry, but he couldn't help it. "Thats where I've been sleeping for most of my life."Jerimiah tilted his head, wondering how he was supposed to get on the horse. "Is there some kind of ladder" Jerimiah questioned.

"I don't know what it's like being a slave, for I have never been. So please bear with me" Jerimiah said wiping the blood off his shoulder. Jerimiah closed his eyes, He was getting a flashback. There was a woman, with beautiful blue eyes, and brown hair. Who was she, Jerimiah wondered. The woman had a child with her, she placed him in a box. The woman then placed him in an old broken down grocery store. Jerimiah thought for a moment.. That was me, She left me there because there would be food for me to eat. But why he would never know. Jerimiah found himself crying again "I'm so sorry" Jerimiah wiped his tears and payed full attention to Stephen.

Stephen's heart hurt a little bit for the slave in front of him. His slave, even though a rebel, looked even more broken than a normal slave. "Well you will no longer be sleeping on the floor, so get that thought out of your head," said Stephen as he looked at the other male. He chuckled a little bit when he heard the slave ask if there was a ladder to get on the horse. "No," said Stephen flatly. "I can help you up though." Making their way towards those horse he held his hand out and told him to step up with his foot and then swing the other one over and sit down in the saddle. "I will bear with you as long as you try to show a conscious effort to try and impress me then we should be fine."

Jerimiah felt like a piece of garbage, broken and unwanted. "Fine, your finest bed then" He followed Stephen over to the horse, and scaredly he stepped up on Stephens hand. Jerimiah flipped his leg over the horse and sat close to the horses head. "Okay" Jerimiah replied to his response. "I feel sick, Is there a washroom" Jerimiah blocked his mouth and Jumped off the horse. "Anywhere, please" Instead Jerimiah got sick in the plant outside the Slave Shop. "Can I ask, you something?" Jerimiah focused his eyes on Stephen

Stephen watched as the slave got onto the horse, but then suddenly went flying off of it as he got sick on a plant. He then looked at his slave and then nodded his head. "I suppose you may ask me something," said Stephen as he looked at him. "Speaking of which you never answered my question about what your name was."