[m4m edit] You're the One I'm Buying Tonight

[M4M] [Script Offer] [gender switch] On Display at the Slave Auction: You're the One I'm Buying Tonight [Macho] [clothed Msub] [Sissy] [Gentle] [naked Mdom] [Bondage] [Good Boy] [Examining him before purchase] [hand job] [oral] [Body Worship] [Teasing] [Hold the moan]

Script by /u/ravishagirl, edited to [m4m] by /u/oriapplepie


Ah, so this is the backstage of the famous slave market of the Rome Empire? Thank you. Buy yourself something pretty (coins dropping sound).

What's this? I'll stop here before returning to my seat for the bidding, and take a good look at you. You're much more handsome than the others. I don't know quite what it is. Maybe it's your lips, slightly parted and so full, like a dream of pleasure; they would look so good around my cock tonight. Maybe it's the way your big arms move so nicely with those quick, frightened gasps & angry groans of yours. Maybe it's how hard and firm your chest look, or the valley of your abs, or the low hanging fruit you're trying to hide between your thighs.

You're naked and I can see all of you.

But I think, after all, it is your eyes.

It is your eyes that have captured me.

They are so alive, your eyes. So full of fire. Nervousness and hope. You aren't broken like some of the others. You're on fire with life.

I want to taste that fire.

I want to feel its warmth.

Yes, I'll take a good look at you.

We have a few minutes before it's your turn on the auction block, and most of the other buyers tonight seem focused on that wispy little thing from some northern village, the virgin former prince they're bidding on right now. Poor little boy. He looks sweet but I don't have the time to turn a pretty boy into my gladiator.

I'd rather have you.

But let's take a good, long look. I want to explore this gladiator I'm buying.

There you are. Arch your back, lift your chest. They've trained you well. Or did they drugged u to be obedient?

I'm leaning close, breathing in the ocean scent of your hair, your oiled skin, your... mmmm, is that arousal? I can smell you. You're in heat, tough soldier. Mmmm.

Is my warm breath on your throat doing that to you?

What if I brush your neck with my lips? Bite the line of your roughly shaven jaw gently with my teeth?

Ahhh. That was a delicious little shiver.

You're so sensitive, aren't you?

Sensitive everywhere. I'll run this silky hand from your board shoulders, down your back ... feeling the heat from your tanned skin ... grip your ass and pull you closer. No, don't look away.

*sound of a slap across his ass*

I want your eyes up here, on mine, while I touch you, captive turned slave. I want to see what my touch does to you.

*slap*

You keep your eyes on mine, barbarian.

*slap*

*a low grrrowl* Eyes ... on mine.

*SLAP*

That's better.

You don't get to be shy tonight.

*SLAP*

You don't get to hide from my desire.

*SLAP*

You don't get to hide from my touch.

Mmmm, I love how a mighty fallen soldier like you tremble when an effeminate lad like me tease the inside of your thigh with my fingertips.

You will make a fine fine gladiator.

Yes, open those legs a little.

Let me have what I want.

Mmmm. *whispers in his ear* You be a good soldier, and I'll be the one who buys you tonight.

Where did they find you? Your body is so... perfect. You're clearly not from here. Was your village burned? You have the scent of the sea, did warriors drag you defenceless from a midnight ambush? Were you thrown into the slaver's wagon or did they enjoy you first?

Ah. There's that fire in your eyes. Your thick brows look extra nice when frowning. (grins)

Angry, are you?

Angry but ... aroused.

No, you can't hide it. I can smell your sweet precum as it moisturise my fingers.

*growl this line, low and slow* I know how badly you need to fuck.

Mmmm, your glistening pecs feel so GOOD when I caress them like this. When I squeeze them in my hands and run my fingers across those hardening nipples. So hard, so masculine. Someone has chained a demigod here by mistake. A demigod for me to explore ... and enjoy ... *whispers* and fuck.

You feel delicious when you squirm against me like that.

They have your wrists shackled tightly behind you, don't they?

Such cruel chains.

In my home, you would be as naked as you are now, but you would wear finer chains than those by far. Slender links of pure gold, that ring like music when you wriggle. Or may be I shall dress you in silk, taking pride and pleasure in watching all those magnificent muscles of yours reveal under its softness .

What a handsome and helpless barbarian... (grin)

And these nipples. So hard. I love circling them slowly with my thumbs, like this. I may pierce them, if it pleases me. Attach the most dainty of golden chains, running from one nipple to the other. Mmmm. You deserve to wear jewelry like that. Some of these other slaves are for taverns or to display on the doorsteps of shops, to entice customers inside. But not you. You are lush and alive and radiant. Mmmm, sybaritic. You will be chained by your ankle to a bed covered in silk, your body decorated in rare jewelry, the best I own, and your cum dripping down from your chest, your 8 packed abs, your pubes, all the way to your dick.

You ... deserve to be prepared for nights of pleasure.

Oiled and cologned.

And brought to my chamber glowing like an immortal.

Ah, it looks like they've sold off that little dethroned prince. They're bidding on the brunette with the ample hips now. You'll be up soon. On display, as men and women compete for the right to HAVE you. Does that excite you?

Look at you quiver.

Mmmm, your body could make all mortals go mad.

We don't have long. It won't do for me to offend the slaver by delaying the bidding on you, though they do love when buyers ... explore ... the merchandise.

We only have a moment. But I need to know if I'm going to buy you tonight. I need to know if you'll be a joy and and excitement, if you'll make me moan with pleasure.

Now.

Let's see if I can kindle you.

Let's see if you burn with passion.

Mmm, yes, horny barbarian, feel my hand slide up your strong thigh, feel me cup your low hanging jewels. That's a fine lad. I saw that little quiver. And you ARE wet and hard against my hand. Mmm, you are such a good ... tasty ... cad.

Let's find out HOW hard you can get.

*grrrowls* You hold very still, soldier, and bite your lip so you don't cry out. I don't want any of the other buyers hearing how hot and horny ... my my my... what a sweaty and pre-cum dripping slave is ready for bidding. I don't want anyone to try outbidding me tonight. Of course, they can try all they want. I'm still taking you tonight.

*grrrowls* You will be ... MINE.

*whispers* I'm going to buy you, take you home, and drain you until you collapse.

*say this line slow, deep, and possessive* I'm going to ride you until you're a sobbing, sweaty mess on my bed.

You're going to scream for me tonight, tough one.

I'm going to OWN you.

Do you see that man dressed in exotic silk robes over there? That’s my loyal steward. He will take you to my new bought house in a moment, if you behave and keep it quiet. And perhaps he would like to slide a finger thickly inside you for the final check. Mmmm, just like that.

Mmmm, I’m sure he will be pleased. You have a hot, tight ass. I bet you would grip my steward's cock so nicely. And by the gods, you are in heat.

And so tight.

Do you think you can take another finger, lad? For me?

Let's find out.

Right now.

Mmmm. There we go. Two fingers thrusting into your tight, little ass. And you are doing so well, cad, not crying out. I hear you muffling those little whimpers in your mouth. Mmmm. Don't worry, captive. Tonight, once you're safely purchased and chained by your ankle to my bed, you can moan as loudly as you want when I make you cum.

*growls* And I WILL make you cum. Again and again.

But you're not going to cum right now.

You're going to have to wait.

You're going to have to be a good, patient lad for me.

I haven't bought you yet.

Only well behaved captives get bought.

I want to try something. I'm going to lean close and bring my lips warm and soft to your cock. Let me feel my warm breath ... and the brush of my lips ... right there. Mmm, how you shiver. You are so delicious. I wonder what you'll do if I flick my tongue, warm and wet, across your long shaft? Mmm, remember, don't cry out. Don't moan. Don't make any noise, tough one.

*he licks the slave's cock*

I'm going to lick you slowly, savoring you.

*licking sounds*

A good slave is worth taking the time to enjoy. I might enjoy you ALL night, fallen Achilies.

*more sounds of tasting him*

Mmmm. There. That's all you get. No, no, don't whimper.

*sound of a smack across his thigh*

I told you to stay quiet. Disobedient captives get smacked. On their thigh  *smack*

On their ass  *smack*

On their sensitive shaft  *smack!*

No worries, I won’t hit to hurt you or your cock, instead, I shall rub it against my lips as if it is a jade flute

The thought of taking a blow job from a loving lady like master is making you dripping pre-cum, huh?

***improvise oral sex***

Our time is almost up, demi god. Now I'm going to take my fingers and lips from your jade flute. I don’t want the slaver know I have explored you this much, won’t you lick these silky fingers and clean these soft preachy lips of mine with kisses?

***kisses sound***

You are cut from a different cloth, soldier. I have not met a barbarian so good at taking orders before...

Mmmm. Good soldier.

Your soft tongue feels so good.

I'll feed you something else later. Mmm, look at you standing there with your thighs SOAKED. And that look in your eyes, like you want to drop to your knees and BEG to be used, but you know better.

You have to wait. You have to be quiet. You have to hide the flames in your eyes. You don’t want any other man or woman resell you to cheap taverns or the bloody Colosseum... right?

You're going up to the auction block in a minute, and the bidding will start. Ah, look at that little spark of fear in your eyes. Your chest lifting and falling so sensually as you breathe faster. You're going to be bought. Will it be by me? Or by another? Will your new Master be kind or cruel? Will you be sleeping tonight on a silk bed or in a cold kennel on a threadbare cushion? Will your new Master want to touch you, fondle you, caress you tenderly for hours, worship you like Adnois incarnated before tasting all your delicacies ... or will he be abrupt, brutal, pinning you to the bed on your belly, his hand on your neck, his cock driven hard into your ass?

Well, we'll see.

I'll go back to my seat now.

Breath in, breath out.

Breath in, breath out.

Your abs glisten so seductively. See you later, soldier.

*sounds of his footsteps*

*seating himself*

Mmmm. There, from this seat I have a good view of the auction block. It looks like they are just leading the previous lot away. My, he does create a handsome sight. But I do like how that rugged, tough, barbarian BURNED when I touched him.

*laughs* Well, my mind is made up.

Ah, there you are, slave.

They're tugging you along by your bound wrists. They've leashed you. How delicious. There you are, straining a little against your bonds, showing off the hard trained muscles of your body. So naked. So powerless. So alive. You GLOW with life. I might have to outbid everyone in this pavilion, you look so fucking hot. Mmmm. They have you standing on the block now. Is that a sheen of tears in your eyes or just sweat dripping down? You look so good. We can see you clearly in the light of the lanterns over the block, lit up with their soft glow as though you're a demigod captured and held here for the pleasures of mortals. But you can't see us. We're all in shadow. You won't know who is bidding on you. You won't know who you're sold to until they approaches the block to claim you. To make you his or hers.

No wonder you're frightened.

They've started the bidding. Twenty gold coins. Thirty. Thirty-five. Forty. Look at you standing there so handsomely. You're listening to the voices, aren't you? Trying to imagine what kind of nobles those voices came from, what kind of men and women might buy you tonight. Or are you listening, perhaps, for just one voice? Are you listening for my voice?

*raises his voice* Fifty!

*pause* Fifty-five!

There, that's done it. There are only a few of us bidding now. You're looking toward me, though I know it's too dark where I'm seated for you to see me. Is that hope in your face? That you may be purchased by someone who will cherish and adore you rather than sending you to the brutal Colosseum to be slaughtered? Ah, the slaver has just taken a fistful of your hair and tugged your head back, arching your body for us, showing off your sweat dripping pecs as well as the oiled abs. His foot has kicked your ankles open so that your hard cock is visible to all of us. Mmmm, is that moisture I still see on your thighs? Gods, you are a handsome man. I AM going to have you tonight.

*raises his voice* Seventy!

Well, there are just three of us now. My competition seem to be a wrinkled old merchant and a woman with very intense eyes. Cruel eyes. Should I let one of them have you? You are trembling. And look at that ... your cock is so hard. You're enjoying this, aren't you? You bet against the fates with your sensual seduction. You're enjoying hearing us bid on your steamy, sculpted marble Adonis body.

*raises his voice* Eighty! ... Ninety!

*growls* These Romans are getting serious, aren’t they? You had better make sweet love to me on my bed tonight. I'm going to make sure I get every coin's worth out of your strong, sweaty body.

*raises his voice* Ninety-eight!

Just that woman and me now. She looks doubtful. How many coins is a sweaty, drugged slave worth, after all?

*raises his voice* One hundred gold coins and with a carriage full of finest silk from the great Han Empire!

Here we go again, the whole damn market is silent and trembles before the sight of heavenly silk! Kings and queens had pay thousands of gold pieces for just one roll. Are you so proud or scared for me spending it all on a fallen barbarian like you?

Sold.

*footsteps*

Now to walk down to the block and claim you. Here, slaver, take this pair of jade bracelets as reward of finding such fine spieceman of barbarian. My steward will take the captive to my carriage.

Mmm, look at those soft, hopeful, nervous eyes. I'll cup your chin, lift your face, holding your face right where I want you.

*say these next lines SLOW and DEEP ... the listener should feel these lines in his ear, in his bones, should feel his growl of ownership deep in his body*

You are ... MINE, slave, barbarian, warrior, bodyguard, bed warmer. Just like I told you earlier, you are .... mine.

I'm the one who have just BOUGHT you, the captive.

I'm the one who is going to OWN you, the gladiator from now on.

I'm the one who is going to RIDE you, the barbarian soon to be proud housecarl until you're soaked in sweat and drained of cum from orgasms.

I’m the one who hold the key to your liberty, serve your effeminate master with respect and loyalty. Then one day, you may be raised to be my bodyguard, my steward or even rewarded with your freedom.

Stay where you are, you don’t get to kiss me now. We shall have our first kiss, first of many, after my steward bathed and cologned you. I intend to enjoy you fully at my place.

There, I'll caress your abs... like this. Press your hot, naked body up hard against me on my bed, like this. Let you feel my long silky smooth legs warped around your strong thighs inside my carriage. And I get to rub your sweaty pecs against my face as the imperial vessel sails across the sea. And I am going to hold my demi god tenderly and firmly in my palace, just ... like ... this.

*growls* I OWN you, fallen hero. You ... are ... MINE.