A New Slave
 

Elias strode through the halls, going over his mental checklist. The auction house said he was supposed to be getting a new slave today. They wanted it trained to his usual quality, which was excellent. They were willing to pay their usual price for his services, which was also excellent. He knew they made quite a bit more profit off the slaves, but he preferred his money upfront. It was steady that way. More stable than taking a percentage of his ‘products’.

He had a large house for the purpose. Actually, more like a small mansion. He had help to come in and clean, cook, take care of anything necessary. They all left at the end of the day, ensuring privacy with his new jobs. He made sure all his equipment was clean and ready to use, the cook was preparing the day’s meals. Everything was ready.

“What time did they say the shipment would arrive?” he questioned, looking for the message that informed him of his next job. He was a little eager to have something to do with his time.

James blinked, as he looked around frantically. He had a piece of tape over his mouth, and had his arms handcuffed behind his back, and his legs spread apart. He was blindfolded, and couldn't see, but judging by the little movements he could make, he figured he was in some kind of box. "Where am I," He wondered, trying to relax and ignore a few bumps in the road. "I'm in a car," He decided, before feeling it come to a stop. He then felt the box be lifted, carried, and set on something hard. He heard a knock, unsure what that was.

James had little memory of his past. He knew his environment, and knew what objects were, but as for his history, he didn't have a clue. He had no idea who his family was, or even if he had one. All he could remember was waking up his present condition, around maybe a day ago. Time was hard to figure when he was trapped like this. His stomach rumbled, "He was hungry," He decided, looking around, wondering what was going to happen to him next. He was also very thirsty.

Elias hurried to the door, opening it. 'Ah, the delivery man,' he thought, pleased. He signed the paperwork, and had the man bring in the crate. It was set down in the main room. The man left with a nod from Elias. He had a crow bar on hand, an essential of his, and opened the top of the box. He brushed a lock of long black hair behind an ear as his blue eyes peered inside, curious about his new project.

James blinked as light came in, intruding on his blindfold. It was still dark, but a lighter shade of darkness. "Mph," He made a slight groaning sound, his covered eyes moving frantically. Once the top was opened, you could see his body more clearly. He had brown hair, short and messy from being in the crate for so long. He had green eyes, not that you could tell, and a short flat nose. He was around five foot, six inches tall, and was currently naked. He was also thin. If James had to guess, he didn't think he weighted more then eighty pounds.

Elias frowned. Oh, the boy looked cute enough, and the restraints were all standard to what he was used to. But he was so thin! He'd complain to the auction house about that. Masters wouldn't choose a little twig. They will naturally get their pets scrawny if that's what they wanted. That meant Elias would have to be sure to feed him. He sighed, stepping back from the box. A swift kick to the side and the box fell over. He went around to the opening, reaching inside to haul the boy out.

He kept the restraints on, for now. First the tape went, then the blindfold. He took the other's jaw in hand, looking over every angle of his face. He refrained from smiling. "Hello there. Do you know why you're here?" It was best to see how lucid this boy was now. He could plan what to do first from there.

"MMM," James growled as the box tipped over and he landed on his head. A bump is sure to have formed if he didn't get to rub it in time. But, before he had time to think, he felt himself be grabbed and pulled out of the box. "Mmmow," He groaned as he felt the tape being pulled from his mouth, then the blindfold being removed. He blinked a few times, trying to get used to the now large amount of light. It was blinding. Slowly an image of a face appeared to him. One with black hair. He blinked a few more times and reliezed he had spoken to him. "No, where am I?" He asked, looking around.

Elias's lips twitched, thinking. It was best that he was firm with him from the beginning. If he tried to be soft and ease him into things, that would create problems later. "Not important," he responded to the other's question. "Stand up," he said firmly, stepping back to allow the other room. He didn't remove the handcuffs. "You may call me Master. You're here so I may train you... on the proper way to be a slave." He watched the other, waiting for a reaction. He had a good half-foot on him in height, and enough muscle strength to deal with anything he might try. Not that you could tell. His clothes did a good job of hiding the wiry muscle underneath.

James groaned, and tried to stand up, making it to his feet, before falling again. After being in that box for so long, his legs were locked up and completely asleep. He blinked a few more times, still adjusting to the light as he tried again, this time standing up. "A slave," He asked in a cute, almost pitiful voice.

Elias felt a thrill go through him. Oh, he was so adorable. This job would be so much fun. But, he kept himself calm, expression blank. "Yes, a slave," he nodded. Seeing that the other was on his feet, and steady, it was time to move on. "Follow me," he commanded, starting for the kitchen. He kept an eye on the other, making sure he didn't run off.

Their wasn't any problem with James running off. He was far too curious and nervous about his current situation to even think about running off. He followed behind him, wobbling a little, but keeping up. The room he entered was a normal kitchen. "Why'd you take me to the kitchen master?" He asked, looking at him with a slight cute look.