1386. The Slave Auction Meme

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[alotofadderall]

Stiles had no idea what to say. A grinning Lydia was standing triumphantly in front of him with a huge, hulking mass of a man. Lydia had always had slaves, ever since Stiles could remember - she'd bring them to school, let them carry her books. Stiles never saw her beat them or anything, so he didn't think much of it - all rich people had slaves. Stiles had never really wanted one - even if he had money, he'd rather spend it on a comic book. What was he going to do with a slave, anyway

[alotofadderall]

"Not many masters around here, Sam. Just Lydia and Jackson, mostly, and they do so enjoy being complete assholes." Stiles pulls into a parking space, gliding to a stop. "Whatever the case, I'm not going to ask you to service me or anything until after we get you some clothes, alright?"

[willneversayyes]

Sam looks confused at that.

"Would you not rather me be naked?" he asks. "My owners always told me to keep myself on display. That my master would prefer to see all of me."

[alotofadderall]

"I, uh...maybe later." Stiles smiles reassuringly. "I don't want you to be cold, Sam. You can always take clothing off if necessary."

[willneversayyes]

Sam nods, though he gets the feeling that Stiles just wants him to be covered up. But it isn't his decision to make. His master wants him to get clothes on, so that's what he'll do.

"I don't know my size," he admits. He's never worn proper clothes before.

[alotofadderall]

"Big," Stiles answers, blushing a little when he glances down at Sam's tight outfit. It doesn't really leave a whole lot to imagination. "Come on."

"Do, uh...do I have to use the leash?"

[willneversayyes]

"You don't have to do anything," he says softly. "But it's there for you to use."

The whole idea of his outfit is to leave nothing to the imagination. As a pleasure slave, he was supposed to be picked by his looks.

[alotofadderall]

Stiles takes Sam's leash, since it seems like it will make him feel a little better. He wraps an arm around Sam's waist, leading him into the store. "Pick anything you like. Your choice."

[willneversayyes]

Sam is unbelievably comforted by Stiles' touch, and it shows in his expression.

"Pick?" he asks, looking around. "Don't you want to decide what I'll wear?"

[alotofadderall]

"Nope! I want you to decide." Stiles repeats firmly, tugging at Sam's leash. "Go on."

[willneversayyes]

Sam looks around the store. He doesn't know what he likes. Doesn't have a favourite color or type of material. He's completely lost.

"Um....this looks nice?" he says, gesturing toward a pink tank top.

[alotofadderall]

"...oh my God." Stiles laughs softly, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. I'll pick out a bunch of stuff, and you try it on and pick whatever feels the best, okay?"

[willneversayyes]

"Deal," he says instantly. Having decisions? He isn't quite ready for that. Especially since he knows nothing about clothes.

[alotofadderall]

"Alright, come on. People are starting to stare," Stiles blushes and tugs on Sam's leash, leading him through the aisles. He picks up a bunch of cotton shirts, offering them to Sam.

[willneversayyes]

Sam accepts them, looking a little amazed at the softness of the material. Is this what regular people wear?

"I like these," he says. "Especially this one." He pulls a plaid button-up out of the pile, admiring it.

[alotofadderall]

"You can have as many as you want," Stiles promises, sliding the leash up his arm as he examined a huge pair of jeans.