A Dance of Sight and Sound [M]

[Chanda Sen]

A flash of white cloth, a streak of dark hair, the soft jingle of metal on metal, a low voice singing softly. All these sights and sounds were present on the busy streets of the slums.

Chanda stood wearing a white scarf around his neck and another around his waist, the ends of the scarf trailing down over his body. His neck and wrists were adorned with jewellery, clinking together with each exaggeration movement.

He was putting on a show, waiting for someone to approach him, to either throw food or coins at him or ask him into their hut for an hour together.

So far he had collected a few coins of little worth and had been the bed partner of two of the more mature women of the slums.

He just hoped that he could find someone willing to pay him a fair amount.

[Asar]

It had been a few weeks since since he had first bedded someone. Since then his nights had been filled with hot fantasies of the whore, and a couple of other whores he had found. Neither struck him like the first. Made him want them and use them.

He had also been offered a few of his brothers slaves. But the idea of bedding a woman made his skin crawl. They were who you had when you were married and needed a heir. Why start fucking them now?

His nights had also been filled with tantrums and vases shattering on the floor. He had been trying to find the whore, wrapped in the idea that he wanted him as a slave.

But that meant searching for him in the unknown slums. Large men would smile crookedly at him, and old woman collapsed at his feet. It left him feeling unsettled.

Which is why he almost leaped with joy when he finally saw the whore again. Dancing like last time - more beautiful then what he imagined in his fantasies.

Although, he would definitely look better clean and finely decorated with a collar around his neck.

"Whore." His wide and excited eyes only on the taller male, he reached out a grabbed his wrists, wanting his attention only on him. "I want you."

His lips trembled as he grinned, almost not believing he found him. It must be a sign of the Gods.

[Chanda Sen]

The older man was in the middle of a spin when the hands enclosed around his wrists.

Unable to stop the movement immediately, he dragged Asar a little, one arm snapping out to wrap around his waist so he did't tumble to the dusty ground.

His golden eyes widened a little. It was that boy. The rich one. He still had those golden coins. He was reluctant to use them right now; saving the would do him some good.

"Then let's go back to my hut." Wanting him. Wanting to bed him. Chanda didn't think he wanted any more than that. He was just a whore.

[Asar]

Asar stumbled as he was pulled, hands grabbing onto the other males shoulders to keep himself steady. Panting slightly in excitement and from the surprise of the slight stumble.

Regaining his senses, he shook his head wildly. He did not want to just bed him, only to lose him again. What if he could not find him for weeks on end. Months even? Besides, he did not like the sights, sounds and smells of the city - least of all the slums.

"No, I mean I want you." He pressed his body closer, hands smoothing the skin of his neck to cup his face. "Own you."

[Chanda Sen]

Own you.

No. The idea of being owned sent a cold shiver of disgust down his spine. He didn't want to be owned by anyone. He liked being free to do whatever he wanted. Being owned and governed by someone else set him on edge.

But Asar was rich, the more practical part of his mind supplied.

He was rich and he could keep him fed. If he belonged to a rich person, he would have the perks of that. He wouldn't have to beg and scrounge for his next meal.

Chanda pursed his lips, seriously considering his options.

"What's in it for me?"

[Asar]

What was in it for him?

He chewed his lip, too excited over the idea of owning him to think of what the other male would get out of it - or too convince him all, for that matter. He fooled himself in believing the other would just say yes on the spot.

"Well..." He glanced down to look at his 'clothing' - dusty with a fowl stench. And then at his jewellery - chipped and scratched, and poorly made.

"You will have better clothing, much like my own." He lifted the hem of his clothing to let the other male feel it. Silky and almost translucent.

"And much nicer jewellery. Not like the cheap stuff you wear. But the type that the high class would wear."

Not that he would own them. But the idea of wearing them would convince him enough, right?

[Chanda Sen]

He pursed his lips again.

He'd get to wear such nice things?

His fingers stroked over the soft material before brushing over the younger man's thigh.

Chanda was sorely tempted now. He could get some nice things working under Asar. He had always wondered what it would be like to wear such nice fabric.

"What would I do?" What job would he have if he accepted this position as the man's Slave?

[Asar]

A shiver ran up the boys spine and his hands clasped around the older males neck. He was leaning on him now, chest to chest and his chin resting on the whores collarbone.

"Sex, of course." What else would a whore be good at? "With only me."

His. Only his.

While he did own things, none of it was truly his. All of it being his fathers instead, which will then be passed on to the eldest brother. The idea of owning something that only he could touch made his lips stretch a little more.

"Take me too your owner."

[Chanda Sen]

Sex.

That was something he could do. He'd be kept well, fed, and allowed to have sex as many times as Asar pleased.

He liked the sound of that.

Master? "I d-"

Adaeze. He owed her a favour. Perhaps this could be it. Asar would 'buy' him from her. She'd get money, he'd get Chanda and Chanda would be treated well.

"She lives in the other side of the Slums. This way."

Chanda pushed the boy away and bent to collect his coin and the half loaf of bread that had been thrown at him.

[Asar]

Eyes wide and excited he followed the other male with a skip in his step. He clung back onto him, almost half worried he would disappear or change his mind.

He was so close to owning the whore. The one he had been poisoning his mind for the last couple of weeks. It made him giddy and he could not stop looking at him, now not noticing the intimidating people around him.

As he followed, he already planned what to do once he owned him. Bathe him first (he would leave that to the servants) then dress him properly with jewellery and fine silks before he bedded him. And again. And again. For as long as he owned him.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda tried to ignore the excitable boy clinging to him as he walked. Asar was like a little puppy. Over affectionate. Annoying.

He hoped that after the excitement of first owning him was over, Asar would calm down.

Either way, he'd have to deal with it. He'd soon belong to him.

He ran his tongue over his lower lip slowly as the brothel came into view.

[Asar]

Asar saw them heading towards a building. It was seedy. Mostly woman hanging around it with hardly anything on, or accenting there curves. He wriggled him nose, still not understanding the appeal of there bodies.

He turned to his soon-to-be slave.

"Is this it?"

He jumped on the balls of his feet, like a child.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda nodded.

"Yes. This is her business." Adaeze had helped him a lot at one point. He really owed her. He jsut hoped that Asar offered a high price for him so Adaeze could bring in a lot of money for herself. She definitely needed it.
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Apart from the initial explanation, Chanda didn't talk while Asar and Adaeze spoke.

He knelt at Adaeze's feet, head bowed, playing good little Slave. He could be such a good actor when he wanted to be.

Apart from Adaeze offering a challenge and raking in more than the initial offer, the transaction had gone off without a hitch. He was now officially Asar's Slave.

[Asar]

Asar dragged the whore - no, his slave - out of the brothel, not bothering with a thank you or a proper good-bye after a business exchange. He was still naive on those things. So much so he just gave her all the money he had, unable to count it.

He rushed though the streets, letting the slave lead the way.

"We have to go home first. Get you cleaned and dressed properly. I will also have to ask a slave to call the silversmith."

It took a while to get out of the slums reach the villa. No longer could he smell the stench of it that could almost taste it, or see the vile people bustling about. He entered it with ease, heading straight to the first slave he saw.

A young, ugly thing from up north. With fiery red hair and sunburn to match.

"Oi, slave." He frowned at her, disgust apparent on his face.

"Run a bath and clean this one up. He is mine and I want him presentable." He turned to look up at his slave, half hesitant to leave him so soon. "Call me once he is, and I will join him. Also, get the other red haired slave to get a collar before going to the silversmith. We need one, a nice one, for him."

Leaning up, he kissed his slave before leaving, leaving the female slave with her orders.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda followed behind Asar silently.

He hadn't left the slums in nearly twenty years; seeing the high class villas was a whole new experience to him. It was something new and beautiful.

And now it was his. Somewhat. He lived there now. That was enough.

The man's eyes trailed over the woman that Asar called over.

She wasn't beautiful but she was much more attractive than a lot of the people he had had to bed in the last twenty years. And she was the same as him; a Slave. The thought of being a Slave still sent a cold chill down his spine.

Chanda almost cringed at the thought of having to wear a collar. Great. Wonderful.

When Asar left, the woman guided him to the baths. They were so different than the dirty waters he bathed himself in.

And he took full advantage of them, thoroughly cleaning himself from head to toe, stripping away layers of dirt and gods know what else from his skin and hair.

The woman helped with the cleaning, running her fingers through his wet hair, rubbing a wet cloth over his dirtied shoulders.

Enjoying the attention, he turned his attentions to her. With naught more than a few sweet words and a little heavy petting, he had her pressed to the floor, laying on top of her as they fucked each other.

Chanda purred softly as he pulled away from her. That had been one of the few times he hadn't had to think about a clients pleasure. He had been allowed to think of his own pleasure first and he had come spectacularly.

The man slid back into the hot water, eyes sliding shut as he waited for Asar.

The woman, blushing deeply, disappeared for a moment, returning to kneel at Chanda's side to wrap a collar around his throat before scurrying off to find Asar.

[Asar]

Asar frowned a little as the girl slave stammered and flushed as she told him his slave was ready. He had half the nerve to shout at her, but he refrained himself. There was much more interesting things. He could deal with her later.

As soon as he entered the bathing room, he stripped and submerged himself into the water, feeling the days dirt wash off him. Eyes only on the slave, he pressed there bodies together, arms curling around his neck, oblivious from the previous activities that went on earlier.

He stayed still an silent for a few minuted, letting the steam get to his head and listen to the other males heart beat.

"Do you have a name?"

Normally a slave was a slave to him. An object that were brought a sold and made life easier. Also one more thing to show off power, wealth and status.

But, he guessed he could make an exception with this one. In his eyes he was different, beautiful in comparison to the rest of them.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's eyes slide half way open when Asar pressed close to him.

His eyes slid shut again and he relaxed.

Asar was his Master now. He could do whatever he wanted to him and Chanda couldn't complain. he had accepted this as his fate.

"Chanda," he muttered in reply.

[Asar]

"Chanda..."

It was a nice enough name. He was glad. If it was something that did not fit the man's looks, he may of had to of rename him. Most probably after one of the gods - one of beauty or dance.

Cheek pressed to the other males chest, his index finger traced Chanda's collar bone. He was all his. His property. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he grinned and he pushed himself between the other males legs.

He contemplated on giving his name - although he knew it was expected that he should only be called master to show discipline from their slaves. But he had heard his fathers and brothers more closer slaves call them their name once or twice behind close doors.

He drummed his fingers before looking up at the closed eyes.

"Mine's Asar."

[Chanda Sen]

The man's eyes didn't open again.

He laid against the edge of the bathing pool silently, letting the hot water soak into his skin.

He hadn't had a bath this luxurious is many years. It felt nice to finally feet piping hot water against his skin rather than the cool water he usually bathed in.

"Asar," he repeated in a lazy purr.

[Asar]

Hearing his name being spoken like that made a thrill course though his body. He planted a couple of affectionate kisses on Chanda's collar bone. Yes, telling him his name was definitely a good idea.

The water sloshed around as he pushed himself up, hands gripping his slaves hips. This kisses moved a little higher. Up the neck and along the jaw to then press against the other males lips.

He was still new to all this. But he had a little more experience. Enough to make him more confident as he kissed and a little less sloppy. Taking it slow yet firm to appreciate the other males lips and the taste of his tongue.

[Chanda Sen]

The man wanted to relax.

He didn't want a kid pawing at him in an attempt to get him to fuck him.

But he didn't get a choice.

This wasn't just any kid pawing at him. This was his Master.

When lips pressed to his own, he returned the kiss. He leaned into it a little, tongue lashing out over the boy's teeth. He gave soft purrs and pressed his body against Asar's 'needily'. One thing he could always pride himself on was his ability to act.

[Asar]

Asar grinned against the lips, feeling Chanda kiss him back and press up against him. His lower body, already flushed from the warmth of the bath, jerked down to meet his slaves hips.

The kiss was broken as he heard knocking at the entrance. Asar frowned, diverting his attention from the other male.

"Yes?"

A slave bowed and entered, holding out a piece of metal similar to the one around it's neck.

Asar snatched it out of the slaves hand, before dismissing the slave with a wave of his hand. He turned to his own private slave, the corners of his lips curling.

"Turn over."

[Chanda Sen]

The second time his hips thrust up against Asar's wasn't an act. He groan softly, hips grinding in a slow circular motion against his Master's.

Chanda gave a soft huff of annoyance when Asar pulled away from him. He had just been getting into it. Damn.

His eyes flickered open to glare at the Slave that padded across the room to meet with them.

He gave a soft hissing growl, barely loud enough for Asar to hear if he strained.

His eyes settled on the ring of metal in his Master's hands.

Obediently he moved so he was leaning against the edge of the large bath on his stomach, his back to the boy.

[Asar]

Asar smoothed his hands over his obedient slaves spine, leaning down to kiss the between the shoulder blades. Front or back, his slave was beautiful.

Pushing the hair (wet from the water, rather then from grease) out of the way, he placed the collar around the neck before locking it shut. He brushed his fingers along the line where skin and metal meet, lips stretching even wider.

The collar would leave enough room to breath. But it will rub and bruise the skin - especially if a slave never wore one before. And the slightest tug can leave the slave choking.

He has never seen a collar look so pretty one someone before.

Leaning down, he kissed the spine again, before laving his tongue over it. One hand pressed on the small of the slave back, before dipping to slipping his middle finger into the slave entrance - using the water as a lubricant.

[Chanda Sen]

He bit his lips when the collar enclosed around his throat.

It felt strange. He didn't usually have anything but a scarf - or occasionally a client's hand - around his neck. Feeling the constant pressure of the metal was strange.

He didn't much like it.

Chanda lifted a hand to touch the cool metal of the collar, grimacing a little. It was locked in place with no chance of being able to remove it himself. He'd just have to get over it and hope he didn't choke.

His eyes slid shut and he bowed his head a little, resigning himself to having to wear the collar.

His body jerked with a low moan at the unexpected intrusion of a finger. He hadn't expected that. This wasn't the same virginal boy that didn't know about sex. A virgin wouldn't have been so bold.

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