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As Sesshomaru walked through the human market shop, he internally sighed. He hated coming to this human village. He hated seeing what they considered priceless items but was nothing but junk in reality. Sesshomaru eyed what one merchant was selling and could tell the buyer was conning the said merchant. Sesshomaru did not understand why his father sent him on an errand when any other of his father’s advisors could have come this way.
As Sesshomaru made his way to his destination, his gaze wandered to a row of humans. They were all bound, heading towards a center stage. He noticed the humans were all tied together and wearing short jumpers that showed far too much skin. The jumpers held together by a single knot over one shoulder and barely covered their bottoms. Interested in what was going to happen, he stopped to observe.
A large burly man made his way to the stage and bellowed out, “Alright, my good friends; I have the latest batch of slaves for your picking! I got men and women! Take your pick!”
Sesshomaru watched as the large burly man waved one guard over. Then, the guard dragged a woman over, pulled her to the center pillar, and tied one of her hands to the post so she could not escape.The woman looked no older than 20; she looked around terrified and shaking.
The large burly man started taking bids. One bidder asked to see her nude, to which the guard pulled her strap down on her jumper, revealing her body to the crowd. Sesshomaru shook his head, disgusted, hearing men from the crowd cheering and the bidding resuming. The woman tried to hide her body, but the guard slapped her hands away. The woman stood still, silently weeping. The burly man took the last offer, and the guard took the woman away to meet her new master. Sesshomaru, feeling nothing but contempt for what was happening, turned to leave. He started walking away but stopped dead in his tracks by the following words of the burly man.
“Alright, everyone, my next item is a rare specialty. His current master died, so he is ready for a new master. He can do anything you want, and I mean anything. They have trained him in kitchen work, tending to your crops, but he can pleasure you in ways you cannot even dream of. What I have here is a pleasure sex slave, and he is a rare breed as well. I present you the hanyo!”
Sesshomaru’s head whipped around to look at the stage and was astonished to see an inuhanyo led to the post. Sesshomaru turned fully to take in the hanyo. He looked young; he had puppy dog ears sitting on top of his head. His hair was long and a white cotton color, and he had amber-colored eyes. He also wore the ridiculous jumper and a beaded collar around his neck. He saw the hanyo keep his head down and hunched his shoulders as though he were trying to make himself seem smaller.
“A hanyo! Won’t he hurt his master?” Someone from the crowd yelled out.
The burly man answered. “He is docile and completely submissive. They have beaten any forms of aggression out of him when he started walking. He has been a slave his whole life. His parents abandon him. He was fortunate enough that someone found him, took pity on him, and put him to work as a slave; otherwise, he would have been eaten or starved to death. Since hanyos have no place in either human or youkai society, he’s trained to be a slave.”
Sesshomaru knew that the burly man was correct. They immediately killed any hanyos born because no one would accept them into either society. Any hanyo born would be nothing but a burden on their parents.
The burly man continued, “As I said, the hanyo can do anything to please ya and answers to any name you give him. He doesn’t have a name, so you can call him whatever. You can do anything you want to him; he won’t fight ya.” He then walked over to the hanyo and roughly yanked on his hair, causing the hanyo to arch back, and for a moment, Sesshomaru saw a flash of pain cross the hanyo’s face before it disappeared.
“Now be a good little bitch and take your jumper off so everyone can see what you have.”
Sesshomaru watched the hanyo nod. Once the burly man let go of him, the hanyo slipped the knot of his jumper over his shoulder, allowing his jumper to fall to the ground.
“Come forward and turn around to let the crowd see ya.” the burly man said, leering at the hanyo’s body.
Again, the hanyo did as he was told and turned around, allowing the crowd to take in his fully nude body.
From what Sesshomaru could see, the hanyo was attractive but also underweight. It appeared they did not feed him every day.
“What did I tell ya! He won’t fight ya; he will do as commanded by his new master. Hell, he’ll probably suck your cock on the way home if you ask him to!” The burly man said, laughing at the last part.
The crowd started laughing too, and one spectator yelled out, “Have they have fucked him, or does he do the fucking?”
“He can do both, but from my understanding, all his past masters have been men, and because he’s so pretty looking, I’m sure he’s the one being fucked and sucking cock.”
The crowd cheered and murmured among themselves.
“So, what’s my starting bid?” The burly man yelled out.
Sesshomaru listened as the bids started calling out. Then he focused his eyes on the hanyo that was still nude. The hanyo kept his head down and his arms to his sides. He never moved. Sesshomaru knew this was not his problem. There was no place for a hanyo in either world. It was better off to kill the hanyo to save him the misery of being a pleasure slave. He closed his eyes and knew he needed to walk away. Whatever happened to the hanyo was none of his concern. When he opened his eyes, it surprised him to see that the hanyo was looking at him. Although the hanyo immediately looked away, putting his head back down.
In the amber eyes of the hanyo, Sesshomaru only saw pain and sadness. Then, knowing that he could do nothing for the hanyo, Sesshomaru turned and started walking away. As he walked, he could hear the crowd still bidding, and his demon hearing could hear nothing but the obscene comments the spectators were making.
“Look at his tight ass; you know he can take it.”
“I can’t wait to have his mouth on my cock.”
“I can use him to entertain my guests!”
“I wonder how many cocks he can take in a single night?”
“Can you imagine the things you can do to him, considering he won’t fight ya?!”
Sesshomaru could feel his anger coming to the surface. No one deserved that kind of life, not even a hanyo. He knew he should leave the hanyo as he was. However, when he had looked into the eyes of the hanyo, even though it was only a moment, it was enough for Sesshomaru to realize that the hanyo deserved better than the life of a pleasure slave.
“Damnit to hell,” Sesshomaru muttered under his breath and turned back around and yelled out the highest bid that he knew no one could top.
The crowd fell silent, and Sesshomaru saw the last bidder glaring towards him.
“Sold to the silver hair demon in the back!” The burly man cheered out when all other bidding ceased.
Sesshomaru made his way to the side of the stage to collect his new slave, thinking about how he would explain this to his father. Once at the stage, Sesshomaru watched as the guard led the hanyo over to him. The treasurer stood waiting to collect a payment, to which Sesshomaru pulled out a bag of coins from behind his armor and handed it over. The guard saw that the treasurer was pleased and held out the ties around the hanyo wrists to Sesshomaru.
“Remove those,” Sesshomaru stated, looking at the ties in annoyance.
The guard shrugged his shoulders and cut the ties from the hanyo, and left them standing there as he went back to the auction.
Turning to the treasurer, Sesshomaru asked, “Is that all? I wish to be away from this disgusting place.”
The treasurer signed a form and handed it over for Sesshomaru’s inspection. It was a document entitling Sesshomaru as the owner of the hanyo pleasure slave—a legal contract in this part of the country.
“Everything is in good order, sir. Have fun with your new slave; he has a talented mouth and a perfect ass for fucking. Trust me, I know from experience.” The treasurer said, smirking, then walked away.
Sesshomaru could only criticize the man internally as he walked away for saying such lewd and vulgar things in his presence. Then, shaking his head, he turned to look at the hanyo. Looking at new his new slave, he asked, “What is your name, hanyo?”
The hanyo answered while keeping his head down, “Master has not given hanyo a name. Hanyo will answer to whatever master would like to call me.”
“You have no name at all?” Sesshomaru inquired.
“No master, they abandoned hanyo at birth. As told to hanyo by each master, hanyo is not worthy of having a name. Hanyo is hanyo, or whatever master would like to call hanyo.”
“How many masters have you had?”
“Many,” the hanyo answered.
“How many?”
Sesshomaru could see that the hanyo was becoming nervous when he started fidgeting and could smell the fear emitting from him.
“Hanyo does not understand by how many. Hanyo sorry! Hanyo will accept any punishment master sees fit to deliver!” The hanyo exclaimed, dropping to his knees, pressing his hands and forehead into the ground in a show of submission.
Sesshomaru seethed, “Get up now!”
The hanyo immediately stood, keeping his head down.
Taking a deep breath and needing to confirm if his line of thinking was correct, Sesshomaru held up his hand and pulled down three of his fingers.
“Hanyo, look at my hand and tell me how many fingers I am holding up.”
Sesshomaru watched as the hanyo slowly raised his head and looked at his hand for the first time.
Seeing the confusion on the hanyo’s face, Sesshomaru knew he was correct.
“Hanyo does not understand.”
‘He does not know how to count.’ Sesshomaru thought to himself, which would make things very difficult. If the hanyo did not know how to count, he wouldn’t know how old he was or passage of time.
“What did your last master call you?” Sesshomaru asked.
Sesshomaru watched as the hanyo answered, lowering his head once again, “My last master called me whore.”
Sesshomaru bit back the growl of annoyance at hearing the answer. Closing his eyes and calming himself, “Fine, I will call you hanyo for now until I can think of something more suitable.”
Hanyo bowed and answered, “Yes, master.”
Sesshomaru blanched at hearing him call him master for the umpteenth time. “You will not call me master, is that understand?”
There was the smell again, the smell of fear emitting from the hanyo.
Sesshomaru watched as the hanyo’s head shot up, and a look of panic crossed his face, “But master, it is unheard of for slaves not to call their masters master! Has hanyo displeased you? Hanyo begs forgives and will call master whatever he wishes!” The hanyo rushed out, bowing low to Sesshomaru, waiting for his command.
‘I should have let that other seller purchase him.’ Sesshomaru thought to himself. This was going to be much more complicated than he thought. Rubbing his forehead, Sesshomaru sighed.
“Hanyo, you will not call me master, but you can call me my lord. Is that understood?”
“Yes, my lord. Hanyo understands to call you my lord until otherwise told.” He said, still bowing low.
“Good, now let’s be on our way.”
As Sesshomaru led the way back to the merchant, his father wanted him to see, he realized he could not bring this hanyo slave with him. He was technically on a diplomatic mission on behalf of his father. Stopping in his tracks, Sesshomaru pondered what to do with the hanyo.
At that moment, his trusted vassal Jaken emerged.
“I am sorry for my delay, m’lord! The crew is working on restocking the ship as we speak.” Jaken said, while bowing to him.
‘The hanyo should be safe with Jaken…..’ Sesshomaru thought to himself.
“Jaken, take this hanyo and watch over him until I return.”
“M’lord!?” Jaken exclaimed out in shock, not even noticing the hanyo until now. “Why do you not simply kill the hanyo now to rid the world of his existence and end his sorry life?” Jaken said, looking at the hanyo with utter disdain.
“You dare disobey your lord?” Sesshomaru said in a low voice, raising one of his claw hands in a threatening pose.
“No, m’lord!! Your most humble servant does as commanded!” Jaken said, while kissing the ground because of how low he was bowing.
“Hanyo, you will do as my vassal Jaken commands while I am away. Is that understood?” Sesshomaru said, stepping very close to the hanyo to gauge his reaction. The hanyo answered, “Yes, my lord,” while keeping his head down.
“You will look at your lord when you answer him, hanyo.” Slipping a clawed finger under the hanyo’s chin and bringing his amber eyes to his.
Sesshomaru felt a shiver go through the hanyo as he whispered out, “Yes, my lord.”
‘Interesting….’ Sesshomaru thought and then departed, leaving the hanyo in Jaken’s care.
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