Temporary Collar

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh!, it’s original story and characters are the property of Kazuki Takahashi. This story is created for entertainment with no profit.
Title: Temporary Collar
Author: slaveO
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Main: Yugi/Atemu, Seto/Kisara, Jounouchi/Mai; Traces: Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, Anzu/Honda
Warnings: Hardcore BDSM (this will be as realistic as I can make it) Yaoi, light Yuri, light Furry (not who you might think)
Summary: After discovering his submissive side Yugi is sold to Atemu’s home where he goes through intense training and teachings of the BDSM lifestyle. Atemu has promised that if he should be pleased, Yugi will become a permanent slave. Is Yugi up to the challenge or will he find the lifestyle is just not for him?

Author’s Note: Greetings to Y/you all and welcome to my first story. i will be telling this story in POV because it is simply easier. I hope to update regularly and have the story completed in a few weeks. Be Well

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I kept my eyes to the floor as I kneeled before the group in front of me. The man who held the chain hooked to the collar around my neck had told me the position I was in was known as “nadu” where rather than kneeling you sit more on your heels but it is referred to the Gorean kneel. As far as I knew this was just procedure. I knew some of the Gorean positions but overall nothing more about the culture other than women tend to be the slaves. I was dressed in nothing more than a silk or loin cloth as I once called it covering my penis. I heard the numbers being said increased but did not dare to raise my gaze.

“Fifty thousand” said a stern voice whose feet seemed to be directly in front of me.

“Anyone wish to go higher?” The man who held the chain asked the men in front of me.

“Fifty-five” came a deep voiced that was followed with a malicious laugh. “My little Malik could use some company.”

I shivered slightly at the laugh. I was aware that a Master or Mistress could have more than one slave but I had hoped to be the only one to my new Master. I almost lifted my head to the whispering I heard in front of me.

“One twenty-five” said the stern voice once again. I blushed at the price. Surely I was not worth so much.

“No slave is worth that much, you win Atemu.” The deep voice said as he stood and walked away. I didn’t look to where he went but knew he left when the door slammed.

“To you then, Atemu. Thank you for your patronage.” The man pulled on my chain to get me to move closer to my new master. “Your slave, Sir.”

“Thank you, Otogi.” My new Master took the chain and I moved to kneel beside him. “Thank you, Seto. I will repay you for such a favour.”

“Think nothing of it, Kisara could use a companion in the home and we both are aware that Marik would destroy him.” The man beside my new Master said. My heart sank a bit at the idea of a companion but I would serve as best I could. “I do believe Marik wanted him simply because of the similarity to you. It would be a chance to hurt one who looks like you which would be the closest thing to dominating you as he could get.” The man called Seto continued.

“Yes, I do believe you are correct. Here Otogi.” My new Master said as, I assumed, he handed the money to Otogi. “His name?”

“Yugi. It was a pleasure Sir but I must be on my way. If there are any problems you know where to find me.” Otogi said as he walked away from the men. I finally was able to see the man that had brought me here. He was handsome without a doubt but I had to wonder what the man, Seto, was talking about when he said similarity. Did I look like my Master?

“Yugi, you may look at us. I have no rules in regards to avoiding eye contact except in regards to Marik. It would be best if you did not look at his face.” My Master said sliding a hand under my chin lifting gently. I gasped when I saw him. He looked just like me except stronger, a few more strands of blonde, harsher eyes that were gentle in his gaze at me and he would be taller. I looked to the man beside him and saw another handsome man. The other man was a brunette with cold blue eyes but his gaze seemed to be gentle as well. Master’s friend looked very tall and both were dressed in leather but Master wore a blue coat over his shoulders and Seto wore a long white trench coat over his.

“Stand.” Seto said looking at me.

I rose to my feet and stood in front of them lowering my gaze but quickly returned to looking at them. He motioned for me to spin so I did so slowly, raising my arm to hold the chain up allowing me to pass under it.

“What do you think Seto?” my Master said looking me over. I saw the lust build in his eyes but was unafraid. I was trained but still had much to learn and both men seemed kind but dominant as it should be.

“Definitely suits you Atemu. He will do nicely.” He nodded at my Master and crossed his legs folding his arms over his chest. “You are trained aren’t you boy?”

“Yes, Sir.” I said and he nodded once again. “I do have much to learn however.” I blushed slightly at the small chuckles coming from the two men. I lowered my gaze.

“Yugi, there is no reason to blush or lower your gaze from us. Everyone learns something new all the time. Tell me, why do you wish to serve me?” Atemu said gently.

“I wish to serve you because I wish to be able to pleasure you. It pleases me when you are pleased. There is a longing inside me to please the one I am with in any way I can.” I said as I folded my arms behind my back.

“Good answer. A Master slave relationship is all about mutual trust, respect and love. In submitting to me you must be able to have total trust in me but that does mean that you and I will have to discover your limits unless you have already figured them out?” He made it a question to which I shook my head. He smiled and continued “a true Dom knows how to push his slave’s limits. I am going to push you Yugi, I am going to really test how much trust you put in me. Does that frighten you?” Once again I shook my head no and he smiled again. “This is Seto, he and I live in the same home but it is large and might as well be two homes connected.”

A look of fear must have crossed my face as I thought about what Master said. I now had two Masters. I didn’t know what to think at first. I knew of shared slaves but had never thought it would happen to me. Seto looked at me a bit and waved his hand in dismissal understanding what I was thinking.

“I’m straight, Yugi. I merely request respect. Kisara is my slave whom you will be meeting. She is a nice girl although quiet. I’m sure you two will get along.” I smiled and nodded remaining silent.

“It has been a while since I’ve had a new slave so please ask any question at any time.” Atemu said rubbing his forehead with his fingers softy. I thought for a moment then came up with a few questions.

“I am allowed to interrupt if I do not understand?” I asked timidly to which both nodded. “Well, um...what should I call you both?”

“Master or Master Atemu is what I prefer unless you are uncomfortable.” I smiled and shook my head no.

“Yes Master.”

“Hmm...” Seto traced his fingers along jaw and rubbed his chin slightly. “Master Seto, Sir, Seto-sama, Kaiba-sama...whatever you wish as long as it is respectful.”

“I like Master Seto if that is alright.” I said to which he nodded.

“Remove the collar from your neck. I don’t like that one. I will get you another one.” Master Atemu said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “There are a few simply rules you must follow which will be adjusted, added to and a few removed as we get to know each other.

Rule One: Do not be afraid. You may ask any question at any time. If you are confused, ask for help and do not fear punishment for this.

Rule Two: You may sit anywhere you like as long as Seto or I are not in the room in which case you must either move to the floor or too a spot beside me.”

“If I enter a room to which you are seated upon a seat you may stay there as long as it is not in place of Kisara.” Seto interjected and Atemu nodded.

“When we have company you must move to the cushions on the floor. We are very relaxed about where our slaves sit but some of our friends are not. Therefore we respect them.

Rule Three: There is no dress code aside from denim. Kisara wears simple clothing because she is comfortable in such. We simply ask you to be comfortable. I am not a fan of jeans nor is Seto, merely a matter of preference. In your room you will find a closet with different arrangements of outfits, you will be instructed to which outfit for which company is here. The reason for this is simply because some of our friends are Gorean, which requires silks and some of our friends have strict dress codes. In my presence I request no shirt but it is not a demand or rule.

Rule Four: Sex will start out slow but you are only to have sex with me.”

“I’m sure Atemu will agree but you may play with Kisara however she has her rules. No penetration but you may enjoy other pleasures.” Seto interjected again waving his hand dismissively. He looked bored as Atemu nodded.”

“Yes I agree to that.” Atemu paused for a moment then laughed softly. “That is of course if you are interested in girls aswell.”

“I’m bisexual.” I said softly to which he smiled warmly and nodded.

“Rule Five is more for knowledge than an actual rule.” Atemu continued in his warm voice. “Our home is large and Seto and I do not wish to have more than 1 slave, at times we have had 2 so we have hired housekeepers. Your chores pertain to you and me. They are small such as keeping your things organized and tidying after you do something or eat something. This is simply so papers, clothing and dishes are not left everywhere.

I would like you to read the Story of O. It is a wonderful base novel to understand BDSM. Our lives and how we run our house is very different than what you might be exposed to. If you have any other questions please ask now.”

“Hmm...” I thought hard about everything that was said to me. It was so different than everything Otogi had told me. The three men had told me everything was so different. I was beaten for interrupting yet they had told me I was free to do so. Then it came to me. “What about punishment?”

The two looked at each other then back at me. Seto looked away almost bored again but he simply uncrossed his arms and toyed with his necklace. Atemu looked at me warmly.

“We adjust our punishment styles to fit the needs of the slave, as it should be. In the beginning punishment will be for specific breaking of the general rules. You do not need to worry about such things as of yet but don’t worry. Punishment is meant to correct the behaviour, not make you fear me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master Atemu.” I bowed low.

“Very good. Come, let’s show you around.” Atemu stood and I was right, he was taller than me. Seto stood next to him very gracefully and he was even taller than Atemu. The top of my head reached just past his waist.

“You’ll have to excuse me on this run, Atemu. I have a big meeting at the office. Welcome to our home Yugi I hope you enjoy it here as much as we do.” Seto walked out briskly stopping at the door. A girl I didn’t notice before came out and handed Seto a briefcase and adjusted his jacket for him. He kissed her, rubbed her cheek gently with his hand and walked out. She had long white hair that looked blue in the shadows she walked back into. Her skin was pale and she was taller than Atemu by comparison against Seto. She smiled at me, waved slightly and her soft voice chimed across the room.

“Is there anything you need Master Atemu?” She bowed low and her hair gently fell off her shoulders to the floor.

“No Kisara, thank you.” Atemu said as he turned to me. He smiled softly and undid the small buckle on my collar and removed it. “Come, I’ll give you one of my temporary ones than after some time together we’ll give you one more permanent.”

“Yes Master Atemu, thank you.” I blushed slightly. He was so kind, so much nicer than my trainer.

“So cute.” Atemu said as he brushed my cheek with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed me softly. I was taken aback but gently pressed my lips to his. He pulled away slowly. “Come before you distract me from helping you get settled in.”

I giggled as he took my hand and lead me to the door to the side of the chairs. My heart started to pound and my nervousness increased. This was my home. This would be my life. I wasn’t afraid, just nervous, excited and felt content.

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Author’s Notes:

This story is based off of my own personal experiences with some changes merely for entertainment. I do not have an editor except the one in the text document software so if you spot anything feel free to email me the error.

Please Review. It helps my writing get better.