A one shot I wrote for someone who used to be my friend... It was suppose to be about Hiccup being sold on the slave market but written in first person. I hadn't done this before so I tried...

It was my first attempt to write anything suggestive. It sucks, but it was written on a dare... so it is, what it is.

I was bought and paid for.

The slave market was a ruthless place.

I was glad to be free of that place, but I had no idea what my new master would be like...

As I watched cash pass between hands, a tall man with dark hair walked toward me and put a leather collar around my neck. He then attached a long heavy chain and yanked it twice, making sure it was secure.

"You're scrawny, but you'll do. How old are you?"

"I-I'm seventeen." I responded, my voice shaking.

"Seventeen?" The man questioned. "You look like you're fourteen!" Barely hiding his amusement. "I'm Kam, by the way. I'm here to take you to the master."

Yanking hard on the chain, the man start walking quickly. Stumbling behind, I half walked and ran trying to keep up. The exhaustion of the last few days weighed heavily on my body.

We must have gone down about 10 streets before we hit a open area leading into a forest. The landscape grew thick with trees as we walked up the steep slope.

At the top of the large hill, nestled at the base of impressive snow covered peaks, sat a large wooden cabin.

We made our way to the front door and stopped. Attaching my leash to a small iron hook, Kam knocked on the large wooden door three times.

"Wait here," he ordered before turning and striding back down the partially snow-covered path we had just traveled.

Slowly the door opened. My stomach immediately went into my throat as I started imagining horrible things.

All those fears vanished when I saw the kind face of the man standing in the doorway. He was about five inches taller than me, and sported a beard - a biological trick I hadn't yet mastered. He was very fit and broad, like the sturdy base of a tree that had weathered all the elements and become stronger with each storm.

He looked at me and smiled. I couldn't help but be embarrassed, but I hadn't a clue why. It was like he was seeing into my soul and his smile was amused at the stupidity he saw.

"Welcome. Please come in." Stepping aside, he gestured for me to enter. Stumbling slightly over the threshold, I entered. Quickly removing my leash from the hook, he directed us to a large living room which had a warm fire burning in the hearth. The flickering light of the light cast long dancing shadows on the walls of the otherwise dark room.

Situated in front of the fireplace was a long, very-comfortable looking couch.

"Sit." the kindly voice directed.

"Yes, my m-master." I sputtered out.

I jumped out of my skin when a loud, "No!" suddenly erupted into the room. Stumbling backward I looked at my new owner with fear.

His features suddenly softened. "No, not master," he continued gently. "There is no master and slave here. Just call me Ben."

"Um, ok." I quietly responded. "Um, thank you... um, Ben."

I quickly sat on the friendly couch, glad to have the warmth of the fire as my friend after the long, cold walk to the cabin.

My new owner took a seat next to me and asked, "Was anything explained to you?"

"Explained?" I questioned stupidly.

"Yes, why you're here.."

"Um, I'm a slave. I'm here to do as you ask."

A smile crossed my master's face. "Good. Then we understand each other. We are here for pleasure."

'Pleasure?' I thought, my eyebrows peaking. It had been a long time since I had experienced any sort of pleasure, and certainly not with another person.