ink and innocence // l.s.

one

to say louis had mixed emotions about the elite submissive academy was an understatement.

louis was a natural submissive, always has been. he's spent his life making others happy, pleasing and helping them with his generosity and good spirit. at the academy though, louis learned that you could please people in other ways.

he liked the academy because he had friends who did the same thing he did but he didn't like the supervisors. they called him names like twink, cockslut and breeder. the tiny boy had a rare condition where he could bare children, given the female reproductive system but no periods. he had the symptoms of pms, but no blood or necessary use of feminine products. just the mood swings, cravings and sleepiness.

louis thought they were mean. they thought louis was going to earn them millions. they kept the boy freshly shaved, forced him on a diet to keep his thick figure and made sure to put in his records that he was a special one, literally. he didn't want to go to someone just because he could get pregnant. he wanted a dominant that would take care of him, let him please them, fuck his brains out and then cuddle him afterwards. he wasn't an incubus, he had feelings and emotions and his current feeling was agitation.

"meanies," louis crossed his arms and slumped in his bed. "stupid mean supervisors. they're buttheads."

"what did they do now?" another submissive louis shared a room with asked.

"they put me on pills! and they know i hate pills!" he smacked his hands on the bed. "they're nasty and get stuck in my throat."

"why?"

"because they want to make sure i'm "fertile"," louis said with finger quotations. "so they have me on medicine to prove i can have a baby at any time."

"that's bloody crazy!" the girl across the room exclaimed. she was one of louis' friends, named ash. nobody knew her real name. she was found on the side of the road freezing to death and was brought to the academy because it was the closest thing that could provide her with food, water and shelter. she didn't protest against it, she was homeless and needy.

"i hope whoever my dom is doesn't make me take them," louis sighed. "i don't want this anymore. i want it out."

"huh?"

"my girl things. i want them gone."

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"put on your best clothes. you're lucky you lot aren't naked this round."

louis frowned as he padded to his room. the man was right though, he had to be naked for the last round of auctions and he felt like an ant as the superior men and women gazed at his little cock and bum. the unfortunate thing was that female doms couldn't have louis -- he specifically requested for males because he thought girls were weird and boobs creeped him out for some reason. plus the men were always prettier.

the submissive pulled a black long sleeved shirt over his head and some white shorts that clung to his thighs like super glue. they were his favorite shorts, they were cotton, comfy and even had tiny pockets so he could put his chapstick in there without worrying about keeping it in his hand. he settled on staying sockfooted. they didn't wear shoes around the academy, so he could either be barefoot or wear socks. he didn't want to show off his pretty pink toenails just yet.

louis walked to the auditorium with ash, a supervisor that was monitoring their hallway and a few more submissives. he was glad he settled on a long sleeved shirt because it was quite chilly in the large room. there were men and women of all ages crowing the area in seats holding tickets with their designated number on it. subs didn't have a number, the doms did so that when they entered their bid, it could be matched with the person instead of dealing with the struggle of who said how much and yadda yadda yadda.

louis sat on his knees before he was even commanded to. he was a fast learner and knew that to please his dominant, he had to follow rules and learn them quickly. some doms around here put on fake personas and seem all hearts and flowers when really they're the devil in disguise, so the subs had to watch out on their behalf and do as told so they wouldn't get punished.

"good afternoon, ladies and gentleman," one of louis' neutral supervisors, max, spoke into a microphone. louis wanted to look up and see who was there but he didn't want to risk getting swats to the bum. "thank you for attending our choosing of the month. we're delighted to bring about submissives of all shapes and styles, for you and your pleasure."

louis zoned out as max rambled about bdsm and what the lifestyle was (of course everyone in the room knew what it was, they wouldn't fucking be here if they didn't) and he just wanted to get this over with.

when he noticed he was next in line a familiar twist of nervousness flooded his veins. when he was told to stand, he did, with his head bowed and hands behind his back.

"here we have louis tomlinson. eighteen years of age, virgin, and quite the sub," max teased as he stood next to the boy. "five foot seven, blue eyes, fast learner and one hell of a pleaser. might i add he is one of the two hundred males in the world that can concieve."

louis frowned as he heard a bit of chatter and he really wished they would stop. he didn't like the murmurs, the whispers and the exasperated gasps. yes, he was different. no, it should not matter.

"for this one, we will start the bidding at ten thousand."

there were entrances of bids with numbers from the grown adults and louis heard a voice that melted through his ears speak up from across the room.

"i can give you a million, right here, right now," a man crossed his arms and nobody uttered a peep. they knew who he was and what he was capable of. lots of people feared the man for his high power and the gang he was a part of.

max flustered, "very well!" he smiled and didn't even bother asking for anymore bids. inside, he was boasting for the extravagant offer. his assumptions and thoughts were correct. louis just granted him a million dollars.

louis hated why.

"come up and retrieve your submissive, mr. styles," max said and the man's heavy boots could be heard thumping along the floor as he stood on the stage. he knelt down and gently lifted louis' chin, giving him a sincere, small smile.

"come on, love," he whispered and stood. louis stood with him and followed him out of the room to the reception area, where harry would take a fuck ton of money out of his pockets and claim louis as his.

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how was this for a start? (: