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The old adage of “desperate times call for desperate measures" often rang true. But this was probably a more desperate measure than most would consider.

Life hadn't been an easy ride for Gilliam. His parents had always been a little nuts, never quite totally being at ease with his not buying into their religious fervor, and there were many times where he found himself in trouble that he didn't think he should be in just for saying things that didn't seem all that bad. He was home-schooled and significantly restricted in who he could play with, so he had little in the way of social life. He wasn't athletically gifted, in fact quite the opposite, small and scrawny and with little prospect of better, and while he wasn't stupid, he was no genius either.

All that might have been manageable, if not for one minor thing.

He'd tried to hide it as best he could, but his parents snooped like few others could. One day he'd gotten careless, and they found some evidence on his computer. He'd been forced to admit it to them - he was gay. To their eyes, it was one of the gravest sins imaginable, and he knew he was in for it. They were planning an exorcism, a violent one, he managed to find the model they were using and it called for him to be viciously beaten while in a sack, while a priest and others stood around him chanting. If he came out still gay, they would put him back in and do it again, until he was “cured" or died.

Needless to say, he didn't want to stick around for that. Having little in the way of possessions and few reasons to stick around, he hightailed it for one of the few refuges he knew he had: the digital world. He'd gotten to know of it a bit through the internet, a glorious place where one could be who they wanted without persecution, a world that wouldn't judge him for trivial things and would let him live his life as he saw fit. Naturally, it was something to dream about, and he had wanted to go there for a while, but knew he could never convince his parents, who saw it as something akin to hell. At that point, though, permission wasn't something he planned to obtain.

The night before the exorcism was to take place, Gilliam snuck out. Left no note, took what little he could carry in a bag with him, and made for the transfer point. It had taken him several exhausting hours, but he found his way there and made the trip - as far as he was concerned, a one-way trip. Among the strange creatures native to the world, the digimon, he found himself much more at peace. Not everything was ideal, but compared to where he was coming from, it was paradise.

But paradise still had its price. The denizens of the digital world had a culture centered around independence - no one dictating to you who you should be or what you could do. The flip side of that was, you were expected to make it on your own - not an easy prospect for a young adult with little in the way of social skills and less in the way of professional skills. If someone did help out in some way, it was only because they got something in return. Though Gilliam found a few souls who gave him some brief assistance without asking for anything, most of the time he found himself having to do some kind of job in return for food, money, or a place to sleep. And as he did it more, he knew that he couldn't keep going this way. Not that it still wasn't miles ahead of his former situation - there was no question he'd rather be in the digital world then back where they had been trying to kill him. But it wasn't a hard realization to come to that he wasn't ever going to get truly settled the way things were - if he wanted to really make it on his own he had to do something more than just scrape by every day. He needed consistent work, or a major windfall, something to get himself truly started.

Options were few for him. He was small for a human, there was no way he could compare to a digimon for physical labor. And anything especially mentally intensive was done by others who specialized in that. The simple jobs that were potentially available to him weren't enough to get him ahead of where he was. With several weeks passing and no progress made, he came upon an idea that he figured would work. It was a pretty extreme idea...but for Gilliam, few things could compare to the extreme he'd already lived.

It was first something he'd overheard - someone selling themselves to another person. He started doing his research, and found out what that really meant: a person could put themselves up for sale, be bought by another, and then be beholden to the buyer for a certain amount of time. It sounded like slavery, but somewhat different - only the person who was being bought could decide to put themselves up for sale, and there were limits on what you could do to them - nothing that was certainly going to harm them, nothing criminal, those sorts of things. And it was lucrative - he'd have more than enough money to make it on his own if he put himself up for a while, plus it would be kept for him until he was done, so he wouldn't have to worry about losing it or spending himself into debt. After a lot of reading, he was certain he could go into this safe in the knowledge that it would be good for him.

Just as he was about to start the process, he came across something else. One corner of the person market seemed to have a rather kinky bent to it - people selling themselves as sexual servants. For Gilliam, who'd never had sex and had only learned about it through the internet, the idea of doing this seemed like an extra rebellion against his parents as well as an exciting opportunity - such that he decided right then and there that that was what he was going to do. And he had a good idea of how to go about it as well...there were whole lists of people offering to buy, with prices and requirements and what they'd be asked to partake in and all that. A couple of the listings were looking for humans in particular, and one of them was asking after a small-framed human like him, with a good price on the table. The choice was easy.

Now he walked into the café, eyes darting around for his contact, his prospective buyer. Off in the corner, he saw him - a tall, muscular, leonine creature, rugged and manly, the kind of male Gilliam had fantasized about immediately when he'd started having fantasies. He was a Leomon, going by the name Tangre for humans. And when he spotted Gilliam walking over, well, anyone could see that he couldn't take his eyes off the prize. Those bright eyes practically bored into him as he took his seat in front of the lion man...and Gilliam was rather returning the gesture, drinking in the sight of the handsome creature eagerly. The fact that Tangre was several times his size was oddly exciting...he hadn't really had a good chance to explore his preferences beyond just imagination yet, but so far it seemed like everything he was seeing was working for him.

“So...you're Gilliam. I have to say, I wasn't really expecting a response to my ad...not enough humans around to make the odds promising." Tangre's deep voice was only adding to the sexiness, it felt almost perfect to Gilliam's ears. “It's very much a pleasure to meet you, as you might imagine."

“Likewise…" For being in this kind of situation, he was surprisingly non-intimidated. Gilliam had worried he might flake out from his own nerves when he actually got to the point of acting, but so far that hadn't happened. “I'm still getting used to how different everyone looks around here. It's not like the world I'm from, people mostly look the some there. At least, it's a lot less different."

“So I've heard. Do you like this about our world?"

“Yeah...it's pretty cool, it's like I never know what the next guy I talk to is gonna be. I like how different it all is. Plus, some of them look pretty awesome...like you."

Tangre grinned. “Glad you think so. So...what brought you to our world, anyway? It's not a place that many humans prefer to live, they mostly just visit. But if you're planning on being part of something like this, I get the feeling it's not a short-term thing."

“No, it's not. This place is my home now, or as close to one as I have. My parents would rather me be dead than gay, and they were perfectly happy to make that happen, so I hightailed it out of there. They won't ever try to find me here, they loathe this place. They say it's full of sinners and monsters."

“Well, they sound like great people."

“Yeah, the last thing I want is to ever have anything to do with them again. I thought about trying to find a sane family member but I don't know that there are any, and they didn't really let me have any friends that I could fully trust. So I figured, if I'm completely on my own anyway, I might as well go somewhere where that's appreciated."

“Sounds like a good reason to come here. I've heard other stories about humans who have come here to escape those sorts of things, usually younger ones like yourself. They're not bothered by the time dilation as much, and it seems they don't have as much issue with how different we look and how much more dangerous we can be...of course, most of us are only theoretically dangerous. There's some people who fight in the cities but most of us tend to keep it out in the wilds where it's easier to avoid collateral damage. You seen any of that?"

Gilliam shook his head. “Nah, I've tried to stay away from anything like that. Someone like me could get lost in the crossfire. Um...so, why are you looking for a human sex slave? It, uh, seems like you could get some whenever you want, you wouldn't need someone for that…"

Tangre let out a quick laugh. “Thanks for that...it's not that difficult, to be sure, but that's not why I wanted to do this. Honestly, I've always liked the idea of taking a human and making them my personal slut. Especially one that looks like they could be easily pushed around...no offense."

“None taken, I know what I am."

“It's just that they look so much more vulnerable...that's the part that gets me excited, that I could do just about anything to them and they wouldn't be able to refuse or anything. Though, I promise I'm no creepy fetishist, I wouldn't be doing anything really nasty...it's more just physical domination and control, those are the things I really enjoy. The contract will let you stipulate some things you absolutely won't do, but you can rest assured I won't just do everything that you don't refuse. Can't say that others won't be a little more creative…"

“Others?"

“Sure. If you're mine, that means I get to share you. You'll get to know me very well, but you're going to learn the anatomy of a lot of digimon if you become my slave. Some of which may make ME seem tiny. Thank goodness for perfect compatibility. eh?"

Gilliam was certainly glad for it, it wouldn't do not to be able to dive right in. “I see...um, and how long would I be your slave for?"

“Well, I'm of the feeling that we can keep up the arrangement as long as we're both happy with it. But it would be wise to occasionally re-assess where we stand...after all, I'm sure you'll tire of the lifestyle at some point, though I don't know how fast." Tangre leaned forward, still grinning. “I think a fair starting point would be a month…"

It didn't sound like much on the face of it, but Gilliam knew it was a lot bigger than it seemed. The digital world had a significant time dilation compared to the human world - a year in the former felt a lot longer than a year in the latter, even though in terms of physical aging they were equivalent. What would last a digital world “month" would feel more like several years...though he heard time would feel sped up after he'd been there a while, after his mind adjusted to it, so it wouldn't seem so daunting. “And...what would that mean for me?"

“About 2 million credits, I'd say. Considering you can buy a decent house for half a mil, I think you'd be more than set. Of course, you'd earn more if you stayed longer, though I couldn't promise to keep up that rate in perpetuity…"

“I don't think you'd have to." Even that number was making his head spin. He'd be set for a good long while after that month...if he wanted to go that route. Maybe he'd find he still wanted to be a slave for longer in the end, it was hard to say. “I...I think I'm gonna really look forward to this."

Tangre's grin widened, and a glint of excitement entered his eyes. “I'm certainly glad to hear that. Shall we make our way to my place, so we can seal the deal?"

“Lead the way, master."

“Getting into the mood already, I like that. But you can feel free to call me Tangre unless I direct you not to...I love hearing my name."

Gilliam nodded. “As you wish."

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It was a strange feeling, walking somewhere he could think of as “home" for the first time in quite a while. For once, he'd be able to get settled...granted, it wasn't just going to be nice and quiet, he would have duties to perform, and he'd be under the whims of his master once he was there, but it would still be a constant roof over his head without fear of being kicked out or taken advantage of (in a way he didn't allow). And he didn't really mind the idea of the arrangement...actually, he was rather looking forward to it. Tangre was sexy as fuck, serving him didn't seem like something he had to be forced into.

As they made their way there, Gilliam noticed a difference around him as well. Digimon generally welcomed humans overall but there were unquestionably some odd looks his direction when he'd come here, some derision, some hostility, and on occasion he'd felt threatened by them. Now, though, he didn't really feel worried, and they didn't really look hostile. He noticed a smirk on some of their faces...it was like they knew what was going on, even without a word spoken...was his behavior really that different already? Maybe he seemed deferential...maybe they just assumed that he was walking beside the Leomon because he belonged to him. It didn't really matter why, though...it was more important that he didn't feel worried about them anymore. They wouldn't start something with Tangre, he was sure of it...and that meant safety in his own right. He hadn't been in danger at all, but just the knowledge of how much stronger they were was intimidating enough...now he had some firepower at his back.

All told, he rather enjoyed the walk to the Leomon's house. And it was quite a place, too; it looked big enough for a family of five or six to be comfortable in, never mind a lone individual. Two stories, broad, solidly built, a bright orange color almost matching Tangre's fur, it put some of the nearby houses to shame. He couldn't help but marvel at it, and kind of lost himself until he heard Tangre snicker. “You like it, eh?"

“It's huge...I wasn't expecting something like this."

“Few people do. Good fortune and hard work have paid off for me...this was a pretty good size when I bought it, but I added a good bit of it myself...well, with help from friends and such, but I paid them for it. You'll get to know it pretty well...but first things first, you need to get to know me better."

“Yeah, no question…" Gilliam snapped out of his reverie and followed the Leomon inside. He'd have plenty of time to get accustomed...for now, he was almost as eager as Tangre to get down to business.

Once inside, Tangre led him up to a room on the second floor, a rather large and plush master bedroom decorated with lots of leopard print, some statues and other artifacts along the walls. Gilliam's eyes wandered around, taking in the sights; he had a feeling he'd be in here a lot, but likely wouldn't be having much time for sightseeing.

“I figured it made the most sense to start here," Tangre remarked casually. “This is my room, and I'll be bringing you here a lot. Your own room will be on the first floor...it won't be quite this nice, but I'm not going to make you live in a dungeon. The dungeon's purely for entertainment...though, you may spend a night or two here and there down there, if I feel like it. There are several guest rooms around as well...be prepared to be in them a lot as well, I have guests frequently and they will be allowed to use you as entertainment as they see fit...within limits, of course. I'll also want you to disable your anti-virus...I'll be the one who gets to decide what sticks and what doesn't."

“Yes, sir."

“Good, I like that kind of response." Tangre sat down on his bed, looking at Gilliam expectantly. “Now then...get those clothes off. And once they come off, they don't go back on. Around the house, under normal circumstances, I'll expect you to be fully nude all the time. Anything you wear outside, or for special situations, I will provide for you. You'll want to be ready for action at any time, and you'll be expected to provide no matter what. If someone else crosses a boundary that has been set, we'll address that at the time, but assume that you will be providing services until told otherwise. Now, I'm sure there will be more, but I'd rather not wait...so let's seal our contract now, shall we?"

“Yes, sir, Tangre." Gilliam couldn't have gotten out of his clothes fast enough; he didn't really care much about them at all, and didn't think he'd miss them at all. For all he cared, Tangre could burn them...he tossed them on a heap on the floor away from his bag, containing the few things he did want to have accessible to him. Tangre hadn't said anything about that, but he didn't think there would be anything in there that he'd have to take away.

In less than thirty seconds, he was nude in front of the Leomon, and stood in front of him for appraisal. Tangre liked what he saw...there was nothing impressive about the human, he was physically rather small and weak, devoid of significant muscle, and endowed meagerly even for a human. And that was exactly what he wished for...this human looked the perfect part of a slave bitch, and he was going to enjoy lording over him. “Good, good...now it's time to take care of me."

Tangre stood up and dropped his pants, the only thing he was wearing; his ample sheath was already showing the tip of his cock, and it grew robustly as he beckoned Gilliam over to him. The human knew that he was going to be big, he hadn't seen it but he knew digimon were rather ample...it still didn't prepare him for just how large the thing was, jutting out from his crotch like a new limb, making Gilliam's limbs look even more pitiful in comparison. The head of it was laced with barbs which were large enough to be clearly visible, and which looked rather sharp at first glance. It would have frightened him away had he not known about the perfect compatibility aspect of the digital world - if it could have sex, it could do so safely with any creature of any size.

“You like it?"

“I love it already. I need it…Tangre, can I have it, please?"

“Let's see what you can do. This is your first time having sex, isn't it?"

“Yes, sir...I've read a little bit of erotica but I've never done anything. But...I think I know the basics."

Tangre grinned at him. “You'll have plenty of time to learn, and I will make sure I'm a good teacher. Now then...your mouth."

“Yes sir." Gilliam stepped up to the bed as Tangre sat down on it; even sitting like he was, Gilliam had to be fully upright to even reach the end of his cock. He caught the strong scent as he leaned in towards it, getting a bit light-headed at the heavy, deeply masculine odor...it felt like it clung to his body, proving who owned him to anyone who might get a whiff of him. That was fine by him, it was probably better than his own scent, whatever that was.

The huge organ was a bit more intimidating as he wrapped his hands around it, he could feel the slight throbbing under his fingers, a dimly powerful sensation that sent his heart racing. But he wasn't going to let himself get the yips now, not when he wanted to make a good impression for his new owner. He opened wide and forced his mouth around the tip, feeling the barbs scrape against his mouth as he pushed it in. It felt like it was stretching him ridiculously wide, despite the lack of any visible distortion...a tough task for his first round, he was becoming very aware. He slowed down a bit and worked his tongue over the tip as he tried to adjust to the sensations, doing his best to provide some pleasure while he prepared. It seemed to be working, he could he quiet purrs from the Leomon, promising sounds that helped ease his nerves.

After a minute of steeling himself, he pushed down further on that cock. It felt like it was spreading him twice as wide as he was the further he pushed down, and it was becoming quite difficult to breathe, though he was never blocked off entirely. But weirdly, he was starting to enjoy it...the feeling was turning from uncomfortable to thrilling, it was pure proof of the power Tangre had over him, and it was exciting him more than he thought. Not to mention the taste of the lion, hot and musky, like his odor except so much stronger; he'd definitely get used to that.

A big hand pushed down on the back of his head, forcing him down further; he didn't protest or fight it as he was shoved down all the way to Tangre's sheath, his face buried in slightly oily fur saturated with musk. He moaned around that big cock, sending a buzzing through it that made it throb harder, a jolt of pleasure coursing through it and getting a growl out of Tangre. He kept Gilliam's head down there, and after a few moments the human got the hint and started to take action, trying to suck and swallow around him, his muscles undulating and tightening to provide a nice experience. He wasn't allowed up more than a tiny bit, all his work had to be with the whole thing trapped inside...but just the tightness was fairly effective, and what little motion he had was doing just the trick for Tangre.

It was mostly improvisation, Gilliam didn't know what really he could do but he just tried to act however he thought it might help Tangre get off. Minute after minute ticked by, his head starting to spin a bit from low oxygen, but never getting beyond a slightly woozy feeling, and his moaning, muffled as it was, was getting louder and more frequent. He felt like he could have stayed there forever if demanded...but he wasn't going to have to. Suddenly Tangre let out a growl, and putted him up off his cock, leaving only the tip inside his mouth. The heavy panting could only have meant one thing...with just the tip there, he worked his tongue all over those barbs, bending and flexing them and teasing the slit at the very end.

That did the trick; Tangre let out a snarl and started shooting into Gilliam's mouth. The first pulse was already more than he could handle, and it only got more furious from there; as more pumped in, it was forced mainly down his throat, filling him with the thick cream. Its taste was incredibly powerful, like his cock except thicker, saltier, heavier, leaving him dizzier than the lack of air during the blowjob ever had. And he didn't want to waste a bit of it...even though his swallowing was overridden by the force of the fluid surging into him, he did his best not to let most of it come out of him by keeping himself clamped down as hard as possible. Plenty still escaped, there was only so much he could do...but he'd had more than his fill by the time Tangre's shots tapered off into a dribble.

“Haah...not too shabby…" The Leomon grinned down at the sight; already his new slave looked like a messy slut. “Not much in the way of technique but good raw effort, not fighting me going down all the way. Never expect me to go easy on you, even to start...you'll be expected to perform like an expert from the start with anyone."

“I understand, sir. I don't mind...I actually enjoyed it, I think I'll like being treated rough."

“Well, I'm going to find out for sure." Suddenly Tangre grabbed Gilliam and threw him onto the bed face-down. The human barely had a chance to get his bearings before he felt that cock plunge into his ass, not even the most modest mental preparation offered to him. It was a jolt to his system, being invaded for the first time, split open on a dick that should have been far too big for him, forced to take it to the hilt right off the bat. Tangre let out a fine rumble as he felt the tight passage wrap snugly around him, giving his cock a massage he'd been wanting for ages...oh, yes, the human bitch was perfect, he was going to have a lot of fun with him.

Gilliam clenched the sheets as Tangre started to ram into him, raw speed and force like he'd never even imagined or fantasized about being used to pummel his rear. And he was loving it; there was insane pleasure coming from the drilling in his ass, the raking of those barbs against his walls, the thumping of his prostate over and over by the huge shaft, the stretching his body was getting, the sheer power being used on him. It took only seconds before he climaxed, crying out as cum was forcefully ejected from his cock, the pressure almost feeling like it was making him shoot every time he was thrust into. It caused him to tighten down even harder on the invader, giving it even more of a squeeze than before.

It didn't even slow Tangre down, and he kept humping on and on, keeping the pleasure on Gilliam and making him see stars. Even as his orgasm faded he felt like he was on the cusp of another one, his own dick never losing a bit of its hardness throughout the wild ride. He pushed himself to hold it back, trying to at least get closer to the end of Tangre's stamina before losing himself again...he didn't realize how long the Leomon could go for, it felt like ages before he seemed even on the cusp of it.

By the time he heard heavy panting and felt the pace shift from fast to frenzied, he couldn't hold it any longer. Breathless as he was, he was still able to release a moan as his second climax overpowered him, getting more of his sticky seed onto the bed and smeared against his body. Jerking and writhing, tightening harder than ever, he felt his mind almost go blank from the combination of pleasures, relentless as they were from Tangre's incessant humping.

But even he had to finish up at some point. A loud roar was issued from deep within him as he hit his peak, his thick seed surging into the human's guts and filling him up quite effectively. Gilliam felt like he was going to swell up from the load, it felt like so much was being forced into him, very little of it being allowed to squeeze out from around the lion's huge cock. All if it was so intense, yet so satisfying...he loved the sensation, the feeling of being pumped up beyond any reasonable limit, so utterly overwhelmed and drained and completely loving it. He simply laid there, letting Tangre use him as a receptacle for his cum until he ran out of fluid to inject into him.

As Tangre pulled out, a trickle of his thick seed leaked out onto the bed; most of it was kept reliably inside as Gilliam tightened back up to his baseline, but there was still a nice tickle at his hole as a little bit dripped out. “Rrr...yeah, that was the stuff. Looks like you enjoyed it as well, eh?"

“Y-yeah…" Gilliam rolled onto his side to look up at Tangre, a somewhat distant look in his eyes. “I, er, came twice...is that...a problem, Tangre?"

“Heh, not at all. Some guys might enjoy that sort of denial all the time, but I personally prefer to see my bitches show how much they enjoy getting fucked. Might do some denial play every now and then, and other guys might do that, but unless I say otherwise, you're free to shoot off as often as you want. Not like you're going to make much of a mess with that pea-shooter anyway."

“No, sir...thank you, sir. You were so wild, that was amazing…"

“Well, that's good to hear. Had to know if I was gonna scare you off with that...you've passed every test so far, I think you'll do just fine. I certainly won't be that rough every time, but you had to know what you might be getting...if you can take that, anything less is a cake walk."

Gilliam nodded. “It was a lot of fun...I'll be more than happy to take you rough any time, Master Tangre. You and anyone else who wants it."

Tangre gave him a toothy grin. “Excellent...I'm going to really enjoy you. We'll get the formal contract squared away before the day's done, but as far as I'm concerned, pumping you full of my seed was the official seal. You're mine now, and I'm gonna make sure you love every second of it."

“I don't think that'll be too hard, sir." This was just the first taste of what living as a sex slave would be like...and Gilliam couldn't wait to see all of what it had to offer. If it was this good all the time, the only challenge would be breaking away from it...and he wouldn't have to worry about that for a long time.