Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. It features non-consensual scenarios of BDSM and slavery. Real BDSM is based on trust and communication. It is safe, sane, and consensual. The events in this story are none of these things. If this does not appeal to you, do not read. The author does not condone the behavior in this story in any way.<br /><br />So yeah. I&#8217;m going to try and do every Kinktober prompt this year. Don&#8217;t know how long I&#8217;ll last, but I&#8217;ll give it my best shot. And I figured out how to post directly from my phone again! Yay!&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>(Great timing, since my wi-fi crapped out on me).&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, this is a new entry into my Legalities setting, where bondage slavery is legal after a series of societal breakdowns messed things up for everyone. This is a little half-baked, but the idea of owned athletes has been kicking around my head for a long time, so here we are. I doubt this will ever be my most popular story, but I think it works pretty well for the short time it took me to write it.&nbsp;</div>