Follow Me. (BOYXBOY)

Slave Play

The boys trekked over the dry dirt towards the slave stables. It was quite an expedition but since the destruction the whole land had been flattened and mountains, dips, rivers or valleys ceased to exist in their time. So the flat terrain without trees, flowers or wild life felt like it took hours to the stables.

To their surprise many of the slaves just fed. Scraps of leftover food and empty water bowls confirmed this. Unfortunately they were still filthy. But the Guard that watched and disciplined them was a pretty nice guy and Payne could usually get the Guard to hose a couple slaves off.

"Hey, Mikey boy, how are things going in the stables today?" Payne looked the man up and down in silent appreciation of his toned body, sparkling blue eyes and silky blond hair. "Little smelly, ya know? Yeah?"

"True is that, Justice. How many you boys looking to play with today?" Mikey leered into Payne's dazzling blue eyes, that sparkled like a star from long ago.

"Got any decent subbies, buddy? Two should do, yeah, Tieran?" Payne asked his partner in crime.

"Yeah, Payne. Two sounds 'bout right. Can you clean 'em up for us, Mike?" Tieran asked a bit shyly.

"Sure boys, ya wanna watch?" Mike asked with a mischievous sneer laced on his lips. I got two prime ones fer yas. Slave 582-A. He is a pretty boy. He is tall about your height Tieran, but very slender and with fine features. He's got them deep blue eyes that can eat you up too. Yum. I've had him a coupla times. Too skinny though for me, feels like I'd break him and can't afford the price if I did break him." Mikey chuckled. "Also got another one a bit bulkier green eyes that sort of just glare at you. But he does everything. Shorter too at about Five, ten. He be good for you Payne. Slave 517-A. You know my A slaves are the best."

"Okay, boys follow me." Payne and Tieran walked with Mike to the very end of the slave stables. The stables in Community Terrain 882-A carried the highest amount of slaves a community can have, twenty. The first few slaves they past were older, dirtier and much too skinny, even though they all got fed the same things as higher end slaves. The middle of the stables showed slaves in mid to late twenties. Some frail, some with muscles, but once again not the most attractive of the bunch. They finally reached the end of the stable and Mike went over to stable number 16, unhooked the stable door, then went into the stable to unlock the sturdy cage that the slave was kneeling. On the side of the inside of the stable hung a leash. Mike grabbed it. Locked in onto the collar of the slave. The collar, which was one of higher quality, due to it being made from one of the animal skin and pelts, rather than a scratchy human with hair to prick and irritate the slaves necks looked glorious on his slave's pale skin, Payne thought. Mike then yanked him out of his cage.

In a menacing voice Mike bellowed, "Slave, what is your number?"

Meekly, he replied, "517-A, sir."

"Slave, have you bathed today?"

"No, sir," was the boys sweet reply. Payne looked him over from head to toe and knew why Mike chose this slave for him. He has shimmering blonde hair that looks like a halo fell on top of his head. His bright blue eyes scream out to Payne, please get me out of here. Too bad Payne wouldn't and couldn't be his rescue brigade. And his slender taut body made Payne drool in anticipation. This slave should have been a potential. However, something within him must have sent a signal to his owner that cried slave. But Payne would never know this slave's story, all he was here for now is Payne's pleasure.

Mike pulled slave 517-A to stable 19. Mike proceeded to get that slave out and question him too. This one had not been cleaned yet either. Mike gave each potential their respective slave and told them to follow him to the wash bar.