Garden of Love (BDSM_ManXBoy)

Ch.1 The Auction

"Get up you filthy slave." The Slave Owner growled. He kicked his cage but all he heard was whimpering and the sound of his chains clinging against the metal bars.

"Number 1842, awaken immediately."

Still nothing.

"That means now, you disgusting vermin!"

The dirty slave bawled out crying.
"Number 1842? What the bloody hell is the matter with you! Get up now, the buyers will be here any second! Get your lazy, crying ass up, NOW!"

No answer, "Look, I'm trying to be patient today, now get up, don't make me have to ask you again..."

He slowly sat up in his cage and looked at me with his big blue pleading eyes.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, I'm...I'm up now sir." He said while intensely shaking and fidgeting around.

"What's wrong with you? Stop fidgeting."

The boys face flushed a deep crimson.

"What's the damn problem." He said, sounding bored.

"I... I don't know... It-it hurts.."

The Slave Keeper nodded and unlocked his cage, "How bad is it?"

"Not... Too bad Sir.." He mumbled, his eyes were downcast in respect.

"Look, you've got to be honest with me. I can't have a sick slave out for auction."

The slave looked at his toes and crawled out of the small dog cage, "It hurts.. It hurts a lot, Sir."

"Come," Otto, the Owner, grabbed the chain that connected to his collar, "Let's go to the doctor, walk quickly. You're going on stage in half an hour."

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Slave~

Dr.Shagg had no sort of doctor schooling in all of his life, yet he still has a "degree".

"What seems to be the problem." He asked, he smiled at me with his wicked, crooked teeth, "I haven't heard from you in quite some time... Number... 1842? Correct?"

I nodded, "Yes, Sir.."

He walked over to his glass cabinet, grabbing a bottle and a glass cup. He walked to the sink and filled the glass with tap water. "This should do the trick.. For now at least." He walked over to me while opening the plastic bottle. I gulped, wondering what horrible treatment he'll give me in order to make me,
"feel better."

"Take this." He opened his palm, and inside was a small, simple, pill. I grabbed it slowly, thinking this was some sort of trap. "Is this going to kill me..." I whispered. I tried hard to make my bangs cover my eyes fully so I can hide from him. He just crossed his arms and tapped his foot, "And... if it was?" He asked maliciously. I swallowed hard. "If... If it was. I'd still take it."
The doctor hummed out of curiosity.
"Then what's taking you so long." He spoke harshly.

I held back my burning tears, and took the pill.

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Otto~

"Come on out here boy!" 1842 walked out of the hospital room crying.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, it probably was that evil doctor of ours.

"He.. He said I was gonna die!" He cried.
I shook my head and sighed, "He was probably just messing with you. Now come on. We need to clean you."

The slave walked closley behind me, his chains clattered as it hit the floor with each step. "Sir.." I heard him whisper.
I stopped walking, "What?" He looked up from the floor and faced me. "What's a... A heat?" His face was flushed and his eyes were filled with something heavy. I watched as his chest fell and rose with each light pant that escaped his lips.

"It's.. Something that happens when you meet your mate." I speed-walked to the shower room. I heard as he tried his best to keep up with me.

"Uh- S-Sir? What's a mate."
I kept on walking, "You'll find out soon enough. Just come on!"

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Slave~

After my shower, which just consisted of them rubbing dish liquid on me and spraying me with a water hose, he explained what a heat was to me, but this time in more detail.

"Do you understand."

"Yes Sir.."

"Well alright then, if you get any...urges... Don't fuck someone on the stage."

I flushed again and nodded my head,

"Yes sir, I won't."

He nodded and opened up about thirteen more cages, "Get Out!" He yelled at them. They obeyed and quickly scattered out of their cages, among the crowd I saw my friend, Jamie, I gave him a smile, and he weakly smiled back.
Otto grabbed a long chain, that had fourteen shackles on it, one for each of our wrist. "Line up", he yelled. Jamie was first in line, then another boy, and I followed after. Behind me I heard people crying and sniffling.
They better stop, or we'll get beaten.

Otto chained us all up, one by one, and led us backstage. "You guys," he whispered, "are going to be in the category of Personal Sex Slaves, understood? It might be a long wait until then, so you may sit and rest for a while. Do NOT get dirty."

We all nodded our heads and sat on the ground. "You better listen out." Otto walked back into the main door, mumbling something about his break.
While the rest of the slaves chatted quietly about little things, I sat their, imagining what my new Master might be like.