“This isn’t just about my desires now. My friends won’t be picky. As long as this one stays at my side every party we have.” At the words, Mr. S’s hand petted my hair like I was his service animal.
I couldn’t help but shiver in disgust. Hadn’t he gotten tired of me already?
“Very well. I shall see when the next auction is and get the items sent to you for your picking.”
“Perfect. You can take this one back. I need him tonight, with the older one. It’s time to expand his tasks.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I kept my sigh of relief contained as I stood, fixing the silky underwear back to where they belonged as I did so.
The guard waited until we were down the flight of stairs and well away from any prying ears before speaking. Even then, he kept his voice low.
“How are you doing, boy?”
“Fine, Sir.” There was never any other answer to give. It didn’t matter if I felt sick or tired. I was expected to be ready for service at any given moment.
“Tonight won’t be like the last one,” he went on after a moment. I quickly glanced at him, his eyes pinned in front of him like I was invisible. Which, probably, was for the best.
For some reason, this guard always wanted to talk to me. He wanted to know if anything hurt, or if I was scared of...everything. I didn’t understand it. Guards weren’t friends, nor were they alleys.
“I hear you don’t remember what happened, which is good. Others don’t either. Which is the entire point.”
I kept my mouth shut, slowing as he did once we rounded a corner that led to where we were held.
“Mr. S isn’t pleased about one of the boys in there,” he paused, tilting his head towards the closed door. “He sees and hears what goes on.” I wasn’t surprised there. “That will change tonight.”
“Okay.”
“I’m working on something,” he lowered his voice even lower while stepping closer to me. “You don’t belong here.”
Then where the heck did I belong? I was a slave. Was he wanting to keep me all for himself? Was that what this was all about?
“Is he being challenged today, Carson?”
He jumped back, hand clamping around my arm lightly at the same moment. “Oh, you know....tired of the same cock is all. Just a slutty boy wanting more of whatever he can get.”
The new guard laughed, amused like it was the right answer.
Confused, which was nothing new, Carson finished taking me to the room. “Give Mr. S. a show in there.” The door opened, and I barely got in before it was all but slammed shut.
I stood, shocked.
I would never understand that man, or any of them for that matter.
“You okay?” One boy asked. He had been here a week, replacing the one that constantly cried.
“Peachy. Where’s Erik?”
“Bathroom.”
I nodded and headed straight towards there.
I found Erik standing at the sink, staring at his reflection. He did that more these days, and normally, I’d leave him be. But if Mr. S was watching, wanting a show. This was the only boy in here I’d be willing to test that limit with.
“You okay?” I asked, stepping up towards him before leaning against the sink with my back towards it.
“I’m getting too old for this job.”
