I wanted to tell him that but chose to keep quiet. My words wouldn’t do anything to help him.
I took a deep breath, letting the pain in my ribs keep me slightly more alert. It was late, and he was the only one that had taken a short nap. I wasn’t able to shut my mind off.
“Will…you..” I stopped, my words not working with me. I tried again, turning my gaze out of the darkened window. “Will I need to service you tonight, Sir?”
I assumed I’d be doing that while others watched. Sir had explained a tiny bit about what the gathering tonight entailed. Masters and their slaves would be there. Others would be of service, too, no doubt. But it’d be smaller than the auction, apparently, but I wouldn’t be able to know the difference.
“I don’t expect anything. And I highly doubt I’ll enjoy it either way.”
That did not answer my question. Which, Sir knew. “So no. Please don’t. Keep your mouth shut. If you feel the need, just lay your head on me.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me do so. I knew he’d get hard because what man didn’t? Well, I didn’t. Not when there was so much uncertainty around. And not when there would be so many men.
My dick was tucked away, hidden from sight for years to come.
Before long, Sir was pulling his car up to an older building that certainly looked like it had seen better days. A lone light shined above what was meant to be a door. A number of cars were scattered around, most of them looking brand new and out of place for somewhere like this.
“Remember the rules.”
“Yes, Sir.” How could I ever forget them?
I stayed in the car as Sir came around the side and opened the door. Then, he helped me up and told me to leave my light jacket behind. I did what he said,leaving me in a pair of skin-tight jeans, which I hated, and a dark shirt that kept sliding off one of my shoulders.
If he was going for me to look attractive, he failed. I felt horrible dressed halfway and in uncomfortable clothing, but it was better than nothing. He could have easily just told me to wear underwear.
Sir, on the other hand, wore jeans and a simple shirt that had a pocket on the front with a black button. I knew what the last bit was for.
“Come.” He grabbed my hand and all but dragged me along. I was inches from him, and my arm outstretched as he kept a tight hold. Not tight enough to leave marks, but where I knew better than to try to fight. I wouldn’t, of course.
At the door, it opened before he could knock. Keeping my head down, I listened as Sir gave his name, and we were let in.
Inside, cigarette smoke and other drugs assaulted me right away. I coughed, trying to clear my lungs, but it did no good.
Through the smoke, there was laughter and groans all around. I pressed my front to Sir’s back,knowing if I was glued to him, no one would dare try to take me. Or talk to me. Or anything else.
“Ah, here we go,” Sir muttered, leading us around objects. I didn’t look to see what was in our way. It was bad enough that I was shaking.
“Kneel, pet.” I did so after Sir moved me to where he wanted me to be. He sat, both legs spread open, so I was in between them. My back was to the room. I could feel eyes on me, making my skin crawl.
“Scooch over to the right an inch.” Once I settled, I was already missing the pillow that Sir liked me to use. This floor was not only filthy but brutal.
“Ah, glad you joined us, my man.”
“I couldn’t miss out on all the fun, now could I?” Sir joked, shifting a bit. A hand kept a hold of my arm. “A good turnout.”
“It could be better,” the man said, sitting somewhere I couldn’t see from my position. “How’s your purchase? Surprised it’s lasted, actually.”
“It’s perfect.” At Sir’s words, his hand went to my hair, and he pulled my head back enough I had to force my eyes not to look up at him. “Knows all my needs before I do.”
“A shame. I was hoping you’d want to resell him. I have a buyer if you are interested.”
“Nah. I think this one is a keeper. For now.” He let my hair go, putting his hand back on my arm. I scooted closer to him, seeking his warmth as more eyes scattered across us.
“If you change your mind…” The man trailed off, shifting.
“I’ll be sure to let you know.”
The noise got to be too much. There was moaning and crying and laughter. Even before Sir had brought me, it would have been too much for me. I wanted it to all shut-off. I wanted to leave, even if Sir hadn’t gotten what he came for.
