Chicken Slave by Rex Harper

Author:Rex Harper
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay Erotic Literature, Sadomasochism, Gay Men
Publisher: Greenleaf Classics
Published: 1977-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

The slavemaster came down to the quarters while the boys were being readied for the auction. He smiled as he examined his merchandise.

"Oh, this should be a good sale," he said.

"How many bidders will be here, sir?" asked Klaus.

"Twenty-five have definitely accepted. Three, Nineteen and Thirty-six have cabled acknowledgments. A few more hope to make it. The high spenders will be out in force."

"The more the better, sir," said Gregor. "Yes," agreed the master. "I like competition for my boys."

"Perhaps there will be a new record, sir," said Michael.

"Oh, no -- I doubt that." He sighed. "We'll never see the price those triplets brought three years ago -- one hundred thousand dollars!" He glanced at Davey, moved closer to stroke the boy lovingly, grasping his cock and squeezing it gently. "Although I wish that Arab Prince could see you, boy. He'd carry you back to the desert!"

Davey blanched, and hid a shiver. He had never considered that his new owner might be from another country! It would be far more difficult to escape in a strange land, among people speaking strange languages.

The thought of escape had been in his mind from the moment his father brought him here and Davey understood that he had been sold. Most of the time he didn't let himself dwell on the thought, pushing the idea away when it insisted that he listen to wild schemes. But there were moments when he was alone, when he was waiting for sleep to capture his exhausted and tortured frame, that he could think of nothing else.

The master squeezed his cock again, hard instantly upon being touched.

His body had learned to respond to all physical stimulation as well as to voice command. Then the man left, leaving the boys to be served a sumptuous lunch during which they were waited upon by the instructors, rather than the other way around as usual. Davey wondered if there were a staff of servants elsewhere in the house. None of the boys had been out of the slave quarters from the moment of their first arrival.

There was more than he could eat, the instructors urging them to take more. At last Michael announced that they could rest for the next few hours, Davey rolled onto the nearest bed, ignoring the smell of old cum staining the sheets. His eyes closed, didn't open even when Andrew moved in close to him, snuggled into his arms.

"On your feet, children!" Klaus called, slapping asses and joking as he woke the sleepers.

They were lined against the wall for a last-minute check, a few sent to brush their teeth again, Gregor and Michael armed with hairbrushes to repair the damages of the rest period. All three instructors went along the line, squeezing cocks that obediently leaped to hardness, satisfying themselves that the boys would not let them down when the customers sampled the merchandise.

Klaus and Michael left them, then, leaving Gregor to roam among them. He paused to squeeze one by the shoulder, brushed his lips against Andrew's cheek.

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