Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
Scene setting (you need an electric disposable vibrating toothbrush for this tease - you will find out about why this implement later)
It was early evening in the Gorean city of Ar, the heat of the day built up to a muggy closeness, that almost made me glad for my lack of attire. Whip Mistress Ko and the other section leaders had mustered all the male slaves together, and we now lined the decking outside the tavern, along the length of the building, facing the street and any potential trade.
The street before us, quieter than the peak morning period. Whip Mistress Ko called it the 'quite before the storm', soon those Gorean's looking for their evening entertainment would finish their business for the day, to commence their socialising. Still there were still free persons going about their business. Once I had been one of those people, now I watched on from my special vantage point. I would have preferred to have been lost in the hustle and bustle of the street, ominously going about me day. Now I was a male slave, a kajirus, the livestock property of the House of Wendy, I existed as a accreditation on a balance sheet.