“This is the slave I was telling you about,” Cameron says as he stops a few feet from me. He never comes too close. He has Sven, Eduardo and Luca to do his dirty work.
I drop to one knee and look down. “Master,” is all I say. This is the way they want it. The more submissive you are the better things will be for you.
“As you can see he is in excellent condition.” You can hear the arrogant tone in Cameron’s voice, as if I’m a possession. I guess I am.
I hear the woman clearing her throat and then she asks, “Do you have many male slaves?”
Cameron chuckles darkly. “No, he is my only male slave. The males can be quite troublesome, and to break them takes much more work than with the females. Most of the men die, but if you get it right to train one … it’s a beautiful thing.” Cameron sighs and then continues, “This one has been with me since before he could walk, so it was easy to train him.”
“Stand, Slave!” Cameron barks and I swiftly rise to my full length. Cameron is much shorter than me and built scrawny. One day I will get my revenge. One day when David is safely away from this place. But for now I’ll listen and do as I’m told. I keep telling myself over and over that David’s safety is all that matters.
Cameron waves a hand over the length of me. “He is trained well as you’ll see tonight at the party.”
“What time does the party start again?” The woman asks and for the first time I look at her. I’m surprised when she makes eye contact with me. You’re not allowed to make eye contact with a Master or Mistress unless they give you permission, but she has eyes that look like melted chocolate. Her brown hair falls in soft waves to her shoulders. She’s prettier and younger than all the other Mistresses. I’ve never seen one so young. It’s normally the older women who love to come here because they won’t get fucked by a younger man elsewhere.
“Eyes!” Cameron snaps and instantly Sven takes a step in my direction.
“It’s okay,” the woman says and then she steps forward until she’s right in front of me. “I gave him permission,” she murmurs. She looks up at me and I quickly let my eyes dart over her head, focusing on the apple trees in the distance.
I hear her giggle and I have to stop myself from frowning. She didn’t look like the type that giggled. “This one is simply divine. I have to have him.”
“How much for a night with this slave?” the man asks.
“Mr. Ryland,” Cameron says and I can hear the pleasure in his voice. He’s about to make a lot of money and that’s the only thing he loves. “As I’ve told you this slave is one of my greatest assets. A night with this one is quite costly but well worth it.”
“We’ve paid to attend your party,” the woman snaps, “we can afford any price you ask for him!” She sounds pissed and taken aback that Cameron would think they can’t afford me.
Cameron laughs and I feel him step closer to us. “Mrs. Ryland, I’m sure you can afford him, but let’s talk business inside. The slave needs to go prepare for the party.”
“You may leave, Slave,” he snaps at me.
I leave quickly, not clearing the bags I’ve filled with dead twigs and leaves.
~*~
I shower, brush my teeth and shave. I apply one of the many aftershaves I have.
Cameron makes sure I have everything. I live in the mansion and should I need something it’s given to me. I can have everything but my freedom. But even if Cameron offered me my freedom I wouldn’t leave without David and Cameron knows that.
Cameron gives David everything he needs. David can come and go as he pleases and I’ve been told that he’s currently studying. Sven updates me on what’s happening in David’s life. I get photos to show that everything is going great with him, but I’m not allowed contact with him. As long as David is safe and cared for, I’m happy.
I take a pair of jeans from the closet and pull them on. That’s all I get to wear at parties, a pair of worn jeans.
I walk over to the table where my medication has been left for me. I pick up the glass of icy water and take a sip to wet my throat before I swallow the pills.
I place the glass back on the tray and then I stare out the window until my sight blurs. I don’t see anything as my mind begins the process of shutting down.
There’s a knock at the door and then Sophia comes in. She’s been here as long as I can remember. Sophia’s momma was also a slave and she got pregnant with one of the Masters. Her momma died not long after mine so we got trained together. She’s one of Cameron’s favorites. She’s in charge of the female slaves.
She smiles brightly at me. “You ready, Jack?” I nod and grab the leather bands from the dresser. Sophia comes and helps me put them on my wrists. She has the same leather collar around her neck. It’s black and soft.
The other slaves have metal collars that chafe at their skin. Sophia and I are very lucky, and we know this. Things can always be worse.
We leave my room and walk together to the grand room where the parties are held. The other slaves are already there seeing to the desires of the guests.
Four guards stand outside the huge wooden doors and one goes to open the door for us. There are guards everywhere, Cameron’s guards and those of the guests.
As soon as we step into the room we look down. Sophia goes to her podium on the left side of the room and I go to my podium on the right side.
Where Sophia kneels with her face down and her ass in the air, I kneel on my left knee, and looking down I place my right hand flat on the podium.
I hear murmurs drifting closer to me.
“Have you placed our stake?” I hear Mistress Westbrook ask. I close my eyes as a sliver of despair tightens my chest. This woman is a demon. She doesn’t buy me for the fuck, but to see how much she can torture me before I’ll break.
“I have, Sweetness,” I hear Master Westbrook say. They are filthy rich and always win the auction to have me.
The night continues, dragging by slowly.
I hear Cameron’s dry laughter and then he says, “Bring the slave to Mrs. Westbrook.” He laughs again. “My dear, seeing as you got so close to winning the slave for the night, I’ll allow you thirty minutes with him for half of what you staked.”
“You’re so generous,” Mistress Westbrook says.
It happens a lot where Cameron will offer me for thirty minutes to the person who came second. He makes almost double the money then.
“Get up, Slave!” Sven barks and I quickly stretch to my full length. I follow Sven over to Master and Mistress Westbrook’s table.
The tables are round and shared by two couples. The table tops can turn and has restraints for our arms and legs so we can be displayed to the guests.
There is an assortment of whips, canes, crops and paddles against the walls for the guests to use on the slaves.
“Your slave, Mistress,” Sven says and I know to drop to my knee.
“Thank you, Sven-dear,” Mistress Westbrook purrs and then I see her red high heels step into my line of sight. Her hand comes to rest on my head and then she pats me, as if I’m a dog.
“I wish Cameron would sell this slave to me. There is so much I’d like to do with him.”
While my head is down I quickly suck in a few breaths of air.
“Get on the table, Slave,” she commands.
As I obey, the music changes to something slow and sad. Cameron does this so the winners will take the slaves they’ve won to the rooms designated for them. As far as I know Cameron never takes part himself. This is all about the business for him. He proved that money flows through his veins the day he sold my momma, his own wife, to the highest bidder. That man beat her to death.
I settle down on the table and then I feel Mistress Westbrook’s hands at the button of my jeans. She never straps me down like the other slaves are strapped down. She likes to test me, to see if I’ll snap and try to defend myself. I stare up at the ceiling and keep still.