MN-125 Slave Dreams
Slave Dreams
Man to Man
MN-125
$3.95
Slave Dreams
Man to Man
MN-125
$3.95
Excerpt
The rag they gave me was just that. A strip of torn, coarse and dirty cloth to rap around my waist. It covered my genitals—just—and about half my buttocks, but that was all. For the rest, I was quite naked.
The sale was conducted in the courtyard. We slaves—or at least those who were to be offered for sale, were taken out of our cells and made to wash. Then we had to rub sweet-smelling oils into our skin. I hated touching the other slaves’ bodies—and even more, I hated their hands on my flesh, but that was the way it was done and the assistants and the soldiers had whips and rods which they weren’t averse to applying to our bodies if we baulked at their orders.
Then we were given a clean white strip of cloth to wear. It was even smaller than the rag I had worn over the last few days and no matter how I arranged it, I couldn’t hide all of my pubic hair—or if I did, the bottom of my balls and the tip of my cock showed beneath it.
We were made to stand in a circle while the potential buyers moved around us, looking us over before deciding whether to bid for us or not.
The dealer stood on a dais in the centre of the circle. He spoke to the gathering in cajoling tones: “Don’t be afraid to feel them gentlemen. Feel their muscles. Finger their cocks—imagine how delicious their young cocks would be up your rectums…”
I stared at him in horror. Surely this wasn’t true?
To be said so openly—actually inviting men to consider a slave—a male slave—as a sexual partner. It seemed it was…
“Look at their smooth buttocks, gentlemen,” he went on. Can you imagine forcing your manly cocks between them…?” The buyers responded in kind, renewing their fingering of our almost naked bodies with great gusto and talking excitedly to each other about this or that slave, how he might be in bed; whether he would be a competent lover…
I had to contend with hundreds of them reaching in to pinch my nipples, stroke my flesh, slap my buttocks and accept their hands gripping my thighs or biceps which I had to flex interminably so they could oooh and ah over the sight of the tight, highpeaked ball of hard flesh…
But then it was time to begin the sale proper.
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