They had been walking through their village of Terreville walking towards the local tavern when they noticed the shuttle landing on the outskirts of the village. The townspeople were used to random shuttle appearances so therefore they knew that they had to gather in the town’s square and wait for inspection.
“You!” cried the guard pointing at JC.
“No!” sobbed a young female. It was Bobbie, the woman he was suppose to marry in three days.
“Bye J, bye Bobbie,” he grimly replied as he was dragged into the small group who were already selected.
“What about this one?” asked one guard to another guard, pointing at Justin.
“Too young,” replied the other guard. “We’ll get him in a few years.”
“Right,” nodded the first guard as he began ordering the group of ten people onto the shuttle. Soon the group of ten would be taken to a housing unit where they would be cleaned, then auctioned off to owners. Those who weren’t bought would be sent to work.
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“Do you see any that he would like?” asked the shorter man as he stood with his friend at the auction grounds. A new group of Lambs had been brought up the day before and the pair was planning on buying one for their friend’s birthday. They were hoping for a pleasure slave so that it would be a gag gift.
“You know these Lambs are taller than you Chris,” chuckled the other man. “I thought we were suppose to be the dominant race.”
“Shut up, Joey,” grumbled Chris. He hated it when his friends made fun of his height, it wasn’t his fault he was short. “We’re here to find a slave for Lance, not make fun of my height.”
Lance, was Lance Bass, the son of one of the wealthiest merchants on Cielville. Tomorrow was Lance’s eighteenth birthday and with accordance to Cielville law, Lance was now considered an adult. However being an adult was nothing new to Lance. Extremely smart, Lance was already the owner of various businesses on Cielville and even at such a young age, Lance was well respected in the city.
“Him,” replied Joey pointing to a skinny young man, around the same age as Joey’s twenty years of age. The man besides being young and skinny had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes, which were full of nervousness and fear.
“You sure?” asked Chris eyeing the man Joey had selected. Joey had grown up next door to Lance and knew him a lot longer than Chris did.
“Trust me Chris,” replied Joey, reading the information and recommended slave duties for the man. “He’s even recommended to be a pleasure slave. That’s what we want right?”
“Yeah,” nodded Chris staring at the man. He was beautiful there’s no doubt about it, even someone like Chris who had no interest in men could see his beauty. “Okay we’ll get him.”
Sure enough an hour later they were leading the younger man, now on a leash attached to the collar around his neck, through the busy streets of Cielville. They really hadn’t been worried about not getting the young man. They were both sons of wealthy families and both had equally wealthy businesses.
“My place,” order Chris to the Lamb servant who was seated in the front seat of the vehicle. Ordering their new purchase into the front seat, Chris and Joey then settled back into the soft cushions in the rear of the vehicle.
Twenty minutes later the vehicle pulled to a stop in front of a large mansion.
“You’ll stay here tonight,” informed Chris to the new purchase, while yanking on leash, dragging him forcefully out of the vehicle. “Tomorrow you’ll be given to our friend as a present. I assume by now, you know if you disobey orders you will be killed on the spot?”
Too afraid to speak, the young man nodded his head quickly.
“Good,” replied Chris walking swiftly towards the house with the young man following close behind him. “And I hope you’ll behave because I would hate to go out and get Lance a new present this late.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” called Joey with a wide grin as Chris waved a good-bye and the vehicle sped off to Joey’s own, equally large mansion.