87- Fresh Meat - Part 2
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Humming with appreciation for the life I’m given I often think about the women who come to us pregnant. As women who are, are normally placed within a different compound all together until they give birth to their child in which we then take from them and sell at the auctions. The mothers are then brought back to us to be reassessed for new orders then after.
Because after all, a business is still a business and it’s one that me and my brother share diligently alongside Vincent and Lucia. My eyes now looking over towards my brother, as my brother moves to look back with a knowing look. Nodding, we move to return our focus back towards the front.
A male. Possibly no older than 19 now stands before us in only a pair of silk boxers. My eyes carefully roaming along his perfectly tall and lean body. His torso perfectly defined with developing muscles as well as around his arms and legs. The thought of what he could possibly offer now endless.
“Sir. This one here is Number 5 4 0 5 3” explains my assistant, using this time to pull up his information for me. My eyes still on the boy who stands before us, his eyes glaring daggers at us all while wearing a ball gag and a couple of bruises as well.
Gutsy. Definitely Gutsy.
“According to his letters, he’s considered a Dominate. No longer a virgin and barely out of high school.”
“Hmm” I hum as I continue to listen, my eyes never leaving the boys.
Staying focused on the boy in front of me, I instantly hear my brother speak up, clearly interested in the child as well.
“Quite the difficult one aren’t you” says Angelo, amusement dancing within his voice as he continues to watch him, the boy still glaring at us as we do.
“Turn him” orders Angelo. Our guard doing exactly as he’s commanded, allowing us easy access to see perfectly strong muscles within his back. His hands clearly covered in blood and cuts which indicates that he fought against the tamers but didn’t get far in what he hoped to achieve when doing so.
Turning the kid yet again, this time back in the direction of facing us does Angelo move to speak up once more.
“You're gutsy. We’ll definitely give you that. So because of that, we’ll give you a choice. Work for us in which we’ll train you, feed you, clothe you, bathe you along with all the whores you could possibly ever want or need or… we ship you on the next batch of cargo and send you over to Paris where we’ll auction you off to the next highest bidder and where you’ll become someone else’s little bitch and where you’ll be beaten into submission. The choice is up to you so choose wisely” explains Angelo, moving to gesture for the gag to be removed.
Taking his time in giving us a reply does Angelo move to speak yet again, hoping to scare him as his temper thins out.
“What do you choose, little boy? We’re not patient people here. Choose now or we’ll choose for you and believe me you won’t like what we choose” snaps Angelo his patience now gone.
Gulping in fear, we slowly see the last of his resolve begin to fade from within his eyes as he moves to kneel down in front of us. His head low in submission as if he had just lost a fight as he moves to speak up.
“You Sirs. I choose to work for you.”
“Good boy” purrs Angelo, clearly pleased by his decision to serve us as Angelo moves to snap his fingers.
“Take him to the barracks.”
Once gone from our sights is another young girl carefully brought before us in his place. Angel and Caleb both waltzing into the room with big huge smiles on each of their faces. Blood splattered across each of them as they now move to stand before both Angelo and I.
“Ah, Angel, Caleb how lovely to see you” I move to say, Angelo and I greeting them with a kiss to each cheek.
“Hello Sirs” chirps Angel as she moves back to standing next to Caleb the moment greetings are done and over with.
“How was target practice?” asks Angelo, clearly curious by the pair who now stood before us, both covered by blood.
“It was good. Really good” giggles Angel a little too happily.
“What she means to say Sirs is that it was a tad bit noisy for us, but we made sure to handle it immediately” explains Caleb a small glint within his eyes showing that he meant business as Angel moves to nudge him playfully.
“Good boy”
With eyes still on Angel and Caleb do I move to speak yet again, curious to see what their reaction will be when I speak up. “Angel, Caleb. What do you say about sending our dear sweet Isabella a lovely present? I think it's high time that she got one from us, don't you think?”
“Ooo…. Perfect! Can we help you send it to her please? Pretty please with sugar on top?” squeals Angel in excitement. Caleb and her both knowing just how much Angelo and I loved to play fucking mind games when playing with our prey and Isabella of course was no exception to that rule.
“Sure. Of course you both can. Both you and Caleb can do the honors of making sure she gets it” I say, offering her smile as she instantly squeals again, a part of me wanting to fuck both her and Caleb into utter submission alongside my brother but knew that we couldn’t when we still had so much to do.
“Oh thank you, thank you Sir” is all we hear as Angel moves to kiss both of us quickly before turning to skip all the way back the way she came. Caleb hot on her trail as I move to yell out from over my shoulder returning to the task at hand.
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