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.I tire ofthis! Reijir suddenly threw Lemael down on the floor.He planted a foot on theblubbering Deir s chest, bearing down hard on him. Did Naeth ask you for directions to the sporting house? he growled.Lemaelnodded, tears streaming down his face. When? A few hours ago.Be-before Cam arrived. Holy Saints! Camrion glanced at the tavern entrance where the lengtheningshadows told the time. He s probably being auctioned off right now! Where is the house? Reijir demanded. Speak!As soon as Lemael muttered the address of Davon s establishment, Reijir releasedhim and raced out of the tavern with his companions.Camrion stared after them in a dazethen looked down at Lemael when the latter attempted to rise.Contempt replaced his confusion, and he said in a hard voice, Get out, Lem.I ll nothave the likes of you anywhere near me. He shook off Lemael s hands when his nowerstwhile mate clutched at his leg. And you d better pray they find Naeth in time elseyou ll think the gallows preferable to dying at Lord Arthanna s hands.* * * *Naeth shivered despite the stifling warmth of the small dressing room.He avoidedlooking in the mirror to his left.He did not want visible evidence of how low he hadfallen.And he would fall even lower before the night was done, he miserably thought.Attired similarly to the rest of Davon s stable of prostitutes, he was clad in silkydrawstring trousers topped by a sleeveless shirt like none he had ever seen before.Itclosely hugged his body and the small peaks of his nipples and shallow dip of his navelcould be discerned through the thin, almost translucent fabric.Fragile ties were all thatfastened the front of the garment.Naeth swallowed when he realized they d beendesigned thusly in order to make it easy to tear the shirt open.As for the trousers, oneyank on the drawstring and they would slide right off his hips.He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feelings of horror and revulsion that rosewithin him.There was no helping it.He had to set aside his modesty and learn to spreadhimself for whoever made the highest bid for the privilege of taking his virginity.At least he would only have to service one patron this night, he tried to comforthimself.Indeed, Davon had assured him he would only take one client a day his firstweek.But thereafter, he would average three Deira nightly.Naeth sucked in his breath.Three a night! Veres almighty, could he do that? Hestarted to shake violently.I can t, he wildly thought.I have to get out of here!The door opened, and a grinning Davon looked in. You re pale, he observed. And trembling, too.That will drive your price up, lad.It s plain as day you ve never had a shaft up your arse before.He grabbed Naeth by the hand and pulled him out of the room.He led Naeth down ashort and stuffy passageway. Now remember, only buggering is allowed, Davon briskly instructed. If yourpatron wants to have you all the way, he ll have to negotiate a new price with me first.And of course, you ll need to take mirash.Last thing you want is a bastard on yourhands.Though there are some clients who enjoy tupping expectant Deira.They say it ssofter and hotter inside them.And they re more wanton, too.Expectant Deira, I mean.But that s neither here nor there.They entered a curtained recess lit by a small oil lamp.There was a low platform inthe center.Naeth could hear the murmur of voices beyond the curtain.He gulped as thefeeling of doom grew stronger. Just stand here, Davon said, directing Naeth onto the platform. Don t try to coveryourself in any way.The clients like to see what they re bidding for.Naeth recoiled when Davon adjusted his trousers so that the crotch clung to hisgroin, hinting at what was beneath the soft material.Davon looked at his handiwork,smiling even more widely when Naeth cowered in acute shame. They ll go wild when they see how untouched you are, he gleefully informedNaeth. Fifty sovereigns won t be too high to start with. He pinched Naeth s cheeks tobring some color into them then patted his buttocks. Heyas, it s going to be a verylucrative night!He slipped out through the curtain.At once the voices outside hushed.Naeth heard Davon make the pertinent introductions.He cringed when the Deirmade much of his innocence and lovingly described his attributes.It did not help hisfraying nerves when Davon described his arse as pristine as untrodden snow,wonderfully firm and so tight it s guaranteed to reduce the lucky Deir who gets to break itin to unspeakable ecstasy.When Davon crudely announced that of course, fucking the lad s sheath is pricier ,Naeth decided he could not go through with it.But before he could flee, the curtainparted.He stared at an audience of Deira seated three-deep in a semi-circle before themakeshift stage.Almost as soon as Naeth appeared the audience began to shout their bids, notbothering to wait for Davon to start the proceedings. Sixty sovereigns! Nay, sixty-five! Eighty!Naeth was rooted to the spot, unable to speak or move or even so much as blink hiseyes.Even when several Deira demanded that more of his body be exposed, he did notreact in his shock.But when Davon came up to him and loosened the front of his shirtfurther so that it parted to expose his nipples, he jerked back, shaking his head pleadingly.That seemed to further excite the crowd for the bids escalated in amount.Naethrealized with deepening horror that these Deira were vying not just for the privilege ofdeflowering him but also for the right to rape him for the length of one whole night.Hecried out at last and tried to escape Davon s surprisingly strong grip. Don t think you can back out now, Davon growled, tightening his hold on Naeth sarm. You hear those bids? They re the highest I ve ever heard! Now behave or I ll stripyou naked right here and let them all have a go at you.After the winner s buggered youto his satisfaction, of course, he added with a nasty grin.Tears rolled down Naeth s cheeks, and he began to sob.To no avail.It was whatDavon s clients wanted.His fear stoked their lust as much as his comeliness and hisobvious innocence
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