Chapter 2

The open door revealed a foyer Chris had never seen before. That wasn’t much of a surprise, honestly. Covington was a big building and he had only ever been allowed into the dining and dining servers’ areas before. Given the sight that greeted him, it made perfect sense that most of the building would be off limits.

The guests mostly looked the same as ever. Chris could see a lot of nice suits and fancy dresses on a small crowd of obviously wealthy people. They chatted and laughed at each other’s words like they usually did. At the back of a room was an open double door that showed a driveway open to the valets retrieving the guests’ cars. There was even a limo there at that very moment.

Chris was distracted briefly distracted from his observations by another pair of tugs, one at his arm and one at his neck. His new ‘owner’ pulling him along.

And that was the difference between what Chris would normally expect to see and what was actually in front of him.  

Among the guests were Chris’s coworkers in the same situation as him. Waiters and waitresses that were all bound and gagged while being pulled, pushed, or carried along by the wealthy guests in their fine clothing.

The details differed. Some of the captive waiting staff remained fully clothed. Most had been at least partially undressed, revealing varying amounts of bare skin. From what he could see, Chris’s shirtless state put him right in the middle of that group. At least a few others were completely naked, and Chris even saw one man he vaguely recognized with a leash tied between his legs instead of at his neck.

No two sets of bindings were exactly alike either. Leather cuffs like what Knight and his goons had put on Chris were common. But there was also rope and even honest to god chains keeping his fellow abductees in place.

And of course, everyone was reacting differently. Many were angry, either fighting every step or just sitting there glowering. Many others were scared, some in tears and others keeping their eyes rooted firmly to the floor.

Sarah was near the double doored exit being led on a leash by a young-ish looking man, bucking wildly with free legs and arms bound in a long leather sack that crawled all the way up her shoulders. Her skirt had been taken off to reveal how far up her midriff her black tights went. Her shirt remained on but had been opened up to reveal a lacy black bra she had probably been saving for her boyfriend tonight. Her eyes met Chris’s for a brief second before she was wrenched out of the room and off to her fate.
Apparently her owner was done ‘showing her off.’

“We won’t stay long,” Julia Westworth told Chris in a low voice, finally forcing him to focus on his own situation. The words heightened the young man’s awareness of her. He could suddenly feel the soft material of her gloves wrapped around his arm, the fur shawl brushing against his shoulder, and her breath tickling at his ear as she spoke. “I’ll only show you off for a bit, and then we’ll be on our way home.”

Chris only whimpered as he followed her lead to the top of a small flight of stairs that would put them at ground level with the rest of the guests. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw heads turn to watch as he very carefully made his way down the stairs, always mindful of the horribly short steps he could take down each platform.

His buyer continued speaking to him as they went down, whispering patronizing words of encouragement and warnings against stepping on her dress all the way.

“Very good,” she said when they finally made it to the ground bottom of the stairs.

“So, this is what happened to the boy I wanted,” came a familiar voice as they made it to the floor. Chris twisted his head to find Clarissa Rutherford, a brunette woman in her thirties, wearing a bright purple gown and loosely holding a purse in one hand. He had been one of her regular servers in the past few months, for reasons that were now abundantly clear.

“That’s right,” said Mrs. Westworth as she draped one arm possessively over Chris’s chest, making him shiver. “I simply had to have him for myself.”

“I can see why,” said another voice. One that Chris didn’t recognize. Another woman, this one with black hair and a red dress with black gloves stepped up. She ran her eyes up and down. “His pictures really don’t do him justice, do they? I wasn’t interested when I saw him in the catalogue, but he looks much better in person.”

Chris wasn’t sure when he became aware of the heat at his cheeks. But he immediately felt it deepen as a third woman, then a fourth, and even a man or two all stepped up to inspect him. And they all wanted to give their opinions on the merchandise.

“… he’s a bit too gawky for my tastes…”

“… adorable! Just look at that blush and how he…”

“… much did he cost? I thought about bidding on him earlier, but...”

“… not so sure about his looks, but he’s already so well behaved! I usually have my pets for months before they learn to…”  

Their voices soon faded into one humiliating mass of sound. Chris found himself shrinking back further and further with every comment.

“Stand up straight boy,” Westworth ordered when she decided he had slouched too much. They were the first words she’d spoken since the small crowd had gathered. The force in her tone was enough to make Chris straighten up as ordered. “Your betters still want a look at you.”

“Are we limited to a look?” Clarissa Rutherford asked with a devious smile. “Or may we have a sample?” She took a single step forward, eyes never leaving the young man’s face. “I’m sure we could get him to scream a little before you take him home.”

Chris whimpered. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something new. Waist high tables littered around the room. More frightening though, was what was currently on one of them. Another captive, a blonde woman named Linda was being held down on the table by two guards. Her but jutting out, available for a growing group to smack with provided paddles. Chris could just barely make out Linda’s muffled cries over the sound of the crowd.

For her part, Westworth didn’t respond to Clarissa’s words right away. Instead she gave a little hum of thought as she dragged her soft gloved hand in circles on Chris’s abdomen. The young man felt his blush deepen when he realized she was petting him.

“What do you think boy?” she eventually spoke? “Would you like these nice people to get their hands on you for a few minutes?” Chris twisted his head away from Linda’s paddling to his owner, staring up at her eyes for a brief, terrifying few seconds where he saw nothing but faint amusement in her expression before shaking his head violently.

His owner gave a laugh at his refusal, and some of the crowd before them joined her. Others glowered. “Maybe I should let you all give him his first punishment. It looks like he needs to learn that he isn’t allowed to say ‘no’ anymore.”

Chris’s sudden terror at his owner’s statement was accompanied by the noises of appreciation the other guests made at the suggestion, but all of it was quickly forgotten when he saw Clarissa’s smile deepen even further. The bound and gagged young man felt a sudden and inexplicable rush of relief as he met her eyes. He couldn’t imagine things being worse than they already were, but something about the look Clarissa Rutherford gave him in that moment made him very happy Julia Westworth had beat her to him.

Westworth let the noise continue for a long few moments, feeling Chris squirm in her grip before she finally spoke. “Yes,” she said.

Chris’s heart sank.  

“I think a little bit of punishment is a marvelous idea,” she said to him, loud enough for the rest to hear. “You need to learn your place, boy.”

“Well said,” Rutherford was suddenly on Chris’s other side, laying hands on him. The young man gave out a weak little whimper as he felt how cold they were. A second later that whimper erupted into a fast squeal as the woman’s cold fingers found one of his nipples and gave it a hard twist.

There was laughter in the background. Chris didn’t pay it much attention. He was too busy focusing on the pain at one side of his chest as Ms. Rutherford pulled him by his nipple, her sharp nails pinching Chris so hard that he expected blood. Westworth kept her grip on his arm too, keeping him on her friend’s path.

When they finally let go of him he swayed for half a second before he was shoved forward by stronger hands. Guards. More of Knight’s goons. Chris’s face smacked down on a thin pad shielding him from hard, polished wood.

The young man realized what was happening the very same instant a hand found a firm grip on his ass. He was in the same position Linda had been in a few minutes ago, about to get spanked and paddled. Sure enough, another hand started fiddling with his belt, only to vanish a second later.

“Not tonight, dear,” Chris recognized Westworth’s voice. It raised in volume a second later as she addressed the small crowd Chris knew was still there. “My boy’s pants will remain on, if not untouched, until I have him to myself tonight.”

The hand groping Chris’s ass was gone, and a second later he felt a sharp smack. He cried out and heard another smattering of laughter.

“Aaaigh!” he tried to speak, the word ‘wait’ failing to form past the gag. “Aaigh! Eeease op! Ease! Ooo oon av oo—” another smack interrupted his attempted sentence. This one harder, from a bigger hand. Chris struggled against the grip of the two guards holding him down, tried and failed to kick past their legs keeping his in place.

More spanks rained down on Chris’s ass. He felt his eyes start to well up. They didn’t really hurt too much through the cloth, but the indignity of it on top of everything else going on was more than enough to keep Chris begging for it to end.  
 
A soft sensation appeared at Chris’s back, in between the guard’s hands. Westworth’s gloves. She was petting him again, trailing her hand down his spin, jolting Chris into more attempts tot jerk away. He craned his neck back and forth, trying to catch sight of his owner as her acquaintances kept spanking him one at a time.  

It finally came to an end when Chris heard his owner speak. “Alright, that’s enough fun with my property for tonight.” One last spank hit him as he was hauled back to his feet. He kept his eyes rooted firmly on the ground, unwilling to meet the gazes of his tormentors.

“Awww, he’s shy,” Rutherford said. “Come on, Julia. Let us have a little more fun with him.”
Chris saw Mrs. Westworth’s dress and shoes before he felt her arm drop over one shoulder and the other return to his elbow. “No, Clarissa. He’s mine, not the club’s. I’ve been kind enough to let you all share in his first punishment, but from now on he’s mine and mine alone.” Chris felt his relief at her words tempered by not knowing what was going to happen when he was alone with her. “Besides, didn’t you make your own purchase tonight?”

“I did,” Ms. Rutherford said. “They’re getting me ready for her right now.”

“Sometimes I don’t understand you, Clarissa,” one of the other women said. The group that had inspected and spanked Chris had thinned, but a few of them remained. “Isn’t the whole point of his auction to watch the moment of acquisition in person?”

Chris’s head whipped up just in time to see the brunette woman shrug.

“I’ve decided I don’t want my new bitch to see me,” Chris heard Mrs. Westworth tut quietly and knew immediately that she didn’t approve of Rutherford’s use of the word bitch. “I want her to wonder what’s going on. So I watched her capture on camera, but I didn’t want to be in the room.”

She then turned to Westworth with a polite smile. “Julia. As thanks for allowing me to play with your new slave, would you like to join me as I play with mine?”

The word ‘slave’ hit Chris like another five thousand spankings all at once. It was the first time anyone here had used that word. It wasn’t a surprise, given how much the words property, purchase, and owner had been thrown around. But it was still shocking to hear it out loud.

A noise too dignified to be a giggle from his owner and her two fingers trailing down his cheek froze Chris on the spot, driving all thought from his mind. “Well… I did promise him that we would be going home soon.” Chris whimpered. “Although I suppose we could stand to remain here a little longer. What do you think boy? Would you like to see Ms. Rutherford meet her new slave?”

Chris blinked. Was she actually giving him a choice?

It looks like he needs to learn that he isn’t allowed to say ‘no’ anymore.

No. Her earlier words came back to him. There was no choice here. Knowing that, Chris nodded.
“Someone’s a quick learner,” said the other woman who had spoken earlier. She was the only one of the crowd left, a blonde woman in a forest green dress. Chris guessed she was in her late twenties. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard a light southern twang in her accent. “You really do know how to pick them, Julia.”

“Are you jealous, Grace?”

“No,” Grace laughed. “Like I said, he’s too gawky for me. I prefer my slaves to have more muscle.”

“Does that mean you bought the football player?” Clarissa asked.

Brad. They were talking about Brad.

“Of course,” Grace answered, her eyes alight with excitement. “He put up one hell of a fight, too. Watching it was worth every penny I paid on its own. He should be ready for transport by now, so I think I’ll be on my way.” She gave Chris another once-over. “Have fun, sweetheart. You really lucked out with your new Mistress, here. She treats her boys real well. The obedient ones, anyway.”

And then she was gone. Going off to wherever Brad was to drag him off to who even knew what.
“So,” Clarissa said. “Shall we see my new slave?”

“I’m not sure… which one did you buy?”

“One of the black women.”

Were they talking about Frankie? There weren't a lot of black waitresses on staff.

“Really? I was not aware you were interested in female slaves.”

Clarissa laughed. “I may prefer men generally, but they do say variety is the spice of life. And the woman I bought looks like she’ll be fun to toy with.”

Chris looked at Mrs. Westworth. His owner wore a thoughtful expression as she regarded the other woman. “You said earlier you don’t want her to see you.”

“No. She’s hooded right now. And for the time being she will always have her eyes covered in my presence. I don’t think I’ll even speak in her presence. I’ll just have her tied down so I can have my fun. You know what? Here, let me show you. I still have the feed.”

The woman in the purple dress pulled out a smart phone from her purse to show Westworth at an angle that just barely allowed Chris to see it as well.

On the screen was a room much like the one Chris had been cuffed, gagged, and collared in, although the furniture was slightly different. The paintings on the wall undoubtedly were as well. In the center of the room was a table, and on that table was a curvy black woman. She naked save for the red hood enveloping her head. Her bare chest pointed at the ceiling.

Chris thought he recognized the woman as Frankie, but he still couldn’t be sure. He didn’t have a clear enough look. With a glance at the ladies holding the screen and his leash, the young man inched forward to see a little better.

In addition to the hood, there were red cuffs at her ankles and wrists. Thin chains connected each set to each other, and to the table legs. They were pulled taut enough to keep the woman’s hands raised above her head and over the table’s side.

“I’m surprised they’re letting you have a room to yourself,” Westworth said.

“Well, it’s getting to be late. Most of the slaves have already been bought and taken. They don’t need many more rooms.”

“What are you going to do first?”

“I think I’ll be gentle in the beginning.” The smile on Clarissa Rutherford’s face was chilling. “A few light caresses, maybe some pleasure between her legs… and then I’ll start having fun.”

Westworth nodded with a polite smile. “As fun as that sounds, I think I’ll be going. I want to start having my own fun with—oh, it looks like he’s interested.”

Chris looked up to find both women’s attention was back on him. He froze, eyes wide and darting back and forth between the two of them as they laughed.

“Well that settles it then,” Clarissa said. “Look at how badly he wants to meet with my new slave. How can you say no to that face?”

“Easily,” Westworth answered. “And with relish. Thank you for the offer, Clarissa. But we really do need to get home.” She came closer to Chris, who took an instinctive step back before she grabbed hold of him between the legs with one hand. “I’ve been waiting long enough to enjoy my new boy toy. You understand, I’m sure.”

“Of course,” she replied. “But Keep in touch. Maybe the two can have fun together.”
And then she was gone, off to torment the woman Chris was ninety percent sure was Frankie.
A squeeze on his stiff member pulled Chris back into the moment. He whimpered as his owner pulled him even closer, her breasts once again touching his chest, her possessive grin inches from his face.

“You’ve been very well behaved tonight, boy. For your first night, at any rate.” She touched his chin with her free hand. The glove tickled as she tilted his head up and made him meet her gaze. “Keep that good behavior up and I know you’ll be happy with me. Now come. It’s time to go home.”

She turned on her heel and made her way to the door, pulling her new slave behind her without another word. Chris struggled to keep up in his hobbling cuffs, unable to even glance around for one last look around the room and at the other new slaves as he was dragged off to his new life.