Holding Pens
Nate was stood at the back of the pen watching and waiting in the shadows. He'd seen a number of 'masters' being brought around the pens to view the merchandise but he hadn't been interested in prancing around trying to catch the eye of someone who was going to pay to own him. Although he had to admit some of the others may be onto something when they had told him it was better to be brought privately here than be put on the auction block for all to see.
But he didn't like the look in their eyes as they came in. Some weren't too bad, even when the 'slaves' back chatted them they smiled and seemed to like it. 'So they can have more fun breaking them' one of the others had said, but Nate wasn't so sure. He wasn't naive enough to think the masters were all going to be kind but they didn't all act the same which surely meant they couldn't all be treated the same.
He was so lost in thought he almost missed the young pretty man who came along next, he almost looked uninterested and Nate found himself moving forward to get a better look at him once he had passed.