Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Jackson stood more towards the back of the 'pen'. He was not ready for this day, and then again he was. He wanted to be owned by someone, to feel like he belonged, but who would want a slave that constantly needed punishment? Okay, that was not the whole true. Jackson was a good boy, he really was, but without a master to put him in line he had been acting out to get more punishment then he really needed. That was probably the reason he was staying more or less out of the first line of sight. His ass was still sore from the last beating he had had to endure, but even with that he was wanting more.
He looked around at some of the masters and mistresses that had came to 'inspect' the merchandise. Jackson turned and walked closer to the barn when eyes came close to him. Yes he was hiding and he knew it, but really who would want a little ass like him anyways? He was really doing them a favor.