Then Bought and Paid for

Jesse found a seat in the sleek, air-conditioned confines and let his beating heart slow back to normal. He honestly didn't know what had come over him… There had been the fear as that dark-windowed car had pulled up alongside him that morning, just where he had been assaulted and abused. Then the intense relief as Suzy had appeared, the first person he'd ever met who fit into so many of the same categories as him. The fact that the other sissy had immediately kissed him seemed an obvious miscalculation from his unusual upbringing… but, had it stayed with him all day? While they'd gone through the ups and downs of having their oral abilities judged, and then watched each other dress and undress into a thousand slutty fantasies. While he'd felt the borrowed toy Suzy had burrowed into him shift and swell within his rectum.

Jesse wasn't even sure he liked Suzy, on a more than ****-acquaintances level… The large-breasted boy was terribly naive, and more than a little standoffish; with his fierce loyalty to 'Daddy' and clumsy lack of social awareness. Yet… it was clear they both felt some sort of connection, deep beneath their skin. Jesse had heard Suzy openly ask his master if they could buy him… and that hadn't drawn up any great waves of horror or betrayal. The pampered sissy just wanted to share something with him: A life he saw as wholesome and fulfilling. To someone who could only remember life in the Homes, and who held no such contented certainty about his future… there was some attraction in that. Did he honestly think he couldn't play the part of a pretty pet? Just another furnishing in one of those gleaming, white mansions. Was that really any different from where he might end up otherwise?

The boy was so absorbed by these thoughts that he didn't notice the expensively-dressed couple get on at one of the stops and take an immediate interest in him. Not until a woman who looked somewhere in her early thirties with curling black hair had quite calmly leaned down and taken hold of his chin.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest little treat!" She cooed in a sing-song voice, her eyes dancing above the level of Jesse's own. The teenage sissy realised she was admiring the word 'Slut' which remained branded across his forehead, and blushed at how he could possibly forget it was there.

"How much are you, cutie?" The woman asked, tickling him a little under the chin with pristine fingernails.

A small burst of burnt pride rose up in Jesse at the thought she'd mistaken him for a prostitute… only for it to double back into a pit of self-doubt as he realised the woman was, in fact, right. In the background, he saw the immaculate gentleman she was with smiling down at them with clear adoration. The pair looked exactly like the sort of perfect, privileged couple which featured in every magazine and advertisement. Those born into the life everyone else was supposed to aspire to… but could never possibly acquire. He was intimidated just by how clean-cut and happy they looked. While he didn't even know what the price that had been placed above his head came to. Not only was he a whore now… but he was also not a very good one.

"I-I… don't know… It's all in my collar… i-if you want-"

He reached up absent-mindedly to tug at the thing nervously. Its tightness around his throat suddenly returning to focus after having faded worryingly into unnoticeable discomfort.

"That's adorable! She must be so fresh!" Squealed the woman. "Oh, John. Can we have her?!"

"Already working on it, my love…" Stated her companion, tapping at the holographic display from his glinting wristwatch. "Two days out of Stanfield's! We have got lucky… I think even Father bought a wife or two from there. Very well trained… Ah, there we go: She’s all ours for the next few hours!”

Jesse felt just the briefest hum of his collar’s electric capabilities. Confirming the purchase he guessed… and reminding of what they could now do if he refused to go along. For a second he thought perhaps he should warn them that he wasn’t actually a girl. But then he remembered how obvious the small bulge in his ridiculously tight shorts was, and how much free information the collar held about him.

They knew what he was… Except now they had paid enough to decide who she had to be.