The Final Choice

I do not know how long we sat naked and in the dark before the truck came to a stop and we were told to get moving. We all strolled down the gangway of the truck into a courtyard with coy ponds and bonsai trees where an egg shaped man in shear robes clapped gleefully as we strutted past him. "Just lovely. Lovely." He said giving Sam's ass a slap. "Your master has such an eye for quality meat. I will take all of them at the agreed price." The egg-man said to the orc woman from before.
"My Master appreciates your continued business relationship and looks forward to further business in the future." She said. I realized that she looked as nervous as I felt.
"Yes." The egg-man said, caressing the green girl's taut ass. "I see no collar on you. Do you have some other kind of bond band hidden somewhere on you? I don't see where?" The man pawed at the orc girl, pretending to look for something he would not find under her clothes.

"No, Sir. My Master has not deemed me worthy of such an honor." She said. I could see tears forming in her eyes, but she refused to let any of us see her weak. "I am retail." She said as if admitting something shameful. "But you knew that. It is part of your deal with him, that is why the drivers who drop off your deliveries are always orc girls who do not come back." She said.

"Smart Verda." The egg-man said. The orc girl winced at the second word. The man pulled a coin from his robes and pressed it against the orc girl's stomach. She screamed as glowing vapors rose from where the coin evaporated.

The orc girl looked wide eyed with fear and horror before bowing to the egg shaped man and calling him "Master. I am yours under The **** Codes."
"Good Verda. Now get inside and find my butler while I read these Isekais the Ultima Vuluntas." He said giving her a firm slap on her green ass before turning his attention to the line of naked boys. "My name is Gravner Fidanfitus Kurozora, and I am your Master." <CONFIRMED. BILL OF SALE VERIFIED. MANA FUNDS TRANSFER SUCCESS. He owns you. You are his property.> I heard the alien voice think for me.
"I know that you are confused and have a lot of questions. Now is not the time for that. This is the time for you to make what might be your last choice. Your last free decision. So think carefully.
Gravner's voice took on a solumn tone as he told us that "By The Covenants of Dragons, Gods, and Men, which bind our world together. You are entitled as pure blooded Sons of Adam to stand in the arena with a blade in hand, win the title of gladiator, and pay for your freedom in the blood of your enemies. Know this and consider yourself warned. You will not face men in the arena. Your liberties must be bought with the blood monsters and daemons.
His sacred duty over, Kurozora-dom's face relaxed. His tone moved up several pitches as the egg shaped man opened his robe and started stroking himself. "Now. You can either look me in the eye and tell me that you would rather die in the arena getting ripped apart by a garlou or a grunklesnox than live as my ****, or get down on your knees and show me how well you can please someone's pole without using your hands."

Sam looked at me, his eyes wide and his breathing hard. "What do we do?" He asked me.
"No talking." someone said, and just like that whatever words I was going to say to my friend died in my throat.

I watched as one after another, they slaves broke. They fell to their knees with tears in their eyes blubbering the words fed to them by their bindings. "Oh Master. I live to serve, obey, and please you." "I will be a good boy, Master." "I am yours under The **** Codes." On and on they went. Only one guy stood there and looked Kurozora-dom in the eyes and tell him. "No thank you, Master. I would rather fight." My owner said nothing. only nodding and snapping his fingers. A pair of orc girls led the man off as the next man in line fell to his knees and started using his tongue on his owner's taint.

As the man in front of me in line falls to his knees Sam and I look at each other to try and figure out what choice to make.

(The story I intend to write at this time is the one in which John chooses to become a gladiator. That said, right now I am not sure which choice Sam is going to make. Leave your votes in the comments. )

A: Sam chooses to stand with John and take his chances in the arena.

B: Sam refuses his call to adventure and becomes a bathhouse plaything.