Palben, the handsome young

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next item is,” the woman in charge of the auction, a blonde in her late thirties, looked out over the crowd as she spent a second in silence, formulating the continuance of her sentence, “is one of my own. I’ve spent the better part of the latest year training him personally, and I can guarantee that he is worth his weight in gold.”

At the same time, the latest sold item, an Elven girl who looked to be in the latest stages of adolescence, was led off the stage and handed over to her new owner; a grinning little fat man of an unusually pale complexion.

The slaver’s words caused little reaction from the presumptive buyers; such speak was common amongst those that shared her peculiar line of work.
Palben’s entrance upon the stage brought about more reaction however, several of the female buyers noting his excellent state of appearance.

Not wearing any clothes, which was standard for slaves about to be sold, Palben’s fit body was thereby perfectly exposed; his discretely muscular abdomen, taut legs and unusually well-developed cock.
His blue eyes were visible under the charcoal-black hair on his head; Palben scanned the gathered customers before him. Having been blessed with an uncanny ability to instantly judge a person’s character, Palben quickly gathered that there were some of them that he hoped would not buy him, their appearance sending off a cruel, or in some cases even sadistic aura.

“As you all can see,” the blonde woman gave the crowd a wide smile as she slapped Palben’s right buttock, “there’s little need for me to advocate this young man’s qualities. I think that they speak for themselves, as many of you undoubtedly agree upon.”
The blonde slaver, whose name was Abarrane, thus began taking bids from the customers.

Despite her treating more as an item than as a human being, Palben thought kindly of Abarrane. The slaver had treated him kindly, and had kept him properly fed and allowed him quite a large amount of personal freedom while he had been in her possession.

As the son of peasants, Palben had found his new life to be a vast improvement from his old one. Freedom and all was good and proper, but eating good food and having attractive women make you fuck them was better.

The amount of gold bid for Palben quickly rose to hefty proportions, and it soon became apparent that it stood between four women as to who was going to be his new owner.

The first of these was an elf, standing with a small group of obedient servants, and Abarrane couldn’t help but smile as she realized that the elf was none other than Telila, perhaps the most accomplished of all brothel owners in this entire region of the world.

As it would be more than a little prestigious to sell a **** to someone as famous as Telila, Abarrane hoped that the elf would emerge victorious from the bidding.

The Elven madam was not facing easy competition however; the three other women all appeared more than willing to match her bids.

One of the bidders stood not far from Telila, this one being a human woman of dark complexion, who looked to be in her late twenties. Moreover, her lavish style implied that she was a noblewoman. In either case, her emerald eyes glimmered with lust as she stared at Palben.

The next woman was a priestess of one of the fertility cults, someone which was apparent from the exposing cut and sheer material of her miniscule dress, and by her meticulously ornamented tiara. The priestesses always had room for more young men and women to fuck, and this voluptuous blonde holy woman was looking as if she was prepared to rush up on stage and give Palben a good fucking right now.

The fourth and final bidder was standing by herself at the back, meaning that Abarrane had a hard time getting a good look at her, but she managed to see that the woman was pale and with curly red hair that reached down past her shoulder.