Yes

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right?

Nervous, you followed Kyle towards one of the training rooms, similar to the one you were in when you met Alan the other day.

As you entered the room, you spotted a tanned, young man with lovely features, a sharp nose, and dark, intense eyes. Around his neck, you could see a tight leather collar which had a link connected to the chair that he was seated on. Walking closer, you could appreciate his features further. He was very handsome and had the features of a matinee idol if he were given the chance.

If he was standing, you'd guess he would have been a head or two shorter than you. The boy's wavy brown hair was ruffled, the front hanging askew by his eyes. He's staring with wide and nervous eyes, studying and calculating. A nervous flush is spreading across his cheeks, no doubt because of the scrutiny. He's clad only in a standard-issue T-shirt that revealed his thin, lithe frame and loose-fitting pants that reach halfway down his shins.

"This is **** 8312, otherwise known as Inigo," introduced Kyle to you as he grabbed a few things and placed them on the table in front of all of you, "He was processed this morning and was assigned to be a sex ****. He will be auctioned off in a week, so we have to train him to be ready by then."

"In short, we've got a lot of work to do," your tall trainer said in a cheery manner before turning to Inigo and saying, "Aren't you excited, ****? You have two Masters here willing and ready to train you!"