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“This one looks quite innocent,” Pascal said, pointing at the dark-haired, big-eyed boy in the next display case.
“Looks can be deceiving,” said the disembodied voice of an AI shopkeeper. “He was plucked right after graduating from mandatory community schooling, then used sexually for three years. Though, according to his previous owner, he has much more experience giving oral than receiving anal sex.”
“Has he ever topped?”
“Not on record. His previous owner kept his penis caged. He could’ve had the experience while still in school, but the probability is low. Until they reach adulthood, children of indentured citizens live in community dorms, and they are heavily monitored, both there and inside the school facilities.”
Pascal circled the case.
The naked boy just stood there with a faraway, unfocused stare. Through the one-way glass, he couldn’t see or hear them.
“He’s very pretty.”
That was an understatement. The boy was shorter than Pascal by several inches, lean, uniformly pale. The soft light shining on him from every direction made his skin glow.
Pascal murmured, “Like a trapped fairy.”
His features were very delicate, his big eyes an uncommon yellow-green. He had pink, plush, even lips – perfect for putting a cock between them.
No wonder the last man who owned him liked to use him that way.
“Was he a personal toy, or did his previous owner share?”
“Personal.”
Pascal circled the box again and assessed the perfectly shaped, round butt. “Hm, so this has only ever experienced one cock.”
“Yes. And usually no more than once a day.”
“Was he trained in other ways? His skin is so perfect.”
“No, but even if he was, there would be no markings. We are contractually obliged to provide periodic rejuvenation.”
“What about discipline?”
“This one is very obedient. He had a punishment rod installed in his urethra for the first six months of his service, but he learned fast, and, after not having a reason to electrocute his prostate for an entire month, his owner decided such measures were no longer necessary.”
“Do you allow markings? Tattoos? Piercings?”
“Yes, but they won’t be permanent. After your contract ends, the pet will be healed.”
Again, Pascal stepped in front of the box and scrutinized the boy’s penis. It slowly circulated between semi and fully hard, and whenever it rose, the boy’s fingers twitched lightly.
Refraining from touching himself after being caged for three years must be quite a challenge.
Pascal smiled.
“Did you give him anything to help with erection?” he asked.
“There was no need.”
“Excellent.” Pascal looked up – at where he presumed the omnipresent camera eyes of the AI were located. “I’ll take him.” He started walking down the aisle.
Each box he was passing by bloomed with light, then dimmed, for a brief moment illuminating its enticing, naked contents. Pascal saw a few more that he liked, but the sight of that boy’s round butt and fair skin already overtook his imagination.
“I’d like his cock caged again,” he said, “complete with a sound that would allow me to both shock and pleasure his prostate and fill his bladder. He’d have his nipples pierced – for that, I want to be present. A tattoo of my name on the back of his right hand, his left arm, right pectoral, left buttock. And on his perineum, too. Those rejuvenations, are they mandatory? How often would he have them?”
“Every three months, and yes, they are mandatory. You can exclude things like piercing holes, tattoos, and brands, though.”
“What about a sore anus and the spanking bruises?”
“Those will all be fixed.”
Pascal clicked his tongue. “That’s unfortunate.”
“Most men with your proclivities think it a blessing,” the AI said, and involuntarily Pascal attributed some emotion to it. “Every three months – a completely fresh canvas to work with.”
Pascal mulled that over.
It had…a certain appeal.
“Ah. What’s the boy’s name, anyway?”
“Dove.”
Pascal chuckled. “Fitting.”
The door out of the shopping floor slid open before him soundlessly, and Pascal entered the spacious but cozy-looking waiting room done in soft blues and beiges.
“How fast can he be ready?”
“Half an hour, tops. We only need to cage his cock and inject him with the new owner chip. Should I schedule the piercing and the tattoo artist right away?”
“Yes, please.”
“Very well. Please make yourself comfortable while you wait and don’t hesitate to call on me in case of any issues.”
Pascal sank into one of the many sofas and busied himself imagining all the countless, fleeting ways in which he could use those tight holes and mark that perfect skin.