The Two Hundredth and Sixtieth of One Thousand and One Nights – by Amalaric

The auction season generally commences in the late Summer. The bucks have been well-fed, groomed and oiled, and- most importantly- worked hard under warm sunlight, breathing deeply of clean, fresh air. At peak physical condition, they go to the block, almost, with a sense of pride; in the sheer physicality of their fate; stronger, healthier, with far greater stamina than other men…except they aren’t men, and there’s the rub. Like fine, pedigreed stock animals assiduously bred for the purpose, their lot is, nevertheless, the goad and the lash, clanging chain or burning rope and the short respite of the barracks after a long day of unremitting labor.

Well, give them their moment of glory as deep, naked chests swell with the pride of frantic bidding. The aftermath, dimly sensed, will arrive all too soon.

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