I don't own anything. This is an old story that I'm revamping and continuing.
Choosing Dean
I release a soft sigh. This isn't quite as entertaining and interesting as I thought it would be. It's the day after my sixteenth birthday and I'm now allowed to have my own personal Pet, but so far, I haven't seen a single one that peeks my interest. I pivot on the spot, watching all of them preen in their glass cages.
"Next row, Sam?" my father asks, catching the look of boredom that is taking up permanent residence on my face. I nod and move on to the final row in the auction. If I don't find one I like we won't stay for the bidding. We enter the last isle and the first thing I notice is the huge crowd gathered around the last cage, the most expensive pet in the world. As a rather tall, young man I can see a little bit over the heads of the crowd and catch a brief glimpse of dark hair. As my father and I move down the line of glass houses, I flick my gaze right and left. This is my last chance to find a Pet I want. I pause when we reach a lithe, busty, blond with a brilliant smile, brushing her hair and decide that if I don't find a different one then I'll chose her. She turns that brilliant smile on me and tilts her head slightly so that her hair falls over her chest. She strokes the brush from her neck down over her shapely breast, enticing me. I check the name so that I know which one to bid for. Jessica. A pretty enough name. She's also the second most expensive Pet. I move toward the last cage not holding out much hope that this will be any better then the first. Everyone moves aside as I approach and I can hear them muttering about the fact that now they won't get him. I don't think they should count themselves out just yet. When I finally reach the glass wall that separates me from him I stop, my breath catching in my throat and all of a sudden, I understand why this male would be ranked number one in price and quality. He's sitting, legs curled up underneath of him, one hand propping his head up so that he can stare out above the crowd surrounding his prison. Golden skin gleams softly in the low lighting and moves like liquid whenever he does. He's muscular but not overly so, though I must say his abs are well-defined, but at the same time you knew that if you took him on in a fight you were in trouble. His eyelashes are incredibly long and frame the most stunning green eyes I've ever seen. Those eyes of his are set above bee stung lips that I bet would look amazing in a pout or wrapped around my cock. He has sculpted cheekbones, spiky, brown hair that looks effortless and that I'm sure is natural and all of this perfection is topped off by an air of danger, an inner strength and I know without checking my data sheet that he was sold into this. It's obvious by the fact that he doesn't try to get everyone's attention. I check the data sheet attached to the front of his invisible confinement. His name is Dean, unique and very cool, he was indeed sold by his parents, and he's a mute. That last line gives me a slight pause, as I like to be able to converse with people but it also says that he's very intelligent and can carry on a conversation just fine with people despite the fact that he can't talk. It doesn't matter anyway, I knew I had to have him the instant I saw him. I turn to my father now, the ruler of the entire world, the most elite Color, and catch his eye.
"Mine."
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