Saw this pic on Facebook and the story banged into my head. Wish I looked like him! Wish I was the narrator of this story! Enjoy! —-skip

On The Busses

by Skip J. Hanford

February 27, 2024

I was on the commuter train home when the two men sat down across the aisle from me. One in a robe, the other nearly naked except for gold-laced shoulder pads, a loincloth and studded sandals. He was young, tanned and muscular. I checked him out. He saw me looking at him and quickly looked away. Long enough for me to see his wonderful dark eyes.

I nodded over at the man in the robe who seemed to be his Master. He nodded back.

“You selling him?” I asked.

The near-naked man glanced up for a moment, then looked away.

“Only to get rid of him,” the man said. “I’m having to downsize. I inherited a bunch of slaves like him.”

“What’s your price?” I asked.

“He is yours if you will pledge an amount to the Empire,” the man said. “And address me as Master.”

“I am no slave,” I said.

“But you will be trading for a Mastership, to own this young man. He is paying for his crimes. You will remain free. He will never be free. Look at those muscles, those lips.”

I looked. My tunic was getting tight around my crotch.

“Yes, Master.” I said. “How much do I pledge?”

“His name is Marco,” the man said. “Here is what you pledge.”

Marco, the near-naked young man, had lowered his head the moment the man spoke his name, showing the full weight of being owned.

It was nearly an hour later after walking Marco, walking as subservient as he could, from the bus stop to my apartment that I locked the door behind the two of us.

That was when Marco collapsed on the floor laughing.

“Oh, my God! Oh my God!” Marco said laughing. “I’ll never forget that! ‘He is yours if you will pledge an amount to the Empire.’” Marco rolled onto his back and kept laughing. “I had no idea your Brother was anything like an actor!”

“Yeah, but the three of us earned third place in the costume contest,” I said, shucking off my makeshift toga. “You’re problem is you’re such a youngish-looking hunk!”

“Yeah, I am!” Marco said. “You know why I agreed to do that whole thing?”

“No, why?” I asked.

“We met on February 18^th,” he said. “Our first official date was February 27^th.” Sixteen years ago today”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right!” I said. I forgot that part!” I only remembered when we met and our wedding in 2016 after they legalized it.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Marco asked with a grin. “You did buy me on the bus, remember?”

“Let me help you out of this stuff first,” I said, kissing him. “Then we’ll see.”

“Yes, Sir,” Marco said with a smile.

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