I tried. I really did. But I just could not speak before that man. I froze.

I so wish I had my brother's strength like that. But all I can do is try. And I will.

Kaust. Why was he asking so much about Kaust? Why did he care that we were close friends before we gave up our lives?

I think that is what scared me the most. I didn't understand what he wanted.

Out next lesson really could not have come at a better time as far as I was concerned. We were dropped off by our masters at part of the large auction hall. There were displays setup for the various merchandise. It was hard to think of myself as, I don't know, a rug for sale, but there we were.

Anyway.

There were booths setup along walkways in the large open building, in big loops around it. Some of the booths were big and contained a "lot", a group of slaves that were being auctioned at the same time. They were kept here before the auctions started so that potential buyers could inspect them.

The lot size varied with the value of the slave. The farm laborers were grouped together in sets of ten or so. Some of the household staff slaves in twos and threes. Pleasure slaves, and other 'unusual purpose' slaves, were in small booths by themselves in their own area along the back of the place.

It was the rules that slaves left here were to be chained to their boots by either ankle or collar. In the case of slaves that they didn't want to mar the looks off, the collar was often chosen, since a bad ankle shackle could ruin fur or worse.

So there was this female rabbit, wearing a loincloth, like us. No top. Brown and cream fur, in big splotches as rabbits tend to have. I guess she was pretty, at least from what I remember other boys liking. I'm no expert on such things myself. Her name was Jea'shin. I think it was foreign, didn't sound Imperial anyway.

Master Radam explained, as he had one of the attendances lock chains onto our collars, "Your master and I have reached an arrangement for you to spend some time today giving these two slaves massage tips."

She said, "yes, Master." We bowed our heads, and Radam wandered off. He and Kaust had business to do, after all, they had a lot of purchasing for the return trip to make. We were not the only thing they had to do here by a longshot.

Being reminded of that put that lump back in my throat as I watched them walk away. After market was over, they would go back home. We would go to wherever the slaver that bought us or master or whatever called home.

"Hey, why so sad? Going to miss your old Master or Mistress?" she said, looking at me I think.

"We didn't have Masters before." I said, and turned to look at her.

"Oh, must be new. Just thinking about home, then? Criminals never get this duty, so you two must have had money problems."

She had a kind face, really, and she seemed to honestly care that we were looking sad. I guess that's what prompted my brother to explain a bit more. "We were close to Master Radam's son before we had to take collars. And yea, home, leaving our family and friends behind..."

You could hear her surprise. "Oh? A slaver?" Then she stopped herself for a second, and she got a sad look herself, "not many people get to know them, well, until we end up here. But, ... that must be hard. I could not imagine becoming property under someone I was friends with before."

After a few moments silence, she said, "Not that I really remember what that was like much any more anyway. That seems like ages ago. Now, right, my name is Jea'shin, what is you two's?"

"Tim and Tom" I said. She looked at me funny, and said, "So which is which?" I shrugged and my brother said, "Does it matter?" We have a little list of that sort of answer we give, you know. Somehow, the silly game had become even more important to us these days.

She blinked a few times, and then started to giggle. She had a nice smile, and it made me smile a bit too.

"Well, one of you two get on your belly and we can get started. I'll start by demonstrating." My brother got down first. I don't think I've explained it, but we can sort of tell by how the other holds himself when one is about to do something. It keeps us from both doing it at the same time. I'm told that it looks like we have planned these things out in advance, or must be able to read each other's minds.

It's fun to let people believe that.

She straddled his back and placed her hands on his spine, and had me watch carefully as she explained the proper way to hold one's hands. Then she started showing how to move them. It certainly made my brother make some pleased noises. She demonstrated several different motions, and then had me take her place and do it.

Instruction went slow because she had to switch off showing both of us, but really, there was no hurry. We had all day to do this.

Yea. All day getting and giving massage. Oh the horror.

Jokes aside, it is hard work. I thought a loom could cramp one's hands. Oh no. Not even. This is why hand massage was high on the priority lists for our lessons. Even she, who had obviously done this a lot, needed to stop once and a while.

I don't think she would have thought to ask one of us to help with her hands. She actually seemed embarrassed when we both took one and returned the favor. We ended up doing that several times over the day. All of us needed it.

There is a lot more places that you can rub than I thought, and the face is one of the most intimate. I'm glad we got to know her a bit before she started showing us that, having someone do that to you requires a bit of trust. And it felt really odd to have a girl do it.

When she had us try on each other, she giggled and told us we look adorable together. It made me both pleased and embarrassed at the same time, which was becoming a disturbingly common occurrence. I'm not sure what my brother thought since my eyes were closed at the time.

Now, while we were enjoying melting each other, and making our hands ache, we were uninterrupted several times. As I mentioned, these stalls were here so that prospective buyers could examine goods before the auctions. We were not registered yet on the auction list, so no one knew to come looking for us. However, Jea'shin was.

For a change we got a demonstration of what was to come for us.

She was poked and prodded, her teeth were examined, she was asked questions about her skills, her health, her ears were checked to see how much they flopped. Of course, there were a lot of intimate things, too. They were not shy about inspecting her female parts, and once even trying out her oral skills.

They were curious about us, even if we were not what they were looking for, a pair of twin slaves in an unusual enough sight to get them to eye us a bit. We had to explain once or twice why we where in her stall, and once someone asked if we were going to be up for auction. We told them we expected to be, but did not know which auction yet.

A few wanted to use us as props to test her with, until it was explained we had no idea what to do with a girl. This did not deter one fellow, however.

"You don't like the girls, eh?" speaking to me after I explained just that. Then he told her, "Slave, see if you can make him cum."

I tried to say something, but he just shot me a look. I was getting to know that look. The "don't you even dare protest" look. So I did what she told me to, which was to lean up against the edge of the stall, and close my eyes, and spread my legs a bit.

She went down on me, starting with caresses and licking, fondling my balls. She was quite good, actually, she seemed quite able to find out exactly what I enjoyed. The finger under my tail helped a good deal.

I really didn't want her to look bad, she was a really nice girl, so I tried imagining it was my brother doing this. That didn't work so well, I know exactly what his muzzle feels like, his fingers, every touch, every move. So I fantasized about the male fox in the next stall over, who was, I might add, peeking around the corner to watch this display. That worked better.

Between that, and the fact she was very skilled, she didn't take long at all to get me to cum.

After that slaver left, she said, "Thanks, I could tell you were trying. I think that will help my price out" with a little giggle.

I smiled, and thanked her for making me cum, and then asked just exactly what she had been doing with her tongue.

So there you have it, two gay boys and a girl sitting around discussing the finer points of sucking cock.

I think we all learned a few things that day.