The next day, our paperwork had all gone through, our sale number assigned, and whatever else goes into making us ready for sale.

First thing: to the baths. I mentioned before that they made me very nervous, I think I figured it out that day.

There was some resentment from the slaves that looked at themselves as a lower class to us. Just our collars announced that we were more valuable than most of them were. We were also slender and, I admit it, kinda meek. On top of this, a lot of the labor slaves were criminals pressed into slavery, so they were not exactly friendly people to begin with.

Thankfully, the guild knew about these problems and had guards watching the baths. It also helped that we stuck together. Even two shy boys together is more of a threat than one.

After bathing and brushing, we were brought to our assigned stall. It looked like all the rest. It had a old but serviceable rug, which was a privilege. Nice to know we had not quite hit the very rock bottom rung of society. We were at least two steps up above "worked to death in a field.".

Yea.

So our collars were attached to the stall by long not too heavy chains, and two papers posted outside it describing what was for sale.

We had a lot of time to just sit there. After a while, I got bored and tried to see what our papers said. Annoyingly, the chains were just short enough I could not get a look. There is nothing crueler than to leave a cat's curiosity on the verge of being filled but just out of reach.

It didn't help that my brother found this amusing enough to start giggling.

He gestured me over, and I came to him, and we managed to pass the time just snuggling each other. You know, I'd not really had the time to do that in a while. We were either being trained, with Kaust, or one of many things other than being alone together.

It's funny that I thought of it as being alone with him, I mean, we were in a huge open building filled with slaves, an auction going on below us, the murmur of people talking everywhere. But here in our little corner of the place, we were alone together.

It was a pleasant way to spend the morning. It even made me forget my curiosity. We didn't try to play, that was not allowed of course. We just caressed each other's faces, stroked the other's sides, and kissed softly. We did a lot of that.

I wish we had admitted to ourselves earlier what we really meant to each other. Years of kissing we had lost.

As we were trying to make up for that error in judgment, people finally came to look at us.

At first we got up to our knees and turned to face everyone that stopped by our stall. Most of the time, though, they would come up, look at our papers, look at us curiously, then shrug and move on. A few would ask us a few questions. It was a mix, some about what we had been taught to do, some about how long we had been slaves, or why we were.

They seemed to like the answer that we had chosen to do this for our family. I got the idea that people who chose this themselves were better behaved.

A few asked why we were a bonded pair. That was sort of an embarrassing one. It was still a bit hard to just come out and say, "Oh, my brother is my lover and I could not live with out him." Most of them looked thoughtful about that, and then nodded like it was a good thing. A few were annoyed because they'd have liked to get just one of us.

After a while we just ignored the ones that didn't speak to us. It didn't seem to be required that we greet everyone that walked past, and some of them seemed to find out what they wanted to know by just watching us cuddle for a few minutes.

Cuddling openly with your brother is not the easiest thing to do when someone is watching. It feels... odd. But it got easier and easier. No one ever made a rude remark about it, looked disturbed, nothing.

Slowly we were coming to really accept what Kimdel had told us.

He did stop by at one point, I guess he really did take some interest in us. Didn't really say much, just seemed to make sure we properly set up, and then moved on. I think that's just the way he is. It was nice to know that he got the wheel fixed in time to do his business.

Meals were served to us by guild owned slaves. It wasn't exciting food, but we got better than the herbivorous got. It's just hard to make meat taste as bad as you can plants. Maybe I am biased on that, though.

Being a meat eating slave is actually a detractor. More expensive to feed. Of course, anyone that could afford to have a pair of boys to service their desires didn't really care about such costs, so that was not a problem for us.

We didn't quite get the attention that our rabbit friend did. There isn't as much call for male pleasure slaves as female, but we did get our share of interested parties. I'm pretty sure that anyone that had need of a male that liked others of his kind stopped by our stall to at least look.

Like here, those that did take an interest in us poked and prodded us. You know, it wasn't even the being groped by strangers that had a professional demeanor about them that really got to me. It was the checking my teeth like livestock. For some reason it just didn't strike me when they were doing it to Jea'shin, but the image was very vivid and humbling when they were doing it to us.

Sex. Yes, we were 'tested'. More of the people that stopped by our stall seemed to want to do so than they did here, but on the other hand, I think that is because they could have us do it with each other. There was a particular fascination with seeing that we really would have sex with each other on command. Usually just some light play that didn't go anywhere, though once and a while we were allowed to climax.

I say that like it was nothing, don't I? It wasn't. The first few times was really hard, it would often draw a little crowd. It felt like being the floor show at a tavern. It grew easier over time, but the embarrassment of having sex with my brother out in the open like that never went away fully.

The comment I heard the most about that was 'adorable' and 'charming'.

Not the most helpful evaluations to quell the burning flush under my fur.

This is pretty much what happened over the next four days until our actual auction. The interest in us increased over time, and became almost constant the last evening. Our auction was the morning of the next day.

There were a few memorable incidents. Well, that's not true. It was all very memorable. I suppose I should say noteworthy.

One was someone bringing a female slave along to see if we really were not interested in girls. I'd never seen a black jackal before, so it was a surprise to me. Slender, not underfed, just slim, and those ears. I wonder where they come from. I never did get to know here name.

This time I was the one that got stuck with the task, and it wasn't standing there while she got me off. No, I was to touch and fondle her, and when I didn't get firm from that, they had me go down on her. That was a weird experience. I'd heard tell that females could be nasty to do this to, I didn't really find that to be the case myself. Tasted different than a guy, the scent was a lot stronger, I think. But I didn't find it revolting or anything.

I have to admit, I did enjoy it a bit. Not because I had any interest in touching a girl, but because it very obviously made her feel good. I'm proud to say I got her off. I never got hard doing it though.

My brother helped groom the scent out of my face fur when I was done.

I was wondering if this week would constitute the entirety of our female sex life, or if some future master would make us service girls. Just because we didn't find them interesting didn't mean we would not be made to pleasure them, after all. We are slaves, your interests are not important.

As had just been graphically demonstrated.

Oh, the other really notable incident. This one... it surprised me. Not just in what was wanted, but... well, let me just tell you.

I later learned the man's name was Master Slaver Honas. He was feline himself, but taller than us, and with a grayish white pelt with truly beautiful spots. His tail was nearly as thick as a wolf's, but longer, with huge spots along it's back. A snow cat from the north, and if I remember right from reading they are considered to be of the leopard family like we were.

Yes, I found him attractive.

He had a buyer with curious tastes, and he wanted to find out if we were suitable for it. He was kind enough to explain some of it before we started. "Slaves, this is going to involve you being hurt. It is not punishment. I don't want you to feel like it is. There are other uses for pain."

Now, up to this point, the only thing being hurt by a Master had meant to me was both a very sore rear, and more importantly, feeling very bad about myself for causing it in the first place. I'm sure my brother felt the same, and we both had the same thing written on our faces. Dread.

"Right, you've clearly not done this before" he said, and hmmmed to himself. "Have you ever had your nipples pinched firmly while aroused, and liked that?" I said, "yes Master".

I suddenly felt like this was a mistake as his attention turned to me specifically. "Good, that's a start and easy enough to work with. Back against the wall slave, and grab it above you. Spread your legs." It was worthy of note that by now we had given up getting dressed every time we were stripped, so we were both nude. I did as asked.

Having your legs spread wide when you've been told that your about to be hurt, well. I must have looked rather scared. I was relieved to find out that wasn't why I was in that pose.

"You" he said, speaking to my brother now, "kneel down and get your brother hard. You are going to pleasure him, and if you do it right, he may well enjoy this. Do you understand?"

He said, "yes Master." For a moment I felt bad for him, I mean, no pressure, right? Then I remembered I was the one that was going to get it. I looked down at him and did my best to smile. He did the same. They were both weak nervous smiles, but it helped anyway.

Anyway, he was doing as instructed. As it turned out being nervous or outright scared never stopped me from getting aroused. I swear at times it helped. Of course, my brother knew just how to get me squirming and panting with his muzzle and paws, and soon my shaft stuck out firm before me.

"Ebony shaft, nice. Defiantly a plus. Now, take him in your muzzle and pleasure him, but don't try and make him cum until I say you may." My brother took my entire cock, gods but that felt good. I have to say it was worth all those times I choked on fingers and other toys to be able to both do it, and have it done to me.

Pleasurable as that was, it was a brief distraction, because I saw him hefting the dreaded Riding Crop that I had somehow managed to miss was hanging from his belt before. He stood at my side, and said, "Slave, I am going to strike your chest with this. I will start light, and then strike progressively harder. I want you to do your very best to focus on what your brother is doing, and warn me if you think you are going to go soft. I will let you know if you may cum. Do you understand?"

I found myself saying "Yes, Master" instead of saying "oh please I didn't do anything wrong, why..." which is what was really running through my mind. I wonder if he could see that. Slavers were really good at guessing what their product was thinking.

His fingers gripped my jaw and he turned my face to look at his. His eyes were icy blue. Why that struck me at that moment as important, I don't know. Anyway, he said, "Slave, you have done nothing wrong. You are going to do your best to take this to please me. It's as simple as that. Ok?"

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and said, "Yes Master."

As he lifted the crop and found the right angle he wanted, holding it over my chest, I decided I'd rather not watch, and closed my eyes. I concentrated as much as I could on the mouth I knew very well gently sucking on me, and the hand caressing my balls.

It startled me and I gasped when he first struck, but he didn't hit hard. It stung a little, that's about it. I honestly relaxed a little, thinking, "ok, it's not that bad..." He struck again over the other side of my chest, leaving a little stinging spot where it hit. I started to think I could do this.

He worked me up to harder blows that made me cry out, but I found myself just breathing harder, and not having lost the pleasure in my loins. I was actually getting more aroused as my brother kept at it. He can make me cum pretty quickly when he wants, or drag it out like this.

As he struck me, he said, "It's ok, don't be afraid to cry out slave." You know, that helped. Not trying to restrain myself that is. As it grew harder, making my chest burn and ache, I was crying out pretty loud, too.

Thus far he had avoided my nipples entirely. That was not to last. It was like starting over again, he started with little light slaps over them, alternating, taking his time. Now, that felt... I can't explain it. With my chest already sore, it made my stomach tense, and I didn't realize it at first, but slowly it dawned on me as he hit them harder and harder that the urge to cum was building fast.

There is a limit, though, between what I can take and still focus on my desire. He crossed it. I suppose it was inevitable as he was testing me. I cried out, "Please Master..." and could not get the rest out as he struck me again. I had not even realized that I was crying up to the point I tried to speak.

He seemed to understand though. He stopped hitting me entirely, and started to rub my sore nipples with his fingers. My jaw just dropped and I started to groan, and I heard him say, "make him cum now." With that order I felt my brother put his all into it while he soothingly rubbed my nipples.

That's not what made me climax, though.

He pinched my nipples, firmly, already very tender from the crop's abuse, it sent pain through my chest. It also made me scream in ecstasy as I climaxed violently in my brother's mouth. I was sobbing and cumming as hard as I ever had at the same time.

I think that startled him as much as it did me. It's been a while since I felt him choke on my cum anyway.

After I was spent he eased off his grip on my nipples, and he stroked my face, tenderly even, saying, "good boy. You did very well for your first time."

He had made me scream, cry, cum, and all I could think was that I was happy that I had pleased him.

"Help your brother down now, slave and comfort him. You both did very well." He didn't really have to tell him that, but it was nice that he thought of it.

We curld up together and he tried to sooth my chest a bit, but mostly we cuddled and kissed as he stroked the tears from my face. He asked me in a whisper how it felt, and I had to admit it. I liked it.

I didn't notice, but later my brother mentioned that Honas had stuck around watching us thoughtfully for a few minutes as he cared for me before he left. He also told me that we had drawn quite a crowd.

Mercifully it was late, and most people left us alone after that. Either because of how we looked, or because everyone interested had already stopped by. I don't know.

At least it took my mind off the fact that tomorrow was auction day.

The day we would be sold.