In a land far from here many years ago, there were but two classes of people. There were the owners and there were the owned. It was into this world that Jarrod was born.
He was born owned. His parents, if you could call them that, were owned by Mistress Delschant. She was a famous breeder of slaves in her day and her slave sales were the most popular in the land. Yes, Jarrod was born a slave. His parents were both unusual, blond and blue eyed, which was not normal in this place. Mistress Delschant chose to breed them and Jarrod was the result. She knew a child of theirs would be worth its weight in gold and she was correct. Jarrod was born fair of face and of gentle disposition. He was not raised by his slave parents as that was not how things were done in his time. Instead, he was placed in the nursery with the other slave children. There he was taught the rudiments of what he needed to survive in his world.
Mistress Delschant was most famous for her pleasure slaves and it was for this purpose Jarrod was bred. He was hidden as he grew, learning what he needed to know to be successful in his field, and on his 18th birthday he was finally shown at the first of many slave showings.
They were widely popular and owners from all over the country would come for one of Mistress Delschant's showings. She was considered to be one of the best breeders available so her slaves always were in demand. Jarrod was especially rare and very pleasing so the price on his head was high. He was shown at many showings but there was never an acceptable offer made for him.
As time went by, and as was the custom of Mistress Delschant, he was offered on a trial basis. This was customary for expensive slave flesh as a way to know you were getting what you paid for. As such, by the time he had turned 21 Jarrod had had many female and male lovers, prospective buyers who chose to sample him. None had made an acceptable offer to buy. Not that they were not satisfied, as they most certainly were. Jarrod was well-trained after all. It was that Mistress Delschant was particularly fond of Jarrod herself and kept his price unusually high. Therefore, few had the funds to purchase him and even fewer thought he was worth it.
Therefore, when Jarrod was called to the main hall for yet another showing, he thought nothing of it. He was summoned for these regularly, sometimes two or three a day, as new owners arrived and wished to see the selection available. He entered with his eyes down, as he had been trained to do, not knowing who the customer was. He noticed a few other male slaves like himself, nodded in their direction. Mostly the hall was filled with female slaves so Jarrod assumed the buyer was male. His eyes quickly surveyed the room and caught sight of him.
Lord Hartshorn had not been to Mistress Delschant's in years. He hadn't had much cause to travel so far for slave flesh. But one of his smaller holdings, Stratton Bend, was nearby and he had been in the area. He enjoyed looking over the offerings; it gave him pleasure to know he could buy any of the slaves offered. He was one of the wealthiest men in the country and Mistress Delschant knew it. She was determined he would purchase something, anything. She paraded her best, her average and her low quality slaves before him. She was determined to please him and she would not be denied.
Jarrod did not know who Lord Hartshorn was. He had never seen him before. But he realized that he was handsome for an older gentleman. His hair was dark as night, peppered lightly with the beginnings of grey, and his eyes, from this distance, appeared to be light in color, perhaps green. He was tall, at least a good head taller than Jarrod, and muscular. It was obvious he took good care of himself.
Lord Hartshorn noticed the blue-eyed boy looking him over but he was not in the market for a male slave. These were pleasure slaves and he had never felt the desire for a male one. So he dismissed the boy and turned his attentions to the lovely selection of female flesh.
He let his eyes wander about, admiring each one for a moment before moving on to the next. He intended to take advantage of Mistress Delschant's well-known hospitality for a few days so he would choose carefully. He knew she expected him to make a purchase so he meant to spend his money wisely. He hesitated but he chose a buxom wench with dark hair and bright blue eyes, large full breasts and fair skin. As was the custom, he had a leash to indicate his selection and he clipped it to the collar about her throat. Another slave came forward to lead him to a private room where he could sample before he purchased.
She was a capable girl and he enjoyed her immensely. She was well trained and able to make him cum numerous times. Finally she drifted to sleep beside him but his thoughts kept him from following her. He could not forget the boy with the blue eyes.
Finally unable to take another minute, he slapped her ass and she awoke. He sent her out to fetch her Mistress. Getting out of the bed, he wrapped his dressing gown around himself and ran his fingers through his hair, waiting for Mistress Delschant. When she arrived, he did not hesitate in making his wishes known and she set off to summon the blue-eyed boy.
A short time passed before Lord Hartshorn heard the soft knock on the door and, with a word of admittance, the blue-eyed boy was inside the small chamber. He knelt at Lord Hartshorn's feet, as he had been trained to do, and he was asked his name. His whispered response, "Jarrod", caused Lord Hartshorn's breath to catch in his throat. He wasn't sure why he felt the need, at this point in his life, to feel a man's lips around him but he did. He opened his dressing gown and offered his full hard cock to the slave before him and Jarrod quickly took it inside his warm wet mouth.
