Seven Brothers for McBride 1
Bailey Morgan
Body, soul, and blood…
Sheriff Dillion McBride has inherited the seven Morgan brothers. They will run his farm and provide him with a steady supply of blood. To get them at optimal capacity for both, McBride needs to find them suitable mates, but he must also overcome his own growing fascination for Caleb Morgan.
The youngest Morgan brother, Bailey, is shy, sweet, and utterly clueless about sex. When he’s presented with a beautiful thrall, he’s more than eager to learn the ways of a man with his mate, but he’s concerned about providing for him.
At the thrall house, Ferris Jones learned about sex in theory but never practice. What Ferris really wants is love, but when he’s given to a massive slammer, he sees that dream slipping away.
While a new virus threatens to destroy what’s left of the world, Bailey and Ferris struggle to forge a relationship and create love despite the danger.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Futuristic, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 36,173 words
BAILEY MORGAN
Seven Brothers for McBride 1
Anitra Lynn McLeod
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MANLOVE
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BAILEY MORGAN
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BAILEY MORGAN
Seven Brothers for McBride 1
ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
Sheriff Dillon McBride had inherited the Morgan brothers along with his father’s other holdings. This would be a good thing as the seven of them could run his tallos farm with ease. The problem was they needed companions. In order to get them working and working hard, they had to have a way to deal with their sexual, emotional, and blood needs. McBride knew the best way to do that was to get them the men they craved. The only way to do that was to buy them. If he had more money, he could have companions tailor-made for each of the brothers, but that wasn’t going to happen, not with the miserable state of his funds. His second-best choice was to take a ready-made man and hope the pairing worked.
To that end, he was at the thrall auction on a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon.
The first offering was skinny, pasty, and clearly suffering from some kind of malnourishment. McBride could get him for a pittance, but none of the Morgan brothers would want him. Zooks! With their massive builds, they’d crush the poor boy into dust without meaning to, and he wouldn’t offer much in the way of blood. To feed himself the best, McBride had to feed his men the best. So McBride passed on the offering. He needed stronger blood thralls who could handle the demands of the Morgan brothers.
The next half dozen men who were paraded across the platform were about the same as the first. He sighed. McBride realized he might just have to go off-world to get what his men needed. And then, onto the stage came a perfect companion for Bailey Morgan.
The sexual slave was about six feet tall with a slender build. He had sleek muscles and very little body hair over his pale skin. His skull hair was brownish-blond, longish, but clean. His downcast eyes indicated he was very submissive, which would suit the proud Bailey quite well. His price, indicated by the color of the collar around his neck, was reasonable if he was quality.
Immediately, several bidders’ eyes widened at the prize of this thrall, but they just as quickly looked away. That pink collar indicated he was the most expensive blood slave offered so far. He was well out of the average man’s price range, but not McBride’s. His funds were limited but not that limited.
“I want to inspect this one.” McBride pointed.
“As you wish, sir.” The old merchant was dressed in the drab gray robes of his class, but he moved with the grace of a much younger man. “Present yourself, Ferris.”
Dutifully, the young man got down on his hands and knees on the edge of the platform near to where McBride was standing.
“Spread your legs a little wider, boy.” McBride tapped his inner thighs. “I want to fully examine you.” Since Ferris was nude, McBride was able to see everything once he parted his slender legs. Ferris was meticulously clean. His cock was flaccid but a good size. His balls were tidy, hairless, and were tight against his body. There were no bruises on him. He hadn’t been bleached to look pale but had acquired his color by birth. He was hairless by genetics and not shaved as some less-than-scrupulous thrall auctioneers were notorious for doing. Even though McBride was the sheriff, he didn’t take it for granted that the merchants would be reluctant to
swindle him. When money was a motivator, men often did anything and everything to acquire more of it.
McBride gently parted Ferris’s cheeks and inspected his hole. Pink, firm, obviously untouched, hence the high price of the pink collar. When he blew out against the pucker, it quivered, and there was a good corresponding twitch in Ferris’s cock.
“Very nice.” McBride calculated Ferris’s cost averaged out over a lifetime with one of his slammers and found the total more than agreeable. Ferris would feed Bailey, who would in turn feed McBride. Some thought they could skimp on one of those steps and still get good blood to the top alpha, but McBride knew better. The happier his blood donors, the better the quality and quantity of their offerings to him.
“You wish to buy him?” The elder merchant’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Has he been trained at all?” McBride urged Ferris to turn and he continued his inspection by opening his mouth and wiggling his teeth. All real. He tilted his face and looked at both eyes, then in his ears, then sifted his fingers through his hair. Soft. Surprisingly so. He didn’t look as if he had been drunk from, but McBride checked his neck under the collar just the same. Ferris’s neck was unmarked. McBride turned him around again and ran his hands over his back and buttocks. Firm, but not surgically enhanced.
“No, sir. I generally don’t deal in the trained ones.” The merchant lowered his voice. “The trained ones cost twice as much.”
McBride considered Ferris’s sweet hole again as he thought of Bailey. Would Ferris be able to handle Bailey’s prodigious cock? Bailey was a bit shy, but he was also big. “You’d better give me a rectal dilator.” McBride sighed. This was his first purchase, and already he’d spent more than he’d anticipated. Worse, he’d have to train not only Bailey but Ferris as well. Outfitting all seven brothers with companions and training them would wipe out his funds and take up what little free time he had. Still, there was nothing to be done about the situation but to deal with it. Complaining wasn’t going to change a thing and probably wouldn’t even make him feel better.
“That comes standard with all the pink thralls.” The merchant gently touched the pink collar around Ferris’s neck. Once McBride got him home and gave him to Bailey, he would wear a new collar to show who owned him.
“Good.” With that included in the deal, it would save McBride a bit for future purchases. “Are his papers in order?” McBride wasn’t about to have stolen stock on his farm. Since he was the local law, that wouldn’t do at all. And now McBride understood the merchant’s dubious look. As a landed gentryman, McBride wasn’t allowed to buy a thrall to service himself. The thought alone was nauseating. McBride could appreciate a fine young specimen like Ferris, but his attraction ran toward men of his own type. McBride liked alphas with big balls, huge cocks, and body hair. He found it curious that thralls were deliberately bred to be free of body hair when it was such an attractive feature.
“Yes, sir. Papers, dilator, and even the first month’s supply of grease pellets are all standard for pinks.”
For the price on the sale board, it was a pretty good deal that McBride probably couldn’t match elsewhere. Going off-world would get expensive, so this was probably his best bet. And the training would be pleasurable, to a degree. He had always enjoyed watching others fornicate. As intimate as he was with his slammers, McBride didn’t fuck them. When he drank, they were allowed to masturbate, as was McBride, but he rarely did. He thought it would only complicate the relationship. Still, he would enjoy watching them learn how to pleasure their companion and gain pleasure for themselves. It was entirely healthy for an alpha male such as himself to take on the role of instructor.
“I’d like to see more by this vendor to get the rest of my men companions,” McBride said as he perused Ferris’s papers. They were in order. As a bonus, the young man spoke three languages. Hmmm. McBride considered. That meant he was smart, but again, he seemed terribly shy, so he would have to wait and see if there were sparks with Bailey. If not, this fine young man could go to another brother.
“No additional stock today, sir.”
Gone was the disapproving look once the man realized the thrall was not for McBride himself but for a man he owned. McBride found it curious, because no landed gentryman could buy a thrall for himself. He almost asked if one had done so, but he decided not to chase after lawbreakers when enough of them fell into his hands on their own.
“Tomorrow I will have new thralls from the same man. He usually brings two but lately only one.” The seller was happy to put them on reserve for the sheriff. Such a move was wise given how McBride could make or break the man’s ability to keep his market platform open.
“Until tomorrow, then.” McBride considered the payment bond, approved the amount verbally, and then added his thumb stamp. “Come along, Ferris. I will have you mated by nightfall.”
Ferris dutifully walked behind McBride with his head down and his hands held protectively over his genitals. Once McBride was seated in his saddle, he turned and pulled Ferris up, seating him before him on the dressiter. The six-legged beasts offered an amazingly smooth ride.
When Ferris tensed at the feel of McBride’s cock digging into his buttock, McBride soothed him. “You will not be harmed. I assure you. I will teach your mate and you how it is to please one another.”
“Yes, sir. I thank you, sir.”
“Are you afraid of large men?”
“A bit, sir.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t rightly know.”
“I think you will suit my proud Bailey well. He’s large, but gentle.”
“I will not be yours, sir?”
“No.” McBride would love to have a companion of his own, but as a landed gentryman, he couldn’t simply buy a pretty male to assuage his passions. He had to have one of some standing. If he had a man in his home and in his bed, he had to be of his same class. Just the idea of making the rounds with a thrall on his arm made him wince. No. When he mated, if he mated, he would have to have a very special and particular type of man. The mere thought of trying to find one sounded like nothing but drudgery. McBride would stick to hand service and his right to use his men’s necks until he absolutely couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Will you use me, sir?” Ferris had relaxed slightly against McBride’s bulge.
“No.” But McBride had to admit Ferris’s body felt good against his, and his long, sleek neck was appealing. “You are not to be bandied about to all and sundry.” McBride was aware that some less-wealthy gentrymen bought one thrall for many slammers. He thought that practice was barbaric, but since it was legal there was nothing he could do about it. “You will belong to one man, and him alone. After I’ve instructed you, there will be none other to touch you but him.”
Ferris sighed and his tight shoulders relaxed. As the dressiter moved, it gently swayed Ferris’s buttocks against McBride’s rapidly hardening cock. McBride did his best to ignore the stimulation. When his teeth started to itch, he teased the tender tips with his tongue. Tonight, he would drink, but not from this boy.
“Did your owner ever touch you?” McBride should have asked before he bought him, but Ferris seemed so well cared for the thought hadn’t crossed his mind until the boy’s trepidation at being close alerted him to the potential molestation.
“He fingered me, lightly, just to test my firmness, but he did not penetrate my hole, and he never bit my neck. He was rather taken with another.”
McBride was glad he had not been swindled. Some men used the blow test, like he did, but others preferred to use an educated finger. Pressed against a thrall’s rectum, it became very evident if the factory seal had been broken. Any bite on the neck left a telltale scar.
“Your mouth is pure as well?” McBride noticed during his inspection that Ferris had perfect teeth.
“Yes, sir. I have always been diligent about my self-care.”
“You seem strong as well.”
“I took fitness classes in
addition to language.”
“Excellent. I have a tallos farm that could use more strong hands.”
“I thought I was to be a blood thrall?”
“You will service your man as your duty calls, but you will work, too. I will not have you lay idle on your back while the others labor.” McBride knew of some companions who were treated that way, but he saw no reason not to use all hands to further his farm. “You will be given a share of the harvest.”
“Oh, thank you, sir!” Ferris straightened at that, as well he should. Most thralls were treated like property. They had limited rights, and once their allure as a sexual object faded they were often drunk from until they died. But McBride saw no reason to enslave the companions of his men. Like the Morgan brothers themselves, their companions would have the same basic rights. McBride expected them to work, but he was generous with their benefits. They each had their own small mechanized house complete with a cookbot. They earned a portion of the tallos harvest profits. They were free to go off-world once a year for a vacation, and he had most recently promised to provide them all with companions. It was going to cost him dearly, but in the end, McBride believed he would be repaid threefold. If they were happy and had an outlet for all that pent-up passion, they would be able to focus on work and stop fighting amongst themselves.
At one point their prior owner had bought them a sexdroid, but they’d broken the poor thing the very first night. It was Caleb who had fucked the thing into a meltdown. Built to withstand the rigors of a mining planet, the sexdroid couldn’t handle one encounter with the massive Caleb. McBride shivered. He was saving Caleb’s companion for last. To satisfy his hungers, McBride would probably have to go off-world. A young, tender thrall like Ferris would never be able to withstand the demands of sex with Caleb let alone his hunger when he needed blood. If a man made of steel couldn’t, then how could a man formed of flesh?
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