Bailey Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)
Authors: Anitra Lynn McLeod
Tags: #Romance
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
Seven Brothers for McBride 1
Anitra Lynn McLeod
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Seven Brothers for McBride 1
ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD
Copyright © 2013
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.