Tomorrow the Boys ‘Я’ Us sale was to start. All the stock was desperate to be sold before it started. You got all sorts of riff-raff trying to get something for nothing in the sale. The three boys could only hope that someone with real cash, who would know how to treat their slaves properly, would want to secure their purchase before the free-for-all started and the hoi-polloi arrived.
How could they make themselves look their best? It wasn’t easy for Ewan and Leo who had their hands drawn together above their heads and especially for Ewan who was already desperate for a pee. Dean would probably find it easier. He was the tallest and best cut of the three. He was spread-eagled against the wall but not that tightly and he could easily flex his athletic frame to impress prospective buyers with his muscular definition.
Leo could always hope that his desperate “cute little blonde” ploy and his wide, brown eyes would melt the heart of any lady buyers but Ewan really didn’t think he could stop himself fidgeting for long enough not to cause any prospective owners serious concerns about his suitability.
The doors opened and the last day before the sale started . . .