Bread & Games
Introduction for a short story I may or may not do.
Rays of warmth stretched across the city adorned with many flowers. Smiles of glee were on the children's faces. Among the sun-basking city that had seemed to be made of innumerable amounts of beautiful things, there was much merriment to be had from all the various distractions the city offered by all people. From each flower that had been perfectly planted, to be where the city's planners wished them to be, and pruned to remove the unfortunate and unsightly petals that had never had a chance to blossom, to those who did the planting and the pruning, everything seemed to be of perfect beauty.
Whenever a child ran through the multicolored of roses, tulips, violets, carnations, and all manner of pretty looking and sweet-smelling flowers, which encompassed most of the city, the gardeners would smile, and sometimes they would join them, frolicking in the beauty of the city without a care. Laughter of young and old alike could often be heard in this city; it was almost as if it was an endless carnival. Onlookers very rarely stay onlookers; soon they find themselves among the city's population.
Whether it is the natural beauty of the flowers that grace the vast landscape, or the ornate and extravagant buildings that accompany the near endless field of flowers, everyone agreed they found something marvelous. Among these beautiful marble buildings, people indulged themselves in what seemed to be endless pleasure.
All manner of foods were produced in vast quantities and devoured without a care; one's time could be spent playing one of the any virtual reality arcades that offer a blissful release from reality. Otherwise, gambling is available to those who love the thrill of risk, and seductive tempters offer affection and intimacy to those who have none in this opulent city.
The city, it seems, is a playground for all. With amusements to be found throughout the city, the profits flow. Unrivaled wealth belongs to the city, filling the city's coffers with mountains of riches. With this vast wealth, this city reached the highest echelons of power, where their power rippled across oceans brought monarchs to their knees, soared through the skies and made presidents bow. It was a master of masters and dispenser of pleasures.
In this city of untold extravagance and distractions, in an elegant bar with and refined ornaments, there was a brown-eyed boy with sweet bedroom eyes leaning over the bar. His elbows holding his slender frame against the bar, he was holding back his excited expression. Seductive, skin-revealing clothing made him stand out among the crowd. Every now and then he took a sip of his cocktail.
A black ruffled skirt was snug on his thighs and his top was a short, black, little sweeter, which showed a pierced belly-button. The large strong hands took his small male's waist; after turning him around, he learned into the brunet. The boy's small body pressed against the bar as he let out a soft moan, throwing his arms around the other's broad shoulders. His soft, ample, red lipstick-stained lips meet the man's; their tongues danced with one another swirling around each other. Another soft moan escaped the boy.
With a large amount of cash being placed in the boy's skirt, the boy was bought, as he often was, and without another word they went to another room, where this young man gave him as pleasure as he desired.
No matter with whom he was with, Lyle enjoyed his work. Young or old, rich or poor, man or woman, beautiful or ugly, rough or gentle, Lyle would find time for them, for a price of course.