# Window Shopping (Draft)

Bacchus Boulevard was truly a sight to behold, a place where virtue and vice seem to have switched places to the joy of the people that go there. Anyone even half-paying attention to goings-on in the Commonwealth would know the name of the infamous street.

Named after the Greek God of wine and debauchery, Bacchus Boulevard was painted in his color by the tinted street lamps that lit up the dark sky overhead. To say that the place lived up to its namesake would be something of an understatement. Hedonism was the name of the game in Bacchus Boulevard.

There was something for everyone in Bacchus. However filthy rich or stinking poor, Bacchus was a place for indulging in one's basest desires. After all, if there was one thing the haves share with the have-nots is that everyone was fucking _horny._ Hell, the disadvantaged of Seaside City flocked to the street for the surprisingly plentiful and stable employment opportunities.

Rumor had it that supers, too, were frequent patrons of Bacchus' plentiful establishments. They all came on their personal time, wearing their secret identities. Their public images were far too important to mar with the tacitly-approved depravity that clung to every inch of Bacchus Boulevard.

Brian Hummer, however, wasn't one of the gifted. Not that he would have admitted it if he _was_ one. But he wasn't. At least, not to his knowledge.

Brian had known about Bacchus ever since he was old enough to touch himself and get something out of it. He just had never had the chance. Even when he was transferred out to Seaside City by his company a year ago, he had been too swamped in the tumultuous transition to find enough personal time to see the sights. _Now_ was his first opportunity to really take a step back and explore his new home.

Looking around at the lively folk moving up and down the street, Brian took a deep breath. The smell of sea-salt was thick in the air, and he could _just_ hear the sound of churning waves above the quiet din of the crowd.

Now that he was here, standing at the entrance to the most infamous street in the entire Commonwealth, Brian just knew that every moment he'd waited for the chance to come here was well worth it. He couldn't wait to become better acquainted with the place.

With a small smile, Brian stuck his hands in the pockets of his sweater. He walked down the street, excited for the big purchase that he had in mind for tonight. The extra few months of working had let him save up enough to outright purchase a slave boy's contract, and from what he understood, Bacchus offered the best of them.

The boys weren't _actual_ slaves, though. They were all volunteers, submissive who wanted to experience being dehumanized and sold like chattel. Even if Bacchus Boulevard wasn't exactly known for its strict adherence to the law, _actual_ slavery was profoundly illegal in the Commonwealth, as well as a line that not even the most twisted of moguls would be willing to cross.

Brian quickly walked past the establishments closest to the entrance of the street. These were the shops and accommodations that catered to the lowest common denominator. They were largely vanilla, whorehouses and sex shops, there for the amusement of the common man.

For those who were a bit more in touch with their darker sides, Bacchus had even greater pleasure hidden within. Brian knew what he wanted and where to get it. He didn't have time for baby's first brothel.

As he was making his way down the street, Brian shivered as a thin, translucent silk scarf was draped around his shoulders and pulled away. The person it had belonged to, a scantily clad young man, danced and twirled away from him, coming to a stop in front of what appeared to be an Arabian-themed establishment.

The boy looked at Brian with smoldering eyes as he raised his arms above his head. The thin, jewel-encrusted golden manacles that were cinched around the boy's wrist slid along his slender arm before coming to a stop about halfway down his forearm.

The boy was wearing a jewel-encrusted collar and a pair of jewel-encrusted manacles around his ankles to match the ones on his arms. Glittering, translucent sheets of silk were attached at one end to the cuffs around the boy's wrists, and at the other end to the waistband of the golden chastity belt that rested enticingly on the boy's hips.

Two more bolts of silk wrapped down the boy's chest and upper abdomen and up over his back, attached to the loose net of fine gold chain draped over his shoulders.

As Brian approached he watched as the boy's svelte figure undulated to the music drifting out from within the establishment. He danced seductively in front of the door, occasionally blowing kisses to passers by that were more than willing to give him a grope. And yet, he never once seemed to break eye contact with Brian.

For what it was worth, the boy seemed to enjoy the attention. Brian couldn't help but drink in the sight of him. It was hard to miss the strand of clear fluid dripping from the hole at the bottom of the golden cup that prevented access to the boy's cock. To say nothing of the pretty pink flush across the boy's cheeks.

Brian smirked. Well, if he was going to partake in Bacchus, there was no time like the present to start. He walked up to the boy, seeing no reason to practice any restraint in this place.

For a moment, Brian stood in front of the boy and smiled. Bright, smoldering eyes and fluttering eyelashes looked up at him, as the corners of the boy's plump, enticing lips pulled into a small, seductive curl. "Do I have to pay anything to touch you?" said Brian.

The boy grinned and took a step forward. His slender fingers wrapped around Brian's wrist and guided Brian's hand up to his smooth stomach. Brian's cock responded to the proximity. "No, sir," said the boy. "Think of me as a free sample. Touch me all you like, and maybe if you enjoy me I could entice you to join me inside Iblis, hmm?"

Brian reached up and grasped the boy's chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Maybe later," he said. "But I wouldn't be opposed to a taste," he added, as he leaned in for a kiss. His other hand slid down the boy's back and squeezed a handful of his pert little ass.

The kiss made Brian's lips and skin tingle. It was an intense sensation for how short the kiss was. It was enough to bring heat to his cheeks, and make him grind his hard cock against the boy's thigh. "You're good," said Brian. "How long have you been doing this?"

The boy grinned. "Since I was eighteen," he said, walking two fingers slowly up Brian's chest. "Twenty years ago."

Brian shivered. "You don't look a day over twenty," he breathed. Wow. Such was the marvel of technology available to the rich, he supposed. Not that the tech wasn't getting to the public for lack of trying.

"I'd love to take you with me," said Brian. "I'm out shopping for a boy slave to come home to, tonight... But I doubt that I could afford you even if I wanted to."

The "boy" smiled and tapped Brian's cheek. "I like it here. Even if you _could_ afford to buy out my contract, I wouldn't want to do it. No offense, but I _live_ for this life. If you do decide to come back and I'm not out here, go inside and ask for Amir."

"Ouch," said Brian, clutching his chest in mock-pain. He chuckled. "Talk about a blunt rejection... But thank you. I will keep that in mind, Amir. I'm Brian."

"Good luck, Brian," said Amir, as they took a step away from one another. "I hope you find the boy of your dreams. But do be careful. There's plenty of men here who would want to do lots of nasty things to a pretty boy like you."

***

It didn't take Brian too long to find his mark. It was certainly a difficult place to miss. The golden light from the interior flooded out into the street, giving the place an eerie, ethereal glow in the purple tinted haze. Just like every other establishment in Bacchus Boulevard, the Alhambra certainly had its charms.

The front of the building was wide open, decorated with Moorish arches and columns. There were two display sections out front, flanking the entranceway to either side. Each had three cushioned tiers were slave boys, in their glittering bindings, lounged for all to see.

One of the boys was riding an ivory dildo in open view of the street, his cock hidden behind the filigree of a golden chastity cage. A clear strand of fluid dribbled from the tip of his little dick as it strained against the confines of its cage, and the golden tan of his cheeks had taken on a faint reddish flush.

That was exactly the kind of boy that Brian wanted to have waiting for him at home. Watching that tight little ass bouncing smoothly on the thick ivory dildo had been enough to produce a wet spot in his pants, right about where the tip of his cock was.

All of the boys, except for the one riding a dildo, blew kisses at Brian as he walked into the Alhambra. He smiled and blew a kiss of his own toward one of the boys, the one with the green eyes, that _really_ stroked his fancy.

Had he been paying closer attention to his environment, Brian might have noticed the discreet security cameras mounted on the walls. As it was, he was busy admiring the patronage and the staff of the Alhambra. There wasn't an ugly mug in sight, which was to be expected given the quality of cosmetic surgery available to people of even modest means.

The interior of the Alhambra was tailored toward the best possible customer experience. The air was set to the temperature of a balmy summer day, in stark contrast to the cool evening air of Bacchus Boulevard just outside.

Display panels, custom, no doubt, spanned the walls around the main hall. They showed a beautiful sunlit Mediterranean paradise just beyond the ring of columns and arches at the edge of the raised platform that formed the floor of the central chamber.

The air was sweet with the smell of summer blossoms and fruit. There was also the faintest hint of seawater. It was clear that the owners had spared no expense in creating this place, and Brian was over the moon at the fact that he had a chance to experience it all.

The large circular platform at the center of the room had a pit in the center. Two ramps climbing up the sides of the pit allowed access for the clientele, while the scantily clad men that served as staff came and went through a spiral staircase at the center of the pit, leading down to the guts of the Alhambra.

Brian made his way down to the pit. The tables there were low to the ground, surrounded by plush cushions for lounging in. He picked one such table close to the edge of the pit and settled in, waiting for one of the staff members to come and attend to him.

"Good evening, sir," said the young man who came up to Brian's table. There was no mistaking the servant's Spanish heritage, not with his masculine jawline and golden complexion. His toned, muscular body was smooth all over, and glistened just a little in the artificial golden light of the Alhambra.

"Good evening," said Brian. He raked his eyes over the servant's tight body. He wouldn't object having that in his bed every now and again, though this one was definitely too much of a jock to be his houseboy.

"This one's name is Tristan, sir. It will be serving you tonight," said the young man. He lowered himself to the ground. He leaned back and sat on his feet, bringing his knees together in front of him. It made his bulge, nestled in a tight little thong, even more prominent between his thighs. "Would you care for a menu, sir?"

"That would be lovely," said Brian, leaning back into the cushion and taking a deep breath. He was excited to buy his first contract, but he wasn't in too much of a hurry. He could afford to savour some time in Bacchus Boulevard. It would be a shame to come in for one thing and leave after getting it.

"This one would be greatly honored to fulfill your request, sir," said Tristan, bowing his head deeply. "This one shall take only a moment. It will return with your menu. Should it bring water for you, sir?"

Brian thought about it for a moment and nodded. "As you command, sir, this one shall do," said Tristan, rising from his position by the table. Brian watched the jock's tight ass as Tristan walked away from him for a moment. Yeah, he definitely wouldn't object to having Tristan in his bed on occasion.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brian caught sight of a pair of silver foxes smoking a hookah. He looked at them and saw that they had a cute twink, exactly Brian's type, sandwiched between them as they passed the pipe between one another.

Brian hadn't been watching for long when Tristan returned with the menu tucked under his arm, a glass in one hand, and a pitcher of ice cold water in the other. Tristan set the glass and the pitcher down on the table first, and then took his kneeling position before presenting the menu to Brian.

"This one humbly apologizes for the delay," said Tristan. "If sir wishes, he may choose to have it punished, or punish it himself for no extra charge," Tristan added, keeping his head down in the _perfect_ likeness of a repentant submissive.

Brian waved his hand as he took the menu from Tristan's grip. "It's fine," he said. Honestly, he didn't even notice that there had _been_ a delay. From his perspective Tristan had returned quite promptly. "Just make sure that it doesn't happen again. If it does, ask for ten swats on each cheek."

Tristan nodded. "This one is grateful for your consideration of its current and future discipline, sir. Shall I pour out a glass of water for you while you peruse our offerings, sir?" Brian nodded.

Brian watched out of the corner of his eye as Tristan picked up the pitcher of water and carefully, almost reverently, tipped it over in such a way that a single, clear stream of water cascaded down into the glass. There was so much grace, so much elegance, so much _art_ in that single movement that Brian wanted one of the Alhambra's trained boys even more.