The Stud Dylan Chapter 3 - The Auction - Tyler Saint, Dillon Stone, Dylan Tides
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After the appraisal I was taken to a sort of dorm floor. There were half a dozen men there, a duo who were fresh like me, but a few whose Schoolteachers were putting them up for sale, as well as one whose Tormentor was out of town for a week and sent his stud to The Shared like one puts a mutt in the kennel while you’re away. Before I had a chance to meet them, I was shown around. There was a quite fat common guest room with typical lounge furniture in the same severely modern style as the guest room where I had switched clothes before my appraisal, albeit a little easier and more cheerful. The furniture was comfortable. There were a few sofas and various chairs. There was a TV with a game console, a pool table, a card table, and a cabinet that I learned afterwards was total of board games. It was the nicest living guest room I had ever seen, undoubtedly way nicer than what I was used to. First, though, I was taken to my bedroom. It was highly spartan: just a single bed, a side table with a lamp, and a sort of concoction wardrobe dresser cabinet. My clothes and duffle bag were on the bed. After a view in the room, I was taken to the end of the hall to the fat bathroom, with a gang shower, and a separate workout room. The man who had taken charge of me after my appraisal looked to be around thirty. He was clothed in black pants, a black dress shirt, and black loafers. He wasn’t unfriendly, but he was distant and highly formal. He told me to shower and report to the dining guest room for dinner, which would be obeyed shortly.
After the appraisal I was taken to a sort of dorm floor. There were half a dozen men there, a duo who were fresh like me, but a few whose Schoolteachers were putting them up for sale, as well as one whose Tormentor was out of town for a week and sent his stud to The Shared like one puts a mutt in the kennel while you’re away. Before I had a chance to meet them, I was shown around. There was a quite fat common guest room with typical lounge furniture in the same severely modern style as the guest room where I had switched clothes before my appraisal, albeit a little easier and more cheerful. The furniture was comfortable. There were a few sofas and various chairs. There was a TV with a game console, a pool table, a card table, and a cabinet that I learned afterwards was total of board games. It was the nicest living guest room I had ever seen, undoubtedly way nicer than what I was used to. First, though, I was taken to my bedroom. It was highly spartan: just a single bed, a side table with a lamp, and a sort of concoction wardrobe dresser cabinet. My clothes and duffle bag were on the bed. After a view in the room, I was taken to the end of the hall to the fat bathroom, with a gang shower, and a separate workout room. The man who had taken charge of me after my appraisal looked to be around thirty. He was clothed in black pants, a black dress shirt, and black loafers. He wasn’t unfriendly, but he was distant and highly formal. He told me to shower and report to the dining guest room for dinner, which would be obeyed shortly.
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