11-22-2016, 01:06 AM
Name: Link Barnes
Age: 25
Physical: 6'; deep brown hair, kept short by his handlers; hazel eyes; with nothing to do in his cell all day, and no access to fatty foods, he is muscular without being bulky and stronger than he looks
Bio: Link was born the only heir to the wealthy Barnes fortune. Spoiled and arrogant as a teenager, he got into more mischief than he could handle. Through a series of bad choices and even worse friends, his first felony offense at 19 left a person dead. His parents gave him up to the system, and they haven't seen him since. Rather than get locked up for 25 years, he cut his prison time almost completely with good behavior, getting a college degree, and signing up for the Breeders Program. There, he meets Fife, the two become unlikely friends, and Link develops a paternal side, which he is still a little uncomfortable with.
Name: Fifield "Fife" Cole
Age: 22
Physical: 5'8"; bright blond hair, which he prefers a little longer, and desperately hides from the grooming staff; green eyes; unlike Link, he's too lazy to work out, but a strict diet keeps him lean; but when food is plentiful, he's inclined to be a touch chubby
Bio: Fife was raised within the Breeding Program, so knows nothing else. He's something of a queen bee in the system, as he knows the ins and outs of just about everything. Now that he's of age, he's been on the market as a Breeder for years. He's been purchased by several prospective clients, but always returned within a few weeks for having a smart mouth. This earns him a good beating, a bit of psychological reprograming, but he's always returned to Link's side, so he doesn't complain much. Something of a flirt, he's incorrigible but highly intelligent.
XXX
"Stop it, Fife. I mean it."
"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."
Link lowered his book, his hazel eyes narrowing at the smaller man sitting on the table in front of him. Fife was tossing flirty smiles at a group of men on the other side of the recreation room. "You know we're not allowed to have sex in here, and if you get them riled up, everything will go to shit."
Fife smiled prettily, one leg crossed over the other. Their grey uniforms were a bit on the frumpy side, but Fife managed to make up for it with attitude and an utter confidence in his sexuality. "They won't get riled up. They're gentlemen."
"One of them has already been sold. Did you know that?" He turned the page of his book and continued reading. "And he didn't get sold by being a snarky bitch."
Fife huffed and finally hopped off the table and into a chair next to his only friend. "As if I want to be sold. As soon as I'm sold, they'll just drag me away from you." He leaned forward, blinking his eyelashes up at Link. "Maybe you could knock me up and we could raise a secret baby, the way my daddies did with me."
"I'll not have any child of mine being raised in the Breeding Program, Fife."
"Then what am I supposed to do with my time? I'm so bored, I could die."
"Clients moving in!" a voice at the end of the room shouted.
This was everyone's cue to strike a pose. Clients would be moving through the room soon, and if they were handsome, then prospective breeders tried to look as appealing as possible, like orphans desperate for parents. Link just groaned and rolled his eyes while Fife dove under the table. Fife was certainly cute enough to get snatched up, a hot, saucy piece of ass that had been purchased several times, only to end in disaster. If anyone in this facility was wary of clients, it was Fife.
As for Link, he figured he would shoo off any potential clients by remaining unengaged and surly. He turned the page of his book and let Fife hide under the table, pressed up against his legs.
Age: 25
Physical: 6'; deep brown hair, kept short by his handlers; hazel eyes; with nothing to do in his cell all day, and no access to fatty foods, he is muscular without being bulky and stronger than he looks
Bio: Link was born the only heir to the wealthy Barnes fortune. Spoiled and arrogant as a teenager, he got into more mischief than he could handle. Through a series of bad choices and even worse friends, his first felony offense at 19 left a person dead. His parents gave him up to the system, and they haven't seen him since. Rather than get locked up for 25 years, he cut his prison time almost completely with good behavior, getting a college degree, and signing up for the Breeders Program. There, he meets Fife, the two become unlikely friends, and Link develops a paternal side, which he is still a little uncomfortable with.
Name: Fifield "Fife" Cole
Age: 22
Physical: 5'8"; bright blond hair, which he prefers a little longer, and desperately hides from the grooming staff; green eyes; unlike Link, he's too lazy to work out, but a strict diet keeps him lean; but when food is plentiful, he's inclined to be a touch chubby
Bio: Fife was raised within the Breeding Program, so knows nothing else. He's something of a queen bee in the system, as he knows the ins and outs of just about everything. Now that he's of age, he's been on the market as a Breeder for years. He's been purchased by several prospective clients, but always returned within a few weeks for having a smart mouth. This earns him a good beating, a bit of psychological reprograming, but he's always returned to Link's side, so he doesn't complain much. Something of a flirt, he's incorrigible but highly intelligent.
XXX
"Stop it, Fife. I mean it."
"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."
Link lowered his book, his hazel eyes narrowing at the smaller man sitting on the table in front of him. Fife was tossing flirty smiles at a group of men on the other side of the recreation room. "You know we're not allowed to have sex in here, and if you get them riled up, everything will go to shit."
Fife smiled prettily, one leg crossed over the other. Their grey uniforms were a bit on the frumpy side, but Fife managed to make up for it with attitude and an utter confidence in his sexuality. "They won't get riled up. They're gentlemen."
"One of them has already been sold. Did you know that?" He turned the page of his book and continued reading. "And he didn't get sold by being a snarky bitch."
Fife huffed and finally hopped off the table and into a chair next to his only friend. "As if I want to be sold. As soon as I'm sold, they'll just drag me away from you." He leaned forward, blinking his eyelashes up at Link. "Maybe you could knock me up and we could raise a secret baby, the way my daddies did with me."
"I'll not have any child of mine being raised in the Breeding Program, Fife."
"Then what am I supposed to do with my time? I'm so bored, I could die."
"Clients moving in!" a voice at the end of the room shouted.
This was everyone's cue to strike a pose. Clients would be moving through the room soon, and if they were handsome, then prospective breeders tried to look as appealing as possible, like orphans desperate for parents. Link just groaned and rolled his eyes while Fife dove under the table. Fife was certainly cute enough to get snatched up, a hot, saucy piece of ass that had been purchased several times, only to end in disaster. If anyone in this facility was wary of clients, it was Fife.
As for Link, he figured he would shoo off any potential clients by remaining unengaged and surly. He turned the page of his book and let Fife hide under the table, pressed up against his legs.