Dressed in nothing but a tight, white jockstrap, and a small gold cross around my neck, I hung spread-eagled in my chains, staring out across the crowded room. It was filled with about a hundred guys, lounging in chairs, laughing and joking as they ogled me. Normally, I'm really proud of my physique and love showing it off as much as possible. But this was totally different, being perved on by this bunch of fags.
'Wow' one of them was saying. 'He's so fucking hot.'
'His abs are amazing,' another drooled. 'Real cum-gutters. I'd love to rub my cock all over them.'
'And in his treasure-trail,' snickered a third, a scrawny kid in the front row. I later learned his name was Leo Ides, a boy-genius who'd made millions in technology.
The auctioneer banged his hammer, calling for silence.
'Welcome to our sale tonight,' he said. 'First up is Sean. Just turned eighteen two days ago. He's a good-looking lad, as you can see: blonde and tan, his handsome face matched by a hard, hairy body.'
'Show us his fuck-pole,' the scrawny kid from the front row called.
The auctioneer smiled and bowed, then turned to yank the jockstrap down my thighs.
I felt so humiliated as my penis was exposed, the sight of it greeted by the crowd with a storm of jeers and mocking laughter, mingled with crude jokes.
'Just shows you don't have to be hung to be hot,' the auctioneer chuckled, giving my cock a contemptuous flick with his finger.
'What do you think?' he asked the scrawny kid.
Ides gave a derisive snort.
'Fucking miniature,' he scoffed. 'I want to see him hard. Make him hard. Make him cum.'
A moment later and the whole room was chanting the same thing:
'Make him hard! Make him cum! Make him hard! Make him cum!'
The auctioneer reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, holding it up for the crowd to see.
'Our special house serum!' he explained. 'Never fails to get even the most stubborn straight boy hard.'
He turned back to me and grabbed my balls.
'No!' I protested, realizing what he was about to do. 'No! Aargh!'
My words became a scream of agony, as he injected the serum into my orbs, the left one first, then the right. The pain was incredible, but it also made me as horny as fuck, my cock instantly thickening between my thighs.
'Want to give him a helping hand?' the auctioneer asked the scrawny kid.
In response, Ides leaped to his feet and scrambled up on the sale-platform, grinning with sadistic glee as he snatched hold of my cock.
'Get off me, you fucking fag!' I bellowed, twisting and turning, trying to escape his groping hand. My struggles, though, only made matters worse, and, within seconds, I was fully hard.
'Looks like you're enjoying it,' the auctioneer taunted. 'With that fucking boner. Maybe you want a blow-job, too?'
'No! Please!' I begged, as the kid dropped to his knees, his eager mouth clenching round my cock, his tongue exploring my piss-slit.
Stuck half the year in a traditional British all-male boarding school, the other half under my Catholic parents' watchful eye, I was still a virgin. My only experience of sex came from wanking over porn. Now, the thought that I was going to cum inside this weedy faggot's mouth made me want to puke.
'No, please!' I begged again. 'Fuck! No! Please!'
Sensing that I was about to nut, the kid pulled off me, moving to one side.
'I want everyone to see,' he shouted.
My cock slapped back against my guts, pulsing and throbbing, precum oozing from my piss-slit. I tried so hard not to jizz, but it was impossible: my teen-boy semen exploded everywhere, shooting up across my pecs and abs, in my treasure trail and pubes, down the inside of my thigh.
The crowd went wild. This was so hot for them: watching a young, hetero muscle-jock being made to cum. They all had their cellphones out, videoing the whole thing.
Ides scooped a wodge of cum off my six-pack with his fingers, licking them slowly.
'Your kids taste great, straight boy,' he mocked, then spat the cum right in my face.
Broken and defeated, I slumped down in my chains, head bowed, watching as my penis wilted to a semi, a string of jizz still dangling from my piss-slit, before dropping to the floor. I'd always thought of myself as a real tough guy, brave and fearless, but now, hanging there completely helpless, naked, covered in my own cum, I began to cry, my strong, hard body racked with sobs, I felt so dirty and disgusting. The sight of my misery drove the fags even wilder, shrieking and screaming, loving my humiliation. It took the auctioneer twenty minutes to quiet them down, and then the bidding began. ...
