Cody stood trembling on the auction block, body scorched with exhaustion—legs quaking, muscles cramping into knots, sweat stinging his eyes, tears scorching his cheeks. The ex-soldier with his drill-sergeant posture now sobbed out loud, asshole stretched wide by fingers, tears streaming in front of his one fellow slave. Fuck, why the tears pouring down in front of Jax, he saw that bitch buyer gaping my pink hole, milking my nips like a heifer in heat, cheeks blaze crimson, gut twists in shame. Army taught me to take shit from asshole sergeants, crawl through mud, salute sharp, obey orders no questions asked—this is the same, submit like a soldier, but why does my body flush hot under stranger eyes, why does my cock throb hard at tits and wilt from a finger up my ass, hate these freak owners, jackal overseers, my sleazy sellout sergeant, this body's mine and not mine, why am I leaking lube from scum stares, craving a fair Master to shield me from this filth, fuck, how low I've sunk, soldier on the block, in front of Jax, he sees my weakness, my limp dick, thinks "pussy, no stud," or doesn't he? Good he can't see all this shit churning inside me...
Jax panted heavy beside him, skinny frame shaking, ribs jutting under skin, horse-cock drooping after that bitch buyer's slap—heavy shaft dangling between thighs, head tucked in foreskin folds, balls clenched tight from cold and rage, and now this owner gropes Cody—buff soldier boy—gentler than him. Jax watched from behind his submissive pose: legs splayed wide, ass thrust back, pink hole winking with every breath, hands locked behind head, muscles rigid in steel military stance, boyish chest thrust forward, nips beaded hard, and those puppy eyes surely gleaming trustful—Master strokes his cheek, ruffles him like a favorite dog, lifts his cock soft, orders him to hold the hard-on, and he does—red shaft juts rigid 8 inches, everyone sees. Sack shriveled tight into a knot, calves cramping: he's special, tough soldier, Master strokes tender, slapped my cock and I popped hard like a whore, why does my horse tail wilt from a finger in my ass while his stays rock-hard under Master's hand, hate Cody for it, that buff freak, his body obeys while mine... cock twitches up, sack clenches, envy chokes, dick stirs at the sight of his boner and dripping lube, fuck, why do I leak at another guy's cock, ashamed in front of him, he sees my scrawny ribs, limp tail, thinks "fucked-up masochist, no stud just a failed hole," good he's turned away...
Suddenly he appeared before the block—a man about thirty, built solid, calm as rock in a storm. Plain shirt hugged broad shoulders, khaki pants fit perfect, gray eyes piercing straight through. Power rolled off him—not screaming like overseers with their whips, but quiet, sure, the kind that dropped you begging to knees. Cody lifted his gaze—their eyes locked a second, something cracked inside: This one... he sees right through me, not like those crude gropers, he's different, strong, fair, want to belong to him, under his hand, fuck what bullshit, I'm a soldier not a pup, but body leans in, shame burns, humiliating to beg but I'll survive with him... Heart hammered, Cody swallowed the lump in his throat, through crushing shame, gut clenching, whispered in a shaky voice:
"Buy me, Sir..."
The word "Sir" ripped through gritted teeth—like spitting venom, throat burned with rage and hate for this freak about to break him final, but treacherous warmth flooded inside, shame strangled: body shuddered, cock twitched, and Cody hated himself for the submission, for the word flying out alone, betraying his soldier pride.
Roman smiled at the corner of his mouth—sharp, appraising. Perfect pup: ex-military, 20-year-old, virgin for sure, who fucks a basic grunt like that, 8-inch cock, solid body, tough street-boy chest, firm glutes. Puppy eyes begging already. He'll break slow but targeted, and I'll have fun. Gotta feed the pup false hope, make him voice his shame—love that shit. His tears are pure magnet, virgin sobbing public—prime play. With the skinny cum-tank, set up rivalries: let 'em hate each other for fuckups, fight for my praise till they shatter total, bonding's prime leverage. Overseer yanked Cody off the block:
"Inspection, dumb fuck! Legs wide, hands behind head!"
Cody froze in position—legs spread shoulder-width, muscles tensed to thigh-quivers, ass shoved back, pink hole puckering in the breeze, balls swinging and drawing up from cold and fear, cock dangling heavy forward, pink head shriveled in foreskin creases, back arched straight, eyes down, pits slick with sweat.
Roman stepped close, no rush. First the gaze—scanning full body: broad chest, blond pit hair, flat gut, big dick hanging thick, virgin neat. Hand in pants pocket, other casually touched the collar, snapped fingers on the leather:
"Good collar, slave. Suits you."
Cody jolted at the touch—skin ignited, ashamed but warmth spread: body flushed crimson, nips hardened to beads.
"How old are you, bull?"
Cody swallowed, eyes down, cock stirred at the voice.
"Twenty, Sir."
Hand dropped to chest. Fingers pinched a nip, twisted—nip beaded up, body blazed hot, Cody gasped soft, abs clenched tight.
"Responsive nips, pup."
"8 inches? Virgin?"
"Yes, Sir... virgin."
Roman started at the balls: squeezed light, rolling them in his palm: warm, firm, sack smooth, sweaty.
"Good balls, bull. Full of cum."
Cody bit his lip—balls in stranger palm, rolling heavy, weight tugging gut, shame choking: Everyone sees him weighing my balls like merchandise, Jax watches, thinks I'm a whore leaking for Master's hand...
No pain but shameless, his hand gripped the cock—everyone saw, overseers smirked, Jax stared, shame scorched: body flushed wave after wave, cock started responding. Palm slid lower, squeezed base—the shaft—and Roman felt blood rushing against the slave's will, started jerking soft. Cody blushed to his roots, balls clenched tight. Roman gently lifted the heavy shaft up, head slipped from foreskin, pink and glossy, first lube drop oozed out.
"Hold that hard-on for me, soldier. Don't wanna disappoint your future Master?"
Back of the hand brushed his cheek like a caress. Cody strained every muscle, thoughts whirlwind: that heifer's tits on the next block, heavy, milk spraying, video tape of bitches groping udders, distant memory kissing a girl in the bar, touching through her dress, her palm burning his hand. Cock held rigid, traitorously stiff. Roman circled slow, inspecting with eyes—rarely touching: shoulders, thighs, trailed finger down back: inspected slave's body shivered fine. Cody held the strain best he could—"don't wanna disappoint Master" burned shame and false safety beacon, body obeyed, cock stood proud.
"Impressive discipline for a fresh stud like you," Roman pleased, then hard like breaking a dog slapped his cheek, deepening the red:
"On your knees, puppy."
Cody dropped no fight—knees to rough boards, pain shot through, hands on thighs, head bowed. Heart pounded throat: body shakes, cock juts stiff, all see his surrender. Roman plunged hand into the slave's damp hair—he knew it'd soothe the starting-to-freak beast.
"Do you take pain, boy?"
Voice even, piercing. Cody swallowed, knees burned, eyes down:
"I... don't know, Sir."
Roman circled back to questions: pup's eyes glistened—false hope working already.
"How long in the army?"
Cody answered detailed, submissive—alien power gripped his gills: body eased a touch, voice trembled.
"One-and-a-half years, Sir. Disciplined soldier, obeyed sergeant orders, ran forced marches, shot straight, cleaned weapons nights. Dumb fight—sergeant came at me, I swung back, and... sold."
Roman skipped punishing the wordiness—manipulation, lies, safety illusion—that's what this naive ex-grunt on knees with bare ass needed.
"Good soldier, now good slave. Remember your first paycheck? Tried picking up a girl probably?"
Cody blushed—warm past gone forever: cheeks flamed, cock jerked.
"Yes, Sir... got 500 drahm, bought beer for buddies, kissed one girl but didn't finish..."
Humiliation stabbed: body trembled, tears welled—freedom lost, just Master and Cody's virginity the girl denied.
"Hate me for eyeing your hole?"
Cody whimpered, tears rolled.
"Sir?..." choking on being caught, "I don't understand, Sir!"
Roman slapped his face—stars rang in Cody's head.
"Slave stays open to Master. Hear my order, soldier boy: ANSWER HONEST!"
Cody reeled from the sergeant-like bark dropping him into submission's calm and clarity, blurted:
"Yes, Sir! I hate... " stumbled, paused a second, no slap or ball-kick coming that he suddenly dreaded, continued, "hate slave-owners and... that I'm standing here... for you, Sir..."
Cody shook in terror, figured the nearby overseer would beat him now, slam him down and pound his balls like a morning rebel pup. He breathed—but all calm.
"Good pup. If I buy you, will you always stay open for Master?" and tugged his chin, slave eyes of the coiled-tight puppy met the eyes of the towering Master.
Cody started drowning in Master's eyes, fought the chin-pull—something wrong looking at the one owning his body now, wrong standing equal to this kind powerful being, this Master. But Roman held firm.
"Yes... Sir, I swear I'll always open for you!"
Sweat streamed down trustful puppy eyes, confusion and shame drowned him, hoped no one saw him becoming a real slave opening to alien will.
Roman nodded:
"Poor pup betrayed by all, trust shattered. But I'll fix it, you can rely on me. Be honest soldier—and you'll be good with me."
Cody felt his body lighten. Humiliating—knees to a man—but easy in the return to clear obedience, army felt good like this, gazing into this Master's eyes felt good, body eased, lube dripped heavy to the boards, little puddle formed under Cody. And that puddle from weakness, arousal, shame rhymed with the warmth returning to his slave soul—false hope, but so sweet, Cody drowned in it sweet, thinking nothing.
Roman eyed the precum puddle under the boy starting to melt in his fall and thought: Predictable, loyal leaks for love. Think open soul enough for today, crack his hole more and it'd flood lube, cum, tears. Won't drown this naive private's pride yet, not in the mood for pink snot. His hole I can wreck anytime: doubt it's busted already.
Soldier in Chains
Roman remembered: Few years back I bought a broken soldier, 21-year-old. Same fight, army dumped him no questions. Shattered loyal heart, now forge it into owner loyalty. Built solid like Cody, blond hair, 7.5-inch cock, but tattoo on right chest—flawed meat tanked the price, shame, boy could've climbed high off auction. At market whispered desperate "buy me, Sir," guess no one wanted unbroken with body art, puppy eyes pitiful. I saw potential: break fast, flip for profit no big investment. Fed hope: "Be my favorite pup. Serving Master same as sergeant. Just ass bare, you ain't shy of your body?" He reeled from the angle: "No, Sir, I'll serve you, Sir." Built him that way: "Soldier, used to orders? Take branding?"—he owned his words: "Sure, Sir, trained to take pain, Sir." Step by step through his own yes and pride he sank into routine, then when I ripped pride yanking him ass-up in front of field pups—he sank into sweet slavery arms. Sobbed all night post-fuck but stayed kneeled in assigned use—soldier training left no escape. Turned 10 grand profit in half-year, cried again hauled to market. Now another army bull in my trunk, but this one's easier... funner...
Roman snapped back from sweet memories, the stud stood waiting fate, still leaking.
"Load this merchandise in my trunk!"
"Merchandise" knifed Cody: body tensed, protest flared. Overseer barked:
"Turn around, slave! Hands behind back!"
Cody obeyed—hands bound rough rope, tight, bones cracked. Protest burned inside: Not merchandise, bitch, don't wanna trunk like livestock! Overseer dragged him across dusty spent market far to his owner's SUV, Cody shot farewell glance at Jax—eyes locked, fear and hope.
Jax's fate next. Roman's gaze drilled the horse-cock and balls—he licked lips hungry. Fun bull: 19-year-old, skinny but 9.5-inch horse-hung tail, virgin, masochist masked—bet pain boners him, test now. Perfect playmeat, Master's pet with monster cock.
"Come here, stud."
Overseer grabbed Jax by neck—rough like a dog, near-lifting his weight by collar—yanked off block. Jax's cock dangled limp: body shakes, envy for Cody burns.
Roman circled the slave in Inspection, from behind poked his balls with finger: sack swayed slow. Beauty, but need to weight 'em down some, Roman thought.
"How old? Virgin?"
Roman's voice commanded, booming from behind like thunder from heaven. Jax got it sudden: answer loud, crisp, no shame—and belted:
"Nineteen, Sir! Virgin, Sir!"
Cheeks flamed—from his own voice, the pose. Roman nodded, hand on cock—strokes slow, fingers wrap shaft, Jax feels them warm, sure. Cock stirs. Sudden—palm slap on shaft, sharp: pain lanced, blood surged, horse-cock rose fast.
"Fun bull, gonna play hard with you."
Jax whined soft—inside flared: body eased, cock rigid pole.
"Let's check those nips."
Jax's sack shriveled tight knot, calves cramped.
Fingers crushed nips—hard, twisted. Pain exploded chest, Jax whined louder, cock jacked full—9.5 inches steel, thick, veiny, head purple, lube dripping. Roman's smirk, cheek pat:
"That's the stuff, now All Fours, boy."
Jax spun—on all fours, back straight, head down, ass up, spread skinny cheeks with shaking hands, pink hole clenched.
"Legs wider, slave!"
Ass slap, fire stripe. Cock juts, balls hang low, all watch—slaves on block, ginger overseer grins adjusting his bulge through tight shorts. Shame strangled: body quakes, tears flow. Stranger hand gripped balls—tugged down slow, sack stretched, pain sweet. Stroked cock—shaft throbs. Finger at hole—circles ring. Jax tensed: sack clenched.
"Easy, stud, no one's ripping your balls."
Finger slid slow—stretched virgin hole, burn like fire.
"Let me help you, slave, focus on that hole, think on it and relax, breathe out... obey!"—last word sharp pain, ball yank—sudden: sack slurped, pain seared the doggy slave, nailed him to boards.
Hole slackened instant, finger sank easy inside, cock stayed hard! I can do this!!! Jax screamed inside! Slave arched under Master's finger, body opened and eased. Strong hands gripped slave's two weakest spots tight, Roman felt the beast's thrill and joy from first lifetime submission feat:
"Easy, easy."
Fuck, why balls pain boners my cock rigid, why hole relaxes under this freak's finger, hate him, freak Master, but why precum floods then, Cody saw my doggy pose, good he's gone now? Sees now thinks "fucked-up masochist, cums from the lash," why do I crave this Master break me total, no more pain, become perfect hole for Master?
Master's voice sank deeper, owned the beastie's emotions more. Beast finally cracked, even just a bit, first time scary and good: cock drips. Ball slap—pain burst, Jax jerked, but inside finger held: ass impaled, slave in place.
"Load this one too!"
Steps fade. Jax holds doggy, empty hole throbs, shame and joy mix. He dropped head lower: his precum puddle, fuck I gushed hard from his finger up my ass, slave felt victory. Overseer barked:
"Up, horse! Found a buyer for that tail. You'll breed new slaves."
They dragged Jax quick through market back-alleys—past offstage corners where slaves licked wounds tongue-to-tongue huddled in wind-open cages, past heifers roughly milked to buckets, milk spurting sloshy, past slave pair Masters fucked holes with black dildos, forcing moans to melody. All blurred past Jax in horror and relief: I survived, fuck, free from this hell. One Master to break me, make me his hole, no more scum around.
His body, hands still bound, shoved abrupt into cramped trunk, lid slammed—darkness closed, freedom dreams ended in awkward crush in tight metal gut of stranger's ride.
Cody and Jax—bound, naked—dumped in SUV trunk. Lid cut off market. Silence.
"You okay? Held up?" Cody whispered hoarse.
"How long we still together?" Jax answered, voice shakes.
Awkward. Ashamed. They knew each saw the other's humiliation and fall, but secret hoped the other missed it: Cody's melt under Master's tenderness or Jax's drip from ball-slap.
Sudden Master in cab, engine roared. Rig lurched off, bodies tumbled metal, banging each other—sweaty, shaking, sometimes cocks brushed, threw them in shame, lucky dark hid it from all. Shame ate the boys deeper, they realized slow but harder each bump: somebody's meat bought at market, livestock trunked. Day's degradations surged: fingered-gaped holes, stranger-hand boners, whispered "yes, Sir." On next rut bodies slammed full—hot, sticky, sudden calm like brother-in-misery touch.
Cody's cock boned, lube flooded Jax's thigh, tears streaked cheeks in shame. Fuck, why my cock leaks on your body, boy? You saw 'em grope me, me whispering "yes, Sir," now rubbing cock on you like whore, ashamed before you, we're bought slaves of this... Master? Why I swell next to your side, hate it but crave you, hope I can count on you, hung kid...
Jax froze still, feared closeness to Cody, his skinny bony frame jarred painful to trunk floor each bump, horse-cock rubbed Cody's thigh, good I ain't to blame, and this tender closeness so sweet—hot, ashamed of weakness, arousal flared: Fuck, saw him touch you tender, spared your hole even, you eyed him deep, melted bitch, real slave, real dog, slapped my balls and I'd cum from it, fuck what's wrong with my shitty body, what's wrong with me, bitch, hate you for who I am
Rig bounced hard—bodies crushed full: Cody's cock sloshed lube on Jax's thigh, Jax's horse-shaft ground his balls. Shame exploded: bodies betrayed, grinding like whores in dark. Fuck, my cock leaks on you, boy, you feel it?
Fuck... why pulled to him so hard? He sees me through, I'm near-livestock already... He's Master...—thought near-simultaneous the fresh-sold, finger-fucked by unknown scum, red sacks crushed in greedy hands too many times that day... First-step slaves!
Jax froze in trunk dark, Cody's cock sloshes lube on his thigh, bodies grind sticky, shame chokes like collar—and sudden he gets it: we're both this Master's slaves.
