Slave Auction

For the next 30 minutes Jake stood silent, bound, blindfolded and nearly naked shivering in fear. He heard 5 others taken from the room, one at a time, presumably to the ‘bidding hall’. The doors opened, and footsteps seemed to be approaching. He felt the presence of others near his body. A hand grabbed his balls and squeezed, making it clear who was in charge. Another man, on his other side, attached a collar to his neck - tight but not quite choking him - and then unshackled his ankles and wrists. His hands were almost instantly wrenched behind his back and cuffed. The man on his left pulled him by a leash, leading him to the door.

After exiting the large hall, he was once again in a cooler, seemingly small corridor, the cold stones chilling his bare feet. After being lead several yards from the bigger room, the men stopped. One grabbed him by his balls, quickly getting his attention. “So here is the deal kid. You came to us owing 25 grand. But events like this have costs, and risks. So in order to clear your debt you need to attract a bid of at least $50k. Anything less means you will go back up on the block again, when your first tour of duty is done. Some boys like going on the block - some even volunteer - but i don’t get the impression that is you. So you better do your best to look like a good slave, and please the bidders”. With that the man ripped off Jake’s G string and started to fondle his cock and balls. Jake winced, pulling away, angering the man. “Still boy, or i will make sure you get the lowest bid possible. You will spend your life as a slave.” Jake steadied himself, but couldn’t control the tears that now came from his eyes. “Oh crying - that’s good. Some of our members get off on boys that cry. Keep that up”. 

Jake heard another large door open, and heard the mummer of a crowd. The man to his right reached up and lifted off his blindfold. Jake noted it was orange - shit what did orange mean again. His head spinning, he couldn’t remember the colour code. The man on the right - who Jake could now see was only a couple of years older than himself, and only and inch or two shorter, tugged the leash and lead Jake into the bidding room. The room itself was large, gold embossed dome shaped, reminiscent of a Cathedral. A crowd of 40 or so men - mostly in their 40s, 50s and 60s, all dressed in suits, stood to observe the new entrant. 

Jake was lead up to a stage, where a Tuxedo clad older gentleman stood beside two young, jock strap clad men. The two young boys in jock straps helped Jake up the last stair and lead him over to a St Andrew’s cross, where he was shackled once again. One of the boys wiped the tears away, and mouthed ‘good luck’ to him. The small act of kindness seamed both odd and massive. 

“Gentleman, I present lot 6 - Jake”, the MC announced. “Jake is 6’5” inches, 212 lbs, with an 8 inch uncut cock. He is a varsity basketball player, with a 3.8 GPA, and a nasty gambling habit. Jake claims to exclusively like women, but our research suggests that isn’t entirely true. According to a former teammate, the Bisexual urges are strong in this one. Young Jake is up for auction, for a 1 month term. Penetration is allowed. Why don’t we start the bidding at 10,000”

A month. Penetration. Bisexual. Holy fuck. If Lebron hadn’t missed that final shot 2 weeks ago, he wouldn’t be here. Clanged of the rim, costing him 12k. Now i am going to be a gay slave. Tears started to flow down Jakes face again, as the horror of his situation hit home.

“…..48 thousand gong once…..do i hear 49? 49 anyone? 48 going twice. Last chance for 49. …No….going, going, and sold to Mr. Jenkins at $48,000. Congratulation sir. Please pay the cashier at the back, and you can pick up your prize from the holding pen”.

48 thousand. He didn’t get 50. He would have to go through this again. Jake began to weep uncontrollably as two more henchmen lead him out a back exit of the bidding hall. 

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After 10 minutes waiting in a small, empty room, Jake heard keys unlocking the door. Another Tuxedo clad man walked in with a striking, well dressed man in his early 30s. the tuxedoed man spoke - “Jake this is Mr. Jenkins, but your will call him sir or master. He owns you for the next 30 days. I suggest you do your best to please him. We would hate to have to give a refund and start your whole process over.”

Mr. Jenkins smiled and said “Hey Jake, i am looking forward to the next 30 days. I know you are scared, but if you are a good boy, it will go fast and you might even enjoy it.”. With that he lightly tugged Jake’s leash and lead him out of the room. As they walked to a door marked exit, Jake wondered if he would get any clothes before leaving. The door opened and sunshine flooded into the dark corridor - clearly Jake was staying naked for the time being. 

The door lead to a private, tree lined parking lot, with several cars. One black SUV pulled up, and Mr. Jenkins lead Jake to the back right door. A driver hopped out to help. Wearing only a tight pair of Calvin Klein briefs, the driver looked to be Jake’s age. But his beaming smile suggested his position was far different that Jakes. “Tom, this is Jake. He will be joining us for the next month, to ensure you and the others boys are relaxed and happy. Jake, say hi to Tom - you will be getting to know him very well”. Jake nodded and offered a quiet “hey” to the driver. Tom returned the greeting, and let his hand caress Jake’s chest, while his eyes took in the naked boy. His smile grew - “I’m really looking forward to our time together Jake”. 

Tom helped Jake into the back of the SUV, and then Mr Jenkins slid in beside him. As they drove away, Mr Jenkins let his hands wander over the slaves naked body - teasing him and clearly enjoying the boy’s tight Jock body. Even in an SUV, with tinted windows, Jake couldn’t believe they would just drive in public, with the boy still completely naked. His body shivered, but for some reason his cock seemed to be rising to the occasion. WTF - why was he getting hard….he couldn’t possibly be enjoying the situation.

 …….

After about 25 terrifying minutes, the SUV turned into a tree lined drive leading up to a mansion. Holy Shit - this was easily the biggest house he had ever seen. As they approached the house Jake saw a boy, again clad in just tight briefs, on a riding lawn mower, tending to the grass. “That’s Connor, he is a party and then some. You are going to like him”, his new master said, while slowly stroking Jake’s now fully erect cock. 

The SUV stopped in front of the mansion and the 3 stepped out. Two more brief clad boys appeared from the house. Jake instinctively place his hands in front of himself, trying to hide his erection. Mr Jenkin’s smacked his ass “Hands down boy” he barked. “For the next 30 days you will stay naked. You will not cover up. You will not pleasure yourself. You will do as i say. If you do that, I may be inclined to give you a tip - just enough to clear your debt. But if you don’t, I will fine you - adding to your outstanding debt. I suggest you be on your best behaviour. Judging from your erection i think you are going to enjoy your stay. You may even want to continue on.”

“Boys gather round. This is Jake - he is ours for the next month. Jake, meet Connor, Max and Joe. The boys all work for me. They cook, clean, do yard work, tend to the pool and do other jobs as needed. They work hard, and i fear they don’t get enough stress release. That is where you come in. For the next month, every afternoon you will give each of my boys a massage. You will rub down their naked bodies for 45 minutes each, finishing with a happy ending. You can use your hands or mouth - i don’t care. But you will make each of them cum, everyday. And you will not allow any of them to please you, or penetrate you - only i can do that. 

After their scheduled massages, you will serve us the dinner that Joe prepares. And then in the evening you will tend to my stress. The mornings are yours to do as you please. Enjoy the gym, the pool, the movie theatre. Just make sure you stay in shape, and stay groomed. There are a couple of girls on site - you are not to touch them. They will ensure you are well groomed - tending to your body hair, nails and helping you douche every day. They can touch you, but you may never touch them

On weekends we host parties. You will serve drinks, and tend to my guests as i see fit. I am going to trust you at first. If you test my trust you will suffer. If i think you are pleasing yourself, i will cage that cock of yours. If you don’t obey, or show attitude, you will meet my paddles and whips. Any major infractions will be dealt with more severely. If, on the other hand, you relax and play along, i will make sure your stress is also taken care of, and your stay is as easy as possible. Do you understand all of this?”