Sold!

Jimmy moved to the pedestal, stepping up on it. The bright lights blinded him, making those in the shadows impossible to see. He stood naked, with hands cuffed behind his back to prevent him from covering himself. He felt the stares even without seeing the faces. He knew they were there, looking at him, sizing him up, wondering if he was worth a bid.

He had watched Mitchell then Brian auctioned to the highest bidder. Mitchell had demonstrated well in receiving the flogger and the whip. And he had demonstrated an eagerness for sucking cock. It was no surprise the bids went so high. But Brian had been a surprise. With such an average body, it was assumed he would fetch no more than fifty thousand, maybe sixty if someone felt it was the best he could do on this night. But there was something about the way Brian responded to a fuck, then there was the way he begged for it. The bids went past a hundred thousand, and yet four men kept bidding. When the gavel finally fell, there were whispers and murmurs of surprise.

Jimmy had no illusion of topping Brian’s bid, or Mitchell’s. He shouldn’t even be on the pedestal. He had only arrived on the campus two weeks ago and had weeks of training left to do. But someone asked for him to be auctioned, someone important to Victor and his council, the five partners in this little adventure. Someone with deep pockets and a lot of clout, for Jimmy was told last night while hanging from the ceiling he was to be part of the auction. The question asked of him kept repeating in his mind as he stared into the darkness at the shadowy outlines of the men. Men of wealth who lived a life in secrecy. Men who have come to bid for fresh meat. Men who sought a slave for their desires and lusts, and the question lingered before him.

Are you ready to live a life of servitude?

He told himself he knew the answer, for it was why he auditioned for a place on campus. It was why, two weeks ago, he was prostrate in a man’s office taking a dildo of monstrous proportions, then sucked him off while sitting on it. It was why he endured the training, doing things he had thought incapable. He wanted to live for another, to be someone’s personal belonging, willing to do their bidding. He wanted out of the rat race, away from the daily grind of a job and the nights at home, alone with his thoughts.

“Next is Jimmy. Jimmy is twenty-four, five foot eleven, brown hair and when erect, seven inches. He weighs one hundred sixty-four pounds and has no health issues. As you can see, he has no body piercings or tattoos, so the winner will have a blank slate from which to work. It has been noted in tonight’s agenda, Jimmy has not completed his training but at the request of one of you, he is being auctioned to the highest bidder. Shall we start at twenty-five thousand?”

Jimmy didn’t comprehend a word, nor was he keeping up with the bids. He heard the number change, then change again, but he didn’t take note of what were the numbers being called out. Instead, he thought of what brought him to this place. He considered the three years that passed, as he was lured from one situation to the next, and how it began at a party off campus.

 Jimmy had arrived on campus openly gay, but a bit shy. He went through freshman year like any other. An initial struggle to fit in and fall into the routine, then a period of pure devil may care. He found meeting other guys frighteningly simple, and went from bed to bed, in his own dorm and in others within the complex. But most of the sex had lacked something. He was sated but not satisfied. 

Sophomore and junior years found Jimmy more focused on his studies to become an accountant, one with a minor in business law. His dating became more serious, dating Hector for nearly his entire Junior year. Hector was passionate and vocal about what he wanted in their sex. It was never more arousing to Jimmy than when Hector was fucking him a bit roughly and talking nonstop about taking his cock. It was even more arousing when Hector would hold him down or hold him from behind with an arm around the neck just a bit too tight. 

But Jimmy came to understand he was not satisfied. Something was missing, some intangible aspect to their relationship, and their sex, that left him growing distant. Spring semester had only four weeks remaining when he broke up with Hector.

That summer, working at the beach for a jet ski rental place, he met a lot of guys, and fucked around with a good number of them. He knew most were just experimenting, but some tried to make the summer fling something more. Ricky from Birmingham stood out for the way he whimpered when penetrated, then begged to be fucked harder once loosened to it. Then there was Wyatt. In any other situation, Jimmy might have sought more, for Wyatt was an Oklahoma cowboy, bowlegs, cowboy hat, and all. Wyatt fucked in a physical way that Jimmy couldn’t get enough. Held down, or pushed over the back of a chair, or pressed against a wall, each position, Wyatt hammered thick curved cock into his depths. 

Jimmy arrived for his senior year with some sense of what was missing in his experiences to date. He began to flesh out what he desired, the aspects he had tried to ignore, telling himself they were not important. But late at night alone in bed, he thought of the ways he wanted sex, and how each fantasy led to a relationship with a man that was submissive. It scared him. To consider it and what it would mean for him. It would not be a life his family or friends would understand. But late at night, slowly stroking his leaking cock, he visualized it, a master. Someone who would take control of his life, leaving him to only give pleasure in return, no matter what form it took.

Three weeks into the fall semester, Jimmy found himself settling into a routine. He went to his first two classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, then during the hour break before his third class, he began to hang out in the student union in a lounge area. There were several areas for students to hang out, but it was a small sitting area next to an interior courtyard that Jimmy found to be perfect for studying or simply reading his latest novel. 

It was a Friday morning, a drizzling rain falling making the courtyard seem more intimate, an oasis within the chaos of the campus during the week. Jimmy was reading a novel where the two main characters were gay. It captured his imagination to read about characters in which he could identify. He was so focused on the story unfolding he didn’t notice the shadow that fell over him. 

“Hey, sorry to disturb you, but you’re in my Advanced Tax Accounting class and I was wondering…” the voice trailed off, waiting on Jimmy to respond in some manner.

Jimmy looked up to see a guy he recognized in face only. Indeed, the guy was in his Advanced Tax Accounting class and had been in a few others over the years. There were hazel eyes looking at him and a smile that reveal just enough white teeth to show a friendliness behind it. Jimmy had always thought the guy was attractive with his short dirty blonde hair and high cheek bones and strong jaw. He looked like he might be in ROTC by the haircut, which was one reason he never sat near him in class, assuming this was one guy off-limits to his pursuits. 

“Yes. We’ve had a few classes together,” said Jimmy, slipping the bookmark into his novel and closing it. 

“I’m Eli by the way.”

“Jimmy.”

“Jimmy, I was wondering if you could do something for me.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’ve got to miss next Wednesday and Friday, and we have that test the following Monday.  I get back in town late Friday night and wanted to see if I could get your notes for those two days. I’ve seen how neatly you take them and know they will be thorough.”

“Yes, I don’t mind giving you a copy of my notes. How do you want to hook up next Friday?”

“I can come to your place when I get back. If you give me your number, I’ll call you.”

“My number is…” said Jimmy hesitating as Eli got his cellphone contacts pulled up and ready to add one. He said his number slowly, watching Eli type each digit into his phone. 

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

“Glad I can help.”

“It means a lot for the only person I really know in our class takes horrible notes,” said Eli, smiling with a relaxed manner that made Jimmy wish he could know him better. “Hey, some of us are having a cookout this evening. Would you like to come? I’ll get enough hamburger and supplies for both of us.”

“Isn’t it raining all day?”

“Yep, but Keith rents this house with a porch across the back, so we’ll cook underneath it.”

“I don’t know…I mean I’ll be the new guy who knows no one.”

“Well, its an opportunity to meet new people. Come on, join us and I’ll treat you to the best hamburger in town,” Eli replied with a smile meant to be innocent, but Jimmy sensed it was anything but innocent.

“What’s the address?”

Jimmy drove along Maycroft Drive searching for 1247, the address for the house he was to hangout, with guys he didn’t know. He felt anxious but also a little thrilled to have something different to do. And the chance to hang out with Eli was a temptation too great to turn down. As he drove down the leaf littered road, he noticed most of the houses were rented by students, for their drives held two, three or even four vehicles and the street was lined with vehicles, some almost encroaching on the narrow drive cuts. He crossed Kirkland, then Willow Croft, slowing when he noticed the next block was the one that started at 1240. Easing along trying to see out the side window, obscured by raindrops, he saw 1243, then 1245, and he slowed at the next house knowing it had to be the right one but wanting to see the address to make sure. A porch light was on, and on the black mailbox, he saw the white plastic numbers 12 7, a gap where the 4 should be. Continuing along the street, Jimmy searched for a place to park.

Jimmy jogged back up the street, having to park nearly two blocks away. By the time he got back to the house and was under the protection of the porch, he was wet. His hair hung down dripping over his face and down his neck. His t-shirt was nearly transparent, and his sneakers felt like they were full of water. He knocked twice, debating whethert to stay, or beg off and go home to get dry. 

The door swung open, and Jimmy found himself staring at a guy about his own height, but stockier in build.

“Are you Jimmy?” the guy asked.

“Yes. Eli invited me over.”

“I’m Sean; come on in.”

Jimmy stepped into a living room with an old futon that had seen better days a decade ago with two armchairs nearly as worn. Empty beer cans and whiskey bottles were lined up along one wall and on the mantel of a fireplace that was boarded up sat a bong, a model of a Mustang, and a couple of candles. The photo hung above was a promotional poster for the college’s football team and lying in the floor was a football. The coffee table was littered with notebooks, a laptop, and a few textbooks. It could have been any dorm room or apartment around campus.

“It’s still coming down out there, I see. Let me get you a towel and a dry shirt. Go on back into the kitchen. That is where the guys are hanging out,” said Sean, cutting through the dining room with its too small round table and five mixed matched chairs, where he disappeared through a doorway to a hall. 

Jimmy knew the door on the back wall of the dining room had to lead to the kitchen and he headed that way while tugging on the wet t-shirt trying to get it to stop clinging to his body. After seeing Sean, and Eli earlier, he knew the guys were probably all jocks. He was too lean to be a jock and suddenly self-conscious about them seeing him. 

Through the door, Jimmy found Eli next to the sink making hamburger patties while two other guys stood at the opposite side leaning against the counter. They were drinking beer and talking about the football season when he entered the room, making them fall silent and look his way.

“Hey, you made it,” said Eli looking over his shoulder.

“Wow, you’re soaked. Is Sean getting you a towel?” said the nearest guy.

“Yes. I had to park down the street and got caught in it.”

“I’m Keith, and this asshole is Nathan.”

“Jimmy,” he replied, giving the guys a quick look. Keith was average in height, average in build, with dark brown hair. Nathan was taller with black hair and a tattoo sleeve down one arm, fully visible for he was wearing a tank top. 

“You want a beer?” asked Nathan, not waiting for a response. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. 

“Thanks,” Jimmy replied, taking the beer, and twisting off the cap. 

The door swung open, and Sean walked in with a t-shirt and towel. 

“The shirt might be too big, but it is dry,” said Sean while holding it and the towel out. 

“Thanks,” said Jimmy. He took the towel and t-shirt. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Second door in the hall,” Keith replied.

Empty plates sat around the living room where they had settled to eat. Beer bottles partially consumed, and empty sat next to each plate. Jimmy found himself sitting on the floor next to Nathan with Keith and Eli opposite on the sofa. Sean was in the armchair to his left. The conversation went from sports to girls, back to sports then to movies until circling back to girls. Jimmy endured the references to pussy and tits, trying not to blush. He felt tipsy and struggled not to stare at the guys. Eli’s smile, Keith’s eyes, and there was the way Sean carried himself, the casual way he spoke. Then there was Nathan. The one Jimmy had sensed some danger when he first met them. The tattoo drew his eyes, then the dark brown eyes and wavy black hair. 

Something was said between Eli and Keith, some taunt or dare, and they were pushing each other, threatening to take the other down while trying not to laugh. 

“Pussies will hurt each other if they don’t stop,” Nathan uttered.

“Who are you calling a pussy?” exclaimed Eli as he put Keith in a headlock. 

“They like to pretend they are men,” said Nathan, looking at Jimmy. 

Jimmy swallowed hard at the stare, as if it were a dare. 

“Maybe they like wrestling each other,” Jimmy replied after a pause that was far too long. He blushed, knowing it was a stupid thing to say.

“You like to wrestle?” asked Nathan.

“What? No!” Jimmy replied, turning from Nathan to see Eli and Keith had stopping goofing around and were staring at him. “I have to go the bathroom,” he added, climbing unsteadily to his feet.

 It was late, the guys settled down in the living room listening to music and having what would be their last beer of the night. Keith was slid down in the armchair with feet propped on the coffee table. Eli and Sean were on the futon arguing about who should be quarterback, Sean saying the team should use the freshman. Jimmy sat on the floor opposite them, listening to their banter. He was slightly drunk causing him to smile goofily at the two of them. Nathan came from the kitchen carrying a fresh beer. He eased down on the floor next to Jimmy.

“What are you smiling at?” Nathan asked, looking at Jimmy.

“Huh?” Jimmy replied.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” Jimmy giggled.

“Nothing,” Nathan replied giving Jimmy a playful push.

Jimmy went over to his side, sprawling out on the floor.

“Are you drunk?” Nathan asked, now laughing too.

“Just a little,” Jimmy replied sitting back up.

Jimmy pushed Nathan causing him to spill some beer.

“Hey, you want to wrestle?” Nathan replied sitting the beer on the coffee table.

“No, no, I’m sorry,” Jimmy replied trying to scramble to his feet.

Nathan reached out quickly, grabbing Jimmy by the waist and quickly had him pinned to the floor. Nathan lay on his back with his full weight and bear hugged him around the neck.

“Say uncle.”

“Geez, Nathan, give him a fighting chance,” said Keith.

Jimmy felt the larger body on top. He felt the exhale of breath over his ear, then the lowered husky voice.

“Say uncle.”

He was going to say it, ready to give him in. He knew he could never escape Nathan’s hold. He angled his head around to look at Nathan.

“No.”

The others laughed at Jimmy’s audacity. Nathan tightened his hold.

“No?” said Nathan.

Jimmy felt the restriction, his breathing cut off enough to make him struggle. He felt the long legs lock his own together. He felt his cock stir.

“Uncle. Uncle. I give.”

Nathan released Jimmy and rolled to one side sitting up. Jimmy was embarrassed and rolled over keeping his front away from the other guys. But he couldn’t keep Nathan from seeing and as he sat up, knees up, he saw Nathan smile at him in a knowing way. 

“I should get home,” said Jimmy when his erection subsided.

“You’re not driving home,” said Nathan.

“No Jimmy, just crash here. The cops heavily patrol the area during the nights on weekends,” added Eli.

“But…where will I sleep?”

Sean looked over and replied, “You can sleep here on…” 

“You can crash with me,” Nathan cut in.

Jimmy looked around at Nathan, feeling the dare behind the comment. He saw how Nathan looked at him differently.

“In fact, I’m ready to call it a night too,” said Eli, coming to his feet.

Suddenly everyone was getting to their feet. Eli and Sean went into the front bedroom that was off the living room, the largest bedroom where Jimmy had noticed it had two beds along the interior wall. He got up and followed Nathan and Keith through the dining room into the corridor sensing he was making a mistake. Keith went down the hall to the back bedroom and Nathan led Jimmy to the left to the bedroom in the middle of the house with the bathroom between it and Keith’s. It was the smallest bedroom, the queen bed with its two nightstands that were mismatched tables taking up most of one wall. A dresser sat opposite with its top littered with colognes, pens, notebooks, a few framed photographs, and a shallow basket full of change. The bed wasn’t made up, the blanket half on the floor, and to Jimmy it seemed threatening. A place of danger if he couldn’t control himself.

Nathan came up behind Jimmy. He stood so close Jimmy could not but help to sense his presence. 

“So, you like wrestling?” said Nathan, his husky voice lowered to a whisper. 

“What? No!”

“No? But I saw it.”

“No,” Jimmy uttered. It was obvious he didn’t believe it himself, with his defeated tone. 

“I think you’re up for more rough play,” uttered Nathan. 

Before Jimmy could respond, before he could register the changed reference, Nathan pushed him on the bed. He was face down and suddenly both arms were held behind his back. A knee was wedged up between his thighs, tight against his ass.

“No…please don’t,” Jimmy whimpered.

Nathan lay on Jimmy, slipping a hand underneath him. It rubbed from stomach to crotch where the fingers dug into it. Jimmy felt his cock harden with the manipulation. Nathan laughed in his ear while making him fully erect.

“You want me to stop?” Nathan asked.

Jimmy needed to find his voice. He needed to put aside how Nathan was making him feel and say yes. The word was on his lips. Fingers toyed with the head of his cock.

“No.”

Nathan flipped Jimmy to his back, where he held both arms down over his head. Nathan’s larger hand had no problem holding the two wrists locked together. The other hand had no trouble undoing his jeans. Soon fingers were touching bare flesh. He inhaled deeply and moaned as he stared up at Nathan. Their eyes stayed locked together as Jeans were pushed down, then briefs. Jimmy felt the exposure, then a hand took his cock. He tried to conceal how it made him feel, but soon he was pushing up through the fist.

“I knew you’d like it,” said Nathan. “I wonder what else you’ll like,” he added.

Jimmy felt he should say something, anything but he watched as Nathan moved up over his stomach and pulled off his tank top. The sleeve tattoo turned into a dragon, one like in Chinese drawings, circling the right nipple appearing ready to strike it. He looked down the flat stomach to the hands undoing the jeans. The jeans were spread apart revealing bare flesh and hardening cock. Jimmy felt short of breath. He was anxious, nervous of what Nathan would ask of him. The jeans were pushed down revealing more and more of the shaft until finally the head appeared and it angled upward, fully erect. 

“You like what you see?” asked Nathan. He stood on knees, with jeans pushed down thighs as far as possible. His cock flexed up and down. The head flared out wide.

“Yes,” Jimmy uttered in a low voice.

Nathan scooted up and rubbed his cock across Jimmy’s lips.

“You want it?” Nathan asked.

Jimmy stuck out his tongue and let the head drag over it. Nathan put it against his lips and pushed. He let it slip between them and sink into his mouth. Jimmy let Nathan move his arms underneath each leg pinning him down. Hands took his head, lifting it up, then Nathan began to move at the hips, pushing cock inward, then tugging it outward. Jimmy closed his eyes and let the cock slid over his tongue, bang against the roof of his mouth, and push to the back of his throat. He suddenly felt calm. He felt his role in their sex: the submissive one.

Nathan pumped cock into Jimmy’s mouth, his pace slowly increasing. Jimmy controlled his beathing letting Nathan use his mouth. He drooled around the pumping cock until it trickled down his chin. Nathan’s breathing grew labored, and his thrusts became rougher, at times cutting off Jimmy’s air.

“Fuck…take it,” Nathan uttered as he jerked and shuddered, then filled Jimmy’s mouth with cum. “Yeah…eat it,” he added holding his cock head just inside Jimmy’s mouth while he filled it. 

Jimmy had barely swallowed it all when Nathan was flipping him over to his stomach. A hand at the back of his neck pushed his face into the bed. His legs were pushed together, and hard wet cock dragged along the crevice between his cheeks. 

“I want to fuck you,” Nathan uttered breathlessly.

Jimmy moaned and pushed his ass up against the cock moving over it. Nathan chuckled.

“Spread your ass for me,” Nathan whispered in Jimmy’s ear. 

Jimmy did it. He reached back and spread his ass cheeks as Nathan held his head down. He lay prone, opened up to Nathan. He felt the cock push against his opening, then stretch him open as it penetrated him. He shuddered and cried out into the mattress as cock bore into his depths. It felt enormous as it stretched him open and sank into his body. It gave him a fullness he had not experienced before. He shivered as Nathan tugged upward, then pushed inward again. As Nathan’s pace increase, he was soon pushing upward trying to get him deeper into his hole. He wanted it, every thrust into his depths. He cried out and worked his hips, pushing upward then grinding his own erection into the mattress. 

Nathan increased his pace until the bed squeaked and rocked, banging against the wall. The rhythm of it was telling but Jimmy was too lost to his desires to think of it. Eli and Sean had to know what was going on. But all he could focus on was Nathan’s cock and the fullness it gave him as it bore into his depths. Too soon, he felt his own surge of release. He shuddered and cried out into the mattress, then came. He jerked and shook beneath Nathan as cum soaked the bed beneath him. 

“Fuck…fuck…” Nathan cried out, hammering cock inside of him with hips smacking against the raised ass. He slammed down against Jimmy, over and over, the sound of it echoing around the room, then he shoved inward all the way and hammered hips against Jimmy’s ass as he filled him with his second load.

Jimmy lay on the bed facing the far wall trying to get to sleep. Nathan lay next to him on his back fully exposed with covers kicked to the foot of the bed. Jimmy felt the masculine presence, how it took up most of the bed leaving him at the edge of the mattress. He heard an inhale and a slow exhale, then Nathan moved closer, leaning over him.

“Don’t think this means anything. It won’t happen again. But it was fun,” said Nathan, slapping Jimmy on the bare ass, then he fell back on the bed. 

“…do I hear 100…100…yes, to Mr. Dallenbach. Do I hear…”

Jimmy didn’t perceive the numbers, couldn’t comprehend what they meant. He was only aware of his own state. He felt his sexuality, the rawness of it. He felt his cock growing erect under the stare of the men come to bid. He felt it flex up and down as it angled upward higher and higher. He tried to focus his mind on the bidding but all he could think about were the events that led there. He went from that first initial awakening to the events that followed. He remembered the gay club, the one in the warehouse district, with its entrance on a loading dock and the interior so dark one could barely see. He remembered how it frightened him.

After the party, Jimmy dwelled on it, the sex with Nathan and the possibility of sex with others on campus. He looked at the guys he passed, sizing each one up as a sexual partner. He found the strongest attraction toward those that seemed more like they would be a top, someone who would take control. The jock in his first class, the guy who rode a motorcycle who came into his second class in leathers carrying a helmet. There were big muscular guys in the cafeteria and lean muscular guys on bicycles racing across campus. It drove him nuts all the male flesh that surrounded him, and his desire for it. 

Two of his friends suggested a trip to Atlanta the next weekend. There was some gay bar they wanted to check out, saying it had a reputation to being wild late at night. It was one Jimmy had only heard the name, but having seen nothing about it, nor having any friends who had been before, it had not been on his radar. But what David and Greg said about it fueled his imagination and he knew he wanted to go.

Saturday night, just before midnight, the three of them were in line to get in. They noticed the others were dressed in jeans, t-shirts, tank tops, leather harnesses, leather chaps, or very little at all. A couple of guys were obviously slaves to their masters, dressed in leather shorts and dog collars. Their bodies shined in the dim light capturing everyone’s attention.  None more so than Jimmy’s. 

Jimmy, David, and Greg followed the others into the dark club. It seemed the lights lit up the pathways but left the corners of the room in dark shadow. They went past a lounge area into what they would come to know as the main bar. It stretched the entire width of the room on one side and was the most brightly lit place in the room. 

“Let’s get something to drink,” said Greg leading them to it. 

Jimmy ordered and while waiting for the bartender to mix his cocktail, he scanned the patrons along the bar. He saw a few look back and he turned quickly, avoiding the eye contact. 

“Come on, let’s go in there,” said David once they all had their drinks. He pointed through a large opening where lights were flashing, and loud music was playing. 

Jimmy was between David and Greg as they strolled into the main space with its dance floor. There was a crowd around the dance floor and a crowd on it. They made their way to a raised platform affording them a better view. They had to talk into each other’s ears to be heard but they joked around about the club and its patrons. The leather gear, the scantily clad boys, especially the ones in cages around the dance floor. 

“Let’s go dance,” said Greg, sitting his empty cup down.

“Okay,” replied David, following him down the steps.

Jimmy hesitated but when he saw a large man hovering nearby, he felt like he was being cornered, and he took off, following them out into the middle of the dance floor. 

They danced until sweaty, and through the consumption of four more drinks. It was late, some early A.M. hour, when Jimmy grew tired of dancing and found himself standing to one side of the room.  He scanned it, noticing it was not as crowded as before. Then he saw a doorway in back, one concealed in the darkness. Black curtains hung within its frame concealing what lay beyond. He saw a couple of guys go through, then one more. He watched the curtain for them to return, wondering if it were additional toilet rooms. He grew curious and made his way around the room until standing to the side of the doorway. A guy came to the curtain, gave him a smile, then went through. Jimmy looked through the parted curtain and only saw darkness. 

His curiosity was too great, and he parted the curtains and slowly walked into the darkness. It was a winding corridor, meant to break sound and light coming from the dance from getting into the back rooms and vice a versa. Jimmy held out a hand to make sure he didn’t run into a wall until he saw a dim red light ahead. He approached it until he found himself in a small lounge area. Men were sitting on the two sofas, groping, and kissing each other. In an armchair to one side, another guy had his cock out stroking it while he watched. 

Jimmy stared wide-eyed at the open display. He knew sex clubs were in the city, but he didn’t think a night club would have such an area. He circled the room, feeling some eyes following him. He went down a corridor lined with doors. He heard men cry out, groan, or beg to be fucked harder. He stumbled when a door swung open and a man came out in just a pair of jeans, and behind him two men fucking on a platform. 

Jimmy sensed the sexually charged atmosphere. The raw nature of it, and it aroused him in ways that scared him. He saw himself on bottom in one of the small rooms. He saw himself on the sofa groping another man, willing to do much more. He wanted to be another man’s pleasure. He staggered down the corridor until he came to a small room with three door openings on the far wall. Through each he saw only a wall within a few feet of the opening. The music was louder in this area and looking up he saw the walls were only about eight feet high, open to the warehouse steel structure above. There were red and blue lights shining down into some area beyond the walls and after a few seconds he thought he heard a man cry out. He wondered if it were from pain, or pleasure, and he began to question what the difference was in this atmosphere. 

Jimmy chose the doorway on the right and found himself in a maze. He came to dead ends, one with two guys kissing and groping each other. He came to a small room with videos playing on a flat screen in front of a tiered section. Men were sprawled out on each level, sucking each other. He moved deeper into the maze until he came to a section with jailhouse bars dividing the space. A guy was handcuffed to the bars. He was naked, his clothes scattered on the floor around him, and Jimmy noticed they looked wet. A man entered the room and came up behind the naked man, took out his hard cock, and pushed it into him making him cry out. Jimmy watched, his own cock getting rock hard, as the two men fucked. Jimmy imagined it, he the one cuffed to the bars.  He imagined what it would feel like to be naked in such a place, taking a stranger’s cock.  His cock felt trapped in his jeans, and he tried to shift it around to stretch out to one side. He wanted to take it out, to feel his own hand on it as he watched. 

The man fucking grunted then slammed his hips against the naked man’s ass. He hammered against it, bellowing with his release, and Jimmy found his eyes on the face of the naked man. A look of pure bliss. 

Jimmy left the room before the man pulled out, making his way through the maze. He found himself circling back, then down another dead end where a man stood naked jacking off. ‘You want to watch’ the man asked before Jimmy could back out. ‘No,’ Jimmy replied, feeling embarrassed about interrupting him, then about not wanting to participate in his fantasy. He took the only remaining path and found himself in another room. There were two slings set up, something he had seen online, but never in person. He was drawn to them, and he found himself standing with a group of other men watching a man in one sling get fucked. He looked around in the dim red lit room and saw some of the men were dressed, just watching. Some had their cocks out, stroking them. And others were naked, cocks sticking straight out fully erect. The man fucking cried out and it drew Jimmy’s attention. He watched the man jam his hips against the spread ass over and over, obviously with every ejaculation of his cock. He pulled out and Jimmy almost gasped at the size of the man’s cock. It wasn’t the longest he had ever seen but it was by far the thickest. The man in the sling just hung in it with his asshole gapped open. Before it could close, another man came up, dropped to his knees and began to work his fingers into it. He put four fingers into the hole, twisting and turning them, then he began to work his thumb into it with the fingers. 

Jimmy stood in shock, having never seen a man get fisted before. He watched the man in the sling shudder and jerk in the sling as the hand slowly stretched him open. The thumb and fingers were inside him, then the widest part of the hand as he shuddered with the stretching. Jimmy watched the hand disappear, then inch after inch of the forearm. He watched while considering how it would feel. To have his hole stretched open enough to take a man’s arm sent a shiver down his spine but also made his cock flex hard within its confines. 

Fingers touched his thigh, then moved around to his ass, squeezing one cheek. Jimmy suddenly realized what was happening and he jumped back.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy uttered, and he hurriedly left the room and moved through the maze frantic to get back to the room with the dance floor. He had been gone too long and felt he had barely escaped submitting to someone where he might have been asked to do things he wasn’t prepared to do, or at least not ready to do. 

If only he had stayed and gave into his desires. Jimmy thought of it, had done so often since that night. He imagined being naked, and in the sling, or cuffed to those bars, or just pushed against one of the black walls and used for another’s pleasure. He masturbated to the scenarios that played out in his mind, obsessed with the possibilities. He wasn’t sure what drove his fears. Maybe it was how he wanted to be immersed into a servitude to another. A submission so complete he would give up everything.  It had been only two weeks after that night in Atlanta that he faced that fear. He gave it physical presence, made it real, and let his embarrassment and fear of letting his friends know of this aspect of his sexual longings. It was his friend Greg that seemed to understand and pushed him to explore it when they were at the night club for Abaddon. It was the perfect opportunity for it was a night of fetish exploration. He remembered how Greg helped him get a costume for the night, then the two of them lying to their friends about where they were going and driving across the city to the nightclub.

He felt sweat trickle down his back from the heat of the bright lights as the auction continued, the one where he was the thing being auctioned. He heard the voice, the rhythm of it as numbers were repeated, then changed. Then he looked down and remembered that night at Abaddon.

Jimmy followed Greg around the club. It was a large space with a mezzanine across the rear and one side of the space. There were bars on both levels at the back. On the opposite wall, a stage where some theatrical display of bondage was being performed. They went up a stair and back to the bar walking past areas set up for demonstrations of electric shock, flogging, and bondage demonstrations. Jimmy bumped into others for he couldn’t turn his eyes away. He watched a woman weld a wand over a shirtless guy and when it got close, an arch of electricity hit the bare flesh, a nipple and around the navel, making the guy howl in pain. At the next booth, a woman was cuffed to a cross, and a man was flogging her. The leather straps looked nearly two foot long and left red marks on her back and thighs. Jimmy ran into Greg as the woman jerked in her bondage. 

“You like that, don’t ya?” asked Greg, bringing Jimmy back to his surroundings. 

“What? No,” he lied.

“Yeah, right. Come on, let’s get a drink.”

Greg had planned it out. From Jimmy wearing worn and faded jeans with a black tank top and a dog collar. Jimmy had initially refused to wear it but did so after Greg showed him pictures of past Abaddon nights and how everyone was dressed in the spirit of the night. Once at the club, Greg put three or four drinks into him, and once loosened up, would push him to explore the things he was too afraid to admit. But Greg knew all about it, having found Jimmy’s searches on his laptop. He had seen the fetish sites, the bondage sites, and the slave sites, and knew Jimmy was struggling with his longings to do those things. 

As Jimmy set the empty cup down from his fourth bourbon and ginger, Greg came up beside him. They were on the main floor watching a guy on stage get stripped down to his boxer briefs then held in a choke hold by a larger man who ran a hand over his bare chest, toying with nipples and slapping the stomach. The guy squirmed and fought against the man’s hold and manipulation, but it was obviously just play, for his cock grew to full erection, pushing out obscenely against the front of the briefs. 

“That is hot, isn’t it?” Greg asked.

Jimmy just nodded; afraid his voice would betray him on how much he liked it.

“Come on, let’s go look around,” said Greg leading Jimmy toward the nearest stair. 

Jimmy didn’t notice how Greg led him straight to the flogging station, nor did he notice how they ended up at the front of the group watching. A young guy, stripped down to his boxers, was taking the blows from another guy. And Jimmy couldn’t take his off either of them. The submissive one with red stripes all down his back and across both thighs. Standing just to the side, it was obvious the guy was noticeably erect. Jimmy wondered how the cock hadn’t slipped out the fly the way it pushed at the front. Then there was the one in control. He was tall, with a lean muscular build and his long arms swung the flogger with precision and a strength that was surprising. It whistled through the air and Jimmy imagined it was him receiving each blow. He stared at the determined face, one with a mischievous smile, then scanned down the body wondering what it would be like on top, with those long arms holding him down and the long legs pinning his own to the mattress. He felt the stirrings of arousal. The feverish heat of it.

The session was soon over, and the guy secured to the cross was released. The guy staggered back, stiff in his moments and when he turned, he did nothing to conceal his erection. Instead, he fondled it to the amusement of the crowd.

“Who’s next?” the tall guy asked, holding up the flogger.

“He is,” Greg exclaimed, pushing Jimmy out of the crowd into the open area between them and the cross.

“What? No, I…”

“Go on, Jimmy. You know you want to try it. Just do it,” said Greg into his ear before giving him another small push.

Jimmy stepped up to the guy, realizing he had to be six foot six or even eight inches tall. The guy towered over him, and he looked up in awe.

“Lose the top,” the guy uttered as he picked up wrist cuffs from a side table. 

Jimmy pulled the tank top off and tossed it to Greg. He held out each arm when the guy came back letting him put on the cuffs. As the last one was being secured, the guy leaned down close.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

Jimmy knew what he meant. He felt it, his cock hard as rock pushing out on the crotch of his jeans. He moved to the cross and held up each arm letting the guy fasten them to the metal rings above his head. He assumed the guy would start with the flogger, but the guy returned with ankle cuffs. 

“I think you should get the full experience,” the guy uttered as he began to undo Jimmy’s jeans. 

“What are you doing?”

“Taking these off. You know you want to feel it. You want it like the last guy, maybe more so,” said the guy as he tugged the jeans down each leg. Jimmy had worn boxer-briefs and he was mortified by how the front was tented out with his erection. The guy gave it a squeeze drawing laughter from their audience. 

Jimmy looked over and saw Greg grinning, then give him a thumbs up. It seemed so inappropriate, but Jimmy smiled despite his anxiousness and fear. He stood nearly naked, and in some ways felt more exposed. His legs were pushed apart, and the cuffs secured around each. He wouldn’t be able to twist and turn his hips away like the last guy had done. He would be forced to stand in place, no matter where the flogger landed on his skin. 

At first the flogger hit him softly as the guy spun it around and around. He felt his skin warm to it. Then the flogger pulled back leaving his skin tingling. He heard the whish through the air a brief second before it struck his shoulders. He jerked against the cuffs and grit his teeth. It struck again, and again, going down his back and back up to the shoulders. His skin came alive, burned with its own heat as the flogger struck.  Then it stopped and Jimmy looked around and saw the crowds faces. The eyes that were glued on him, some smiling, some looking surprised.  The flogger struck his thighs. It seemed to be like a dozen bee stings at once. He flinched and tried to pull away. It struck again. He stifled a moan. It struck his back and shoulders, and he let his head drop down, sweat trickling from around his hairline. It seemed to go on forever, but when the guy stopped, Jimmy knew it had only been for a few minutes. He looked down and saw the head of his cock pushed up above the waistband and once free he turned his back to most of the crowd to work it back down. It was still visible underneath the thin fabric, every inch of it as it stretched out to the left side to where the flared head lay visible. 

“Greg, my clothes,” Jimmy exclaimed, holding his hands over his erection.

“Don’t hide it. That is what everyone wants to see. They want to see how it makes you feel, how you react to it,” said Greg coming up beside him, and pulling his hands away. Some in the crowd cheered. Jimmy looked around and saw most were smiling and nodding their heads. In back, there was a guy just looking at him with a serious expression. He had short black hair and appeared over six feet tall, for he easily looked over those in front of him.  As he took his clothes and got dressed, he saw the guy head toward the stair. 

Jimmy followed Greg to the main floor while scanning it for the black-haired guy. They cut across the floor heading toward the stage where another performance was happening. Greg stopped at the back of the crowd watching and Jimmy stepped up next to him. He found himself looking around more than paying attention to the performance. He didn’t understand why he was so obsessed in finding the guy, but he couldn’t stop. He looked back toward the bar below the mezzanine, then along the wall where the toilet rooms were located, then cut his eyes to the opposite side and looked under the mezzanine where it ran along the wall. At the stair there was an exit, the door propped open, and he saw him standing to one side. It seemed their eyes locked. For what seemed a long time, Jimmy stared, and the guy appeared to be staring back. Then the guy pushed off the wall and spun around and out the door.

Jimmy felt a need to follow, but he had to get away from Greg. He didn’t want him tagging along. He looked around to his friend and he caught sight of a young guy to Greg’s left staring at him. Jimmy recognized the look. It was one of longing. He stepped back and moved behind Greg and stood on the far side of the guy.

“Hey, his name is Greg and if you’re curious to know, he is gay,” Jimmy whispered. 

The guy looked at Jimmy shocked, then he smiled. 

“I’m going to step away so talk to him if you want,” said Jimmy.

“Thanks,” the guy replied, then turned to Greg, tapping him on the arm to get his attention.

Jimmy slipped away and headed to the exit. He wove through the crowd until at the door and he looked out to find a narrow alley, not more than ten feet wide. From the door to the front of the building it was lit up. Looking the other way, Jimmy saw the alley was dark, and he knew the black-haired guy would be in there. A quick glance back to make sure Greg was still occupied and he stepped out and headed toward the back of the alley. 

As he walked nervously along, his eyes adjusted to the darkness until he could see the outline of a garbage can, a pallet leaning against the wall, then a few feet further down, the profile of a tall man leaning against the wall. There was movement, something familiar for Jimmy quickly realized the man was stroking his cock. It was in shadow, but the arm was moving in such a familiar way. He froze and watched. The man pushed off the wall and turned to him. He stood still, afraid to move closer. But what light came down the narrow alley, it lit the hard cock. A thick, straight cock with a wide flared head. The hand moved slowly along the shaft with Jimmy’s eyes following its every move.

Finally, unable to hold back, Jimmy took a step toward the man, then another and slowly kept walking until he was only a few feet away. He expected the man to tell him to suck his cock or get on his knees. But he wasn’t prepared for what the man eventually said after making him wait.

“Submit.”

After a brief hesitation, Jimmy stepped up to the man and went to his knees. The cock brushed his cheek, then rubbed across his lips. He stuck out his tongue letting it drag over it as the man wiped it back across his face. Then it was pushing against his lips. 

Jimmy opened his mouth and took the cock. He felt it slide over his tongue as it filled his mouth. Hands held his head, and the cock began to pull outward then push back in, over and over, the man’s pace increasing. Soon, it was a fuck, one that pushed Jimmy to the point of nearly gagging. The cock seemed to thicken even larger, then it was hovering in his face, the slit gapped wide. He saw a clear bead pool in it, and he leaned forward and licked it off.

Things happened fast afterward. Hands took him under the arms and roughly pulled him to his feet. A hand at the back of the neck steered him toward the wall until his face was pressed against it. He was bent over, ass out, and the man’s other hand was around his waist. It tugged on his jeans until they were open then it was pushing everything down. With jeans and briefs around his ankles, Jimmy felt his exposure, the door to the club less than forty feet away. He watched two guys come out and light up cigarettes as the man raked hard cock up and down his ass. 

The man leaned up close, so close Jimmy felt each exhale. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Jimmy saw the two guys drawing in the smoke, the cigarette glow bright red in the dim light. He felt his exposure, his own cock angled up hard between his thighs. He knew he should say no, pull up his pants and get his ass back inside. He should go find Greg and call it a night, for one of the smoking guys could notice them any minute, or worse one of their girlfriends could come out and see him. He felt the cock rake up his ass then push against his hole.

“Yes.”

Jimmy gritted his teeth to stifle his need to cry out as his hole stretched open for the man’s cock. The wide flared head painfully stretched him open and sank into his hole, followed by inch after inch of hard thick shaft. It felt as if a post were being driven into his hole. The fullness of it staggered him. He pushed against the brick wall and grunted with lips locked together. And he pushed back taking every inch of the man’s cock.

There was another push by the hand on Jimmy’s neck and suddenly the man was fucking him. A steady rhythm, cock sinking into his depths, then pulling outward. His own cock flopped between his thighs as he took it, every thrust. The man didn’t pace himself, didn’t give Jimmy time to adjust, instead he just used him for his own gratification. A hole for his cock to fit into and fuck. 

Jimmy took his own cock and stroked it furiously, keeping pace with the man. He wanted to get off, wanted to feel his own release. He began to gasp for breath, struggling not to cry out and draw attention to them. But he wanted to yell at the top of his lungs at how the man’s cock made him feel. The way it bore into his depths giving him a sense of fullness, like he was somehow complete as a person while pleasuring another. 

The man leaned against his back, heaving for breath, then he grunted while jamming against his ass. It was obvious the man was coming, the way he hammered cock into him. It rocked him, nearly lifted him off his feet, and it pushed him over the edge. He clinched his jaw tight to prevent himself from crying out, and shuddered as his cock painted the wall with his cum. 

Then the man was gone, and Jimmy tugged his briefs up as cum trickled down one thigh. He pulled up his jeans and secured them and headed back to the door to look for Greg. As he came out of the darkness, he saw the looks, then the knowing smiles. One guy nodded while both smiled at him, and it embarrassed him to have been so obvious. Inside the club he looked for Greg under the mezzanine then on the main floor and finally in the area where a large group were dancing. Out in the middle he saw Greg and the guy who had wanted to meet Greg dancing together. He waved at Greg getting his attention, then motioned toward the exit, indicating he was calling it a night.

Jimmy felt like he had been on the podium for far too long. The auctioneer’s voice became a dull white noise and there were soft murmurings from the men come to bid. He knew it had been only a minute, if that long, but he was so exposed, nothing concealed from the men. He felt his arousal. Was it a weakness to get aroused so easily, or was it something a man would desire? To know he was being sold to a man made him feel so sexually driven, he became aroused by his mere exposure.

He knew his ability to get aroused so easily began on that night in the club. It had not been obvious at first, but over the coming weeks, he realized how sexually awakened he had become. No longer shy about his body, willing to strip for any man he wished to submit. He began to respond to older men online, seeking those that were looking for someone submissive. A boy, some called it.

After college he found himself pursuing his desires with greater frequency. The computer technician from Denver, a wine distributor from New York, and the security consultant from Germany were men that gave him the greatest pleasure. For their short time together, they denied him clothes, then his freedom,  keeping him bound for most of any weekend they were in town. They used him, toyed with his body and his mind, and made him suck them off, then take their fuck. The men fucked until exhausted, grinding their cocks into his depths for a third or fourth load before finally stopping.

It was Markus, the German consultant, who opened the door for Jimmy to pursue the life he desired. After a week together, their last night together was in Jimmy’s bed lying together in their exhaustion.

“You want so much more,” Markus had stated so matter-of-factly it surprised Jimmy, but he eventually nodded in agreement to the truth of it.

“Could you really commit to a man?” Markus had asked, feeling him out.

He remembered his answer, how it became so real as he answered Markus. How the confession he wanted nothing else made him relax for the first time in a very long time. He had kissed Markus, then asked how could he obtain such a life, one that let him live for another, without worrying about all the stuff people considered a life? Mortgages, car payments, and credit card debt all geared toward trying to fit in, to be a part of society, even when one didn’t feel like they fit. That they would never be the married man with a pretty wife and two kids and a dog or cat, or both. They would never be a partner to another, equal in their shared domestic life. Instead, they wanted to be submissive to another man. To let a man, dictate their life. What to wear, when they could eat, when and where they could travel, and when they could fuck.

Jimmy wanted it.

Markus left that morning, leaving a business card on his dining table. A black card with a graphic image of a wolf’s head on one side and a telephone number on the other. Jimmy knew without being told it was the opportunity for the life he sought.

“Sold!” the auctioneer exclaimed, bringing Jimmy back to the present. “To 214,” the auctioneer added, pointing into the darkness.

Jimmy felt so confused, not even knowing the final bid, but he heard the voices, as men talked amongst themselves. He stepped down from the pedestal and realized he was hard as a rock, cock flopping around with his unsteady movement. He walked back to the door that led to the lounge area where those being sold were to wait. He passed Seo Joon, a guy from South Korea. It had shocked him when they first met when he realized Seo Joon was over six feet tall with a nice body, and he had been aroused by him when Seo Joon had been one of the guys told to break him in. He remembered how Seo Joon came to him sporting a long hard cock.

As they passed, Seo Joon smiled.

“Nice going, Jimmy,” Seo Joon whispered.

Jimmy looked back once to see Seo Joon step up on the pedestal, then he went through the door held open by one of the staff.

Jimmy had a month to get his affairs in order. There was the lie he told to family and friends of a new job, one that required travel and living overseas. He was set up to pay off all his bills, break the lease on his apartment, and sell his car. At the end of the month, he took a taxi to the airport for a flight to London. It was a place to meet his owner, the man who had won the bidding for him. No one told him the man’s name, or where he resided. He had asked Raymond, another who had sold himself to a life of servitude, and who guided him through the process of leaving the life he had been living. Raymond had been vague, making references to various places they would be residing during different times of the year.

At the airport a driver met him in the lobby and led him out to a Rolls-Royce. They drove out of the city and into the countryside to an estate. Jimmy would soon realize it was not where he would meet his new owner but was the place he was to be prepared.

For weeks, Jimmy was used by the other men, pushed to his limits. Soon, he found himself accepting his status, submitting without question.

After five weeks, Jimmy was flown to Berlin and taken to another residence on the outskirts of the city. Shortly after he arrived, he was led to the basement and put into a stockade. It was designed to keep the person on their knees and bent over slightly. He knew something would soon happen, for anytime he had been left in one of the devices it wasn’t long before he was put through his paces. He stared into the darkness trying to see when someone would approach, but the lone light being directly overhead made it near impossible.

He was naked, had been since arriving. After the five weeks in London, being naked all the time removed any lingering self-consciousness. He wasn’t the only one at the residence and after everyone had gotten their look at the new arrival, he eventually became just one among the group. But it still aroused him. To be naked, ready for someone to take their pleasure fueled his imagination. It made his heart race with anticipation, as it was doing now. He felt sweat trickle down his sides and his cock flex with arousal.

A door swung open, then a ghost in the shadows was approaching. As it neared the light, the ghost became one of the other guys. It was Roque. He had a tanned skin tone and black hair, and a large uncut cock that was half hard as he approached.

Roque didn’t say anything as he came to Jimmy. He stood at Jimmy’s head putting his cock to Jimmy’s lips.

“Suck.”

Jimmy parted his lips and took Roque, nearly every inch in the first push. He felt the cock slide over his tongue and push to the back of his throat. It moved back and forth in the familiar movement, dragging at the lips held tight to it. Jimmy controlled his breathing, letting the cock push to the back of his throat. The cock grew, became longer and thicker. It filled his mouth, and he knew before Roque left, it would fill his ass.

Roque held his head and pumped his hips, building up a fast pace. It choked Jimmy, made him gag at times, but never once did he try to stop Roque. He let the hands hold his head while cock plunged to the back of his throat.

Then he was gasping for breath as Roque stood back a couple of paces. Jimmy looked at the naked body before him. Stomach heaving for breath and cock flexing up and down showing how aroused Roque had become in such a short time. Then Roque moved around behind him. The stockade prevented him from looking around, so he waited. Waited for that first touch. A caress of his skin, or something else.

Jimmy heard the whoosh of the flogger just before he felt it strike. It struck his ass, the long leather strips crossing both cheeks. He jerked despite himself. The strike was quick and hard. His skin burned and he knew it would be red.

It struck again, and again, and again. Across the ass, along the back and once on the bottom of his bare feet. Jimmy began to sweat. He felt feverish as his skin was heated with each strike. He held his head down and moaned. The flogger struck along his spine, and he shuddered from the pain of it. But his cock grew harder. He felt it, the way it was flexing between his thighs, so hard it ached.

Then the strikes stopped.

Jimmy sensed Roque come down behind him. It was as if Roque’s body radiated a heat of its own that he could feel. Hands spread his ass, spit hit his opening, then cock was pressing against it. He pictured Roque’s cock, the skin pulled back revealing the wide flared head. He pictured it slick with his spit, then stretching his hole open. There was a push, insistent, determined to penetrate, and he shivered as he opened to it. He stretched open and let Roque sink into his depths. A hand rubbed slickly up his spine then down as Roque held still. Then hands held his waist and Roque began to fuck. It was rough, soon a brutal pace. The stockage and the wood platform it was mounted on began to squeak and rock.

Jimmy moaned as he endured the fast pace of Roque’s fuck. The hands left his waist and he turned to see one holding the top of the stockade. Roque was leaned over and holding the top of it as he thrust harder. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room. Jimmy felt his own cock flopping between his thighs. He wanted to beg Roque to take him in hand, to stroke him just a few times, for he knew he would not last long.

Then it was over, and Jimmy found himself alone again with cum trickling down one thigh and his skin cooling in the conditioned air.

The door swung open again and two guys came to Jimmy. Once in the light he saw it was Andrea and Inacio. He looked at the now familiar bodies. The shorter Andrea with his lean muscular body, and Inacio with a body very similar to Roque, only his hair was not as dark, reflecting a dark brown in the light. But both had the dark brown eyes that Jimmy found so mysterious, concealing much about them.

They came to Jimmy, releasing him from the stockade. Helped to his feet, they pulled him across the room to the platform. From a distance it looked like a bed, with a headboard and a footboard. But once one was close enough to see it, it became obvious it was no ordinary bed. The platform was black vinyl with a very thin pad over a wood platform. The headboard was steel with rings welded to it. The footboard was a steel frame with a two-piece wood panel. It had two holes for a man’s feet to be locked into them for the top section was hinged.

Jimmy wondered what position he would be placed in on the platform, thinking of all the previous ways he had been used on one similar back in England. When Inacio guided him to the platform with the two of them crawling on next to him, he had been surprised. But he wasn’t surprised when Inacio lay on his back holding up his hard cock. Jimmy knew what was expected and he straddled the narrow waist and eased down on it. Then he began to ride it, to move up and down. Once he had gotten loosened to Inacio’s cock, Andrea pushed him forward and rubbed cock around his stretched opening and Inacio’s cock. He felt the way Andrea rubbed at his opening and he knew what would be expected.

Andrea put his cock next to Inacio’s and pushed until Jimmy stretched enough to accommodate both cocks. He shuddered with the double penetration, and once Andrea was as deep as he could get, he felt the trapped heat of the guys against his sweating skin. They were piled one on top of the other. Andrea began to fuck, then Inacio began to fuck too. The two cocks dueled for space inside of him. They piston in his hole in rhythm for a long time, then out of rhythm, one sinking inward as the other tugged outward. It drove Jimmy over the edge. He felt a fullness and awareness of himself that a normal fuck never gave him. His cock rubbed against hot slick flesh below him. His tightening sac felt crushed between them. Then he became aware.

Jimmy cried out as his cock spurt wad after wad between Inacio and him. His opening spasm around the cocks as they continued to piston through it. He shuddered and jerked in the tight confines between the two men. Then he felt Inacio, the rough thrusts upward. Andrea cried out and slammed into his depths, hammering hips against his ass. He knew both were coming as his cock dribbled out the last of his load.

Then he was alone once again. He was left free on the platform. Cum trickled from his hole and his own cock lay flaccid and dripping on his stomach. His breathing slowed and he felt calm, complete in a manner not felt in a long time. He wasn’t anxious about what the morrow may bring, or what would be expected of him. Whatever it may be, he knew he could do it.

The door swung open, and he heard footsteps. It was almost alien to hear them for all the guys were like him. Naked and barefoot. They drew closer, coming toward him. He rolled over to his stomach and looked into the darkness where he heard their approach.  He saw a man come into the light. The man wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was cut short and appeared to be black. He was well groomed and walked with an upright poised stride until standing only a few feet away.

Jimmy didn’t need an introduction to know it was the man who had been at the auction. The man who sat in the darkness and bid higher and higher, until he had won ownership of him. He still didn’t know his name, and this was the first time clearly seeing him, but he knew without being told. He crawled off the platform and went to his knees before him. With head bowed, he waited.

“I think you realize you belong to me. My name is Reinhold, but you’ll only refer to me as sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

A hand came down on Jimmy’s head. It felt comforting they way it rested on it, the fingers combing through his hair. The hand balled into a fist and tugged his head up and back. Before him was a large cock. It hovered in his face, and he waited to see if he would be allowed to suck it or take it in a fuck. He stared at it, feeling his own cock grow harder at the idea of finally gaining the attention of the man who bought him. Reinhold, the man he would only refer to as sir. He waited as it flexed up and down, then a drop of precum pooled in the slit. He wanted it, wanted to capture that sweet nectar then suck it. He wanted it more than any cock he had had before.

“Suck,” sir uttered.

Jimmy leaned forward and licked the head clean, then slipped his lips around it and pushed forward.

Jimmy stood on the roof top terrace looking out over the harbor. It seemed such an exotic place with the hot sun brightly lighting up the pastel walls of the buildings and the blue-green water of the harbor. He wasn’t sure where on a map the city of Rethymno would be located, but he knew he was on the island of Crete.

A breeze blew over him, warm and filled with the scent of the Mediterranean and the harbor. The light linen shorts clung to his body, fluttered against his cock arousing him. His tank top fluttered against his torso. Despite massive amounts of sunblock, his skin had taken on a darker tone, and the exercise routine had begun to show, his body gaining muscle. He felt his masculinity and was comfortable within it.

They had been in Rethymno for two months, and the other guys and he had been allowed to frolic on the beach, swim in the warm waters, and explore the small harbor city. Most citizens and tourist looked at them as a curiosity, a group of tourists who were different in some explicable way. But there were a few men who looked upon them differently. A deferential stare, then they would look away as if to stare too long would bring them bad luck.

Jimmy wondered if they knew them, knew to whom they belonged, and in what capacity. He and the guys all had the tattoo, the stylized whip in a circular pattern. It was the only tattoo shared among them. For Jimmy, it was the only tattoo. He felt it was enough, for it encompassed everything of his life now. It was on the right bicep and visible all the time unless the weather required warmer clothing. In fact, they wore as little as possible, and once inside one of the residences, they stayed naked. Inside they were always available for sir.