Fresh Meat Bled on the Auction Block
Market dragged itself awake. Echoes boomed like ghosts in an empty hangar. Morning damp soaked everything. Sweat. Old blood. Scrubbed piss from yesterday. Air slammed the face: sour pits, boards drunk on dried gore, rotten-sweet jizz stink, distant scorch of hot iron from the forge—hair and skin charring. Somewhere far, a broken slave lowed. Half pain. Half numb routine. Too early. Buyers scarce. A few owners wandered aimless between blocks. Overseers yawned lazy, sleepy—pinched slave tits now and then. Fondled sacks soft. Testing if fresh meat slacked.
Cody and Jax shuffled chained in a line of dripping slaves. Water trailed fresh from rinsed holes down their thighs. Wet collars bit heavy into necks. Nipples stabbed hard in the chill. Cocks shriveled to pathetic knots. But inside boiled rage—at owners. At betrayers who dumped them here. Terror of the unknown knotted guts.
Overseers herded the scared herd lazy. Whips silent yet. "Step it up, stock! Don't pussy out, fresh meat!"
Cody caught side-eye: old slave with low-hanging balls dragged off. Another block. *Good, not with us,* Cody thought. No joy. Just hollow relief. No more bullshitting from that sack-swinging fuck.
Jax strode ahead. His horse-cock—still half-hard—swung thick between skinny legs. Heavy. Veined monster. Cody caught himself staring again. Swallowed hard. Turned away. Shame burned comparing. But something twitched inside.
They clung close by instinct. Only familiar faces in this hell. Two young bucks. Wet. Shaking.
Dragged onto rough wood platform. Splinters. Bloodstains crusted old. Other slaves already there—lost young pups like them. Naked. Pitiful. Matching leather collars. Bruises ribbed some fresh. Others yellowing. Couple studs backs striped raw from whips. Every sack red. Swollen. Like yesterday's chew toys.
Overseers shoved Cody and Jax center. "Park it here, trash! Legs spread wide. Hands lock behind heads. Cocks thrust forward. Backs arched. Flex that meat!"
Slaves froze around. No pissing off overseers. Legs splayed. Arms back or clasped. Eyes down. Cocks displayed.
Arrived wet with fury. Rebel fire. Now posed like livestock at market. Hands locked back. Holes and shafts bared for all eyes.
Dawn barely cracked. Market dozed. Buyers thin. Jax scanned. Far block pulled eyes—adult slaves. Mature meat stood statue-still. Sacks dangled low. Cocks limp-half. Power there. Confidence young stock lacked. Jax thought: *They know service. No fight. Just yield. Fuck, I want that. Break me fast. No pain.*
Next block: slavegirls kneaded their own tits. Heavy udders swayed. Nipples jutted. Overseers tweaked heifers lazy. Made 'em spin. Simple fun with basic bitch stock.
Market stirred slow. Whips hushed. But humiliation thickened the air.
Cody's breath snagged. Heart hammered throat like post-march army sprint. There at least: uniforms. Brotherhood. Here: naked meat on display. Slab at the butcher.
First time: merchandise. Tight young muscle. Blond hair plastered to brow. Big dick—army locker pride. Not horse-hung like Jax's swinging beast. Uncut. Pink head neat. Shriveled cold. Broad boy chest. Nipples peaked. Firm cheeks clenched. Virgin pink hole. Tight. Winkled from wind and fear. Hoped it looked clean. Tasty for buyers. *Fuck, what am I thinking?*
Inched closer to Jax instinct. Skinny. Tall. Shaggy. Ribs poked fragile boy frame. But cock: freak shaft. Soft still outpast palm. Thick veined trunk. Cody wrong-thought again. Distracted: *Hold,* he whispered. Jax nodded. Eyes feral. Rage and terror wild.
Drawn like pups in pack. Overseer spotted. Whip cracked air. Hiss. "No ass-huddling, goats! Spread out. Show stock every angle. Cock forward!"
Cody's cheeks blazed crimson to roots. Heat flooded face—hot, smothering. Naked under stray owner stares. Mob of slaves around. Finally felt it: beast. Human cattle. Work-bag meat. Collar gouged neck. Reminder: slave. Low. Bull for sale. *I'm soldier. Orders obeyed. Army lines. Sergeant bullshit endured. Same shit. No stripes. Survive. Find owner who shields. But fuck, these honorless scum. Army pricks sold me like junk. Hate 'em. Bloody beasts. Overseer whores. Everyone eyeing my hole. My cock. Like goods. Gonna scream, bitches. Breathe, Cody. Army drilled it: stand. Endure. Or fucked. Jax sees me posed. Whore-wide. Good he misses my blush. Or does he? Gut cramped spasm. Ribs stabbed shame. Before this skinny horse-cock fuck. Both broke slaves now. But I'm built tougher. Won't crack first. Or will I? No. Hold, boy. Just start. They'll crush us. I live. Give body. Just not before Jax.* Thoughts tangled chain. Rage boiled belly. Wanted to roar. But eyes everywhere. Fear locked legs. Burned tense. Loosen 'em, bitch. Muscles quaked. Loosen, fuck. Held pose. Eyes down. Cock out.
Jax quivered close. Lips mouthed silent: *Can't... all see my cock. My ass. Skinny ribs. I'm not meat. Fuck, not slave. But break. Yield to owner. Want total own. No fight. Body. Soul. Give all. Just no suffer. Cody stands solid. Soldier-tight. Sees my scrawn. Horse-tail dangles. Fuck, what he thinks. Starved trash I am. Good he misses inner blush. Both virgins. Posed. But I'm worse. Pose sloppy. He spots? No. Focus, Jax. Survive. Yield to owner. Good slave.* Fought inside. Cock twitched cold and memory.
Overseer barked: "Shut fuck-holes, whore! Slaves don't yap. Stand. Wait!"
Human cattle trade revved slow. Slaves on other blocks twisted shamed under stray eyes. Young muscled pup. Black eye bruise. Legs wide. Arms locked head. Muscles strained. Pitched hoarse to lazy buyer. Voice cracked tremble: "Owner, buy me—" Cheeks flamed. Cock jerked up. "—good slave—" Overseer smacked sack. "—tight virgin hole. Big cock—" Thrust hips. Chest puffed more. "—strong. Haul 80-kilo bags easy…" Gasp pause. Whisper: "—just no scrap me… loyal slave, Owner!" Near tears. Self-pity gnawed acid inside. Knew: week unsold—bullet back skull. Organs harvested. Or worse: mines. Short lives. Stale goods trashed. Pup kept whispering. Groveling. Displaying. Merch. Cock half-hard. Balls tucked cold-terror.
Nearby: twenty-ish slavegirl. Doggy at platform basin. Back straight. Head down. Ass high. Cunt spread wet pink lips. Lapped bitch-style. Water streamed chin. Tongue lolled. Overseer jammed fingers hole sudden: "Prime bitch in heat. Fertile sure. Udder swollen." She whimpered. Shuddered realization. Kept lapping. Shame scorched soul: *Not beast. Not show-cunt. But live. Submit. Or end.*
Overseers hosed slaves. Jets lashed sweaty hides. Washed dust. Sweat. Blood. Water poured cocks. Balls. Holes. Slaves lowed cold.
One snapped. Young rebel. Shoulder tat. Kneeling. Then bolted: "Don't touch, freaks! Not yours! Not animal!" Redheaded brute overseer—harness, shorts—gut-punched him flat. Rebel gulped wind knocked. Whip lashed back. Brute piled on. Wrenched legs wide. Whipped balls savage. Cock. Hole. Crisp. Methodical. Hammered discipline into wild boar pup.
Whip cracked gunshot. Wet skin-slap chase. Fresh blood copper sharp. Rebel sobbed: sack flattened pancake. Balls squished slurp. Cock slapped thigh—betrayed hard. Blood sprayed crimson. Stripes bloomed raw. Rebel screamed: "Hate you scum! Your owners! That fucking whip!"
Owners mobbed noise. Watched lazy. Disgust curl lip. Rebel faded. Sobs only. Overseer gagged the bleating calf. Routine shove.
Overseer froze. Owners neared. Shoulders slumped. Whip dropped. Will drained their approach. Rebel—from snarling boar—muzzled quiet. Blood puddle. Shame swamp. *Fuck hate these mutants. Owners. Overseers. Why me like this? Why cock rises whip? Why, bitches, why! Not your whore!* Rebel thoughts snarled gag-choked.
Cody watched. Heart throat-pounded. Blood sheeted boards. Rebel writhed. Balls red-bloated. Cock in own gore puddle. *No, not me… live. Submit. Army endured drill. Sergeants. Hold, boy. Don't drop pose. Focus now. Here.* Rage mixed paralyzing fear. Legs quivered faint. Muscles fire-burned long hold. Kept pose. Eyes down. Back sweat river.
Cody stared blood. Memory stabbed: first army wash. Barracks cold shower. Sergeant roared "Dismiss!" Naked boys ice-jetted. Cocks knot-shriveled. But uniforms waited. Brotherhood. Equal under code. "Hands head! Hold!" Sergeant snarled. All stood. Shoulder to shoulder. Endured. Obeyed blind.
Cody blushed cold then. Proud though: tight body. Soldier stance. No one sneered. Here: slave. Hole displayed. Ass-water drips before Jax. Collar sawed neck. *Why leak off-code? Why cock stirs stranger stares? Fuck, army no-prep this. Orders duty there. Here mud-plunge.*
Overseer cracked whip air-close. Cody snapped back. Rebel blood-writhing. Whip whistled again.
Neighbor block: breeding heifers. One stood out. Stunner twenty-five. Udders huge. Ripe-melon heavy. Milk-packed. Thick brown nipples. Veins blue under taut skin. Jiggled breath-by-breath. Milking prime.
Fat lord in wrinkled suit. Gaudy wristwatch. Grabbed tits. Squeezed scream-hold. Yanked down brutal. Milk jetted white ropes boards. Sharp fresh cream reek mixed fear-metal sweat tang. Each squeeze wet slap wood. Her choked shame-whimper.
"Good udders. Calved recent?" 28,000 drahm, D-cup udders—muttered fat lord. Nipple pinch. Girl groaned. Mumbled tear-garbled Cody missed. Clit swelled traitor. Arched bow. Cunt drooled thighs. Nipples ballooned shame-pain. Body shook. Inside same as Cody: hate. Self-scorn. Fear: *Not cow. Not grope-bag udder. But endure, bitch. Or worse.*
Cody side-eyed scene. Cock stirred traitor. Slow blood swell. Big young shaft half-staffed. Head flushed red. Skin taut. Balls tugged low-belly.
*Fuck, why cock rises tits? Why her nips grip me? My shaft stiffening? Why shake like spent whore? Fuck why Jax sees—thinks me no boy?* Panic swirled. Cheek blaze. *Don't rise… please no rise… not here. Not now. Not all eyes. You traitor bitch…* Begged his cock silent. Watched milk ropes splat. Shaft ignored. Swelled heavier. Foreskin peeled. Head vicious pink. Cock bucked one owner glance below. Finger jab: "Look! Bull hard from udder show! Crave milk sip? Fresh virgin meat. Cock tomato-red! Ha-ha!"
Cody crimson to blond roots. Cock shame-jerked harder. No wilt. Stood rigid. Veined neat. Hated body treason.
Jax suffered real meanwhile. Scrawn burned inside—ribs jutted. Legs long-skinny. Not like meatier slaves near. Those built thick. Tasty buyer bait. Full sacks. Fat cocks. *Fuck why ribs skeleton-sharp? Thick boys meat-ripe everywhere? Me to scrap. Week—bullet. Why my horse-cock sole shot? Cody sees me sneak-jerk. Like cum-rag whore? Hate self, fuck. Jax, you lust-trash. Horse-shaft shame before him…* Thoughts storm. Fear squeezed balls. Sneak-hand reached. Gripped monster—huge veined trunk. Slow secret strokes. Head bulged foreskin. Pre-glint sun.
Overseer clocked instant. Same red brute. Whip belt. "Body ain't yours, dog! Stand still. Wait buyer command, whore!" Whip thigh-cracked bell-ringing. Then balls—sharp. Pain white-fire exploded. Echoed shaft.
Overseer froze. Owners neared. Shoulders slumped. Whip dropped. Will gone approach. Jax yowled soft. Buckled blink. But inside… hot sweet maso-spark. Unseen: *Fuck rises pain? Hate whip. Slave-overseers. But why fever throws from lash? Want yield owner painless. Perfect hole. Cody sees me leak strikes—thinks me broken maso pup. Lust horse-cock whelp.* Pain pulsed heart-beat. Monster lunged up harder. Head gleamed fresh lube. Sack shriveled tight knot. Calves cramped. Thighs bucked forward. Begged more hated-craved strike. Jax side-eyed neighbor: slave whipped back. Blood crimson. Hoarse moans. Erection locked full. Horse-slave cock rigid. Leaking. Balls swung heavy low.
Heavy shamed pride—their win over his will—Jax locked hands head-back. Thrust cock forward. Shoulders pulled. Scrawny boy chest forward. Ass clenched. Hole tight. Felt ass looked better so. *Their victory over me. Arms head-hold kills. Means submitted. Body merch. But live. Yield owner total. Good slave. Just Cody no-see me lust-posed. Torqued cock out. He's built. I'm lust hole.* Pose strange calm. Muscles burned. Gooseflesh raced. Stood stone.
Owners below grinned: "Lust whelp! Horse-cock breeds. Cum-dump fillers."
Jax thighs fine-tremble. Legs buckled spasm. Body craved hell. Soul screamed inside: *Not their whore. But must…*
Buyer strode: forty woman. Cowboy hat. Pricey boots. "Hey stud, edge for inspection!" Overseer nudged Jax rim. Dropped knees—kneel thighs-hands. Head bowed. Cock swayed heavy.
Woman snatched collar. Yanked. Gloved fingers sacked. Yanked down sharp—pain lanced. Cock bucked up more. "Big breeder stud out this. Show hole, boar."
Jax spun. Chest-dropped filthy boards. All fours. Skinny firm cheeks spread hands. Virgin pink hole clenched.
Woman jammed finger. Brutal slide. Wet suck stretch virgin ring. Inside muscles slurped shift. Musk whiff nose-punched. Jax balls crack-tightened. Cock thigh-smacked.
"Scrawny mutt! Finger-fucked bitch-bull leaks. You wilt virgin-scrap. You're low. Fuck-beast. Got it, bull?" Cock-slap.
Jax gasped. Shame tsunami: *Merch. She roots me like filth-hole. Stranger hand inside. All watch. Overseer smirks. Cody too… body not mine. Cody sees hole gaped. Thinks me ready whore. Came together. Now I dog-bitch first.* Cock deflated instant. Fear-shame crushed lust. Shaft dangled limp.
Woman yanked finger suck-pop. Wiped thigh casual. Sashayed off. Jax rose knees under slave stares. Cody's eyes. Tears scorched: *Not ready… can't true-slave. Cock disobeys. Want soul-cock owned. Total yield. But flops. Live, fuck. What kid fuck-up am I? Cody saw all. My weak. Cock wilt finger-hole…* Jax entered proud-stiff. Emerged crushed. Limp cock. Burning tears.
Cody cornered next. Sleek brunette. Ice eyes. Perfume wake sweet. "This stud—inspection." Overseer herded off block. To her.
Cody stood exposed. Feet shoulder-wide. Hands back-locked. Back rod. Cock half-from neighbor tits. Woman gripped shaft—big young. Uncut. Fist crushed tight. Jerked brutal up-down rhythm. Head slurp-lubed. Skin stretched: "Good bull size. Virgin? Rises quick. Clean pink head."
Cody groaned teeth-clench. Lust mixed rage despair: *Bitch jerks me toy. Stranger fist my cock. Army no-grope like. Soldier not cock-sucker. Hate her. Owners. Cock columns any owner poke. Jax sees me tugged. Thinks me lust-whore. Before him. Both virgins. Groped public. Good he turns. Or not?* Cock full-staffed. 8-inch (20 cm) steel rod. Balls tight-tucked.
Fingers jammed mouth.
"Teeth solid. Eats good."
Tongue mashed.
"Hauls loads."
Nipples crushed crack.
"Sensitive nips. Milk easy, bitch." Cheek-pat.
Cody pupils blew heat-chest. Tears stung. Gut knotted cramp—pain fire-burned. Shame choked: *Not cow. Not milked. Built man. Twists nips udder-style. All see.*
"Doggy, bull! Hole show. Bitches."
Cody spun meek. All fours. Head low. Spread cheeks shaky hands—neat virgin pink hole. Puckered fear-wind. Woman rammed two fingers sudden—no warn. No lube. Stretched brutal. Pain exploded gut-knife. Virgin ring crunched wide. Shock spine-zapped. Balls muffled slurp. Body quaked pose. Air thickened his own virgin ass-musk first public. Mixed glove leather. Wrist perfume faint. Jax watched—Cody felt gaze on gaped hole: *You watch me ripped? Why no-turn, bitch?* Cody growled low. Held scream: *Aaa! Fuck hurts, bitch! Hate!* Fists board-clenched: *Army took beatings. Hazing. But ass-invade? Fuck, soul better. Stretch whore-wide. Not hole. Jax sees gaped fingers. Thinks I cracked first. Fuck before him. Came proud boys. Now doggy!* Near bolted—muscles tensed—but flashed blood-slave. Fresh scars. Ball-whips. Moans. Held. Shame burned hotter pain.
Woman yanked fingers slurp. Wiped thigh casual: "Too wild fresh. Break months. Not me." Strutted off. Left Cody platform-shake. Hole throbbed fire-void. Stretched. Cock wilted worm. Balls ached. Jax crept close unseen. Whisper faint: "Hold, bro…"
Owner crowd milled thick. Market hummed louder. They stood on. Bodies bared. Sweat-wet water. Waiting—break. Sale. Fresh pain.
Cody shook. Hole void-throbbed pain. Cock dangled worm-shame. Army boy sank: soldier pride shed. Emptied by ass-finger ghost.
Far: thirty man flashed. Built. Calm. Roman Wolfe. Gaze skimmed block. Lingered Cody beat. Something stabbed slave chest—strength. Shield. First today. Cody lifted eyes. Met gray steel-pierce. Dropped instant floor-gaze. Whole body quaked—spine. Arms. Legs. Cock leaked pre. Tears scorched. *Fuck why gaze leaks me? Want owned by that… Master?*
