A gay sex story: Slave Auction
A sharp beeping sound ripped through Jake’s skull, and jolted him awake. The 19 year old college basketball jock felt like death. His head throbbed and his muscle ached. He tried to rise, but was surprised to find his hands bound to the headboard of an unfamiliar bed. Panic jolted him awake. Where was he? What was going on?
“Morning sunshine” a gruff voice said from the dark.
“Where am I, and who the fuck are you?” Jake asked, attempted to sound strong, despite fear enveloping his body.
“You can call me Master – at least for now. I represent the bookies you have been avoiding the last couple of weeks. Either you give me 25k here and now, or i will find others ways to make up the shortfall”.
Jake’s heart seemed to stop. He had been betting on NCAA basketball games, thinking he had an advantage as a player. Some advantage, he lost almost every single bet. He didn’t have 25 grand. Hell he barely had $100 in his bank account. The 6’5″, blonde adonis pulled at his restraints, but it was useless. Not only were his hands cuffed to the bed, but so were his ankles. He could barely move. Lying there, in just a light blue pair of boxer briefs he had never felt so vulnerable. “I don’t have the money, i need more time. Please, i will do whatever it takes to pay it back”.
“No chance kid. You lied about your finances to get a line of credit you can’t back up. You said your family was wealthy, but we checked. Your parents died last year. No insurance, and virtually no equity. If not for your athletic scholarship, you would be waiting tables or working construction. We aren’t in the business of getting screwed. So now you will pay.’
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Kid we are going to do whatever we want, and whatever it takes to get back our investment. Fortunately for us, tall, blond haired, blue eyed studs have value in certain markets.”
With that the gruff man in the dark turned and opened a door. A stream of light entered, highlighting the sparse nature of the tiny room. With little more that a single bed and a tiny table, the room was little more than a prison cell. Two men walked in, carrying a bucket and some towels. Without a word they began to bath Jake, with Luke warm water and soap. One man pulled out a pair of scissor and cut Jakes boxer briefs off, leaving him completely naked and exposed.
After the bathing was done, on of the men – a 20 ish year old, wearing shorts and a simple t shirt, told Jake to stay very still as they were about to remove all hair south of his chin. The other man, also in his 20s, and casually dressed, clamped down on Jakes thighs, while the first man produced a razor and shaving cream from the bucket.
Jake struggled a bit, at the start of the shaving, but soon stopped. He could barely move. The only thing his struggling might do is result in a razor cutting parts of him he valued dearly.
The hair removal process was fairly swift, with the young boy being naturally smooth, and well trimmed where he did have hair. After that, the two young men violated Jake’s neither regions for the first time, with a douching bottle – cleaning out his butthole, and making very clear to the whimpering boy what his future held.
After his grooming was complete all 3 men left, but on of the younger ones soon returned with water, some yogurt and what appeared to be pita bread. Feeding it to the now hairless man child, between tears. After his light lunch, Jake cried himself back to sleep – scared beyond words at what was next for him.
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He wasn’t sure how long he slept, with little to no light in his tiny cell it was nearly impossible to keep track of time passage. The two younger men were back, telling him it was time to get ready for his preview. Preview – what the fuck is that, he wondered. The men brushed his blonde hair, adding so product to make it hold. They uncuffed Jake, warning him that armed guards were on the other side of the door, and any attempt at escape would only result in bodily harm. One of the men grabbed Jake’s penis and aggressively slipped a cock ring on, before handing him the smallest imaginable white G string and telling him to get dressed.
Once ‘dressed’, Jake was blindfolded, and his hands were bound behind his back. He was lead through the door, and down a corridor. The cold marble floor pressing against Jake’s feet made him shiver. His stomach was in knots, and tears sat at the corner of both his covered eyes. The poor young man being marched to his new future, awash in regret and fear.
After walking through several doors, Jake was lead into a warm room that somehow felt larger. He could hear the muffled tones of other voices, was there others like him? What was going on.
He was lead up to a platform, where his ankles were restrained to the floor. His hands were briefly uncuffed, before being lifted above his head, and shackled in place again. His lone cover, a skimpy G string was ripped from his body, leaving him naked, hairless, stretched and blindfolded.
After a few minutes the sound of a larger door opening was followed by the murmur of a crowd. The room seemed to be filling up, and hushed conversation and light laughter filled the air. Jake was surprised when a cold hand caressed his naked chest, travelling down his sides, and across his bare butt. The hand pulled back and lightly slapped the boy. A body drew close to Jake’s ear, he could feel a warm breath on his cheek, and then a man’s voice softly said “oh you would make a fine slave. I could spend many a day enjoying that ass, and fucking your sweet mouth”. Dear christ, what had he gotten himself into.
Over the next several minutes several more men took turns caressing various parts of Jake’s body, including his hairless balls and cock. The stroking had started to bring the boys privates to life, rising slowly – far from fully erect, but not completely flaccid either. Jake was a big boy, in all departments. His cock was a good 5 inches soft, and closer to 8 when fully hard. It seemed the room approved of his equipment – something he used to be very proud of, but now wasn’t so sure.
A voice called for attention. “Gentlemen the auction will start in 5 minutes. Remember, all winning bids need to be settled within the hour, and before you take custody of your slaves. The colour of the blindfolds Indicate the terms of your ownership. A white blindfold grants you ownership for the week, with no penetration allowed. Green is one month, also no penetration. Orange is a month, penetration but no permanent marking allowed. Blue is one year, no marking. And Purple means you own the slave for life – you can do with him as you please. If you could all start to make your way to the bidding room, we will bring in the first boy shortly”.
Jake’s heart stopped. He had no idea what colour his blindfold was. Was he about to become some freaks boy toy for a week, a month, or life? What he wouldn’t do to have his mom still around, ready to fix his every fuck up.
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.