Chapter 7
The slavemaster came down to the quarters while the boys were being readied for the auction. He smiled as he examined his merchandise.
"Oh, this should be a good sale," he said.
"How many bidders will be here, sir?" asked Klaus.
"Twenty-five have definitely accepted. Three, Nineteen and Thirty-six have cabled acknowledgments. A few more hope to make it. The high spenders will be out in force."
"The more the better, sir," said Gregor. "Yes," agreed the master. "I like competition for my boys."
"Perhaps there will be a new record, sir," said Michael.
"Oh, no -- I doubt that." He sighed. "We'll never see the price those triplets brought three years ago -- one hundred thousand dollars!" He glanced at Davey, moved closer to stroke the boy lovingly, grasping his cock and squeezing it gently. "Although I wish that Arab Prince could see you, boy. He'd carry you back to the desert!"
Davey blanched, and hid a shiver. He had never considered that his new owner might be from another country! It would be far more difficult to escape in a strange land, among people speaking strange languages.
The thought of escape had been in his mind from the moment his father brought him here and Davey understood that he had been sold. Most of the time he didn't let himself dwell on the thought, pushing the idea away when it insisted that he listen to wild schemes. But there were moments when he was alone, when he was waiting for sleep to capture his exhausted and tortured frame, that he could think of nothing else.
The master squeezed his cock again, hard instantly upon being touched. His body had learned to respond to all physical stimulation as well as to voice command. Then the man left, leaving the boys to be served a sumptuous lunch during which they were waited upon by the instructors, rather than the other way around as usual. Davey wondered if there were a staff of servants elsewhere in the house. None of the boys had been out of the slave quarters from the moment of their first arrival.
There was more than he could eat, the instructors urging them to take more. At last Michael announced that they could rest for the next few hours, Davey rolled onto the nearest bed, ignoring the smell of old cum staining the sheets. His eyes closed, didn't open even when Andrew moved in close to him, snuggled into his arms.
"On your feet, children!" Klaus called, slapping asses and joking as he woke the sleepers.
They were lined against the wall for a last-minute check, a few sent to brush their teeth again, Gregor and Michael armed with hairbrushes to repair the damages of the rest period. All three instructors went along the line, squeezing cocks that obediently leaped to hardness, satisfying themselves that the boys would not let them down when the customers sampled the merchandise.
Klaus and Michael left them, then, leaving Gregor to roam among them. He paused to squeeze one by the shoulder, brushed his lips against Andrew's cheek. Then he came to Davey.
"Little one, I envy you."
He said it softly, so that not even the nearest boy heard. Davey stares at him, but before, he could put any meaning to the strange words, Klaus and Michael were back. The three ushered the boys from the training room for the first time since their arrival -- not telling them that it was the last time they would see it.
The house was bigger than Davey had imagined. They seemed to follow Klaus forever. He passed the office where his father had accepted payment for his son, and went on deeper into the mansion. A large dining room was ghostly with its linen-covered table and crystal and china waiting for someone to use them. Then they were taken upstairs, to the second floor, and led onto a curtained stage at one end of a ballroom.
The boys hesitated, peering through the gloom. Then Davey recognized the dozen posts lined across the stage. It was no surprise when the instructors seized the boys nearest and forced them against the posts, binding their hands behind the wood. None resisted, the lessons learned below had been printed firmly on their minds.
The lights dimmed further and went out. Suddenly Davey heard the slavemaster speaking on the other side of the curtain.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I thank you for coming. I promise you that you will not regret sparing this moment, even if you are not fortunate enough to win one of the lots to be offered tonight. As is usual, we will now have a period for you to examine the offerings."
The curtain opened, spotlights springing to life and centering on each boy. Davey was blinded before he could see into the audience. He could feel the heat of the light on his face, and then the slavemaster was standing before him, turning his head.
"The prize of the evening, gentlemen, but they are all prizes! Yet note this beauty, this soft cheek. I ask you, have you ever seen so beautiful a boy?"
There was enthusiastic applause, and then the spots mercifully died, the stage lights coming up. A moment later the first of the bidders were moving among the boys, pausing to handle the merchandise.
"Oh!"
Davey blinked color spots from his vision as he felt fingers lifting his balls and running along his cock. The smell of whisky was strong in his face, and now he saw the aged and cracked face breathing it at him.
"Are you a good cocksucker, boy?" The voice was hoarse.
"Yes sir," he replied, properly. "I'm a very good cocksucker, sir."
"Can you handle twelve inches?"
"I will do my very best, sir."
He tried to hide a shudder at the thought, and the man laughed, then moved along. Someone else was there, someone who smelled of sweet perfumes and thick powder. A grossly overweight body moved close enough to touch him, pressing him back against the post and then pouting lips crushed against his mouth, a thick tongue working its way into him.
"You are beautiful," whispered a soft voice. "If I win you, will you love me?"
Davey tried to hide his disgust as too-soft fingers moved across his cheeks, but he could not keep his cock from jumping at the stimulus of the sexually-intended kiss. "Sir, I will worship my master!"
The slavemaster was standing behind the disgusting man. He smiled as Davey forced the proper response, and moved along, to where a black man was running his fingertips beneath the shaft of Howard's ten-inch cock.
"You're a big, boy," said the man, admiring.
"Ten inches, sir," said Howard, proudly. He was bigger than any of the instructors.
"Is that a fact?" The black man worked his foreskin back over the glans, then squeezed Howard's balls. "Almost a man, aren't you?"
"Sir? I'm eighteen, sir."
"I meant your cock, boy. You belong to me, you'll find out what a real cock is like."
He ripped open his zipper, let his cock fall out. The boy looked down and his eyes widened. Soft, the thick black tube was bigger than his erection.
The black man chuckled. "You like my pecker, boy?"
"Oh, yes sir!"
"You like to be fucked?"
"Yes sir!"
"Think you can gobble all of my meat?"
"I don't know, sir! I can try!"
"Oh, you'll do better than that, boy! You'll learn to take it, even if it team you open!"
He patted Howard's cheek, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down Howard's shaft, chuckling again as the blood drained from the boy's face. The cock was growing, hardening, stood as thick as the boy's wrist and stretching almost to eighteen inches.
"I like you, boy," the black said. "I like fucking white boys and sticking my dick down their throat."
He rubbed his cock appreciatively again, then slipped it within his pants and moved on. Howard turned to watch him, even when another was standing before him, feeling his heavy balls. He missed the newcomer's question.
"Sir? I'm sorry, sir."
A few posts away Andrew jumped as three fingers were shoved into his asshole. The boy's face screwed up, tears nearly ready to break loose, the man in front of him smiling appreciatively.
"I like little boys," he said, licking his lips. "So pretty with no hair. Can you come, boy?"
"No sir. Not yet -- oh!"
He yelped as his balls were fingered rudely, twisted together. The man tugged on them.
"We take these silly little things away and you'll never have to come, little one. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"If my master wants, sir."
"Oh, I'll want, boy. You can count on that."
The little fellow closed his eyes as the man moved on, returning to his seat in the audience without checking any of the others. A tear rolled down Andrew's cheek.
"Gentlemen!"
The slavemaster clapped his hands, and the audience began to return to their seats. He waited until the last was seated, smiling.
"Before we get to the serious moment of the evening, Klaus, Gregor and Michael have prepared a little entertainment for you."
Klaus stepped from the wings, twisting. Davey saw that he was naked now, Gregor and Michael also having discarded their loin cloths when they came out a few seconds later.
"Gentlemen, first Howard, Philip, Timothy -- and Andrew!"
Gregor and Michael were releasing the boys from their posts. It was the act Davey had seen the night he had arrived. Howard's hard cock was compared to the dildoes by Klaus, an appreciative murmur coming from the audience. Then the other three were led out to assume the position, ranked sideways so that the watchers could see clearly when the cocks entered their assholes. The lubrication was applied by the instructors as Howard took his position. And then Andrew's scream rang through the ballroom.
"Oh, yes! Yessssssss!"
The cry came from the audience, and the boy sobbed as Howard's cock bottomed out in his asshole. He recognized it as the man who wanted to cut off his balls.
There was a burst of applause as Howard jammed the dildoes as far in as he could, then yanked his own cock out to spew his load over Andrew's ass. Then Klaus was leading the boys offstage to repair the damages while Gregor and Michael selected the next act.
It was James, paired with Edward. The youngster eagerly shoved his cock into Edward's face when the boy was stretched out on a rack, and then the little one's wrists and ankles were tied, the ropes holding him tightened until only his cock touched the boy beneath him. At Michael's gentle urging the boy sucked in his gut and stretched until he could touch the tip of Edward's cock with his tongue, but the instructor had to help before he could take it in. Then Michael passed his hand between their bodies to show that the only points of contact were cock and lips.
The boys came quickly, James lifting up his cock and his head to shoot his load over Edward's face and accepting the other's cum in his own features. While they were being released Karl was hoisted into the air by his ankles and masturbated by William. William then joined Franklin and Preston across a gym horse, the three tied by both ankles and wrists and fucked thoroughly by the instructors, Franklin and Preston taking Klaus and Gregor in the ass while William sucked Michael. Then the three changed sides to finish the job in the other opening.
Then Gregor was releasing Davey, leading him away from the post while Klaus released Jeffrey.
"Perform well for me, little one," said Gregor, softly. "Make me proud!"
Davey's cock was hard. To his surprise, he wanted to do as Gregor asked. Why should he perform well? What could it earn him, except additional mistreatment?
Then Gregor's hand brushed across his ass, and the boy sighed. "I will, Gregor. For you."
It was the first time he had dared call the instructor by his name, but Gregor only smiled as he brought the ropes down to fasten about Davey's wrists. Davey had known that it was going to be the stretchers, but he submitted, accepting the straps about his ankles, trying not to gasp when the first jerk raised him into the air. He looked to the right, at the audience, his eyes defiant.
Then Jeffrey was being hoisted against him, the straps fastened tight to hold them together. The other's hands were tied to Davey's ass rather than hanging free, and then Gregor adjusted their cocks into their mouths, and Davey began to suck on Jeffrey's cock with all his strength, humping against the other boy's face. They wanted a show? He would oblige them!
Jeffrey's cock lay across his tongue, a slight natural curve fitting Davey's mouth perfectly.
Davey touched his teeth lightly, felt Jeffrey squirm in anticipation. The other boy humped his ass, trying to force more of his meat into Davey's throat and at the same time sucking with all of his strength. Both cocks were buried to the balls.
Jeffrey's pubic hair scratchy against Davey's lips. The upside-down boy's balls fell against Davey's nose, making it difficult to breathe but velvet-soft in their touch.
He swallowed, and Jeffrey quivered against him, the boy's stomach muscles jumping in anticipation. Davey hollowed his cheeks, working against Jeffrey's prick with all the suction he could force with his lungs, the boy-cock swelling larger than ever. He could feel the blood pounding through the boy's veins, feel a delicious shiver in his own twitching asshole as he sucked with all his might.
Davey threw his ass against Jeffrey's face, making the boy bounce, making their pretty package of tied teenagers shake in the ropes holding him. Davey's fingers worked as he threw his ass against Jeffrey again, the other boy accepting everything he could give, his tongue caressing the top of Davey's cock and sending a delicious shiver through him again. The blood in his veins was heated almost to boiling. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and in the small of his back as he arched against the boy bound to him, trying to fuck Jeffrey, glad that their heads at least were free to give them room to move back and forth.
His ass was pounding, Jeffrey's head jumping back and forth, Davey feeling pain as his balls banged against the other's chin. They were helping each other, accepting the twitching cocks, making the fucking motions for each other as their heads moved faster and faster, riding out until just the tip of the glans was trapped between their teeth and plunging back down again in bare time to prevent the escape of the delicious cock-stick. Davey loved cock, he had always loved cock. He wanted to suck Jeffrey, suck Gregor, suck all of the other boys and Klaus and Michael as well, no matter what the instructors did to him. He loved them, loved them all, loved the feel of their cocks driving into his asshole.
He wanted to cry out, but the cock in his mouth prevented sound from escaping. His balls were boiling, churning, his testes and prostate generating the fluid of life, both organs developed during these past weeks of sexual training to extra efficient spillers of male seed. Jeffrey was pounding his groin against Davey's face each time that Davey sucked against him, the bound boy's teeth rasping against the flesh of Davey's cock. He could taste Jeffrey, smell him, feel him, and it was wonderful! It was great!
He was coming! Coming!
His balls boiled over, shot the bullets of boy-juice deep into Jeffrey's throat. The boy gasped and twisted away so that the second blast splattered against his features, shot up against his neck to spill down, dripping thick and heavy around his ears, coating him. An instant later Davey felt the sudden expansion in Jeffrey's prick that meant the boy was blowing, and he yanked back to take all of his cum against his chin, against his neck, against his chest as the prick slammed toward the boy's belly in its natural angle. They pumped together, coating each other thoroughly, sagging in their bonds.
And applause broke out, spreading quickly through the audience. The spotlight stayed on the boys for a minute until their cocks finally stopped quivering, then died suddenly, but Davey could hear the murmurs of hearty appreciation from the men out there in the darkness. He smiled as Gregor came to help him down, the instructor massaging Davey's muscles as he helped the boy into the room offstage and helped him clean up.
And then they were all back on the stage, tied to their posts again, the slavemaster stepping to the front.
"Thank you, gentlemen." He smiled. "I think I can say that the lucky bidders will be more than satisfied with their purchases, no matter which. So let us start, with lot number one -- James!"
"Five thousand!"
"Come, gentlemen! There isn't a boy here not worth double the minimum bid! You can do better than that!"
"Eight thousand!"
"Ten!"
"Eleven!"
"That's better, gentlemen. But let's not stop now. Who will give me eighteen?"
"Eighteen!"
Davey couldn't see the bidders, although he thought he recognized a few of the voices as those who had felt him, questioned him. James brought twenty-one thousand dollars, and was released by Gregor and led into the audience. The winning bidder left immediately with his prize, stilling the hope in a few of the breasts that friendships formed during these weeks in the slave quarters might not be broken.
James' price was highest as the bidders worked through the ranks of the boys, until at last only Howard, Andrew and Davey were left. The slavemaster signaled for the spot to touch the oldest boy, lifting his cock which immediately became obediently hard.
"Ten inches!" he said, marveling. "And the boy is only eighteen! Will he grow some more?"
"Not if I cut his cock off!" cried a voice from the audience. A ripple of laughter passed as the bound boy blanched, and the slavemaster chuckled.
"That would be a shame -- but of course, if you win the boy, you can do whatever pleases you. Can I hear eighteen as an opener?"
"Twenty-five!"
It was the black. The amount stunned the others, and no one offered competition. A moment later Howard was given to the man, the boy's face white as he thought of the terrible cock in the man's pants. Then his owner snapped a ring around his cock, twisting it, and led him away by the chain fastened to it.
"Lot number eleven -- Andrew! Ten years old, and a beauty among beauties! Who'll give me twenty-five?"
"Ten!"
"Eighteen!"
"Eighteen!"
"Twenty-five!"
The price was enough. Andrew broke into tears as he was taken to the man who wanted to cut off his balls. His owner smiled and reached to twist the boy's testicles painfully.
"By tomorrow night, little one, they'll be gone!"
And then it was Davey's turn. The slavemaster placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, but said nothing for nearly a minute. Then he sighed.
"Gentlemen, in the years I have been in business I have sold more than eight hundred boys, of all sizes, shapes, colors -- twins, even triplets. Of them all, it is my firm belief that this boy is the single most beautiful child I have ever seen. Many of you were at the sale where the triplets brought one hundred thousand dollars. For David, I want an opening bid of forty thousand!"
There was a gasp from someone, and then a hush as the buyers stared at one another.
"Come, gentlemen! This is not a sex-toy -- this is a work of art! Owning this boy will be an experience you can treasure for the rest of your lives!"
"Forty thousand."
Davey tiled to peer through the spotlight, but couldn't make out the bidder. He saw the slavemaster smile and then another bid shot out.
"Forty-two!"
"Forty-five!" cried the first.
"Fifty thousand dollars!"
Silence again, the slavemaster waiting for the psychological instant. Then, "I have fifty. Will anyone make it fifty-five? Fifty once, fifty twice, last call at fifty thousand dollars, gentlemen -- sold, to Number Twenty-eight!"