Carl And Kevin Are Milked

And so the moment of the auction arrived and Carl could feel his heart beating in his chest, though he didn't really know why. The humiliations of being fondled by everyone -- including his schoolmate and a man he half recognised -- were already behind him so why the idea of being sold off would be worse than... Actually, it did make sense. Also, what if no one bid for him?

Carl and Kevin had been taken from the stage, naked and erect, to sit on the plastic chairs downstairs while the stage was set for the auction. The backstage woman who had groped them so shamelessly before came over clearly enjoying the sight of two beautiful teenagers sitting now with erect penises in what she considered to be 'her area'.

'Now, just look at you,' she said with a leer as she walked towards them. Kevin and Carl looked at each other, wondering if the other knew what to do. There was no reason they couldn't tell her to leave them alone but they didn't want to create any sort of scene and, besides, the humiliations of being the dinner entertainment, had taken the fight out of them. Also, there was something about this sort of attention that made them both feel... seen. So they smiled shyly at her.

'What a lovely sight!' and she reached forward, her fat belly crumpling up as she leant, and took an erect penis in each hand. 'Mmmm, delicious,' she purred, giving both cocks a rub and looking from one to the other and back again. Carl thought she was actually going to bend down and put her mouth on their cocks but before she could, he heard an order being barked at her from behind.

'Erm, I think I told you to put the stools on the stage, didn't I?' It was the hostess walking towards them, her heels clicking on the concrete floor, her face wrinkled in displeasure at the woman groping what she clearly considered to be her property, even though they had now been groped now by pretty much everyone in the room: everyone had felt their cocks, felt their arses, their balls... had even had photographs taken with the naked boys.

The backstage woman scuttled off while the hostess bent down, her knees together, so her face was around waist level on Carl and Kevin. 'Now, boys...' she said. Carl had mixed feelings about being called 'boy'. He felt like a young man and the word 'boy' somehow made him feel less. The effect on his penis, however, was to make it even harder.

'I'm not going to warn you what's coming out there,' she said with a smirk, 'but I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Just do as you're told and everyone will be happy. Is that understood?'

'Yes, Miss,' they said, almost in unison.

Then she leant forward and planted a kiss on the head of Kevin's penis, then bobbed over to Carl's to do the same. 'You boys are just so...' She couldn't think of what to say. 'Fuckable.' The word sounded shocking. Especially coming from this woman who clearly thought she was professional and sophisticated. Carl looked at Kevin. From the expression on his face, he felt exactly the same.

'Anyway, just wait a couple more minutes and we'll bring you up again, this time together. Any questions before we get on with it?'

Carl had questions racing through his mind but just shook his head and mumbled, 'No, Miss...'

She trotted back up the stairs and they could both hear her on the microphone thanking the audience for getting hands-on with 'our beautiful boys' and telling them that there was a treat in store for them. Then the backstage woman appeared holding two stools, which she began to lumber up the stairs as the hostess could be heard saying, 'I'm looking for two volunteers. The only stipulation is that the volunteers have to be in a group actually bidding in the auction...' Hands were clearly going up as Kevin and Carl could hear the woman theatrically deliberating as to who she was going to choose.

And then they heard her say, asking for a drumroll on the tables, 'And now let's get our boys back on stage...' Kevin and Carl stood up and, looking at each other and giving little nods of encouragement, started up the stairs, their penises now, thankfully, slightly deflated. Kevin went first with Carl right behind him, both stepping out onto the brightly lit stage, blinking a little at the dazzle, and heading over to the hostess who was standing in front of the room of spectators.

'Oh, look,' she said, with a laugh, 'I think the boys have lost some of their... enthusiasm!' And she took both softened penises in her hand and made a grimace at the audience. The feel of her hand on their cocks obviously made them start to swell again... 'but don't worry ladies. And gentlemen. We have something that is bound to get these two back on top form.'

And she turned around and presented the two stools. Kevin and Carl turned round to look at them as well, giving the audience the chance to appraise their strong backs, their buttocks and glimpse their testicles showing between their legs. They looked at each other, wondering what these strange-looking stools were for.

'In case you're wondering,' said the hostess into her microphone, almost as if she were reading Carl's mind, 'these are what are known as milking stools...' A couple of wolf whistles came from the audience. 'And if there's anyone who is not familiar with the concept of milking, well, it basically means extracting the "milk"...' and she used her fingers to denote the commas, 'from young men such as Carl and Kevin here. Some of you have been lucky enough to witness Carl being milked at the demonstration but here tonight we are going to see both these beautiful young men give up their milk right before our eyes...'

A cheer went up as the hostess took Carl and Kevin by the penis and led them each to a stool. Kevin went to sit down on his but the hostess just laughed, looked at the audience and said, 'Not so fast. You actually need to turn around and face the back of the room...' Which they did. Then, bringing the stools so they were in front of them, she explained that she wanted them to sit down, facing away from the audience, right at the very back of the stool. They did so. 'No raise up a little...' she said to Carl. He put his feet on some supports on the stool and rose out of his seat. He felt her hand come between his legs, take his penis and his balls and draw them backwards so he was sitting on the stall with his thighs but not his arse, which was stretched wide while his semi-erect penis was over the back edge of the stool.

For the audience, this gave them a view not only of Carl's penis and balls from underneath but of his buttocks stretched way apart, the pink flower of his anus displayed to the entire room. Kevin looked over and sat on his stool in the same way, his penis and balls down, his buttocks stretched open.

'What a lovely sight, am I right, ladies?' said the hostess theatrically, presenting the two young men displayed -- splayed and displayed -- in front of her. There was a round of applause. 'And now for my two volunteers...'

As they were facing away from the audience, Carl and Kevin couldn't see who these volunteers were but as they came up onto the stage the hostess introduced them to the audience and then, asked them to go and introduce themselves to their boy... Kevin looked up to see the plump, blonde-haired woman in the backless dress who had been the first to come up on stage. 'Hello,' she said, almost shyly. 'Erm, hello,' replied Kevin.

And then suddenly in front of Carl was the dumpy girl from his class, the one who had a crush on him. 'Hello Carl,' she said, almost too shy to look at him.

'Hi,' said Carl, not remembering her name.

'It's Helen,' she said, actually reaching out to touch his chest as she said it. For her this was all her most erotic dreams come true. The boy she gazed at endlessly in class, a boy so beautiful she had no chance of ever attracting his attention, was here, naked, in front of her and all she had to do was reach out to touch him. And he couldn't even refuse.

'Now ladies, if you'd like to take your places...' There were two smaller stalls positioned behind the boys and, once Helen and the plump blonde lady, who turned out to be called Lily, were seated, they had the full display of these splayed young men right at eye level and were so close Carl and Kevin could feel their breath on their balls and their stretched holes.

The hostess then went into a speech about how the two volunteers -- 'Lovely Helen and Lily...' -- would be milking the boys while the actual auction was going on so that bidders could appreciate what they were buying. 'So, ladies, are we ready?' Helen and Lily nodded their heads.

'Before we actually start the milking, I think you should both introduce your hands to your boys' balls... I hope they're warm...' And she gave a fake little laugh. Carl felt Helen's hand touch his balls, explore them, explore the hardness that was developing in his perineum. Kevin was experiencing the same as Lily's soft hand explored him while she turned and grinned at her friends in the crowd.

'And now if you'd like to take your young man in hand, the bidding can begin.' Helen's hand encircled Carl's girth and gave a little squeeze. 'That doesn't hurt, does it?' she whispered. Carl would rather she didn't speak to him but just said, 'It's fine.' And just then he heard, 'I bid £500 for Carl...'

'Thanks, Mum,' Carl heard Helen mutter to herself.

'And £500 for Kevin,' came another voice.

'£1,000 straight away for our lovely young men,' said the hostess. 'Do I hear a bid of £600... And ladies, don't forget to keep milking. The bidders need to see what these boys are made of...' And at that moment, as if on cue, the screen lit up with close-ups of Carl and Kevin from behind, leaning forward in their stools, their penises, balls and anuses on full display. The young men looked up, then looked at each other. It was shaming but at the same time exciting to be able to watch themselves -- and each other -- being milked by, in Carl's case, a dumpy girl from his class and, in Kevin's, a plump woman old enough to be his mother if not his grandmother.

'Beautiful,' cooed the hostess. 'If you need any lubrication, the boys seem to be leaking quite a lot, so use that precum. Or we have Vaseline just by your stools.'

Helen collected some precum from the opening in Carl's penis -- you could see her hand gather it on the screen -- and rubbed it over the head and along the shaft as Carl began to moan lightly, his buttocks and anus clenching with her strokes. Lily, meanwhile, coated her fingers in the Vaseline and brought them to the head of Kevin's cock, making him squirm in his stool. Both boys -- maybe from the lights, maybe from the heat of the room, maybe from the heat of the situation -- were covered in sweat, their backs glistening.

And both of them were starting to squirm and throw their heads back as the strokes along their beautiful cocks became more confident, with bidding going on all the while, the audience looking from the screens to the actual young men being milked in front of them as the price went higher and higher. Then Carl felt Helen's other hand start to caress his balls, his perineum and then his anus, circling it with lubrication either from Carl himself or from the tin of Vaseline. He tried to restrain himself, but he gave out a moan that was deep and loud enough for the people in the room to hear.

'Someone is enjoying himself,' said the hostess, while taking another bid, then another. 'Yes, me,' thought Helen to herself, her hands on the penis and the testicles and the anus of the boy she was obsessed with. Meanwhile, Kevin was almost thrashing as Lily's more experienced hand glided the length of his thick penis while the other explored his hole, opening it slightly with a painted fingernail so the big screen in front of them showed an actual twitching of the anus, to Kevin's mortification.

'That's right, Lily,' said the hostess, 'let's see if Kevin is as beautiful inside as he is outside. Let's see that pink...' Lily pulled open Kevin's pink little hole with her thumb and forefinger, not letting up on the milking for a second.

'I will be taking the last bid as each boy cums,' said the hostess, looking between the screen, Carl and Kevin and the audience. 'So, make sure you keep bidding because you wouldn't want to miss out on having one of these beautiful specimens to do with whatever you want... within certain limits, obviously...' and she gave a little laugh.

The strokes of the two milkers became more urgent as did the bidding, both boys unable to keep their eyes off the screen that was showing these women bringing them to climax. Then the backstage woman appeared at the top of the stairs, making out she didn't want to be seen. She came towards them, with a filthy smile for both Kevin and Carl, and placed small glass bowls underneath their stools, clearly to catch the sperm they were about to release.

The audience couldn't help but notice both boys' anuses were clenching and twitching ahead of their orgasms, especially when the hostess pointed it out with, 'Come on ladies, I think we're nearly there, keep those bids coming.'

'Come on, Mum,' Carl heard Helen mutter as she stared at the veiny penis in her hand and massaged the perineum, almost as if to call out the sperm. And then it came, in long ropes, hitting the bowl so powerfully it looked as though it might knock it over, filling it with spurt after spurt while Helen looked on, her mouth open, her face red, her eyes almost out of her head.

'Bids on Carl are closed,' said the hostess. 'And we have a winner. Now it's just Kevin...'

As she said his name, Kevin released a huge, creamy load directly into the bowl with a loud groan and a bucking of his hips. Lily, picked up the bowl so as not to miss a single drop and held it just under Kevin's erupting penis until his hips slowed, his anus stopped grasping and his body folded forward.

With both boys depleted on their stalls, the hostess got the two women to stand up and to show their bowls full of sperm to the room. Lily was having fun with hers, showing it towards the group she had come with, pretending to drink it to much hilarity from the room. But Helen was transfixed by the white liquid she had coaxed from her beautiful Carl's beautiful penis. It was like she was hypnotised by it.

'And the winners of these beautiful prizes are...' And she checked some notes she had on a clipboard. 'Kevin goes to Restful Beeches Retirement Home...' A cheer from the part of the room Lily had come from. 'While Kevin goes to... Helen!' Helen mouthed a 'thank you' to a woman in a red trouser suit who was too busy taking compliments from the people on her table to notice.

'So, Lily,' said the hostess. 'You are representing Restful Beeches. Tell us, what do you have in mind for Kevin?'

'Erm, well, a donor gave us some money to buy Kevin to entertain some of the residents of Restful Beeches, one of the best retirement homes in this part of the country.'

'And when you say "entertain", do you have anything in particular planned?'

'Oh, that would be telling,' said Lily, coyly. 'But we intend to get our money's worth...' Laughter from the room.

'And Helen, you're very young to be in possession of such a beautiful man as Carl...'

'It's my eighteenth birthday present from my mum,' she said, still looking down at the warm bowl of sperm in her hand.

'And do you have any specific plans for Carl?'

'Erm, well, my friends from school and me are going to have a party and, erm, Carl will be there...' was all she wanted to say.

'Well, a round of applause for both these lucky ladies,' said the hostess to the room, who broke into clapping and cheering. 'And just one final thing. Seeing as you are now owners of these handsome young men, how about you get your first taste of them. Drink your bowl.'

Lily looked almost shocked and looked over at her friends at the table but Helen didn't need to be asked twice and put the bowl to her lips, smelled the chemical smell that had come straight out of Carl's beautiful body, and tipped the sperm into her mouth, almost fainting at the idea that a part of Carl was now inside her -- her mouth, her throat, her belly. Seeing the young woman enjoying her bowl, Lily put Kevin's sperm to her mouth and drank it down, her tongue darting out to collect some splashes that had landed on her lips. It was salty and delicious.

'Now, let's hear it for these two beautiful lads who have done such an amazing job here tonight...' said the hostess, beckoning Carl and Kevin to the front of the stage. She turned to each of them and held their hands up as if they were boxing champions, their cocks deflating visibly in front of the room, the last drops of sperm leaking from them. 'But remember, the job is not over. They now have to go to...' and she looked down at her notes... 'Restful Beeches to entertain the residents. And to Helen's 18th birthday party. Let's hear it again...'