The Saga of Middleton

Well, the car wash had made so much money for the senior boys, the cheerleading squad decided to try to outdo them. They came up with the idea while watching Joey at the carwash.

It was simple - he was so popular, they decided to auction off their boyfriends - have a slave sale. That'd be safe enough - they were all good looking girls - their boyfriends were all hot, too. They were all over 18 and some of them were even in college already. They should be worth good money.

They set up the auction for Friday evening - the guys would be slaves for a day - all day Saturday. There were 10 girls on the squad - if they could average $50 apiece, they could clear $500. That'd beat the carwash by a few bucks.

It took a little persuading - most of the guys flat-out refused - but these girls didn't get on the cheering squad by taking "no" for an answer. By Friday, they'd all agreed, even Diane's guy Rob, who was a sophomore at Madison State. Rob was a real prude, but he had the best body of the bunch - they all knew - they'd once gotten him drunk at a party and stripped him. He was definitely a show-stopper.

The girls had sewed the costumes themselves - they were cute little tunics - sort of like togas, but real short. And they used some real filmy material - practically transparent. After all, they were gonna be wearing these sexy white thongs underneath. The girls didn't want all those assets to go unnoticed - they were aiming at top dollar for these slaves. Being girls, they insisted on accessories, too - Roman sandals and a laurel wreath in the hair. They were gonna be sold as slaves, but they were gonna look like Greek gods.

They weren't sure who the auction should be open to - everybody? Wouldn't that maybe inhibit some of the bidding? From what they saw at the car wash, there were plenty of men around Middleton who were willing to pay for access to hot young guys. They discussed it with one of the guys from the debating club - they decided to limit the auction to men, and Andy (the debater) would be the auctioneer. No women around to inhibit things - no girlfriends around to inhibit the slaves.

After all, they all trusted their boyfriends, didn't they? They just snickered - those guys were totally whipped, and they knew it.

They had gotten permission to use the small drama theater at the school - it had enough seats for about 150 people, and a nice intimate stage. Friday night, each of the girls dropped off her guy at the theater entrance.

The guys had been well-briefed as to their duties - they all arrived in costume, having been lovingly dressed by their girls beforehand. Rob almost managed to get up the nerve to refuse to participate, once he saw what Diane intended him to wear. It took a while, but she got him into it - and he really took her breath away.

Once she'd gotten him naked, it took all her determination to get him into the white thong - and she could see why. With his big cock and balls, the pouch of the thong was stretched to its limits and turned very nearly invisible - it wasn't really designed to stretch that far. Seeing the outline of his cock so clearly delineated in the overstretched thong almost tempted her to take a quick break right then and get some use out of it. But time was pressing.

And the thong accentuated his big, round asscheeks, too - smooth and white - they looked so virginal. By now, he was fairly eager to get into the tunic. But when he did, it didn't help much - it barely covered his sexy ass and half-transparent as it was, the shadowy form of those big cheeks and the deep crack between them was even hotter than when he was naked.

Finally, she tied the sandals and pinned the wreath to his thick blond hair - perfect!! Gorgeous!! Definitely drop-dead material.

Rob was freaked out all over again when he got in Diane's car - the feel of the leather seats on his bare ass made him feel stark naked. He couldn't believe he was letting her talk him into this - half-naked, to be paraded around in from of a roomful of strange guys. He was 20 years old, for God's sake - not some little teenager to be led around by his girlfriend. But Diane - well, there was no getting out of it. He sighed. His body was his curse - it always attracted girls who were way out of his league and beyond his means.

When Diane dropped him off, he slunk into the theater, deeply embarrassed by the feel of the cool evening air swirling around his bare thighs and ass. Well, it was for a good cause. One day's hard labor was a small price to pay for Diane's approval.

Andy met him at the stage door and led him over to the other guys - he was the last to arrive. They were standing in the semidarkness of the backstage area off to the right side of the stage. The others were between Rob and the brightly lit stage and he was shocked to realize he could see right through every one of their costumes. Cock, balls, ass, tits - everything was clearly outlined. Andy explained to him that it was just a trick of the eye - one they were out in the light - on the stage - the tunics would look perfectly normal.

It was a pretty intimate theater, Rob saw - the seats were very close to the stage - you could almost reach out and touch ...

Just then, Andy moved them into a dressing room - "Don't want any distractions - when someone's up for bids, we want the audience to focus on him. It's too easy to see people moving around backstage in this theater."

It was pretty crowded with all ten of them in the room - eleven, counting Andy. And Andy was very much present in the room - he went around to each guy, checking out his costume, adjusting things, making sure each guy was perfect.

This bunch was pretty uptight about any kind of contact, so there was quite a bit of "Excuse me" and "Sorry" as the occasional ass cock-bulge collisions occurred. When Andy got to Rob, he began to understand the little noises he'd been hearing.

The first thing he did was to lift the back of Rob's tunic - "just to check that the thong's on right." Unbelievably, he felt the other guy's fingers pull the thong out of his asscrack, then re-position it more perfectly. Finally he spread Rob's cheeks and pronounced it perfect - the thong, that is. When he checked the front, he actually took the thong pouch in his hands and squeezed and kneaded the cock and balls inside until they were positioned perfectly symmetrically. Finally, he reached behind each of the tunic's upper straps to check Rob's nipples - he pinched them lightly until they were rigid as pencils.

"OK, you'll do." And he moved on to the next guy.

Rob was breathless, his nipples hard as rocks, his cock arching out in front, half-hard and starting to leak a little. He looked around and everyone else seemed to be in the same condition - blushing and hot.

He watched as Andy started feeling up the next guy - baring his ass, then exposing his big cock-bulge to everyone else in the room. His cock grew with the memory of those hands on him, kneading him through the thong pouch ... Finally, he had to stop looking - he was getting a real hardon. He was sure his pouch would no longer be symmetrical if Andy came back.

He almost wished he would, though. It felt pretty good, even if he was a guy.

Well, hell, this was sure a bad time to be thinking like that.

Finally, Andy led the first of the guys out to be auctioned. They couldn't hear much from the dressing room - just some shouting (that was probably the bidding) and occasional cheers and laughter.

Several minutes later, Andy came back for the next guy. They asked where the first guy was. Andy explained that the auction was for 24 hours - starting at the end of the bidding. "He went with the guy who bought him. The purchaser will return the slave right here tomorrow night at this time. Your girlfriends will be here to pick you up then."

Rob was a little freaked - he had to spend the night with the guy? What was that all about? He had thought he'd just show up the next morning, ready to work. Diane hadn't said anything about this.

After what seemed like hours, Rob was finally the only one left. He was very nervous about being last. He hoped that didn't mean anything. Andy led him out toward the bright light of the stage. Andy stopped just before the stage entrance and adjusted the lights. Suddenly they were a lot dimmer. That was fine by Rob.

Then he was being led out into the middle of the stage. There were maybe 20 to 30 men in the seats - the way the theater was constructed, they seemed very close. He could see each face clearly (as he was sure they could see him). They started cheering and whistling as soon as he came into sight. Halfway across the stage, Andy had him stop, facing the audience.

The whistling and comments went on for a while. Andy grinned at him. Right there in front of everybody, he reached back under Rob's tunic and patted his bare ass.

Rob jumped - if anybody hadn't noticed the ass-pat, they sure figured it out then. They laughed at his nervousness.

"And here we are with the last of our slaves. Last chance for one of you lucky men to take home a slave of your very own. And take a look at him." Andy gestured over at the nervous Rob. "You can see he's the best of the lot, right?" Andy winked at Rob. "What do I hear for an opening bid? Do I hear $100?"

"One hundred," echoed out almost before Andry finished speaking.

"One fifty."

"Two hundred."

Andy was clearly a little surprised, but pleased at the unprompted but rapid rise in the bidding level.

"And gentlemen, keep in mind that this slave comes complete with this beautiful tunic - hand-sewn right here in Middleton. And a pair of handcuffs. Here, boy, put your hands behind your back for a minute."

Rob was a little shocked at the request, but Andy seemed to know what he was doing, so he went along. The next minute, he heard a 'click' and his wrists were handcuffed behind his back.

Andy addressed the men again, "As his new owner, you'll have the keys and can unlock them if you want him to do anything with his hands." There were a few chuckles. "But if not, this'll keep them out of your way."

"Two fifty!"

"Two seventy-five!"

"Very good, gentlemen, we're starting to get into the range of what this baby is really worth.

"I mentioned before that the tunic comes with him. You may also want to note the sandals, the wreath, and ..." Andy reached out and casually lifted the front hem of the tunic up to the level of Rob's waist, "these elegant thong briefs."

There were some gasps and some applause as Andy exposed the huge bulge in Rob's thong. In this light, the pouch was half-transparent, and Rob's enormous cock was clearly delineated behind the thin white fabric. It was thrust forward almost obscenely by his oversized balls. Rob wriggled around trying to get Andy to let go of the tunic, but only succeeded in putting on an even better show as his cock and balls jiggled and bounced in full view of the audience. There were some wolf-whistles.

"And, as you can see, he is uncut - this body is in mint condition."

Rob gasped with relief as Andy dropped the hem of the tunic back down in front. What was that son-of-a-bitch doing to him?

But then, before he could relax, Andy swung him around and lifted up the back hem.

"Three hundred."

"Three fifty."

"You're starting to get there, gentlemen. And to continue what I was saying, I thought you might want to see the rest of these very elegant thong briefs." He leaned down as if to take a closer look at Rob's ass. "Well, I guess you can't really tell it's a thong, can you? This slave's big cheeks are getting in the way. Here, let's spread 'em ..." He reached down and spread Rob's beautiful asscheeks, revealing the thin strip of cloth running down his crack and covering - barely -his virginal asshole.

"Four hundred."

"OK, now I've got an idea to get you slowpokes up to speed - how about - this is just off the top of my mind, now - how about each bidder from this point on will get to ask for (and receive) one favor from our slave here. On the spot reward - just for bidding. Of course, your bid has to be, say, $50 higher than the last bid. But I think you brave souls deserve some reward - just for bidding. What do you say?" There was an overwhelming roar from the audience. Rob's face went pale.

"But of course, we won't accept just any favor request - it's got to be reasonable, deliverable on the spot (before the next bid) and acceptable to our slave." Rob breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, he'll have to pay some penalty - say, 25 over-the-knee hand spanks - every time he turns somebody down. Administered by the bidder. That way the bidder always wins, but maybe you'll keep your requests within some reasonable limits."

"Well, I think we're ready to try it out. Who's gonna bid?"

Several voices chimed in with "Four fifty." Andy arbitrarily selected one of them. "You, there - I think you were first. What do you want?"

"How about a kiss?" The bidder was a junior exec type - maybe 25 years old - good looking.

Andy turned to Rob, "What about it, slave? What's your choice? A kiss or a spankin?"

Rob blushed red. Somehow the kiss seemed like the lesser of two evils. "The kiss, I guess," he mumbled.

The audience cheered, and the young j. e. climbed up to the stage and stood in from of Rob as Andy stepped back. Rob leaned forward a little, eyes closed, ready to be kissed. Suddenly the j. e. threw his arms around Rob - one around his neck and one under the tunic, grasping his bare ass. He leaned into the hapless young slave, bending him back and diving in for a very firm, very deep Hollywood kiss.

Rob was shocked and gasped - a serious mistake, since it opened his mouth. Instantly the j. e.'s tongue was inside Rob's mouth, seriously Frenching the humiliated young man's virgin mouth. He kept it up for a good three minutes, swabbing around Rob's teeth and tongue - while pressing his body firmly into Rob's - feeling every inch of that gigantic basket pressed into his own groin. As he ground his crotch into Rob's, the straight-as-an-arrow slave began to panic - he felt his cock begin to grow. Against all his efforts, he was getting a hard-on.

And at the same time, the young bidder was furiously feeling up the other kid's ass - even running his fingers up and down Rob's crack, underneath the thong strap.

Finally Andy stepped in and pulled the would-be rapist off the devastated young slave. By now, both young men were panting. The audience applauded as the bidder returned to his seat.

"Well, that was refreshing - just a little kiss - what an innocent request." Andy chuckled. "And now that we've broken the ice, do we have another bidder?"

Instantly, "five hundred" was heard from several throats. Again, Andy picked one. Rob kept trying to signal him to please end the bidding, but Andy wasn't paying attention.

This time the bidder was an older gentleman, who just wanted Rob to take off the tunic. Again, Rob weighed the alternative - he'd been spanked as a kid - he knew how much pain could be packed into 25 swats. He elected to give up the tunic - they'd all seen it all already - it couldn't be much worse than the way things were now.

Andy took hold of the tunic and just gave a sharp jerk - it was a tear-away, turns out, and popped off Rob with just a little "rrrrippp."

(Of course, that meant that Diane had known all along that something like this was going to happen ...)

While it might have felt to Rob that "they'd already seen everything," it still changed the tone when he really was virtually naked. For one thing, now his very hot pecs were on display - nobody had seen them before. They were gorgeous - large, with big, dark nipples - very suckable. And now he really did look naked below - even from the front, the overstretched pouch of the briefs were virtually transparent. From the audience, there was no doubt about the exact shape and size of his huge cock and balls. Now every move that he made set them jiggling and the audience salivating.

"Well, that was easy, wasn't it?" He turned to Rob - "I think you should maybe give the bidder just a quick peck on the cheek - just to say 'Thanks' for such an easy request."

The audience took it up and Rob really had no choice - he had to go out in the audience, hands all over his bare body, and kiss the guy on the cheek. The bidder clearly was pleased - he even blushed. By the time Rob made it back to the stage, he had been groped over every inch of his body. He looked pleadingly at Andy. He couldn't take much more of this. How much money did these guys have? And what, for God's sake, would he have to do for the winner?

Andy saw that Rob was nearing a breaking point. "This round is going to be our last - no rewards - you may bid as high as you want, in $50 increments - winner take all!"

Rob blanched.

"And just to inspire you ..." Andy turned to Rob and ripped off his thong. It was so sudden, it surprised even the audience. Finally they could see Rob's gorgeous dick half hard and fully bare - uncut and thick - bouncing and swaying with its own weight. His balls were huge, too, and pushed his cock forward, toward the audience, as if displaying it for their approval.

And his ass was now truly bare - there was nothing between his asshole and their eyes (and tongues), but what little cover his full round asscheeks provided. There was a collective moan and the auction proceeded in earnest.

Ten minutes later, it ended - the final bid: $1,500. As much as all the other slaves put together. The winner, a good-looking middle-aged banker, invited the rest of the bidders up on the stage to examine the merchandise at their leisure. They all left feeling well-satisfied with the course of the evening.

Rob's new owner was given a key to the handcuffs and led him away, through the side door and directly into his chauffeur-driven limo. For the next 24 hours, Rob was carefully - and thoroughly - trained in the art of pleasing a man. He hated every minute of it.

Fortunately for him, though, he was a very quick study. Of course, that had a lot to do with the incentive plan his owner followed - immediate HARD hand spanks on that plushy ass of his for any failure or hesitation.

By the end of the first hour, his ass was bright red and his face was streaked with tears. But then - for the next 23 hours - there was scarcely a hand-spank to be heard. Rob had learned to be VERY cooperative and started putting his full effort into every new skill.

Unfortunately for Rob, his owner was a real film connoisseur -everything ended up on very high-quality digital recordings. For $1,500, the man had, in fact, acquired access to Rob's hot body for the foreseeable future. On the other hand, the man was not greedy - he was moderate in his demands and only occasionally required Rob to perform for friends or clients. He even allowed Rob to maintain his relationship with Diane. Although that didn't really last long - Rob was never really sure how much Diane knew about what had happened. He had a hard time responding to her sexually and she dropped him within a couple of weeks.