Another Auction

Author: eckie
Title: Another Auction
Date: 20 February 2009

Just another short one, not even much action, but wanted to write that down for a while already, finally got around to it ...


Another weekend was due, and in one of my favorite clubs they had scheduled a slave auction, no excessive bidding, small minimum and maximum amounts were set, the outcome was to be donated to a good cause. I haven't been to one before so thought I at least have a look and maybe some fun there. Usually you just go to the club and see what happens, sometimes finding some good guys to play with, other times just chatting around all evening cause there is just nobody around that I fancy playing with. However I decided to just go there and check it out, not register as bidder.

The plan was to keep slaves tied and waiting until one master will bid and buy him, only one slave for one buyer, so guys who organized made sure there is an equal amount of masters and slaves, not an easy task in general and probably also the reason why there was just a limited amount of players that registered for the auction, certainly lots more salves applied, so many had to be excluded, still of course anyone could attend the evening, but not the auction game itself.

Each of the slaves was to be lined up then, hands tied behind back, blindfolded and gagged, collar attached to a chain spanned across the room, each slave had to fill in a form with their experience, preferences and taboos, of course Masters could decide which of the preferences they would allow or not, but taboos were to be strictly followed. Each slave had the form in an envelope then taped to their chain, to make it more interesting however, none of the bidders was to read it before having auctioned one of the slaves.

I was late; a car accident on the road caused me to arrive 2 hours after the auction started. When I arrived I sat down on the bar and ordered my drink, looking around and seeing quite a crowd in the club, must have been a good evening so far then I thought. I asked the barkeeper how the auction was since I was too late to have seen it, and he told me the result was surprisingly good, several hundred bucks came together for the donation.

I told him then that maybe next time, should they arrange another auction like it, I would register as bidder as well then, not just for the good cause, but of course for the fun of it. He told me then right away that if I wanted, there was still one slave available, not yet sold. I was surprised and asked why, since each slave should have had one bidder according to the planning, whether one did not show up or whether that slave was just not interesting for the guys present, but he told me then that this slave had not registered prior to the party, but arrived as guest, asking if he still could just be put on the line and wait if or not someone would take him. It was not planned and he was told that he might not find anyone bidding on him, sine the number of Tops was equal to the number of registered slaves. But he did not mind and even particularly requested not to be taken off until either being sold or the party itself was over. I thought how strange, then again sine the planning was to have one bidder for each slave it was clear that one must be left over at the end.

The lineup had been in another room, so I thought I check out who that guy is, took my drink and went through the club. When I found the room for the lineup I saw that boy still stand there indeed, as planned he had tape over his eyes and his mouth, a collar was attached to a chain above him, his hands were on the back, and when checking I saw them also tied with tape. He was not naked, I had actually expected that, but dressed in ordinary jeans, sneaks and a sweatshirt, though all of it rather worn out and not the cleanest either. I thought maybe that was the reason for nobody else bidding on him. He must have stood there for about 3 hours now, I admired his endurance, and anyone else most likely would have complained or asked to be taken off that chain by now. He seemed to have a cute face as I could see, mid twenties probably or begin twenties, I could not really tell, average body, a bit smaller than myself, I thought he might be interesting ... I stroke over his head, thought that hair would certainly need some washing and cutting as well, the moment I touched him he shuddered, not having expected anyone. I felt the rest of his body, his ass, his package, looked like he was semi hard in his pants, then I just left him there and went back to the bar.

I asked the barkeeper, since there were no more other bidders, what to do if I should decide to take that last boy off the line for me for the evening. He told me the minimum was ten bucks, if I’d pay that, he was mine for the night. I thought ten bucks is no loss, even if the boy would turn out to be less fun than I planned, so paid it, received the key to the lock of the chain holding the boy in place and went back there. I unlocked the chain from the collar, leaving the collar on however. The boy was trembling, definitely very nervous, but I would sure get him calm once I’d start with him. I grabbed the envelope that was attached to that chain and then grabbed his collar and told him to follow, pulling him with me out of that room and back into the bar area. There I took a seat at one of the corner tables and ordered him to kneel, he immediately complied, still trembling a lot. I told him to calm down and then opened the envelope to see what his preferences were.

His name was Mark, his age was 23, but the rest of the form was then filled in very interesting. location was mentioned as 'where you will take me', none of the preferences or limits was checked, instead in the remarks was mentioned that he wanted to be taken and cared for by anyone who would like him in exchange for unquestioned obedience, the duration of commitment was pre-filled with 'the current night’ and striped out, replaced by 'hopefully forever'. Now that was certainly not what I expected to find there, but an interesting situation...

I decided to talk with him in more detail about that form, but for now I wanted to just test him out a little. While taking off the tape over his mouth I ordered him to remain silent unless permitted to speak and with the tape removed he did indeed. I pressed his head down to one of my boots and without having to tell anything he immediately started working on them with his tongue. His hands were still taped on his back and while working on the first boot he shifted still on his knees around the floor to reach every angle of it. I could feel his tongue even through the thick leather of my boots, he certainly did it not the first time, and also by his efforts to find all angles, get his tongue in every slit or spot of the boots he sure showed me that he wanted to make sure I am not disappointed with his work there. A friend of mine came to me and we started talking, enjoying our drinks, and not taking much notice of the boy down at my boots doing his job. The boy worked his way up and down both my boots during all that time, no need to enforce or order him; he kept steady working his tongue all over them without rest.

My friend at some point also noticed the good efforts of the boy and said that I seem to have bought myself some good slave boy down there, I confirmed that even though I haven'' talked or not even tried much yet, I was certainly interested to find out if he continues to keep up that effort throughout the evening, I might have plans for him for the night then for sure.

My drink was up and I thought about sending that boy to fetch another one, but that would have meant to release his hands and take the tape off his eyes as well, so I decided that for the moment I just keep him like that, I told him to stop and immediately he stopped the work on the boots, which by then were nicely shiny all over. he went back into the initial kneeling position and kept silently waiting there, but by now I could see he was no longer trembling as at the begin, I guess I take that as a good sign for the start now. I told him not to move and dropped the chain on his collar on to the floor, walking then towards the bar to get me a new drink. I took my time, talking a little with the barman again, but kept watching that boy, I could see that he made good efforts to not move at all indeed. People passing him, talking about him, one other slave almost stumbled over him, yet the boy gave his best to stay exactly as he was.

I started to enjoy that boy’s effort to comply, obey, and give his best to make sure I am not disappointed. Time to check out a little more I thought. I went back to him, grabbed the chain off the floor and pulled on it, indicating him to get up which he then immediately did, he had been on his knees since I took him off the line about an hour ago, he had to steady himself once being up standing but quickly got himself in order waiting what is to come. I pulled on the chain dragging him behind me and he blindly followed (literally, since he still did not see anything). I took care not to have him stumble, with his hands on the back he would definitely hurt himself good if he was to fall down. I took him to a more secluded area of the club, several cabins where one could get some more privacy were in that area, and I chose an empty one and dragged that boy inside.

The cabin had several hooks on the walls, in the floor and some in the ceiling with chains dangling off them. I thought while I have him in here I can sure find out how well he obeys, how much he accepts. I had him kneel down again and pressed immediately my crotch into his face, he did not hesitate a second and started working with his mouth and tongue on my package, and it took not long before I was rock hard under my army pants. I grabbed his head by his - definitely too long - hair and pulled his head away from my crotch, when I released it he kept his head where I pulled it, while I undid the buttons of my pants and got my package out in the air, just to grab his hair again and now push his mouth on my dick. he did not seem surprised and started right away working on my dick and by the way he did I could see he was again certainly not doing this his first time, on the contrary, he did a great job and I sure will have to slow him down if I wanted to keep going for longer than a few minutes here. maybe it was enthusiasm to proof himself a good slave, maybe he just did not have it for a while, but he worked my dick and my balls with mouth and tongue as if there was no tomorrow. I had to stop him by pulling his head away from my dick again to give my dick a short calming period. For a minute or two I just stood there and watched him, panting a little, yet generally calm and trying to remain proper in the position I left him. I took a condom out of my pocket now and pulled it over my still rock hard dick, then grabbed his head with my both hands and pulled it harsh over my dick again, this time however not letting him work it but instead pulling and pushing his head back and forth, my dick also all the way down his throat, simply fucking his throat until I was to come. He choked a few times, I wasn't sure if he deep throated before or not, but I could notice him trying his best to just keep going, not trying to pull away or interfere with my rhythm and after a while I came, I short my spunk into the condom while I held his nose tightly pressed on to my crotch, while my dick was down his throat as far as it could reach. I kept him like that while I shot my sperm into the condom and breathing heavily whilst he actually could not really get much air in that position. Of course I forced his head staying there for just a little longer, showing him that I decide if or when he gets off and gets air again, but he kept himself very well, I could see and feel how he was fighting inside, pulling away to breathe or staying where he was without air, but I kept his head in position on purpose just long enough to enforce him to start pulling away, running out of air leaving him no choice. I held his head a few seconds of struggling before I pushed it backwards and off my dick. He was breathing heavy now, but not a word to hear; instead I even though I could see a little smile in his face, but it was not that bright in the room, I could have been mistaken also.

I ordered him to get up again now and then attached the collar to one of the chains dangling from the ceiling in the middle of that small cabin, making sure he had to stand almost on his tip toes. Now I took some shorter pieces of rope out of the side pocket of the army pants, always good to have a few of them in the pocket, one can never know I thought to myself. I then ripped off the tape that had kept his hands all time on his back and immediately started to tie the end of one of the small ropes around his first wrist, telling him to keep the other hand on the back where it belongs. I then used the other end of that first rope to tie his arm stretched out to the wall on his side, the same procedure then with the other wrist and arm so that he ended standing with arms spread, neck chained to the ceiling, two more short ropes now for his ankles, before I tied the first I told him to push his old sneaks off which he did then right away, trying to however balance himself where he stood. I then pulled off the sock of the first foot and tied the rope around the ankle, again fixing it to the wall on the side, pulling his leg to that side then too. The same again for the other ankle and he ended now having to stand a bit on his tip toes indeed and having to work on his balance, certainly not too comfy then I thought, but that is just right for now.

Now I took out my pocket knife, a simple old fashioned small Swiss knife, but it does its work when needed. Not telling what was coming I started to cut off his sweatshirt, a cut at first, then a ripping of the fabric, it tore apart easily, and within a minute it was all torn and in the corner on the floor. Underneath an old t-shirt, definitely could see it had not been washed for a long time, but seconds later it ended up in the same corner as the sweatshirt. He did not say a thing, kept just working on his balance while I was tearing off the shirts. I was wondering what he might think, it did not seem that he had spare clothes with him, so he should actually worry what to do at the end of the evening, but ... he did not say anything or even show a sign of worry so far. Well, I just went on then, a small cut at first again and then tearing his jeans apart, as easy as I could rip them apart just showed me how worn out they had been already, still nothing but attempting to keep his balance, so to finish it a strong pulling and those - formerly probably white - briefs ended up in the corner with all the rest of the now definitely no longer usable clothes he used to wear just several minutes ago. Naked, spread, blind, having to work on his balance, that is how he now stood in front of me, and I must admit, I did like what I saw. Not an Adonis, but a nice body, well proportioned, maybe a little gym time could be useful to improve the one or other part, but generally nice to look at. He was shivering a bit now, it was not cold in the room, so more of probably being nervous, but for the moment he certainly could not do much anyway. I decided to take both of his socks and stuffed them into his mouth, who knows how long he had worn them, they sure did taste their part, and then I used part of the torn off t-shirt to tie a gag around his head keeping those socks in his mouth. Then without telling him I just left that cabin, before I closed the door I had a quick look at him, working on hi balance, but his hard on revealed that he definitely was enjoying the situation. I closed the door then and went back to the bar, there I asked for a pen or marker, which the barman gave me then and while he was getting me a new drink I went back to the cabin, of course finding the boy exactly where I left him, but some curious other guests peaking inside already, I pushed them away and stood in front of the boy, using the marker then writing on his hairless chest: Private Property - DO NOT TOUCH! After that I chased the two peaking guests away and closed the door again, telling them that boy was not available to anyone. Then I went back to the bar and had my drink, talking with friends and enjoying the time.

I spent at least two hours there at the bar and also walking around watching what else was going on. I had kept an eye on who was hanging around those cabins, wanting to make sure that boy is left alone where I left him, but obviously people respected what I had written on the boy’s chest.

When I went back into the cabin, the boy of course was still standing there spread, I could see he was a bit jumpy, after that long time suddenly someone entering the cabin, but still being busy balancing himself I was sure he was aching quite some by now, so I decided to take him off there now. I started undoing the ropes off the wall and also then off the ankles and wrists, keeping his collar still hooked to the ceiling and by that him in place. I also took off the gag and allowed him to spit out the socks that kept him silent. I ordered him to keep his hands on his back at all times unless they are needed for anything I order him to do; he immediately placed them on the back then. before taking him off the chain from the ceiling I went through the ripped apart clothes checking if anything was in any pocket there, but they were all empty, then I grabbed all of them and threw them in the bin right outside the cabins, they had done their means and will no longer be of any use again. Then I took the boy off the chain from the ceiling and dragged him behind me back into the bar room, naked as he was, keeping his hands on the back, still from the begin until now no complaint heard from the boy. back in the bar I pushed him down on his knees in the corner next to the bar, I could see him blushing a little, obviously realizing we were in the bar room with many others and him being completely naked now, I ordered him to stay put there until I pick him up there later again and went to sit at the bar again, finishing my drink there, starting to chat with others, getting another drink, basically just some socializing and enjoying myself.

I knew it must hurt a lot to kneel over long period, I occasionally checked ion the boy, he seemed to get a bit restless, trying to shift from one side to the other though I could see it did not help much, but as before, he tried to comply with the given order, remaining right there in the way I left him, I could see it took quite some effort by now and it certainly hurt, but he obeyed, I thought the boy had impressed me with several things tonight, sure worth to think about more than that evening only, but then I continued socializing further.

He spent a total of at least three hours kneel there, guests started leaving and the bar got slowly more empty. Time to get back to that boy I thought. I went over to him, ordered him to get up and dragged him then towards a quiet corner of the club. There I kept him standing while I sat down on a bench. Then for the first time I allowed him to speak, asking him how he felt and the answer was very short - 'very good, Sir' was all he said. When I asked him about his knees he only mentioned again very brief that they hurt a bit but he was fine and I should please ignore that fact. I really liked that boy and his attitude, his initial description in the beginning note about his obedience was obviously genuine. I told him that the evening is coming to an end soon and what he had planned for the time after that, he only responded again very short that he did not have any plans at all. I wondered when he would ask about his clothes, but until now no question about it at all. When I asked where he lived, his answer was not really a big surprise to me, when he said that he had no place to live and was actually a stray on the streets and also immediately apologized for that fact. I told him there is nothing to apologize, I was certain it had reasons, but those were not important to me. I told him that as last question I wanted to know if anyone is expecting him back from the party here, but again very short answer came that he was not expected by anyone.

Very well I said, got up and dragged him again behind me to follow. He still had not seen me, actually had not seen anything since he was placed in line for the auction, but that seemed not to be any issue to him, neither was it to me. I went back to the bar and asked the barman about the collar on the boy, who it belonged to and when he told me it is from the house I asked if it would be ok if I donate another reasonable sum, if I could keep it on the boy then. the barman did a short phone call, obviously to the owners of the bar and came back to me that if the donation was reasonable it would be ok, since it was for a good cause I asked for my bill and told him to round up to 50 bucks, taking the rest as donation for the collar, if that would be ok, he said it was more than expected and agreed. The boy sure heard my talk with the barman but did not say anything; also he kept all the time his hands on his back. I liked that he certainly gave efforts into making sure to do what I had told him. I then asked the boy if he had any bag or other things with him aside of the clothes that were no longer of any use to him, ho responded that he had a small rucksack in the coat-check only, I went there with him behind me and found an old messy rucksack in the corner there, grabbed it and then left with the boy behind me towards the entrance door of the club.

Still naked and on the chain leash I took him outside the club, on to the streets. It was a quiet industrial area, so nothing to fear in terms of getting into trouble with a naked boy behind me, but I could see the boy blushing again and feeling a bit insecure about being naked out in the common public now. I did not say anything however and kept dragging him behind me, walking towards my car. A few other guests had left also and when passing by in their car honked their horn, the boy definitely was deep red in his face now. It was not really cold, but I could see the boy shuddering a bit, without any clothes it was certainly nothing to be out there too long, but when we reached my car I opened the passenger door, slipped the seat to its furthest back and then ordered him to get into the car and then slip down to the bottom, crouching himself into the space in front of the seat. He did not hesitate and soon was disappearing right in front of the passenger’s seat on the floor. I put the boy’s rucksack on the seat itself, closed the door and went to the other side to get into the car myself.

Without any further talk I started the car and drove off. It was of course at this time quiet on the streets, so it took not long to be on the motorway and without any troubles I was on my way back to my home. I had the radio on, but other than that no talking to the boy or explaining where we went. Over two hours the boy remained down there on the floor, not knowing where he would end up, yet still no complaints to hear, no attempt to find out what is coming.

when I finally arrived at my home, it was very late (or should I say early in the morning), I was very tired and all I needed now was a good night’s sleep, but I also was certain the boy could use the same, I did not know how long he had been on his feet, but at this time of the night sleeping is all one wants usually. Being that late/early, I also knew no nosy neighbors would be in the way, so I did not worry when I ordered the boy to get out of the car naked and still blindfolded as he was, I lead him behind me towards the house and into the door then. I could feel him being a bit nervous for sure, yet still no questions, no complaints. without anything further I lead the boy carefully up the stairs into my bedroom, there I have a nice steel cage in the corner, I opened it, told the boy to get inside and be quiet for the rest of the night, then I closed the cage again and locked it, time for me to get some sleep.

I could see the boy now trying to get some comfortable, feeling the pillow and the blanket that were inside that cage and getting himself in place now, he could certainly not stretch out inside the cage, but I did not see him even try, in embryo position he was lying in the cage under the blanket now and that's when I turned off the lights and went to sleep myself.

I did not wake up during the night, so the boy definitely did not make any noise during sleep, I tend to wake up easily when someone in the cage turns around too much or makes any other noises, but having slept well and long, the boy must have kept calm and quiet all night too. I looked at the cage, the boys face on the pillow, still tape around his eyes and he seemed at ease. When I got out of the bed he pushed away the blanket and sat in the cage, waiting what will happen, still silent however. I left him there and went to have a shower first, after that I got myself a coffee and a cigarette before returning back to the sleeping room and unlocking the cage. I ordered him out and on his knees, immediately he positioned himself, not forgetting to place his hands on the back again. Time to show him who he is with and tell him where he is I thought. So I started removing the taped around his eyes slowly. Once it was gone he blinked with his eyes, trying to get used to the light again, he was definitely over 12 hours or more in the dark now. But even after the blindfolding tape was gone, he kept his head bowed. I thought to myself that he must have has some good training before, knowing what is should or should not do.

I sat down on my bed and told him to look at me, for the first time since we met he saw me now, still remaining quiet he smiled however. When I asked how he was, he shortly answered that he had slept very well and comfortable and thanked me for that. Asking if he knew where he was he only responded with a brief 'no, Sir'. I said that obviously we were at my house, but that he not only left the city where the club was but also the country, I told him that he was now with me in Amsterdam. I could not see any troublesome reaction in his face; he seemed to be at ease with it completely. Then I continued that I was pleased and satisfied with him the night before and that I did of course notice his remarks on the form he had filled for the auction and asked if he was serious with what he wrote in it. He replied with a 'very serious, Sir' to it.

That was all I needed to know. I told him to get up and follow me, went to the bathroom where I had him kneel down again. Then I took my clippers and without words started to give him a zero crop, that hair was too long for sure, I said that from the start already. Within minutes it was all gone and on the floor. Then I took off the collar that still was on him, ordered him to have a good shower, and then clean up the mess n the floor, I will put some cloths there for him, put them on and then come downstairs where I would be in the meantime. He responded with a 'yes, Sir' and went into the shower immediately. while he was in there I checked my closet and grabbed an old army overall, a pair of army socks and a pair of old army boots that should fit him, all those items I put on the chair in the bathroom and then went back downstairs, grabbed myself another cup of coffee and sat down in the living room, not without taking that boys old rucksack with me too.

I now checked the content of it; it did not contain much, two old t-shirts, a tracksuit bottom, two more briefs and two pairs of socks, a wallet - that was all. The state of the clothes was as bad as what he was wearing the night before, so I threw them on the floor next to the couch where I was sitting, and then I checked the wallet. Mark was indeed his real name, 23 his real age, the birth city mentioned I did not know, probably some small town somewhere. Aside of that ID there were a few small notes, only first names and probably phone numbers on it. A ten euro bill in the back fold and a few coins in the front pocket. Not much I thought, but if he lived on the street he of course had no work, I could imagine how he got money to live from, and either begging, stealing or selling sex service was very likely to be the source for money to him.

I put the content of the wallet on the table and threw the wallet on the floor to the clothes that were there already, then sipped from my coffee again and lit another cigarette, when I heard him come down the stairs already. He entered the room and immediately got down on his knees in front of the table I sat on. I watched him a few minutes, finishing my cigarette and coffee, then I asked who the numbers on those notes in his wallet were or if any of them were family, he told me those were only some brief acquaintances he made, but nothing of value to him. I threw them towards the rest of his stuff on the floor then and then took his ID and the few bucks he had, putting all of it into my own wallet. I ordered him to take the stuff from the floor and throw it into the waste bin in the kitchen, he did not hesitate at all, did as I ordered and came back to kneel at the same spot again.

Then I told him that with throwing away those items, his past is gone and he should listen careful now. If he told me right now that he wants to go back where he came from, I would make sure he would have sufficient clothing and bring him back there that same day. However if he wanted, he could stay with me, as my boy, my slave, my servant, my whatever I decide him to be. I would set rules, teach him what, when, how or where I want him to be. absolute obedience would be a requirement, he was to give his best, obey at all times, do as he was told, in exchange I would keep him and take care of him as the slave he would be then. I also told him that he would not have to answer right that moment, but during the day I expected a decision from him. Then I told him to look me into my face and tell me if he understood what I told him and if he understood what it meant. When he looked up I could see a big wide smile in his face and heard an immediate 'thank You, Sir' and he added then right away 'please let me stay with you, Sir, it is what I want and I will give my best not to disappoint You ever, Sir'.

I had not expected an immediate answer, but I could not hide that I liked his reply. I smiled at him, and all I replied was 'so be it, boy'. I got up from the couch, opened one of the drawers of the cupboard in the room and came back to the boy from behind him, I placed a chain around his neck with a heavy padlock on it, then I handed him my empty coffee cup, told him to get into the kitchen, get accustomed to all the where-is-what in it, bring me another coffee and then prepare breakfast for two, myself and my new boy....

And from then on..., well use your fantasy :)