The Auction | THE BOY LANE Vol. 1

When the man approached me that Saturday night at the leather bar, bought me a beer, and started telling me about this exclusive secret club where wealthy men buy and sell boys as sextoys, I didn’t believe it. Right? I’m thinking, “Okay, this is all some fantasy mind game, but he’s not bad looking. Not at all. Sure, I’ll play along.” I showed up at the place and time expecting your usual play party with an “Auction” to kick the evening off. It was way more involved than that. These guys were really into their role play. It was pretty hot, and I was impressed.

I was already waist deep in this whole thing before I realized that these guys were fucking serious! This whole Collective thing, with billionaire businessmen buying hot young twinks to use for fucktoys was the god’s honest real deal! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shook. To the core, man! To. The. Core. Still, what did I have to lose? My pathetic apartment that I was sharing with a methhead roommate? My dead end job working my ass off for a dickhead boss and making jack shit? Ooh, I’ve got to think hard about letting that go, right?!

Like I said, I was waist deep with no reason not to just dive in head first. What the hell? Living in some rich dude’s penthouse getting my ass plowed on the regular. Life could be a lot worse than that. I know all too well! So I just went for it. There were orientations and training sessions. Interviews where they actually tried to talk me out of doing it. When I make a choice, though, I stick with it. To be honest, it all still seemed like a big game. Even signing the obviously real legal paperwork to sign myself into bondage just seemed like an elaborate dream. Then I was stripped down and placed kneeling on the auction block. The light was in my eyes. I couldn’t tell how many men, much less who, were out there in the dark placing bids. I didn’t even know what the bids were, just that my price was climbing.

I know it sounds crazy after everything that I had already been through, but the whole thing hit me like a load of bricks, as they say, when the auctioneer turned me around on my knees and then pushed my shoulders down. There I was, ass up, cheeks spread, my hole on display for a room full of unknown men. The auctioneer stroking his finger over it, sending goose bumps all over my body.

That whole roomful of men trying to imagine what my hole felt like, wanting to be the auctioneer. Half of them hoping he would shove a couple of fingers into me and make me moan while they watched him finger fuck me. Others, hard and dripping in their pants, imagining what their dick would feel like forcing its way into my guts. Yeah, it got real. Way too real, way too fast, way too late to back out now.

Before I knew it the auction was over. Some guy won me, paid a shitload of money to own me. My hole was his now to do anything he wanted, short of actual injury. I couldn’t even see him. I was still face down on the block and I knew better than to raise my head up. Then I felt his hands on my ass. At least I knew who the auctioneer was. This time I had no idea, but this man handled me like he knew he owned me.

He stroked my body with the careless confidence of someone who didn’t have to ask permission, or fear rejection. I could almost feel his lust. His sense of expectation as he looked down at my hole framed by my spread cheeks, my back arched to present myself, my broad shoulders pressed against the rough carpet, my face averted. Owned. The word echoed in my brain like the deep clang of a steeple bell. I was owned.

He lifted me up kissing my kneck and shoulders with almost worshipful hunger. I had imagined being used. Ive been fucked a hundred times, maybe, taken loads from dozens of guys. I’m a good looking guy. I’ve certainly been lusted after, even stalked a couple of times. I’ve never felt like that, had someone touch me like that. Like I was some work of art, or something.

It was like he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have me in his arms. Then he turned my head to kiss me and I finally saw my new master and realized that I was the lucky one. He was good looking. Looks aren’t everything but they mean a lot when you know you are going to get fucked any time, any place, by any man that this guy chooses. But, if looks aren’t everything, his eyes were kind and his kisses were gentle. Confident, entitled, certainly not to be denied, but not hard or cruel.

He pressed me back down again and started to eat my hole. I thought he would never stop and I didn’t want him to. The place where his tongue met my ass was the only point of my existence. The firm insistent flicking tip of his tongue had my hole on fire. I want to just scream, “Fuck Me!” but I knew I couldn't. A man can only resist so long before his cock demands its due, though, and his did. He thrust it into me slowly, savoring every fraction of an inch as my tight hole stretched open for him and my guts quivered around his hard rod. It was almost like he wanted to remember this moment forever.

Then he started to fuck me, and I’ve never been fucked so deeply in my life. Not because his cock is the longest, or the fattest that I’ve ever taken. It isn't. But nobody has ever fucked me with that intensity. With that level of absolute focus. With such deep pleasure and satisfaction. He didn’t just fuck me as deeply as his cock would reach into my body and dump his load. He fucked my mind as well, transforming me from an adventurous twink willing to sell his ass, into a prescious object of exquisite pleasure. I was a new boy. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. But maybe that’s what it means to be sold to the highest bidder for four hundred eighty thousand dollars.