Tommy doesn’t know what outcome he should hope for. He might get purchased today; become someone’s personal, live-in sex toy. Every part of him rebels at the thought. What if the person is horrible? Even if they aren’t, could he ever really live a life like that? On the other hand, what’s the alternative? If he doesn’t get purchased today, that means he goes “up for rent,” which means that anyone who wants to can have their way with him. Also not the greatest option. Is dealing with multiple people of every possible kind really any better? Both options really feel like being led to the gallows; his life is about to be over, one way or another.
Tommy isn’t the only young man standing backstage in the small, cozy cabaret theater that will apparently serve as the stage for their debut. There are two others—one about Tommy’s age and one younger. All three are dressed in thin, revealing crop tops and short-shorts. Cecil had gathered them together in the common room outside of their individual prisons earlier that morning. Tommy hadn’t even known that there were other boys like him so close by. Together, Cecil had marched them down the hallway of what looked like a lush hotel and into this... area.
The small stage has plush, sumptuous red curtains, and looks out onto a little lounge full of round tables and comfortable seats. Even now the tables are filling with men; men in business suits, casual dress, strange uniforms and foreign clothing that Tommy doesn’t recognize. The only thing they have in common is that they all look like they have money.
Cecil stands with the boys backstage, looking bored but alert. Tommy wants to talk to the other boys, to ask them their stories, but he’s too nervous with Cecil so close. Besides, what would he even say to them? Good luck?
Eventually the low background murmur of the assembling crowd dies down. Tommy looks up at the stage to see a man he recognizes. It’s the imposing man in a suit that had first bought Tommy from his kidnappers. He has a commanding presence, and just his appearance on stage has immediately captured the attention of the crowd. He must be the much-whispered-about Jack.
“Welcome, honored guests.” Jack looks calm and collected as he speaks into a standing microphone on the far side of the stage, as though he’s introducing nothing more exciting than a business conference. “It is a pleasure as always to see you here. For those of you lodging with us, I do hope your stay here has been a pleasant one. If you have any needs at all, please do not hesitate to reach out to our staff. We are here to serve.” He places one hand behind his back and gives a small, courteous bow. “Now, I would like to introduce to you your host for this evening, Mr. John Gilt. John, if you will?”
The imposing man steps aside, and another man takes his place at the microphone. This new person is also nicely dressed, but doesn’t quite carry himself with the same air of absolute confidence. He’s also wearing a cowboy hat, which feels strangely out of place considering the formality of everything else.
“Thank you Jack!” the man says. His voice is warm and friendly, with the buzzing undertone of energy that a performer brings when trying to hype up a crowd. He beams at the audience and gestures widely, taking the microphone off its stand and pacing back and forth across the front of the stage.
“Most of you know how this goes by now,” he says, “but for those who may be new, allow me to explain how we do things here. We have three virgin specimens for sale this evening. When each one comes on stage, there will first be a round of ownership bidding. Ownership bids always begin at one hundred K and bidding proceeds by standard auction rules. Remember that unpurchased specimens can still be negotiated for later, once they’ve been available for rent for at least a week. However, there is no guarantee of virginity at that point, so make sure you get your bids in now if you don’t want to buy used goods.” Even from his position backstage, Tommy can see the big exaggerated wink he gives the crowd before he continues. “If no bids are submitted for ownership, then we reset and bidding moves on to round two. Round two is for deflowering rights. Bidding for deflowering will begin at five hundred dollars. Again, bidding follows standard auction rules.”
The auctioneer rubs his hands together. “Are you all ready folks? Well then, without further ado, let’s get to it! Our first lot for tonight...”
Cecil puts a hand on the shoulder of one of the other boys, the one Tommy’s age, and nods. The boy walks out onto stage.
As the auctioneer begins to recite statistics about the boy on stage—his age, height, weight, history and so on—the youth poses and preens for the crowd. Tommy’s eyes widen as the teen—Dash, according to the auctioneer—teasingly pulls up his shirt to expose one of his nipples, caressing his own body sensually. He throws his head back as though overcome with pleasure at his own actions.
Bidding begins. With the stage lights now on, Tommy can’t clearly see the people in the crowd, but from the pace of the auctioneer’s calls the competition sounds fierce. Dash winks and prances and blows kisses at the crowd, even turning around and wiggling his ass at them, resulting in a series of chuckles and cat-calls from the apparently delighted audience.
Dash ends up selling for just over two hundred and thirty-thousand dollars. Tommy sees an enormous man dressed like a bodyguard come on stage to escort him off, presumably to his new owner. He shivers.
The younger boy is sent out next. In contrast to the first youth, this one looks like he’s about to cry. Cecil has to shove him forward until he stumbles out onto the stage, looking upset and terrified.
The auctioneer says this boy is named Joshua and has only been at the facility for a few weeks. He describes the boy as “shy.” Unlike the first boy, Joshua just stands in place and stares at his feet, quaking with fear.
This is apparently a selling point for the crowd; bids are immediate and fierce. The competition is even more aggressive than the last round. The price goes up and up until the youth is sold for nearly half a million dollars. Tommy is astonished. The boy starts crying as he is escorted off the stage, trying to pull away, but he clearly has no chance of escape.
And finally, it is Tommy’s turn. He swallows. “And now, last but not least...” begins the auctioneer. Cecil gestures for Tommy to go onto stage. He forces his feet forwards.
The crowd is a sea of dark faces, eyes glittering up at him from the gloom with sharp interest. Tommy feels like meat hung in front of a pack of hungry wolves. He can do nothing but stare.
“Please welcome Nick to the stage!” says the auctioneer, gesturing at Tommy. “Nick is fifteen years old, five-foot one, and 110 pounds! The perfect quiet, obedient ornament for your bedroom, Nick is undemanding and eager to please! Now, what am I bid to take this beautiful lad home?”
The room is dead silent. The eyes continue to watch Tommy. He swallows again, painfully. It’s an odd sort of embarrassment, one he hadn’t expected; he’d never wanted to be bought, but it still somehow feels strangely humiliating to be considered less valuable than the other boys. Less desirable.
After a long pause, the auctioneer continues, “Ownership rights, going once, going twice? No ownership bids for this one.” He chuckles. “Guess all you big spenders got it out of your system with the first two, huh? Well then, let’s move on to the deflowering rights! Which of you big boys wants to take first crack at the tight, untouched little hole on this one, huh?”
Now hands begin to go up. The bidding is not as fierce as for the other two boys, but there are definitely multiple people competing for the honor to be his “first.” Tommy watches in horror as numbered paddles are raised into the air back and forth across the room. Seven hundred. Eight hundred. A thousand. Fifteen hundred.
In the end, Tommy’s theoretical virginity sells for eighteen hundred dollars. It’s not much, compared to the other boys. But in the end, it doesn’t particularly matter. In the darkness, Tommy can’t make out the face of the man who made the winning bid. Another bodyguard in a black suit comes up to escort Tommy into the crowd as the auctioneer begins his closing remarks. To Tommy’s surprise, the man leads him not to the tables but to Cecil, who has taken up a position by one of the doors to the room.
For a split second he thinks that somehow Cecil bought him, but then the man speaks. “Alright. Let’s get you back to your room so you can get ready while your customer finishes up here.” He takes Tommy by the wrist. The murmuring crowd and plush luxury fade away behind them as they make their way back down the hallways from which they came. “You’ll probably want to lube and prep yourself; there’s no telling how aggressive the customer will want to be right off the bat. Congrats on your first guest.”
He says little else. Eventually they reach the room that Tommy has been living in for the past month or more. Cecil shoves him unceremoniously towards the bed. “Get yourself ready,” he instructs. His uncompromising gaze pins Tommy in place. “It should go without saying that you are to do exactly what the customer wants.” He smiles, but it’s cold. “Just like we practiced, no? If I get any negative feedback about your performance, you know what will happen.”
“Yes sir,” says Tommy meekly. And then Cecil leaves him alone.
Tommy does as instructed and starts to lube himself up, idly sliding a slicked finger in and out of himself again and again as he loosens up his muscles and tries not to think about the future.
Eventually the doorknob turns. Tommy hurriedly pulls his shorts back up and fastens them, in case the customer is expecting him to look like he did on stage. He swallows, heart pounding rapidly in his throat.
The opening door admits not one man but two, laughing as though one had just said something funny to the other. They look at Tommy and beam. “Well then, there he is!” says one. Of the two, he is the taller, an expensively-dressed narrow-shouldered white man with tousled brown hair dyed blond at the tips. The other man is shorter and darker-skinned, with short black hair and a neatly-trimmed goatee. His blindingly white teeth sparkle as he smiles. “Hello pet,” he says. He has a slight British accent.
Tommy swallows and tries to lie enticingly, remembering Cecil’s warning. Inwardly, he’s panicking; no one had said anything about two men.
The white man licks his lips. “So nice to meet you, little Nick. You’re our anniversary present, isn’t that fantastic? I’m Jasper, and this is Malik.” He turns to the other man. “Now love, how do you want to do this?”
Malik eyes Tommy up and down appraisingly. “I leave it up to you, sweetheart.”
Jasper’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “Well then. Undress yourself, Boy. Nice and slow; put on a show for us.”
Tommy hurries to follow orders. He’s never felt very comfortable with the seduction aspects of this role, preferring to have things over with as quickly as possible. But he does his best. He teasingly lifts his shirt like he’d seen the first boy on stage do, rubbing at his nipple and sighing before pulling the garment off. Then he kneels upright on the bed and begins to slowly, painstakingly pull down his shorts.
The two men watch eagerly as Tommy’s ass is revealed to them inch by inch. Their eyes feel like they’re burning holes into Tommy. He forces himself to keep his movements slow and alluring, despite the fact that his hands are trembling.
When he finally gets the shorts down his thighs, Tommy kicks them off one leg at a time and begins to pull teasingly at the band of his briefs, running a finger along the inside.
“That’s good for now,” Malik growls, and approaches the bed. He makes himself comfortable against the pillows, leaning back, and undoes his fly, pulling his cock out into the open air. He strokes it leisurely. “Hands and knees. Suck me.”
Jasper rolls his eyes. “I thought I was the one deciding how this would go?” He begins to make his way towards the bed as well.
“Ah, well, you know I’m an impatient one,” Malik replies as he takes Tommy’s head in his hands and positions his mouth over his cock.
Jasper sighs affectionately. “It’s true. Well then, go ahead.”
At this permission, Malik pushes down on Tommy’s head and forces his mouth onto the man’s cock. Tommy struggles to swallow it in, letting it pass down into his throat as best he can. He concentrates on breathing through his nose as the man’s meat chokes him.
He feels the bed dip as Jasper climbs onto it behind him. Hands caress his lower back and cloth-covered buttocks, sliding along his skin and feeling down the insides of his thighs. “So smooth!” Jasper says with a sigh. “Ah, to be young again.”
As Malik finishes fully embedding his dick in Tommy and begins to thrust, holding the boy’s head in place, Jasper’s hands slip under the waistband of Tommy’s briefs and begin to pull them down, exposing his hole to open air. He pulls the piece of clothing down to Tommy’s knees and leaves it there, effectively cuffing Tommy’s legs together.
“Oh, what’s this?” Tommy gags slightly on Malik’s cock as he feels a long, slender finger push its way firmly and insistently into his rear entrance. “Oh my, looks like this dear little hole is already ready and waiting for us,” Jasper coos. “You must be very eager indeed to be rid of that pesky innocence of yours. Well then, who are we not to oblige, hm?”
The finger slides back out of his orifice, and after a small pause, Tommy feels something much bigger lined up at the opening. He tries to keep his muscles relaxed as Jasper begins to shove his cock inside.
Although Tommy did his best to lube himself, the slide is not easy. Jasper enters him in slow fits and starts, thrusting to get additional depth. It hurts, and Tommy can’t help but whimper.
“Thaaaaat’s it,” says Jasper. “That’s the tightness I was hoping for. What a lovely, brazen little hole you have here. Just waiting to be violated. What an honor to be your first.”
Having inched himself fully inside, Jasper begins to thrust. He and Malik coordinate their timing surprisingly well, sliding in and out of Tommy in unison, drawing back together and slamming into him simultaneously from both ends.
They go slow, neither apparently in any hurry. Tommy does his best to remain still and let them have their way, since they seem content to fuck him at their own pace. All he can do is stay there on hands and knees and feel the two cocks plunge in and out of him over and over, relentless and in no particular hurry.
Malik comes first, spraying his cum down Tommy’s throat, with Jasper following soon after as his balls twitch and he empties a load deep in Tommy’s ass. With a satisfied sigh, Jasper slips out of Tommy’s hole and collapses down on the front of the bed next to Malik, breathing heavy.
“Well, that was lovely,” says Jasper, smiling. He leans over and kisses Malik lightly, a swift peck. Then he turns to Tommy, still filled with their cum. “Be a dear and entertain us while we recover for round two, won’t you? Show us what that petite little hole of yours can do.”
Tommy’s stomach sinks, but he says nothing. All he can think about is Cecil’s warning. No matter what, this is still better than the punishment he knows could be waiting for him if he messes up. He removes the sweat-soaked briefs still around his knees and attempts a smile.
He reaches for the lube on the bedside table and applies it generously to his fingers. Malik and Jasper curl up together against the pillows, watching him idly. At the bottom of the bed, Tommy spreads his legs wide and inserts a slicked finger back into his hole. He hisses slightly in pain as he does so; the orifice is still sore from the pounding it just took. But he cuts the sound off quickly.
His hole is much messier now than it was when he first prepared himself, dripping with Jasper’s cum. His finger slides in easily as he shoves it as deep as it will go.
Tommy fucks himself on the finger, his movements accompanied by the wet squelching sounds of Jasper’s previous load. He adds a second finger to the thrusts, then a third, grinding them into himself again and again. He makes an effort to moan wantonly for the benefit of his audience.
He does his best to aim for his prostate, to get at least some pleasure out of this encounter. He thinks back to Cecil forcing him to fuck himself on a giant black dildo until he came, trying to remember the angle; he never thought he’d be grateful for the practice. His dick starts to grow hard under the ministrations of his fingers in his hole, and he reaches for it with his other hand, stroking it leisurely.
“Oh, how lovely,” Jasper coos once more. “Why don’t you tell us how you’re feeling, little Nick? What does that greedy little hole of yours want?”
Tommy bites his lip, chasing the wisps of pleasure he manages to bring himself. “Oh, it’s eager for more,” he insists. “My hole is so lonely without you. Having you inside it was so perfect, I didn’t realize that’s what I’d been craving this whole time.” He wiggles his ass on the impaling spike of his fingers. “I’ve never felt like that before. All I want is to be fucked again.”
Jasper and Malik continue to watch him in silence, casually disrobing themselves bit by bit, as Tommy performs for them, thrusting the fingers as hard as he dares into his ass. From this angle he can’t get them very deep, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Every once in a while he remembers to punctuate his ministrations with some dirty talk, groaning things like, “Mm, it feels so good to have something inside me,” and “I don’t know how I’m ever going to be satisfied again now that I know what it’s like to get fucked in the ass.”
The position is not the most comfortable, and Tommy is still in some pain from the earlier reaming his ass received, but after quite some time the pleasure of touching himself inside and out does start to win out. He’s fully hard, and he feels himself closing in on orgasm. “Oh, oh,” he moans, “it feels so good, imagining you fucking me again. I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t,” comes a growl.
Tommy gasps as he’s grabbed by the hips and wrenched forward. His fingers are unceremoniously yanked out of his ass as Malik, apparently fully hard, pulls Tommy’s ass into his lap and onto the spear of his cock.
Tommy’s hole is so well-worked open by now that it slides right in, swallowed immediately to the hilt. Tommy gasps. Malik pulls Tommy’s legs straight up on either side of him to give himself leverage for thrusting. His cock rams relentlessly into Tommy’s hole.
Jasper smiles indulgently, moving around the side of the large bed and gently but insistently removing Tommy’s hands from his own cock. Tommy whimpers at the absence, torn away from his imminent orgasm. Jasper holds both of his hands above his head by the wrists, preventing him from touching himself. At the same time he kneels next to Tommy’s head and uses his free hand to grab Tommy by the hair and turn his head sideways, inserting his cock into the boy’s mouth.
The taste is not good, and Tommy gags immediately. But Jasper’s gentleness is only surface-deep; he shows no mercy forcing his cock all the way down Tommy’s throat, chuckling once it’s all the way inside.
“Here you go,” he says cheerfully. “Just what you wanted.”
Tommy was so close to orgasm he could feel it behind his eyes, and his body is loath to give up on the idea. It insists that the cock inside him feels good, that he can still get there, that of course he wants this, doesn’t he?
Tommy whimpers and squirms as the men fuck him, rock hard and unable to help himself, close, too close, too close almost there until somehow one of Malik’s thrusts hits just right and he can’t take it anymore and comes all over his stomach and chest with a muffled shout.
The two men laugh. Jasper pets his hair. “You really do like getting fucked like this, huh?” Malik says between grunts as he continues to ram Tommy’s ass.
Now, of course, having orgasmed, Tommy is overstimulated. His nerves scream at him as Malik’s cock continues to rub against the sensitive skin of his anus and rectum, continuing to pleasure him past the point of tolerance until it dips over the other side into pain. He can’t control the soft, helpless sounds that come out of him as his body is once again assaulted from both ends.
The two men are just as leisurely as before, although their thrusts are harder this time around. They fuck Tommy with no particular rush, taking their time to plunder his body as they plunge into him again and again. Tommy feels tears prick at his eyes as the two cocks continue their assault on his orifices.
Eventually, the men come for a second time. Jasper pulls out to come on his face as Malik deposits a second load of sperm in Tommy’s ass with a satisfied sigh. Tommy coughs as the cock in his throat is abruptly yanked out and squeezes his eyes shut just before he feels the hot splash of cum hit the bridge of his nose.
Once again, the two men are breathing hard as they come down from their orgasms. “What do you think, Love?” Malik asks. “One more round?”
“Not as young as I used to be,” Jasper pants, “but I think I can manage one more. Let’s take a second to catch our breath. Boy, if you would entertain us again?”
And so Tommy, exhausted and humiliated, is forced once again to repeat his previous performance. His cock is still overstimulated from his previous orgasm, so he avoids touching it this time, but he does replace his fingers in his ass and resume a tired, half-hearted penetration.
His asshole is wet and sloppy by this point with two helpings of cum slicking up his insides. He slowly draws his fingers in and out, less fucking himself than just stretching, playing around in the slick mess that is his ass.
It takes the two men longer to recover this time, but Tommy can’t bring himself to get hard again. He’s too tired, too overwhelmed by everything. He can’t even manage much in the way of dirty talk. He hopes it can simply be enough to point his asshole towards his audience and show them all the gory details of his own penetration; perhaps they’ll be satisfied by seeing how badly they’ve wrecked his hole.
Eventually, when Tommy’s fingers are starting to get wet and pruny from being stuck up his ass so long, the men begin to grow hard again. They sit up, their expressions eager for more.
“How would you like to do this?” Jasper asks.
“Oh, I have just the thing,” says Malik. He once again pulls Tommy’s tired, wet fingers out of his own passage and drags the boy onto his lap. This time, however, he pulls Tommy upright so that they are chest to chest before sliding back into his wrecked, sloppy hole.
“Oh, perfect!” Jasper exclaims. Tommy’s eyes widen as he feels Jasper come up behind him and realizes their intentions. Two pairs of hands grasp at his hips, lifting him, as a second cock lines itself up at his entrance.
Tommy cries out as another cock begins to penetrate him, shoving its way in alongside the first. Jasper grasps his buttocks and pulls them apart to give himself more room to wedge his dick inside. It’s a tight fit, but his hole slowly but surely stretches to allow the second intruder entrance to his passage.
Inch by inch, Tommy’s own weight forces him down onto the pair of spikes, cleaving him open as both cocks disappear into him. “Ah, please!” he starts to protest, but his fear of punishment stops him from adding more.
Finally, fully seated in him for the third time, the two men begin to thrust. It’s all Tommy can do to hold on as the splitting girth of the pair of cocks forces him wide open, grinding into him again and again. It’s like Cecil’s giant dildo all over again, but much worse. Much worse because it’s skin and friction and he has no control over it. It doesn’t just sit inside him, but moves and thrusts and works him more and more open.
“Since your mouth is free,” Jasper murmurs in his ear, “why don’t you tell us how much you appreciate our attention? After all, we’re giving you all we’ve got.”
Tommy is horrified. They expect him to do what? After everything, after all this, they want him to pretend he likes it? His breath catches in his throat until a particularly vicious thrust makes him gasp. A hand petting his hair tightens warningly in the strands.
“O-oh,” Tommy stutters, trying desperately to find the words. “Oh, it’s so... it’s so much, I can’t... I had no idea...”
He swallows. “Your cocks are so huge. I can barely take it. Yes, you’re- oh, you’re so big. I didn’t know I- I could feel like this...”
“Oh yeah?” Malik growls. “You want it?”
“Yes!” Tommy lies. “Yes! More, harder! Split me in half!”
The two men oblige, thrusting with such sudden ferocity that Tommy screams. They pound him hard, even going so far as to grab his hips and force him down with each thrust. Tommy feels like he’s going to black out as the double-penetration continues, two thick cocks forced deep inside him over and over and over, fucking him to within an inch of his life. Tears stream down his face as he chokes out further encouragement. “Oh yeah! So good!”
The last round continues as long as the first two combined. At least it feels that way to Tommy. The pounding goes on and on and on. Although he’s not sure, he thinks that maybe he does pass out a little halfway through, only to come to once more to the continued sensation of being broken in half by the two men’s efforts.
Finally, finally, finally, it ends. With a harsh final few thrusts, he feels the men’s balls twitch and sobs with relief as the final two loads of cum are shot up inside him. He collapses as soon as the men pull out, spent and exhausted, unable to do more than lie on his side and heave in broken breaths.
“Now that’s what I call the sign of a good evening,” Malik says with a chuckle, looking down at him.
“We’ve definitely wrung every last drop of pleasure out of his body, haven’t we?” Jasper says, sounding fond. “Appropriate for a first time, I think.” He leans forward and gives Malik a little kiss. “Happy anniversary, Darling.”
“Happy anniversary, Love,” Malik responds.
They clean themselves up and leave Tommy utterly destroyed on the bedspread, exiting the way they came. Tommy lies motionless for a long time after they’ve gone, too exhausted to move.
And the worst part—the absolute worst of it all!—is that Tommy knows this is only the first day. There’s more of this to come. Who knows how long he’ll have to recover before the next customer? And the next, and the next? The future stretches forward in his mind, an endless parade of such humiliations. He closes his eyes and passes out into dreamless unconsciousness.