I know when the idea arose, but am not quite sure if it was hector or eric who came up with it first. I only remember that I was rather reluctant about it. I had already played with them in their role as my personal slaveboy a number of times and on a couple of occasions I had a threesome with them. At the end of that last session, while talking about all sorts of things, the idea was put forward to arrange a slave auction. My place would be the ideal location for it, they both believed: a large 17th century house, surrounded by an enormous garden, which makes it all very private. My slaveboy eric had only had experience with me as his Master, and had never played with anyone else in this manner - it would be hard for him to assist to arrange a crowd to participate in a slave auction. However, slave hector had a much wider experience and had played with a number of Masters, often together with one or two other slaves. He thought he might be able to do some networking to get enough slaves interested to submit and present themselves on the block, and a number of Masters to complete the party. I recall that they both got very excited while talking about the plan and that I decided to discipline them at the spot for getting carried away too much.
I gave them the choice between 25 swats with my bare hand or 10 with the riding crop, everything to be delivered on their bare butts. Since they could not make up their minds on what to choose, I made it easy for them. I would first give each of them 5 swats with the crop while I had them neatly bent over a couch, next to each other; legs wide apart, balls visibly hanging down between them, their _c_o_c_k_s rock hard; hector's brown and eric's white arse stuck up in the air, nicely presented for their favourite punishment. A pleasing view for the Master's eye. First five slow ones for hector; having delivered them, I stroked his nice firm brown cheeks and gently squeezed his balls and _c_o_c_k_, which nearly made him come. The next five landed on slave eric's firm white buttocks, which also felt really good when I touched them afterwards. I let my hand and fingers wander through his crack and move towards his balls and _c_o_c_k_. It was rock hard, but I knew from experience that he would not be able to come again so soon after having been sucked dry by slave hector. I softly pushed my index finger against his sphincter, which readily gave way. Thereafter, I had first hector and then eric lie across my lap on the bed for a good hand spanking - 15 hard ones, alternating between cheeks. I kindly let them show their gratitude afterwards, which they did with such enthusiasm, using hands, mouths, tongues, teeths, and any sensuous part of their and my body, that I came in the most fantastic way in hector's mouth. I made hector lie on his back and let him masturbate, while I played with his nipples and balls and eric kissed him most sensuously. It did not take long before his cum landed on his tight brown belly. None of this destroyed their idea of a slave market, however.
After the two slaveboys had left, I thought a bit more bout their wild ideas and wondered if it could be arranged, already giving way and beginning to assume that I would not put my foot down and simply refuse. I must admit, I was getting quite turned on by the whole idea. It would have to be in summer, when my wife would be abroad for a couple of months. A Thursday would have to be the day to go for, as this is the day that eric takes off (he runs a restaurant together with his boyfriend). Some of the slaves I had played with before would be quite willing to take a day off for this event. I could probably bring 5 to 10 slaves together on my own. Most of these could go on the auction block, while others might be of service in different ways. For example, I could invite slave martin, who loves to be humiliated and treated as a prisoner. Martin is around 40, intelligent, short and slim, no special looks; he would not do very well on the auction block, I think, but he might be good to have around. Last time he was over on a Saturday, I had him clean the bathroom and kitchen, dressed in his tiny gym shorts and T-shirt, leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, a slave collar round his neck, with a chain attached. He also neatly polished all my shoes, which were terribly dirty after a trip to Russia. He did a better job with the shoes than in the bathroom; I guess the application of the cane and belt to his bare backside must have driven the message across that I did not accept any sloppy jobs. He gives a great blow job and considers a good beating as a sign that his Master gives him the attention he is craving for.
I still remember how I tied marin up on the bed, lying on his back, legs high up in the air, attached to a beam above, blindfolded, clamps on his nipples, his vulnerable slave arse exposed to receive the cane and belt. I instructed him to count the strokes and thank me when he felt he had had enough. I started with some slow and soft strokes, then changed the rhythm and strength. Some of the strokes must have really hurt. He counted 75 before he thanked me. Afterwards I made us some pizza, which he ate while sitting at my feet on the floor. For dessert, I let him suck my _c_o_c_k_ and swallow my semen. He would have been quite happy to be chained to my bed and sleep on the floor, but I told him to take his cuffs and collar off and had him share the bed with me for the night. After he gave me another blow job, I fell asleep until early in the morning. I got another blow job, before going to work in my study. At 9 o'clock I got that lazy slave out of my bed and had him wash and suck me under the shower. After a good breakfast, he left. I watched his car stop in front of the gate, which I opened electronically from inside to let him go through, leaving behind a fantastic experience for both of us. Surely, I would do slave martin a favour if I let him prepare the garden shed for the auction and let him be around to be of service to the buyers. Some of them might even like to give him a good spanking, perhaps in public in front of the slaves that were to be sold on the block. That would give him the humiliation which he thrives on.
There are two other slaves that might be interested: slave renato and slave leo, both bi_s_e_x_ual. They are around 30, 1.80 m and quite sturdily built. Renato lives alone; leo lives with his girlfriend and his two children; he gets permission to play with men, as long as he lets his girlfriend know when and where. I have played with them once - separately, that is. They are both very submissive and willing to serve, but do not like a spanking other than a light one by hand. Fine with me, as long as I can tie them up and they do what they are told: using hands, tongue, mouths and whatever else, to excite me, with lots of attention given to my nipples. I am not sure they could find the time, but I had the idea that they would be quite willing to be taken to the slave market, carefully examined by potential buyers, and auctioned off to the highest bidder, who could play with them within previously established limits in one of the many rooms in my house.
There is slave max, of course, who might be interested. He has a side to him which I don't care to explore, but he is fine to play with. He brings his own toys, neatly stacked in an attaché case; cuffs, tit clamps, slave collar, dildos, whips, women's cloth and shoes (which I never unpack). One of his favourites is his whip with about 20 leather strips attached to a handle. It is the kind that I only use when a slave expresses a particular desire to be at the receiving end of it. If he does, I have him present his bare arse, pushed up high to give me an excellent target and view, and make him count the strokes - none of them delivered with greater force than obviously appreciated. Max loves to get his hide tanned like this. It makes him willing to do anything he is told.
There is slave paul, of course. He has never been to my place, but I have visited him to play with him in his apartment. He is very submissive, loves a good spanking and sucks well. This slave would be desperately keen to take off the few bits of clothing he wore while being on display with other slaves. After stepping on the auction block he would be most willing to strip, show his erect prick, expecting to be beaten with a belt on his arse there and then, and to masturbate in front of the potential buyers. He would put on a great show to make them bid high so as to be sold off to a Master who would use him as the Master pleased and slave paul enjoys. He would even be willing to take a more severe beating than the spanking with hand and belt that he normally gets, just to finally make his long-treasured fantasy come true. He would be excellent material for the event.
I was also thinking of slave hank, a very submissive, married, tall, blond guy, just under forty, who feels that a session is most satisfying when he gets the whip across his bare backside; one like max's favourite, leaving thin welts and red stripes on his buttocks. He has a vast collection of spanking videos and toys; he is a bit rough and can't really keep his hands of his _c_o_c_k_ while in a session. I guess some appropriate punishment and restraints might have to prevent that if he were to be present at the event.
There were also a number of bi_s_e_x_ual married men who would love the opportunity to participate in session, if only they would be able to arrange it with their work and partners. Come to think of it: lots of my playmates are actually married or have a long relationship with a female partner.
The only problem with my collection was, that there is too much white and not enough colour in it. There was slave hector, of course, but I wanted him as my slave-assistant and did not want him to appear on the block. This might disappoint him, but I had decided it would be the absolute condition for me to go ahead with my planning. Anyway, I would need his help to get a few more slaveboys in, preferably coloured, and to attract some Masters as potential buyers. He would be the only one to trust to get the right persons in. Five or six would do, I guess, with ten to fifteen slaves to be sold off or taking care of other duties, like hector and martin. I don't want them to be too young, as there always is a fair chance they chicken out and spoil the show. The preferred age limits for my slaveboys are 25 to 35; anyone older than that must have special assets. Masters at the planned auction should be between 30 and 45, I thought. Safe, discrete, hygienic, and willing to respect any limits would be the keywords.
On the day before the auction, slave martin arrived early in the afternoon, to carry out all the orders so as to have the garden shed transformed into an appropriate site for the slave auction. Hector took care of the supervision and had the shed transformed into something you could only dream of. He considered that the occasional blow job by slave martin was a suitable payment for his activities. Nobody objected. I made sure I got to use hector in the afternoon in private, while martin was slaving away in the garden shed. One large room in the house was to be used for the arriving slaves, to get into their kit to be worn during the auction, before they would step on the block. Showers were available close to this slave room for those who had to travel long distances. Slaves have to be clean! Instruments for punishment from slave hector's own collection would be on display to imprint the correct message into the arriving slaves; slaves could bring their own toys, if they wanted. Slave martin stayed for the night, so as to be ready early in the morning to arrange the garden furniture on the lawn. The slave catalogue was placed on the table, for those who forgot to download their own. The catalogue had been neatly compiled by hector; it contained all the stats of the slaves, their preferences and limits that were to be respected under all circumstances. A self-service bar was available for the thirsty ones - no alcohol before the auction, but plenty of it for later on the day.
Hector was the first to arrive on his mountain bike on Thursday morning, dressed immaculately in white, knee-length jeans and white T-shirt, decorated with an interesting design of a yellow lion on the back. A wide black leather belt contrasted nicely with his jeans and T-shirt. A black studded slave collar would be added for further contrast as soon as he had collected several guests from the station in my car; all guests that were to play as slaves were due before midday. The Masters would arrive after 2 PM. The slave guests were allowed to sit on the furniture that was arranged for the Masters, until hector was ready to take them inside where he would supervise the preparations of the slaves preceding my inspection. Gradually the slaves moved inside, to have showers, some food and drinks, and then assembled in the room reserved for the slaves, where they would be mentally and physically prepared for what was about to happen. It would be a nice slave collection, largely thanks to hector's connections. A special boy, not because of his character and attractive appearance, but because of his vivid imagination and brains (and obviously a good network!).
When I entered the room in which hector had collected all the slaves that were to be auctioned, I noticed that one of them, slave kurt, was still completely dressed and nonchalantly sitting on a chair. All the others had stripped off their clothes as commanded, folded them neatly on a chair about a meter behind them, and stood ready for inspection by me: legs apart, hands laced behind their heads, all of them with their _c_o_c_k_s stiffening or fully erect. Two young twin boys were standing in the middle of the row: hassan and brahin, Arabian, with some European genes mixed in which might well account for their _c_o_c_k_s being uncircumcised. They drew my special attention, not only because of their very attractive appearance, but also because they had expressed to be willing to perform together on the block and wanting to be sold together. I would certainly try hard for them to serve me after the auction, one way or another. At 24 years old, the two Arabian slaveboys were the youngest of the lot; well-built, slim waist line, nice curly hair, lovely eyes. At the far right was a black stud, slave henry, with a truly enormous penis, even when half flaccid like it was now. His large balls were hanging low between his muscular legs. Walking around him, I appreciated his nicely shaped firm black cheeks, that enjoyed a good beating, according to the catalogue. Somewhere in the middle was slaveboy francesco, a good-looking Italian. All 13 of them were worth watching as well as touching and getting more aroused as I inspected them.
The only dressed slave, kurt, was a well-built, handsome, sturdy blond slave, of about 95 kg and almost 2 m tall in his late thirties. He was dressed in tight light-brown jeans with a brown belt and T-shirt. When he noticed I had entered the room, he assumed the required submissive slave position. I walked up to him, with hector in tow. "Why is that slave not naked like all the others?" "I told him to strip and get ready, Sir, but he refused to follow my instructions." "What do you have to say for yourself, slave kurt?" His answer would earn him a severe punishment, as he was well aware of: "I cannot take orders from a mere slaveboy, Sir, certainly not from a coloured pip-squeak like that one." Since kurt had been brought in by hector, I already knew from hector as well as from my reading through the catalogue that his refusal to strip and his answer to my question were the usual challenges that would earn him the punishment he was craving for. "Turn around and grab your ankles!" With his arse turned towards the assembled slaves, he would present a nice show for all of them to watch. I ordered hector to get me the riding crop and stroked slave kurt's bottom, back and legs while hector brought the crop. After he had handed it to me, I delivered six hard ones on his upturned arse. "Thank you, Sir. I deserved that, Sir." "Now take off your belt and strip." He handed me the belt and quickly took off all his clothes, displaying his hairy chest and large genitals, then assumed the same position as before for further punishment. A fine show for the rest of the crowd to enjoy. I gave him ten with his own belt and then ordered him to take his place amongst the line of other slaves, assuming the same position. His now fully erect _c_o_c_k_ was enormous, above a sac of very large balls, which I took in my hand and squeezed until he moaned. "Legs further apart, slave!" I then told hector to move closer, unbuttoned his fly and took his erect, prick out. "Kneel, slave kurt, and suck that brown _c_o_c_k_ to show your obedience and willingness to follow hector's orders!" He did as told - with pleasure, by the look of it - and made my slaveboy hector come in just a few minutes. He swallowed the load and licked him clean before hector buttoned up again, a grin of satisfaction on his face. Some of the slaves in the line looked slightly concerned: would they also receive such a treatment if they stepped out of line? The simple answer was 'yes', provided this was within the limits they had given beforehand. Anyway, the slight concern about what might happen add to the atmosphere and pleasure they would get out of the session.
Having established beyond a shadow of a doubt who was the Master, who were the slaves and who was the slave-assistant who took my instructions and had to be obeyed by the other slaves, it was time to move ahead so as to have all the slaves ready before the Masters were due to arrive. I walked behind the row of slaves, feeling their bare arses, exploring their cracks, and slapping the bottoms of those I knew enjoyed it most, like my own slaveboy eric. I then walked in front of the line, pinching some nipples, stroking some hard _c_o_c_k_s and squeezing the balls of some of the slaves. I told hector to get slave martin, who was sitting in a corner, cuffs around his wrists and ankles, a light chain attaching his slave collar to a leg of a heavy table. Led by the chain, he crawled towards the line of waiting slaves, where I had him kneel in front of slave kurt. The kneeling slave was dressed in his skimpy shorts that occasionally let his prick escape as he was not wearing any underwear; a worn-out singlet was all else he had on. I tied the chain around slave kurt's _c_o_c_k_ and balls and told martin: "Suck him good, but don't let him come, or you will both be very sorry!" The other slaves now had to kneel on the floor and had a slave collar placed around their necks by hector. G-strings were handed to the slaves to cover their genitals - which was hardly possible for some of the better endowed ones - leaving their bare arses exposed. The black stud, slave henry, started to complain about the size of the G-string that was handed to him. His complaints earned him several slaps on his cheeks; however, since he did have a point, as his enormous organ, now fully erect, would not possibly fit into the small pouch, I ordered hector to look for a slightly bigger one. The team looked nice, when all were covered in just their G-strings. Wide, short singlets with large holes to put their arms through covered somewhat more of their nudity, but left their navels and nipples clearly visible. Small shorts, cut so that the top of the crack of their arses was just visible, were handed to them to put on. Leather cuffs were thrown on the floor, to be placed on wrists and ankles. The slaves that were particularly slow to get into their gear were encouraged with a few strokes of the riding crop on their thinly covered arses. While all the slaves got ready, kurt was doing his best not to come - which was not easy, considering the expert job being done by slave martin. I took the chain back from slave kurt, and handed it to hector to drag slave martin back to his place near the table. I slapped kurt's bare arse and told him to get ready double quick. The slaves' hands were tied on their backs and their collars connected via light chains. The line was ready to move to the site of the auction. The smallest at the front, a youngish Japanese slaveboy with lovely long hair, parted in the middle, was led on a leash by hector; an Indian beauty was second in the line, followed by eric and then a mixture of other slaves of different races, all willingly led to the auction block . The tallest black one at the back was connected to kurt, who was just a bit shorter, but equally well-endowed so that his shorts bulged at the front leaving little to the imagination what was covered. They were marched off through the garden to the place where they were going to be on display for the Masters who were now arriving and settling down for drinks on the lawn in the garden, commenting on the passing line of scantily dressed slaves while leafing through the catalogue with information about the merchandise. In the garden shed the slaves were lined up on a kind of narrow well-lit podium parallel to the wall, about half a meter above the floor. Hector chained their wrist cuffs to a beam above their heads and their ankle cuffs were connected with bolts in the podium, so that their legs were kept wide. I walked around the podium, slapping some of the bottoms with a leather belt and fondling some _c_o_c_k_s and balls to check if they were still erect. I stepped on the podium to pinch some the nipples, easily accessible through the arm holes in their wide singlets. The chains that connected their slave collars were removed and hector attached name tags to the collars. The name tags corresponded to the names in the catalogue. The slave catalogue had been mailed to the potential buyers a week before the day of the auction. The slaves were now ready for inspection by the buyers, in advance of being led, one at the time, to the auction block under a spotlight, placed at the narrow end of the shed. They would have to take off any of their garments when ordered and assume any position as told. Some might have to show their reaction to punishment; others might have to perform a masturbation show, if this took a Master's fancy. They were there to obey and please their Masters. I ordered hector to get slave martin, who would be chained to the wall, sitting on the floor in a corner of the shed, in case anyone needed him for whatever purpose, for example to demonstrate the response of a slaveboy to having his _c_o_c_k_ sucked.
It was time to for slaveboy hector to usher the Masters in .......
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