Hey everyone, this is the start of a series and it's my first series. so please comment and tell me what you think and what you'd like to happen next! as always, everyone involved in this story is a fictional character and is over 18.
The curtains drew back and for a second I was blinded by the light, and then I saw our audience. About twenty older men in suits, smoking cigars and groping their crotches. I looked to the left of me, at my fellow slaves. All with lean, well built bodies, wearing nothing but a pink chastity cage and a collar with their respective names on it. They all looked young, no older then twenty. All hairless from below the nose.
I was one of them.
We were all kneeling on the stage. What my old name was didn't matter anymore. My new name however was Buster. We were all given stereotypical dog names like Buddy or Dug. I was the scrawniest of the slaves and would probably be worth the least. I had broad shoulders and a skinny waist, but there wasn't any muscle on my body. I didn't look like how a slave should look.
Perhaps I should give you a little bit of context as to what happened to me for me to end up here. I grew up in an abusive household and was repeatedly beaten and starved. It was hell. As soon as I turned 18 I left without ever turning back. But I was homeless. And it turned out the streets were even rougher than my old home. Food banks turned me away and begging on the streets was no good.
The nights bled into months and before I knew it, I had been homeless for a year. It was the worst year of my life. However one day, an attractive older man in leather trousers and a leather jacket came up to me with a charming smile.
"How would you like to get off the streets for good?" He asked without even saying his name.
"What would I have to do?" I asked, a little apprehensive.
"I'm sure you've heard of BDSM." I gave a short nod, still a little scared.
"Well, within the gay BDSM community there is a trade of willing boy subs who are bought and sold. We would need to train you a bit, but you have everything it takes. Don't worry, of course you can say no. But if you say yes, you could be owned by a fit hunky master who would feed you, clothe you and put a roof over your head." He explained.
I weighed up my options and realised I had nothing left to lose. So I said yes. Over the next six months I was brutally trained on how to be the perfect slave. And now it was time for auction, for me to find my new master. But honestly, my chances weren't looking that great. My body wasn't muscular like the others which instantly dropped my value and the demand to have me.
I had excellent facial bone structure that made me look handsome, but masters did not look at our faces, they looked at our bodies. My only asset was my eight inch dick that was locked in a pink chastity cage so I couldn't even show that off.
"And this here, is Buster." The auctioneer said at the stand, holding the gavel in one hand and gesturing to me with the other.
"Buster is perfect for any masters who are looking for a project, to mould the body in which ever way you want. He is a blank canvas with a cute face and a large cock." The auctioneer was doing his best to make me sound desirable, but I didn't know if it was enough.
"I'll start the bidding." The auctioneer said after going over the last few slaves in the line.
When it came to bidding they started at the right of the line and worked their way down. I mostly blanked out for the next hour, I didn't hear my name so I knew I wasn't being bid on yet. I heard some very large numbers being thrown around, but apart from that I wasn't really listening.
"Buster."
Hearing my new name brought me back into reality, I was suddenly aware of my surroundings.
"The opening bid is $200,000." That's good, at least I was still worth something.
"$250,000." A raspy voice shouted out.
