Carl and Evin Bought and Paid For

At five o'clock the next evening Doreen shouted up the stairs that Carl's taxi had arrived. She had given Carl a particularly rigorous milking that morning then pored over his body for the slightest sign of a hair but had foregone the afternoon milking, perhaps so as not to ruin the experience Helen's mother had bought for her daughter at the auction. Carl could sense that Doreen was feeling sensitive about letting him out of her control for the first time, even though it had been her idea to auction him, which meant she was a little frosty with him, something that always really hurt.

Carl came down the stairs looking -- Doreen thought -- stunning. He was scrubbed and clean-looking, his hair still wet from the shower, wearing a tight polo shirt that showed off his nipples and the skin-tight chinos that showed off pretty much everything else. She almost changed her mind about sending him out into the hands of another woman -- a girl in his own class and her friends! -- but thought the embarrassment of explaining why she had had a change of heart and the whole issue of the money that had been paid was too much. She would just have to bite her lip and wait for him to come home.

She had already signed a waiver to say that the 'purchaser' could do whatever they liked with Carl excluding using his penis for penetration. As much as she had put Carl through over the last few weeks, he was, as far as she knew, still a virgin. And it did seem that to take that from him was a bit much, especially when the person doing it had just paid money not put in weeks of work like Doreen had: if anyone was going to take that particular honour, it was going to be her.

'Well, be good...' she said to him as he stood at the front door, waiting for her permission to leave.

'I'll try,' he replied with a smile so heartbreakingly cute Doreen couldn't help herself reaching up to kiss him full on the mouth while caressing the obvious bulge in his trousers almost as a final goodbye to this penis and these balls that had brought her so much pleasure over the last however long it was. She felt the predictable stirring in Carl's trousers and took a long look at the growing bulge before she opened the door and ushered him out to the taxi.

...

Kevin was not 'owned' in the way that Carl was and he had spent the week doing his best to hide from his mother what had happened at the auction -- the stripping, the groping, the milking -- and what was due to happen to him now that he had been 'sold'. He didn't know if she'd been told of what had gone on but he said nothing and she said nothing either.

During the week, he and Carl had been texting each other. Superficial stuff to start with, new friend stuff, then they touched on what had happened at the auction, how it had felt and soon they were communicating on a deeper level about their feelings, their need for attention, the thrill they got when a woman took control of their body, of the strange erotic shame of being displayed and played with. Even talking about it made Kevin hard and during some of their text conversations he would be wanking his thick cock just picturing the things that they were talking about. Carl told him of some of his own experiences at the hands of Doreen, her friends, the people at the conference, the girls in the biology lesson and the art class and Kevin couldn't help but feel envious, imagining himself being exploited like that.

When his mother called him down because there was a taxi waiting, he got a thrill strong enough to make his cock thicken in the new underwear he had bought especially. They had been expensive but he thought that if he was going to be seen in them then it was worth it. And even he had to admit that the tight, white, stretchy fabric did make his penis look incredible: you could see everything from the ridge of the helmet to the tube running underneath that would presumably soon be pumping semen for the enjoyment of some old ladies.

As he ran down the stairs to go out to the cab, his mother caught sight of him. 'Where are you going in a taxi looking so handsome?' she said casually, which made him think she had no idea about the auction or about what he was going out to do now.

'Oh, just out with friends,' he said. 'I shouldn't be late.' Then he was out of the door and almost running down the garden path towards the waiting taxi.

...

When Carl's taxi pulled up in front of Helen's house, he realised how her mother could afford such a lavish present for her daughter's 18th birthday. It was massive. These people were loaded. He walked to the front door, rang and waited. His heart was beating and, even though he didn't find Helen in the least bit attractive, he had to admit he was excited about what was about to take place.

The door eventually opened and it was Helen's mother, who seemed excited herself. 'It's him!' she shouted over her shoulder as she ushered Carl into a huge entrance hall. As he took in the surroundings, he could tell she was appraising him: his face, his chest with the prominent nipples, the trousers with the prominent bulge and, he supposed, as she got him to go ahead of her, his backside.

He walked into a huge sitting room where Helen and two other young women were waiting with glasses of wine on the table in front of them. 'Look who I found outside...' said Helen's mother, thinking she was being funny. Helen, in some sort of dress with long white socks, which looked a bit weird and babyish on an 18-year-old girl, rolled her eyes, every bit the teenager. 'Where do you want him?' added Helen's mother, positioning Carl in front of the girls who simply sat and looked at this tall, beautiful young man standing in front of them in clothes so tight they could practically see right through them.

The two friends -- Lucy, a milk-white girl with glasses who was so thin and pale you could almost see through her, and Dee, who was darker skinned with what looked like facial hair -- had only ever seen Carl at school and he had clearly never noticed them before. Now he was here for their pleasure. Their hearts beat almost visibly.

...

As Kevin's car drew up to Restful Beeches, he was actually a little impressed. He'd always thought old people's homes would be dreary-looking places but this was quite big, had a fairly nice garden and even if there were obvious signs of older people -- railings everywhere, a ramp up to the front door -- it basically looked like a fairly grand private home.

He rang the bell and through the glass door saw Lily, the plump blonde who had milked him in front of everyone in the auction room, trotting towards him, ready to let him in. 'Oh, Kevin,' beamed Lily, 'you're right on time. We're waiting for you.'

She looked Kevin up and down, remembering holding his thick penis in her hand just the night before, putting her finger in his hole, coaxing that creamy sperm from him... then drinking it. She had thought about that all night: his sperm swimming around inside of her and now here he was again.

'Just follow me through,' she said, touching him on the arm. 'Everyone is excited to meet you.' They walked along a corridor with old-lady-type wallpaper, hung with old-lady-style paintings and into a large lounge area where ten or so women, from around 60 to really very old, were sitting around in a circle.

'Here's Kevin,' said Lily, presenting him with her hands as if he were a prize on a TV quiz show... which he kind of was. The women all looked at him -- appraised him -- from his dark hair to his handsome face to his broad shoulders, his broad chest, narrow waist and delicious-looking bulge - and smiled, giggled and turned to each other and whispered. 'And Kevin is here to do whatever we want... So, I hope you all have some good ideas.'

...

'Can I get you a drink or anything?' said Helen's mum, as if Carl was just another guest in her house.

'No, thank you, Mrs...'

'Oh, call me Carol. And don't worry. I won't be hanging about spoiling everyone's fun. I'll be upstairs watching TV. So, girls... I was going to say behave yourselves but that's not really the point, is it? I just hope you realise how lucky you are to have such a handsome young man to play with.' And she walked towards the stairs leaving Carl standing in front of these three awkward, unattractive girls from his class, none of whom could think of anything to say.

'Would you like to sit down?' asked Helen who was gawping at Carl, at his blond hair, his clear eyes, his incredible body and the balls and cock in the front of his chinos. She pulled a chair over from the dining area so that while the girls were slouching on the sofa, he was sitting upright in front of them. Carl wanted to say something, just to break the atmosphere but it was such a strange situation and he really had nothing in common with these girls.

'Carl,' said Helen eventually. 'I want to sit on your lap.'

'Please...' said Carl, indicating that she could if she wanted.

She walked over and took a seat on Carl's lap sideways on. Their faces were level -- Carl's beauty, Helen's plainness -- and Helen couldn't help herself from reaching out and touching his face, stroking him, then leaned forward to kiss his cheek, his chin, his lips. Carl could feel her tongue trying to find its way into his mouth so he opened up and let it in, kissing her back as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his face into hers. All this time she was wriggling on Carl's lap, clearly trying to turn him on... and it was working: she could feel Carl's beautiful cock start to swell under her and felt a buzzing inside.

Helen's dilemma was that, although she was supposed to be sharing Carl with Lucy and Dee, she wanted him for herself. She wanted her friends to be envious of her but she couldn't expect them just to sit there while she did what she wanted with Carl. So she stood up and said, 'Lucy, do you want to have a sit on Carl's lap?'

Lucy walked over and as Helen stood, she took her place on the now obvious erection in Carl's trousers. As pale and shy as she looked, she wasted no time in pushing her tongue into Carl's mouth, forcing him to kiss her back while she got her hand under her own backside and started to feel Carl's now hard penis, grip it tight, almost too tight. Helen was taking all this in and in a very short moment said, 'OK, enough. Dee?'

'Oh, that's OK,' said Dee. 'But I would like Carl to stand up so I can see what he has in his trousers.'

Lucy reluctantly climbed off Carl at which he stood up while all three girls back on the sofa openly looked at the long hard bulge in his chinos and the damp spot where precum was obviously leaking out of him. 'Mmmm, Carl, that looks gorgeous,' said Helen, moving towards him and running her hand up and down the bulge.

...

'So, what do we want Kevin to do for us first?' said Lily to the room.

'I'd like to see him dance,' said a woman, probably in her 80s, with badly-applied make-up and hands that were almost entirely covered in brown liver spots.

'Great idea, Maud,' said Lily, moving towards a shelf that had an old-fashioned tape and CD player on it, which started playing the sort of disco that Kevin's parents liked. 'Go ahead, Kevin. Dance for us.'

Kevin blushed feeling foolish but decided probably the best way to get over his shyness was to really go for it -- fake it till you make it -- and started dancing seductively to the records. The women clapped their hands as Kevin gyrated his hips in front of them, caressing his own body with his hands, turning round and round so they could see him from every angle...

'Take your shirt off,' shouted another woman, even older-looking as she clapped. Kevin started unbuttoning his shirt, taking it slow, turning to each of the women as he danced. When it was open, they cheered as Kevin slipped it off and whirled it over his head.

'Now, the trousers...' shouted the woman who had asked for the shirt.

'No!' said the original woman, Maud. 'We should take them off for him...'

'Yes!' agreed the second woman. 'Me first.'

Kevin danced over to her and wiggled in front of her, leaning down so she could run her wrinkly hands over his perfect abs and chest. The other ladies were whooping and clapping and shouting 'me next, me next' until he had visited all of them and let them rub his hands all over his naked torso, tweak his nipples, grope his bum until he got back to Maud and led her hands to the button on the top of his trousers. He could feel the scratchiness of her nails as she fumbled and when she finally got it undone, she took the top of his zip and edged it down, caressing the visible bulge as she crossed it.

With his trousers open, Kevin danced around a little more, wiggling his backside at the cheering ladies and occasionally grabbing his crotch, at which they cheered even more. Then, scooping each trainer off with the other foot, he went over to the woman who was even older than Maud and who turned out to be called Jan, standing in front of her, encouraged her with his eyes to take his trousers down. She didn't need very much persuading. She pulled from the waistband, over his by now prominent bulge and then down over his muscular thighs until the trousers were pooled round his ankles.

Still half-dancing, he pushed his crotch in the stretchy new underwear towards her, inviting her to reach out and touch it, which she did. And while she was caressing it, cupping his balls, looking round at the other women in the room with an 'aren't I naughty?' look on her face, Kevin started to get seriously hard.

Going back around the circle, he allowed each of the other women to reach out and squeeze his cock, feel his balls, squeeze his arse cheeks, with Lily drawing him closer to her so she could feel everything and then nuzzle her face into his crotch. Going back to Maud, she picked her glass of water from the table by her armchair and poured it down the front of him so that his underwear immediately went see-through, to another cheer from the room, who could now see every detail of his thick, hard cock -- the veins, the hair, even the pee-hole.

...

After running her hands over Carl's bulge for a few minutes while looking from it to her friends with a look of glee, Helen looked up into Carl's face and said, 'I want you to look at me the whole time. Understand?' Carl nodded and held her gaze, realising it was her way of owning him no matter what the other girls did to him.

And while he looked at this plain, dumpy girl, her face glowing with pleasure, she looked back at his crotch and put her stubby little fingers to his waistband and started to undo the button to his chinos. Then she took the zip and slowly unzipped him over his bulge, crouching down as she slid the trousers down his smooth hairless legs to his ankles. Doreen had allowed Carl to wear the same stretchy white underwear he wore at the auction rather than the usual pouch panties, which meant that Helen's round little face was inches from the clear vision of Carl's cock with its prominent helmet and a very visible precum stain. She pushed her cheek into it, smiling with her eyes closed. Her friends were watching and thought she looked a little mad.

Then, leading Carl by the hand back to the sofa -- 'Remember, you have to look at me' -- she sat down between her friends and, with Carl's bulge right in their faces, began to caress it, pulling Dee and Lucy's hands onto Carl's cock and balls until all three of them were squeezing the shaft, weighing the balls in their hands, each mesmerised by the sight in front of them and stealing little 'can you believe this' glances at each other as they owned the genitals of the best-looking boy in their school. Then Helen started to pull the briefs down. They got caught on Carl's now fully erect cock, so she dipped her fingers into the briefs and pulled them out over it so that it pinged up when it was released.

With their faces so close Carl could feel their breath on his balls, Helen took the cock in her hand and started to move the foreskin up and down while Lucy held his balls and Dee fished around under his balls to feel his perineum. The precum was creating a froth at the end of the cock, which first Helen, then the others dipped their fingers into and tasted, looking at each other with looks of 'delicious' on their faces. Helen, of course, had drunk Carl's whole load at the auction the previous day, but this was the first time Lucy and Dee had ever touched a cock let alone tasted precum.

...

With the ladies of Restful Beeches now enjoying the sight of Kevin's thick hard cock through underwear that was basically see-through, Lily decided it was time that the briefs should come off. 'So, who wants to be the lucky lady to remove the last item of clothing from our young man?' she asked the room.

'I do!' said a woman, probably late 60s, who was so overweight she was wedged into her armchair. She was round of face, heavy of bosom with thighs that packed the chair so that they were pressed together. She had made an effort with make-up but there was more lipstick on her teeth than her actual lips and her hair looked hard enough to knock.

'OK, Susan. He's all yours,' said Lily, directing Kevin in Susan's direction with her eyes. Kevin moved towards her, noticing that her tongue was frantically licking her lips while her eyes were locked on Kevin's visible bulge and her thighs were squeezing and unsqueezing, probably to work her vagina, Kevin thought.

She reached out her chubby arms for him, drew him towards her by his thighs and lost no time in hooking her hands in the waistband of his wet underwear and drawing them seductively down so that his cock bounced out almost into her face. Instead of laughing, as Kevin thought she would, she gave a heavy sigh and fixed her eyes on the hard penis in front of her. With his damp briefs now round his knees, Kevin saw the hand move towards his cock, grip it and squeeze it, a little too hard and then start to masturbate it furiously.

'Now, don't hurt Kevin,' said Lily, again directing him with her eyes, this time away from Susan towards Maud. He let his underwear slide to the ground, where he stepped out of them, and stood in front of Maud, who also reached out and touched the beautiful young penis, relishing the feeling of it in her hand, weighing it in her palm and reaching with her other hand to gently stroke Kevin's balls. He then moved to Jan, who also caressed him, drawing his foreskin slowly backwards and forwards as if mesmerised. In fact, the whole mood of the room had changed: where it had been cheery and celebratory, it was now intense and focussed. Kevin could sense every eye on every part of him.

The other women, one by one, took their turn on his penis, examining it -- he saw several pairs of glasses go on -- feeling it, squeezing it, one woman leant forward and smelled it. He ended at Lily who turned him towards the room, put her head against his hip and slowly pulled the foreskin forward and back, slipping a droplet of precum she had squeezed out to her mouth. 'What a beautiful sight, eh, ladies?' she said, presenting Kevin to the women who were now hushed. 'And let's see what we have on the other side...'

She turned Kevin to face her, so that the rest of the room could take a look at his behind, which was clenching mainly because of the erection that was now in Lily's face. Then he felt her pulling his buttocks apart to expose the pink circle of his hole while simultaneously guiding the head of his penis into her mouth, which was hot and wet and made Kevin's cock expand even further.

'How does it taste, Lily?' asked Maud, more to let her know that she could see she was sneaking the first mouthful of this beautiful lad's penis than anything.

'Does anyone else want a taste?' said Lily with a laugh, having removed it from her mouth.