Virginity Auction
"How much?" I asked incredulously as James sat across from me, chowing through his salad.
"Ten grand." He answered between bites. "At least that's what Brian in shipping said."
"Ten grand to get fucked in the ass. Seriously? And he actually went through with it?" I sat, barely touching my food as James recounted the story to me. James and I had been friends since middle school and both started at the same, small manufacturing company right after high school. He was the kind of guy that had no problems making friends and he always seemed to know everyone and all their crazy stories.
"Dunno. He only told me about the place. Some weird warehouse down in the garment district. Word is they'll pay you big bucks to get fucked if you're a virgin. Crazy, huh? Dunno about you, I wouldn't do it for even a million. I'm no faggot." James said with a laugh as he wiped his mouth and leaned back in his chair.
"Oh. Yeah. A million. At least." I agreed, standing as we finished lunch and headed back to work.
I absolutely couldn't concentrate as the day rolled on, my mind continuously drifting back to the conversation with James. Ten thousand dollars? Damn, that was a lot of money. And god knows I could use it. Rent was coming due, car payment, insurance...life was way more expensive ever since I moved out of my parent's house.
I stared blankly at my computer monitor for a long moment before I finally tapped into the company directory and looked for Brian in shipping. My fingers tapped nervously on the keys before I finally banged out a message:
"Hey Brian,
This is Dylan over in accounts receivable. Hey man, James was telling me this crazy story at lunch and I just had to follow up with you. Something about a warehouse and an auction? Sounds interesting, let me know."
I sent the email over and drummed my fingers on the desk, quickly jumping up to get a cup of water. When I returned, there was a message from Brian waiting for me.
"256 Humbolt Rd. Don't do it. You've been warned." It said.
I furrowed my brow and shook my head at the screen. Don't do it? What did that mean. I mulled over the email for the rest of the day until finally clocking out. I sat in my car for a long while, rubbing my chin for a moment before glancing at myself in the rear view mirror of my aging car. Hmm. Why not? What would it hurt just to drive by? I started my car and headed away from the office.
A few minutes later I had arrived in the bowels of the commercial district, my eyes scanning the addresses against the building's facade. Here we are. 256 Humbolt Rd. Didn't look that special to me, just your average, run of the mill office complex. I parked in front of the building and noted a few cars still in the lot. I shrugged, unbuckled my belt and cautiously wandered towards the door.
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The lobby of 256 Humbolt Rd. was remarkably well furnished. Too well furnished for your typical office building. Big, tufted couches lined the walls, red curtains hung in front of the windows, large television monitors set up throughout. It was quite a sight.
I approached the vacant front desk and leaned on the counter for a moment before noticing the small bell that sat at the far end. Slightly apprehensive, I rang the bell, waiting for...I don't know what. I didn't wait long. Only a few seconds had passed before a slender man in a suit pressed through a set of curtains and approached me.
"Good evening." He said, softly. "Are you here to bid?" He asked, quirking a slender brow above a light blue eye.
"Bid?" I asked, clearing my throat. "Oh, uh, no, I guess. I dunno. A friend told me about this place. Said something about an auction...and...lots of money?" I glanced around the room, nervously, suddenly I felt a bit on edge about the entire scenario.
"Oh?" The man said, a slight grin crossing his lips. "Then you're 'selling' is that it?" He asked, his eyes trailing up the length of my slender frame.
"Uh. Yeah. I guess so. I was just hoping to get a bit of information, I guess."
"Well," the man began. "we run a very unique establishment. Simply put, young and, ah...pure individuals," he continued, emphasis on the word 'pure', "come to our establishment and our exclusive clientele bid for that individual's companionship. You're compensated and we take a small percentage of the fee to fund our ongoing operations."
In a single, smooth motion, the man set a clipboard on the counter. A fat stack of papers sat on top.
"If you're interested in applying, I'm sure I could fast track your application to the top of the pile." The man chuckled, wetting his lips as I glanced over the paperwork.
"Uh. You know. Maybe. Maybe I am. My friend said he made quite a bit here. How, uh, much do you think I could make if I was interested?"
The man quickly removed himself from behind the desk and approached me, circling me for a moment and a finger pressed to his lips.
"You're 5'9"? Roughly 155 pounds, yes? Naturally smooth below your neck? How old?" He asked. My cheeks flushed as the man assessed me.
"Yeah, I'm 20." I answered, my spine stiffening.
"Hmm, you look younger." The man nodded thoughtfully. "And you're certain you're a virgin? Hmm? Part of our vetting process requires you to take a polygraph test. A lie detector, that is. You'd pass that test?"
I cleared my throat, my face burning red as I nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm a virgin." I admitted.
The man backed away and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "$50,000 is what I would approximate your worth."
My eyes bulged as I swayed in the lobby. "Fifty...fifty THOUSAND dollars?!" I asked, my hand nervously running through my sandy, blonde hair.
"Yes, $50,000, give or take. You've the look of a younger man, you're quite lean though you've a suitably thick ass, naturally smooth. You're precisely the type of individual our clients rave about. I would expect quite the bidding war over you."
Shocked, I shook my head, the possibilities unfolding in my mind. Fifty thousand dollars! That's more than I made in a year! I'd have to be stupid to pass this up! All I had to do was endure a few minutes of awkwardness and I'd be made! I glanced back to the man.
"Okay. Sign me up."
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Three days later my 'auction date' had arrived. Prior to the big night, I had endured a number of application interviews. A lie detector test like the man at the desk had mentioned and a physical including some blood work. I shifted uncomfortably in my car seat as I pulled back up to 256 Humbolt Dr., my stomach in knots as I exited my car and walked into the building.
The familiar man greeted me at the desk and smiled.
"Ah, you're early. Can't wait to lose your virginity, hmm?" He asked with a teasing grin.
"Uh, no, I'm just here for the money..." I muttered, crossing my arms and breaking eye contact.
"Of course you are." The man agreed as he motioned me behind the curtain and into a small waiting room. "There's only one other task required before we can begin bidding tonight...you'll need to undergo a colonic. Wait here, a technician will be with your shortly."
A colonic? Damn, I guess this is the real deal, huh? No sooner had I sat down on the table than a young, attractive woman entered the room. Dressed in a set of dark scrubs, she quickly glanced up from her clipboard and motioned for me to stand.
"Hi, I'm Brenda, I'll be issuing you your colonic this evening. Please go ahead and take your clothes off for me."
I hopped off the table and swayed nervously for a moment, rubbing my chin as the woman began to prepare. She glanced over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
"Please, take your clothes off," she repeated. "Bidding begins in two hours and we'll need all the time we have to get your prepared."
I nodded and exhaled, shrugging off my shirt and then my pants, my hands shaking slightly.
"Sorry," I said. "I'm just a bit nervous, I guess."
The woman nodded and moved towards me, quickly and unceremoniously yanking my briefs off my thighs and completely exposing me.
"I understand." She said, flatly. Her motions and attitude extremely clinical and precise. "I'd offer you a drink but according to your chart you're not old enough yet. Lay down on the table, please."
Brenda was all business and her cold demeanor made me even more nervous. This wasn't my first time naked in front of a woman, of course, but for some reason this felt different. It was almost as if she didn't even see me as a man. I sighed again and climbed on the table, laying on my side as Brenda slapped on a rubber glove.
The next hour was a somewhat uncomfortable experience and I spent the majority of the time gripping the side of the table as Brenda gave me the colonic. Once it was over, she flipped me over onto my back and slathered my legs with thick, scented shaving cream. With a practiced hand, she shaved my legs of what little hair I had, her fingers shifting focus to my balls once she had finished.
I blushed as she shaved my scrotum and the base of my penis, my cock stiffening slightly under her touch. Brenda didn't seem to notice, or care. She inspected me for a moment before finally pulling a few items from a box at the far end of the table.
"What's all that?" I asked, eyes darting to her hands.
"These are leg garters." She explained as she slid a pair of white, frilly garters up my now smooth legs to the tops of my thighs. "White garters indicate you've been inspected, interviewed and are, in fact, a virgin."
