Walter Timms was a broker. If someone needed it, Timms could get it. Stocks, bonds, insurance mostly but when the economy crashed someone had offered him a chance to get into some that was still in high demand.
People.
He was told it was voluntary, and he had no interaction with any of the people, just the ones looking for slaves. He negotiated times for auctions and transportation for people attending them, but never got directly involved himself.
Instead he went home to his empty house and surfed on the computer. Every time he arranged for a transport, or thought that the auction date was passing, his cock throbbed from his own imagination at what was going on at the events and his night was spent looking at porn. The longer it happened, the more intense and frequent the porn watching became which then made his imagination skyrocket and the cycle continued.
One Monday his usual contact had an emergency that weekend that made him unable to accompany the client to the auction and was all but begging him to take his place. On Thursday, he agreed.
Once he stepped foot in his apartment he stripped out of his clothes, the auction dominating his thoughts that entire day. The thought of meeting one of these people the next day made his cock throb, his thoughts unable to be deterred.
Settling on the couch in his living room he took his cock in his hand, fingers playing over the head, and thought about what he might see at the auction.
A dab of lube on his hand helped his hand slide easily up and down his shaft. He exhaled, trying to prolong the sensation and image in his mind. The thought of straps, whips and gags pushed him over the edge, spilling his semen onto his chest, breathing hard. Without thought his fingers came down to his chest and gathered up the sticky liquid bringing it to his mouth where he lapped at them.
Tomorrow.
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His appointment was at a nightclub. He told the driver the address and sat in the back. He wondered, more than idly, what someone who owned people looked like.
Arriving at the club he went to the intercom and pushed the button.
"Yes?" came a strong voice from the other end. Walter's cock stirred at just the voice.
"I am here to take you to the auction." Walter tried to force his mind to concentrate on his job.
"I will there momentarily."
Given no other options, Walter returned to the car to wait. His eyes were plastered to the door. He didn't have to wait long. A man just six foot walked out of the club, a leash easily in his hand. He had dark hair and chiseled features. Walter felt his cock immediately stiffen at sight of the man. Clearing his throat he noticed the female walking behind the man.
She was a brunette with a perfect hourglass figure, breasts firm and nipples stiff. She was blindfolded but walked with confidence behind the man who held the leash attached to a collar on her neck.
The man and his slave climbed into the car, the female kneeling on the floor and Walter watched wanting desperately to stroke his cock. The man had a air about him, an air that made it hard for Walter to concentrate.
"How far away is this auction?" the man asked before Walter had a chance to ask his name. "I should have an appointment before it starts."
There was a pause as Walter listened to the man's voice, finding it hypnotic. Suddenly he snapped back to his job. "Uh, yes Sir. There is a dungeon on site that both have allowed you to sample the wares. The auction is about a half hour away."
The man nodded. Walter kept his gaze from the naked female and on his phone, but found his gaze returning to the man sitting across from him. Internally he lashed himself at the slip. He had used the word Sir, putting all the meaning on it he felt but would never voice. All he could hope was that the man didn't notice it.
"Useless, thank the man for talking us." he commanded and the female crawled to him.
"Please, Sir. May I service you?" she asked in one of the most quiet voices he had ever heard. Her eyes met his, a small smile on her face meant to entice him.
"Uh..." he spoke, crossing his legs to hide his hard cock and looking from the female to the man and back. "No..no thank you."
He watched the female put her head down and crawled back to her Master. "I am sorry to fail you, Master. He refused."
The man struck her on the cheek, sending her to the floorboards where she immediately recovered.
"Useless slave, can't even do that right." the man snapped. "I will handle your ineptitude when he return."
Her head hung further. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master." A sob escaped her lips.
Walter brought up his phone to break attention from the man. He saw the man watching him as well. His cock throbbed so badly it ached. The more he watched the man dominate the female, the more aroused he got wishing it was him.
"I don't know that it is all your fault, Useless." the Master pinched her nipple until she mewled a response. Walter was losing the fight to just watch the man. "No, Useless, I don't believe it was your fault at all. the Master told her. Suddenly he looked straight at Walter. "Bitch-boy!"
Walter heard him speak and his cock nearly erupted at the address. His gaze went to the man who addressed him. He had never felt his cock this hard.
"Strip!" Walter continued to stare at the man. The Master could have no idea. "I gave you a command, Bitch-boy. If you do not comply you will find out how much worse my anger is than my normal mood." Trying to keep himself from furiously pumping his cock, Walter tore his clothes off and waited. "Bitch-boy's don't get to sit in furniture. Kneel."
Walter, now nude, slid to the floorboard next to the female slave. He didn't even care he ruined a three hundred dollar suit. The man had commanded him and he wanted with all his being to obey. The Master undid his pants and his eight inch cock was stiff. Walter watched it as the car moved, picturing what it would taste like, and how much he wanted to find out.
A snap to get his attention fell to his ears and he looked at the face of the man who was dominating him. He pointed to his cock, and that was all the invitation Walter needed. Walter took the cock in his mouth, tasting the musky flavour that the man smelled like. The head of his cock was touching the top of his mouth as Walter ran his tongue over all he could reach.
