Chapter 4: Sold to the Highest Bidder
Over the next few days, the guards would come back for different reasons. They would take pictures of him nude from all angles, measure his penis both flaccid and erect (then put the chastity cage back on), fist him until he prolapsed, then took pictures and measured it.
Hank was fed a diet of nutrient liquid to keep him healthy, but he wasn't given anything solid to eat. He couldn't remember the last solid meal he had eaten.
In his spare time he would give in to his cravings and fist himself. He was told in no uncertain terms that he was not permitted to cum unless directed to do so. So he would get undressed, remove the giant plug from his ass, climb on his bunk, lube up his hand, and shove it up his ass. He would edge himself and stop before he came. He didn't know what the punishment would be but he didn't want to find out. Then, he would push out his prolapse, fondle and play
with it a little bit, then push it back in. He would reinsert the plug, get dressed, and go about his day.
Eventually one of the guards came to his cell.
"Auction is tomorrow. Remove the plug and do not reinsert it. No ejaculation, no insertion, no pleasure. You are to be sold. Do not disobey."
As quickly as she appeared and gave Hank the instructions, she walked away. Hank obeyed, then went to sleep. That night he had a dream of what he imagined the auction would be like.
In his dream, Hank was led naked onto a stage, guided by a leash attached to his chastity cage. The Auctioneer was a tall redhead with enormous tits trying to rip her shirt buttons off to escape the red suit she wore. The Auctioneer stated his name, the soft and hard measurements of his cock, then said he had a special talent.
She stepped over to him and removed his anal plug. With three fingers from each hand she spread open his hole and told him to push. He pushed out his prolapse and the crowd gasped in excitement then cheered.
Then she grabbed his prolapse and pushed it back in, following it with her arm, past her elbow, then all the way to her shoulder. After a few long seconds of her playing with his insides, she quickly removed her arm and his pink appendage appeared again, longer than ever. She gave him a smack on the ass, then waved her anal mucous covered arm as if to show him off, then started the bidding.
As the bidding went higher and higher, his cock grew in his cage and he felt the pain of a restrained cock. His prolapse dripped and pulsed. As the Auctioneer announced "sold" to someone in the audience for six-figures, his restrained member began to leak and dripped onto the floor.
With that, Hank woke up. He looked down and saw that he had just had a wet dream. The first in a long time. He hadn't meant to cum, but he was terrified of the punishment nonetheless.
Immediately he scrambled out of bed and began licking the plastic tarp-like sheet. There was probably a tablespoon of his semen that he lapped up as fast as he could. He found himself moaning and getting hard in his cage as he swallowed. He stopped himself and made sure there were no traces, then made the bed. He had been edging himself for 4 days now so he was sure they wouldn't be able to tell. He got dressed and stood up just as a new guard appeared at his cell.
"Good, you're dressed. Come with me." Hank approached the cell door and was cuffed then led down the cell block hall. If he was being honest with himself, he was maybe a little disappointed that he wasn't marched down in the nude with a leash on his cock and his prolapse hanging out like last time. As he
thought of this he remembered his dream and began to feel the cage putting some pressure on him.
At the end of the walk they went through a door, then another, then came to three doors. All three were matte black with large, gloss-white block lettering. From left to right they read "AUCTION" "PRIVATE SALE" and "SOLD".
The guard released his cuffs and spoke only two words: "Second door."
Private Sale.
Hank wasn't sure how the system worked here, but he assumed that somehow he avoided the auction because someone wanted to buy him without competing with other buyers. From what he knew about auctions where he came from, if someone wanted to forego an auction that meant they had more money to offer and that bidding was simply a nuisance. He walked through the door and saw her.
The redhead Auctioneer from his dreams was sitting in a plush, handmade leather chair. She wore a tight black velvet dress and polished black stiletto heels. She turned her head to look at him and he blushed.
"Undress. I want to inspect before I purchase." Even her voice sounded rich. Her attitude said that she drove a Maybach and simply bought a new one rather than refill the gas tank. Hank obeyed. As he began undressing the rich woman turned to the guard to address her.
"Please send in my sister."
The guard left the room and, before Hank was fully undressed, another guard entered the room. This was the first guard he had met. The first person to introduce him to the pleasure of being fisted. The first person to make him prolapse and eat his own cum.
