The truck was still in motion when Chase woke, slowly getting used to his unfamiliar surroundings. He tapped the intercom to the cab of the vehicle.
"How long until our destination?" Chase's voice was still deep with sleep, making it sound odd to his ears.
"Three hours, sir. The auction is a little over nine away. We will make it in plenty of time."
"Very good. Thank you." he replied and shut off the speaker. Despite his desire, he would not be indulging in the local fare. This was a common location for auctions and the last thing he wanted to do was call attention to himself. His confidence and demeanor was easy to pick out of a crowd, although he only existed in his family's records, not in those of the humans.
The female and anyone she spoke to would know that she spent the evening with 'Luke', a dark haired customer, and she remained at the posh hotel room after he left.
His current sleeping conditions were lacking his usual extravagance and amenities, it was still miles above normal thrall quarters in their housing. The same could be said for his slaves in the truck. Normally there were no walls separating them, just bars. Here they had some semblence of privacy.
As the truck moved Chase went to the back to check on his slaves, and remove their hoods. Time with no senses was helpful to the submission process, too much and it could lead to an unstable slave. He yanked them to kneeling, startling all of them before yanking off their hoods. They cried out in turn, each corrected by their collars and moved to kneeling down.
"This is some time out of your hood. I will provide a small meal to those being sold. All of your adornments will also be removed until we arrive at our destination where they will be replaced. I advise you to think how you might better present yourself for sale, embarrassing me will result in severe repercussions that I doubt you survive." Chase freed the slaves of all but the chain securing them to the truck. He yanked Boy to the back, just outside his door and shoved him back to his knees. "This is your meal, you useless slut. Service."
Boy jumped to his task, thrilled to be serving his Master and used every trick he had to please the man who dominated him. He licked and sucked, moaning when he received his reward, cleaning his Master's cock afterward and leaning down to kiss his shoes.
"That was pleasant, Boy. When we return, I will be adding a treat to your normal meals. For now, I understand the situation is different, but you will have two releases before we arrive."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." he gushed and immediately his hands sank to his cock. His first release came almost immediately and he moved to clean it off the floor of the truck. The other slaves could only hear their fellow slave pleasure himself and his behavior.
"Sir, one hour until our destination." a voice came over the speaker.
"Hear that Boy? If you do not comply I will cane you the entire time we are at the auction." Chase warned his slave. Hearing the tone in his Master's voice Boy started his self-pleasure all over again, moaning knowing that his Master was watching.
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The truck rumbled to a stop at the auction and tears ran down Boy's eyes. With no pain and his Master attending to other things, he had been unable to achieve his second release. He knew that he would now be caned the entire time they were here.
Chase prepared the other slaves for storage until they were auctioned, held in their stall with little input and moved to Boy. Severe nipple clamps bit into the tender flesh on his chest getting a gasp from the slave. The cock cage was left off, but a spiked cock ring surrounded his balls that if he moved wrong it would be painful. A larger plug was inserted into his ass and a blindfold went over his eyes.
"We are going to register, Boy. You will follow me. Hesitate and your punishment will be even more severe."
"Yes, Master." Boy replied.
A long chain was hooked to Chase's belt and to the cock ring surrounding Boy's cock. A stiff cane rested in Chase's hand and he turned, snapping it on the back of his calves. He stepped forward, feeling a tug to the direction he was to go.
Snaps of the cane directed the sight-devoided slave where his Master wished him to go. Finally there was one on the back of his shoulders which he took to kneel. His cock was on fire, aching stiff and his balls were sensitive from the spikes touching them.