Auction | THE BOY COLE | Chapter 14

The day had finally arrived. The Buyers’ Auction House was packed—not a seat, nor standing room remained. The anticipation for the Slaveboy who waited behind the auction-block curtain was as intense as it ever had been.

The fervently desired, submissive twink-masterpiece known as The Boy Cole would be someone’s prize today, but at a very steep price. Everyone in attendance knew this. No one cared. Buyers will sell off precious valuables if that is what was required to acquire the beauty.

All breathing seemed to stop as the curtain was suddenly pulled away. What every Buyer would tell you is that every man’s wet dream knelt on the block before them. The youthful countenance cast slightly down, yet crystal clear blue eyes twinkling, smiling. Boy Cole’s pouty red lips glistened in the spotlight above that fully illuminated his spectacular body.

The bid began at ten grand.

Blessed by the Gods with thick, meaty thighs and porcelain pecs, Boy Cole was timeless and flawless in every way. His gorgeous body and personality were persistently hungered for by every Buyer who ever had laid eyes on him, especially now.

The bid climbed to twenty-five grand.

The showcase host, Master Snow, appeared from behind Boy Cole and immediately began groping the panting lad. Sultry lips puckered; the young twink cooed and moaned while every inch of his body was explored.

The bid climbed quickly to fifty thousand.

Every Buyer’s default understanding is that to obtain the Boy, you need cash, sure. But it’s also every Buyer’s strict expectation that each slave showcase their submission: with a hot, “fondle-me-endlessly-daddy” smile.

Boy Cole smoldered with intensity as Master Snow pulled out a bottle of oil to slather and rub into the flawless, baby-smooth skin. The adept sex-servant flexed his well-crafted and defined musculature as the Master covered him all over.

The bid jumped to nearly six-figures. The moment that Boy Cole got himself into doggy position, that figure went well past one-hundred thousand dollars. Master Snow dribbled copious amounts of sex oil all over the slave’s gaping, hungry boy-hole.

The bid rocketed up to quarter of a million. And it wasn’t stopping there!

Next, as Master Snow fingered the sex oil into Boy Cole’s tender, pink entry, he simultaneously squeezed, choked, and pulled on the keening slave’s sensitive cock and sizable testes. In spite of the surely overpowering sensations coursing through the twink’s now-glistening frame, Boy Cole somehow held himself together and stayed in position for his Master.

However, for a brief moment, Boy Cole nearly keeled over when Master Snow suddenly poured the sex oil all over the soles of both of the succulent slave’s feet. The Boy sucked in a sharp breath as his Master deeply massaged the oil into his heels, soles, and toes.

The bid lurched up another 50K during this simple act alone. Master Snow chuckled to himself because he knew full well that there were several Buyers in attendance with a powerful twink foot fetish. They’d pay fifty-grand just to have the fleeting pleasure of touching The Boy’s feet, let alone rubbing oil into them all night.

The next phase of the auction would involve showcasing the Slaveboy’s talents pleasing a Master. Boy Cole remained dutifully in the doggy position as Master Snow granted his slave a few sensuous kisses on the lips. The twink slipped his tongue into the Master’s mouth. The bid jumped another twenty-five grand.

Master Snow slowly, deliberately unbuckled his slacks and pulled his giant DILF cock out. No instruction as to what to do next was necessary. Boy Cole was not only well-versed in the act of sucking off hung daddies, he naturally craved it. The bid jumped yet again.

As the suckling slave showed the Buyers just how gifted he was in handling the long, thick, massive shaft of Master Snow, the bid quickly got to half-a-million dollars. The Boy could really deepthroat a daddy dick with the best of them!

After allotting several hot minutes showcasing the Boy giving voracious head, Master Snow finally pulled his cock out of the slave’s watering mouth. Boy Cole spun around and exposed his pucker once again. Master Snow slapped his pulsating penis against The Boy’s hole several times, resulting in yet another jump in the bidding.

Master Snow sunk his footlong shaft into the twink’s tight love tunnel. The boy rolled his head back and moaned loudly. The bid was now at well over six-hundred-thousand dollars.

The Slaveboy received a very thorough fucking. Master Snow placed Boy Cole into several positions and rammed the horny twink slow, fast, hard, deep. The bidding was frenetic at this point, and so were Master Snow’s thrusts. Sweat dripped from the DILF’s forehead and splashed onto the slave below.

The bidding launched past nine-hundred-thousand dollars as Master Snow launched his massive daddy load into the howling, happy slave. He pumped every last drop into The Boy before slowly sliding out of the miraculously still-tight hole.

Still rock-hard, Master Snow watched as his thick, creamy spunk oozed out of Boy Cole’s twitching entry. The panting DILF emitted a primal purr, then pushed the semen back into the trembling slave. The bid leapt to nearly one-million dollars.

Once Master Snow was satisfied that his lust was momentarily culled, he backed away from the

Slaveboy and grabbed his pants. The experienced slave knew that he must collect himself and immediately get back into position on the block.

Now that the Showcase had concluded, the bidding had been closed. The winning buyer would be announced within minutes. As Master Snow put his clothes back on, he peered over the Slaveboy with a withering gaze. The boy was a fine prize, but was a slave first-and-foremost.

Boy Cole kept his own gaze downward and patiently, obediently knelt on the block, waiting for Master Snow to call forth the lucky Buyer. The subservient slave had to choke back a gasp as Master Patrick stepped up to the block.

It was well-known by all Slaveboys that Master Patrick was quite serious about his purchases. The ambitious buyer had a resounding reputation for being strict, unyielding, and extraordinarily well-endowed. Boy Cole gulped as Master Snow handed over the famous ‘ring-of-possession’ over to Master Patrick.

The Slaveboy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Master Patrick silently approached Boy Cole from behind and quickly began to disrobe. The young slave could barely keep his composure as the handsome hunk daddy let his shirt drop to the floor and unzipped his pants…!