The Auction | THE BOY SERG | Chapter 2

The Boy Serg was being auctioned by Master Kamp. Kamp is the best in the business and when he puts a Boy on the block, it’s always worth a look. He trains his boys with meticulous detail. They arrive at auction fully compliant and, almost invariably, entirely untarnished.

And of the ones that were up for grabs that day, I knew I had to buy Boy Serg the moment I clapped eyes on him.

The bidding was intense. Word had gotten round that Kamp had acquired someone rather special and, as he began to seductively rub oils into The Boy’s well-defined body, the offers started sky-rocketing.

But I, Master Legrand, will be outbid by no one…

The Boy Serg’s gasps of intense pleasure had me rock-hard in seconds. They were the kind of groans which every man in the room immediately knew they’d love to re-create in the privacy of their own bedroom. Kamp oiled The Boy’s tight hole before penetrating it with his fingers and thumbs, sending young Boy Serg into spasms of ecstasy. I knew at that moment that I needed to get myself into his trembling, virgin ass. No amount was too high to purchase that privilege.

I could tell that the other buyers were giving me the side eye, wondering if I’d balk at the crazy sums which were being bid. Deep down they knew I was gonna keep right on until I had The Boy, and, one by one, they withdrew from the bidding. A true gentleman never talks about money, but I will confess to having purchased Boy Serg for an eye-watering sum.

Watching Master Kamp touch The Boy Serg for one last time was an intense experience. The auctioneer had been all The Boy knew. He was The Boy’s world, his comfort blanket. But Master Kamp was about to vanish from The Boy’s life forever. The world of selling and buying can initially seem as cruel as it is transient, and a Boy can take a while to adjust to the way that it works. In the early stages of his new life, he’s likely to form very deep connections with men who may well cause him a degree of distress by simply walking away once a transaction is complete.

Stepping out of the darkness and presenting myself to someone I’ve purchased remains a great thrill. I like to stare them in the eye, taking great pleasure from the conflicting emotions they invariably display.

The Boy Serg watched as Master Kamp vanished into the distance—like a puppy abandoned by its owner. A few seconds later, his stunning young blue eyes landed on me. I stepped towards him, gently cupping his face with my hand, and told him he was mine. He nodded nervously, but with understanding.

I have seldom seen a more beautiful Boy. Innocence seemed to radiate from him. I kissed him; it felt as though I’d waited my entire life to press my mouth against his soft lips. He kissed back, and I ran my hands possessively over his body.

I instructed him to undress me, which he did with surprising tenderness. He unzipped my pants so slowly—both excited and terrified about what lays underneath. I was, of course, already rock-hard. My ten-inch dick bulged in my underwear, forming a diagonal line towards my hip.

After ordering him to neatly fold the clothing he’d removed from me, I pulled him in and we kissed again. I could feel his body shaking as his hand crept tentatively towards my dick. I knew it scared him. How could a dick this size not scare a boy who’s never been fucked before?

I pushed him onto his back and tied his hands and legs together like some sort of trussed up animal, exposing his tight ass. I pushed a finger, and then two, into him and he yelled loudly. My dick immediately started twitching at the thought of the sound he’d make when that went in. Pre-cum started oozing out of my tip, leaving a large, temporary stain of excitement in my underwear.

I told him I wanted him to suck me off before I’d untie him. He rapidly got onto his knees and began to suck my weapon through the straining fabric of my underwear.

I guessed that he’d never done anything like that before, but he was a natural and was pleasuring me considerably. He listened, like a good Boy, to the sounds I was making to hear if what he was doing was hitting the spot. He responded to every order I gave him. “Look up at me.” “Slow down.” “Let it slide into your throat…”

As he continued to suck my dick, I started to play again with his ass, fingering him and lubing him up as carefully as I could for what would almost certainly turn out to be the most mind-blowing experience of his life so far.

I pushed the tip of my dick into his hole and instructed him to stare back at me as I inched myself inside. The look on his face was priceless: a blend of unadulterated pleasure mixed with profound agony.

I started gently—almost imperceptibly—pumping myself in and out of him, feeling him slowly relaxing as I continued. Before too long, he became still, at one with the sensation of our bodies becoming a single, beautiful, writhing entity. At that moment, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything.

I flipped him onto his back so that I could watch his face as I pounded him with more force. This position enables me to go deeper, and The Boy was soon gasping and crying out. He was incredible. He was worth every penny that I had spent on him. I would have paid twice had I known the ecstasy I would experience while inside him.

I sat on the edge of the couch and got him to turn his back and ride me. I realized at that moment that my dick was unlikely to ever grow tired of his almost-perfect ass. He rolled back onto my chest and continued to relentlessly thrust his entire body up and down onto me. It was so pleasurable that I had to instruct him to slow down for fear of being pushed over the edge.

I fought wave after wave of desire, desperate not to shoot, so that I could wring every second of potential pleasure from our bodies. But, eventually, I passed the point of no return, and blasted a heavy load deep into his heaving stomach.

It genuinely took me a while to regain my composure. The Boy had triggered something in me which caught me off-guard. I stood up and threw a towel at him, ordering him to clean himself up. But, as I left the room, I knew I’d be unable to keep away for long.