The roar of the nearby voices pounded in my ears.

“Prep him,” the voice said and suddenly the hands were hard at work. Nipple clamps were stuck on me again, my ankles were manacled together with a length of chain between them, a leather hood with a gag attached was pulled over my head, and last but not least, my hands were bound behind my back yet again, this time with rope.

“It’s time,” someone said. “Bring him in.” This time I was only carried a short way. Even with the hood I could sense the bright light on my skin as I was brought through some passageway and out into a wide-open space—the space where all the voices were.

So many men, I thought, it must be a whole fucking crowd.

There was an audible murmur of approval as I was brought in. Then the handler set me down in a standing position, kicked my legs apart, and whispered gruffly in my ear, “You only move when ordered to, slave. Do what the auctioneer says. You step out of line and I’ll whip your butt so hard you’ll have more than one asshole when I’m through.”

My stomach did cartwheels.

Auctioneer? my mind screamed at me. Auctioneer?

All the fear and terror of the previous day came back in a rush that was so strong I almost vomited.

“Our next boy is twenty-four years old, five-eleven, weighing a hundred sixty pounds, in prime physical condition—intelligence above average—only flaw is an attitude problem—but that can easily be beaten out of him.” Laughter from the crowd.

I could not believe what was happening. It was true—what was unthinkable was true—my Master had sold me into slavery and I was being auctioned off to the highest bidder.

I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. This couldn’t be happening. But it was. My knees started to buckle and I felt the sting of a whip on my ass and the handler’s hiss of warning from behind me.

And the auctioneer hadn’t stopped talking. “…needs to be broken still, but a fine addition to any master’s stable.”

“The ass!” someone in the crowd shouted.

“Show us the ass!”

“Turn around, boy,” the auctioneer said. I didn’t believe he was talking to me. It took being hit by the whip again to make me turn around. A big swell of appreciative noise was heard as my backside was revealed to the men. The handler grabbed my collar and yanked my head down, exposing my asshole to the room. There were catcalls and more laughter.

A feeling of utter hopelessness filled me—my Master, the man I loved more than all others, had abandoned me, had given me up to the whim of chance, to be purchased like any piece of property or livestock.

I was returned to the standing position and the bidding began.

“We’ll start at ten thousand dollars,” the auctioneer said.

“Fifteen,” a voice said immediately.

“Fifteen!” the auctioneer repeated. “Do I hear twenty?”

“Twenty-five,” another voice said.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars! Thirty?” There was a pause. “Surely this fine specimen is worth more than twenty-five thousand dollars, gentlemen…” the auctioneer purred.

“Not without seeing his face he ain’t!” someone called to a swell of laughter.

“All right, all right,” I heard, and then a strange whistle filled my ears. Instantly I felt the scrabbling of the handler’s hands unfastening the hood. The leather mask was pulled off my face and as I breathed in the fresh air and the light hit me a great roar rose in the room.

“Fifty thousand!” someone shouted. Still with my blindfold on, I couldn’t see a thing, but I guessed that they could see enough of my face to make a judgment. My mouth was ungagged, but I didn’t even think of speaking. I had felt the handler’s whip too often already.

Now the bidding went fast and furious. It climbed up higher and higher as the men fought for me. I was poked more, prodded, forced to show my asshole—once I was even ordered to display my technique and had to suck the handler’s cock for a few minutes to delighted whispers in the crowd.

I was getting tired and weary again, standing under the hot lights. I felt like a thousand eyes were burning into me, and all I wanted was just to be left alone for a few minutes. I had given up all thoughts of escape. Without my Master, I was nothing. I consigned myself to being a slave to some anonymous man, never to see my Master again.

I realized after a while that the bidding was dwindling down to only a few voices, four or five it sounded like. And soon enough that was down to three, then two.

These two men outbid each other for a long time, to the mounting excitement of the crowd. Finally it seemed that one of them had given up and would bid no more.

“I have five hundred thousand dollars from the gentleman in the second row,” the auctioneer said. The room was silent.

Everyone, including me, was holding their breath. “Five hundred thousand dollars…” he murmured. I wondered how much of it he got. “…going once, going twice, s—”

“One million,” a new voice said. The crowd roared with excitement and I heard the other man swear loudly.

“One million dollars! New bidder!” the auctioneer screamed in ecstasy. “Going once, going twice, SOLD! To the man against the far wall!” The crowd applauded wildly and the handler grabbed my arms, pulling me backward.

The last thing I heard as the handler tossed me over his shoulder again was “Payment in cash must be made now, the handlers will prepare him for shipment and he’ll be in your possession by this evening…”

The handler took me away from the auction room and as the sound of the crowd faded, I could feel my spirit die with it. It was over. I had been sold. I was a slave for real, and for good now. I had been purchased. For one fucking million dollars. Then something sweet was brought to my nose and I started to black out. The last thing I remember is being slid into what felt like a canvas bag and hearing the top of it tied closed.

When I woke up the blindfold was gone. I was shackled to a wall standing up with my arms and legs outstretched.

So this is my first day as a true purchased slave, I thought miserably, I’ve been bought and sold. But whoever this new man is, he will never truly own me—my last shred of pride will be used to resist calling him “Master.” My true Master has given me up but I will always belong to Him and Him alone.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my forehead and pushed my head against the wall. A note was shoved in front of my eyes.

This is your first day as my slave, boy. I am your Master. Your only purpose is to serve me. You will obey me unquestioningly, or you will be severely punished. You are my property. Nod if you understand.

I quickly nodded and the hand released me. Then the man walked in front of me.

“Look at me,” he said. I raised my eyes and what I saw was so unbelievable that I lost control and pissed down my leg.

It was my Master.

I stared at Him openmouthed.

“I bought you back for two reasons, slave,” He said as He pulled a whip from behind his back. “First, I wanted you to know how valuable you are to me.” He leaned forward and very tenderly kissed me on the lips. If I hadn’t already lost my urine I would have lost it then. That kiss was so filled with gentleness and love that it felt like heaven. Then He stepped back and raised the whip.

“And secondly, I wanted it to be perfectly clear that I will take no…” He flashed the whip forward and it cracked across my chest. “…more…” Again he struck me. “…of this…” Again. “…‘you don’t belong to me’ shit!” and He started raining blows on me, striking and pounding me with the whip over and over and over.

It was more painful than anything I had felt in my life. I screamed, throwing my head back and slamming it against the wall. Suddenly I heard my scream of torment change, becoming a scream of pleasure—my dick was as hard as steel and was ready to explode.