Abdel and Tony Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Abdel and Tony Ch. 12

"Sold! For 10,000 pounds to Sir John!...or should we call him "The Devirginator?"

I heard Master call out to the crowd of people gathered around. I was stood on the stage, tied up and naked, as people eyed me and felt me up before the auction to sell my virginity. It was so degrading; men touched my balls, my face, my ass and it turned me on more than I'd ever been before! A large puddle of precum that had leaked from my cock cage pooled on the floor at my feet. The bidding was fierce but Sir John, apparently, was determined to be my first so he doubled the bid and won the auction.

Even though I was longing to get fucked, I wished it would be my Master's beautiful cock inside me. I was glad to have made him a lot of money, though. Master came and untied me and ordered me to lick my precum off the floor. Once I cleaned up, he took me to a room with a bed in it, undid my cage, and told me to wait for Sir John.

If it wasn't losing my virginity to my Master, I was glad it would be with Sir John. He was always kind to me and we always talked in a friendly way, but I still was scared. He owned the club and was, truly, a master of his craft. I had seen him perform acts with slaves in heavy bondage and he was usually dressed in leather and quite dominant with his slaves. He was a handsome man, in his mid- forties. I briefly wondered what it would be like to be fucked by someone old enough to be my father and started to look forward to it. I waited, anxiously, and was ...

... surprised when he entered the room, carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

He sat on the bed next to me, an involuntary nervous response caused me to shuffle away a little. He smirked, popped the cork, poured me a glass, and looked me directly in the eye. He assured me that nothing was going to happen that I did not want to happen, if I did not want to he wouldn't. I was very confused by that statement, as he had just paid £10,000 for my virginity. He paid a handsome sum for the right to fuck me as brutally as he desired. I told him he was my master and he could do with me as he pleased.

John laughed. He reminded me that he is not my master, that Abdel is. He told me he bid so much because he like me and wanted my first anal experience to be enjoyable, and memorable with someone that cared. We drank champagne and chatted. I had fun talking with him. John was a kind man and I decided I was okay with him being my first.

There were a few "firsts" for me that night. We kissed. I never kissed a man before him. It felt good. Intimate. He was a good kisser. I could have kissed him longer. Instead of ordering me to go down on him, he asked me if I would. I gave him my best efforts and I was rewarded by his moans. It made me happy that he reacted well to my work. Sucking cock feels powerful, even for a slave. I was used to being facefucked, but this was nice. He took his cock out of my mouth and knelt before me and kissed my balls, trying to get me hard. He tried licking my ...