The Auction Pt. 02

"Shit. I need to get more booze in. Swanney, we have to go shopping."

"Should I dress, master?"

"Did I tell you to get dressed?"

"No, master."

"Well, then there is your answer. I will drive and do the shopping, and you will sit in the car naked."

"Yes, master."

Fair play to Swanney. He didn't try to hide his nakedness as he strolled out to the car. I could see my neighbour in his bedroom window. He was getting dressed for the evening at my place. He spotted Swanney, smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I just smiled back and swatted Swanney's naked arse.

I made sure I parked in what looked like the busiest part of the supermarket car park. I got out and looked over the roof of the car. The guy in the next bay was getting into his car and did a double-take at Swanney.

I smiled and said, "We are in a hurry, and my slave didn't have time to get dressed."

He smiled back, "I wish I had one of them."

"Really? How do you fancy coming to my place for drinks later? Around eight. My naked slave will be serving the drinks. I reached onto the sun visor of my car and pulled out a business card. "Here. It would be helpful if you could bring some booze."

"Yeah, definitely. See you later." I thought to myself; I might get some bench sales out of this.

Swanney just sat there open-mouthed, displaying all his charms. It didn't take long for me to gather the drinks and salty nibbles I needed.

Safely back home. I told Swanney precisely what I was expecting of him throughout the evening. "You are my slave, but tonight you will also serve my guests. I'm not sure if the car park guy will come, but Rod from over the road is coming, and he asked if he could bring a friend. You will treat them exactly as you have treated me. They are also your masters. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master."

Just then, the doorbell rang. "That must be the courier. Help him take the packages to his van."

"Master, the courier wants to speak to you."

"Well, invite him in."

The courier couldn't take his eyes off Swanney. "I notice you have another collection tomorrow morning first thing. If that package is ready, then I could take it tonight? You will save money because it will count as one collection."

"The product is ready, but it needs to be broken down, and that won't be for a couple of hours yet."

Swanney interrupted, "Master, I could dismantle it for you now."

"No, you won't. You will dismantle it when I say! And who is going to serve my guests? I told you that you are here to serve all of them as a slave."

"Sorry, master." And poor Swanney looked at the courier and shrugged.

The couriers smiled. "I can always come back in a few hours and pick them both up at the same time."

"Do you have any other collections to make today?"

"No, sir, you are my last of the day."

"It seems silly to have you going away, then coming back in a few hours. Why don't you stay? We are having drinks, but there are some non-alcoholic options available."

"Are you sure? Won't it be awkward because I don't know any of your other guests?"

"Don't worry about that. We are practically strangers to each other anyway. It is just a chance for them to see what it is like to have a slave. Do you fancy having someone be a slave for you?"

"Oh yes", and he closed his eyes as if drifting off to some imaginary fantasy.

"That's sorted then. Swanney give the chap a hand to get the bench into his van."

***

"Swanney, get me a drink. I will have a beer."

"Yes, Master. And what would ..." and then he paused as if waiting for the courier to give his name.

"Swanney! No names. This gentleman is Courier Master."

"Yes, Master. What drink would Courier Master like?"

"Just juice, please."

While Swanney was gone, the courier exchanged general chit-chat mostly about picnic benches and couriering. It turned out that he was looking to start on his own and work for himself. He suggested that maybe he could do me a better deal than his current employer was offering me.

The doorbell rang. "Master, the gentleman from the car park, has arrived." And he ushered the chap into the lounge.

"Hi friend, I am glad you could make it. You will be Car Park Master."

"Hi!"

As good as ever, Swanney said, "Car Park Master, would you like a drink?"

"Yes, I will have one of these." And he handed Swanney a bottle of scotch and a bottle of a mixer.

"So, what's the deal with a slave?"

"I won him in a charity auction last night. I wasn't entirely sure how to treat a slave, but I am getting the hang of it. He obeys everything I tell him to do. He is going to be everyone's slave for the night."

"The doorbell rang again."

"Pity you didn't win a female slave." Car Park laughed, and Courier laughed too.

"Something to do with safeguarding. But, trust me, I'm sure Swanney can do everything a female slave can do."

"I can vouch for that," said the newly arrived guest as he entered the lounge.

As agreed, he had a friend with him.

Swanney asked, "What would Master Neighbour and Master Friend like to drink?"

I think Swanney enjoyed the exhibitionism because he had a raging erection, and pre-cum was oozing from the tip of his cock.

Neighbour chose his drink. "Slave, come here; I want to suck your cock."

Swanney looked at me. "Don't look at me. Just do as Master Neighbour says!"

Neighbour lapped at Swanneys cock, devouring all traces of pre-cum. Swanney closed his eye's enjoying the sensation from Neighbours mouth.

"Right, that's enough. Swanney is enjoying that too much. Swanney, get everyone the drinks they need."

Courier said, "Hey Neighbour, have you met the slave before?"

Neighbour replied, "No, but I knew he would be up for it because I watched him suck his master knob this morning. They did it in front of the bedroom window."

And that set the tone for the evening. The conversation turned to sex, more precisely, sexual experiences. We all claimed to be straight the way blokes do, but we'd all experienced homo-erotica.

We all had tented trousers, and it wasn't long before my own exhibitionist streak took over. I stood up and said, "I don't know about you lot, but I am getting my kit off." Almost in unison, everyone took their clothes off to reveal a range of erections from semi-hard to raging, but we all had pre-cum oozing from our respective cocks. "Swanney. Clean up my cock. I don't want any of this sticky stuff on my furniture."

He got on his knees and gently held my erection in his hand before wrapping his mouth around my wet cock. God, it was good. I pulled my hips back, and his mouth made a popping sound as my cock exited his mouth. One by one, the others gave the same command. By the time he had cleaned us all, I was oozing more pre-cum.

"Swanney, you have missed a bit." And I thrust my cock into his mouth. I looked down and saw Courier was massaging Swanneys arse and teasing his tight little hole.

Once again, I pulled my cock out of Swanney's mouth. I reached under the cushion on my seat and pulled out a brand-new tube of lube. I'd bought it when I went for the booze and nibbles. "Swanney. Put some of this in your arse. Use as much as you feel you will need."

"Yes, master." And he laid back on the floor and started to load fingerfuls of lube up his arse. Neighbour said he wanted to help. Swanney turned on all fours, and Neighbour set about thoroughly lubricating Swanney's arse.

Neighbour offered the lube around the room. I took it from him, and he went back to exploring Swanney's backside. I placed a little lube on the tip of my finger and teased my own ring. It reminded me of all the times my wife had done the same thing so that she could massage my prostate.

Friend said, "As Swanney is occupied, would you like me to do that for you?" How could I resist? And I handed him the lube. It was at that moment I realised that I am what is commonly called a bottom. The sensation was incredible. My wife had massaged my prostate many times, but Friend was something else. He was obviously practised in the art of finding and milking a prostate. Courier, not wanting to be left out, decided to clean the oozing milk from my cock.

Meanwhile, Car Park was trying to feed me his precum.

"Stop. I don't want to cum just yet. Does anyone else need lube? Because Swanney is going to take us to the garage and show us what he has built today."

Everyone except Swanney had a disappointed look on their face as if I was calling an end to the evening. Swanney, of course, seemed to be remembering the events of the afternoon.

Once we were all in the garage, I realised the error in my calculation. It was a very tight squeeze. But that worked out better for cock-to-cock contact. I had always had an interest in frotting. I guess it stemmed from my wife rubbing her dildo up and down my cock. My urge wasn't lost on Courier as he turned me towards him and started to rub his moist cock head against my cock. Our pre-cum merged into one.

"Swanney! In readiness for Master Courier later, I want you to reach over and loosen the bolts on the far side seat. It was a sight to behold as Swanney knelt on the nearside bench seat and laid across the table with his arms over the far edge of the table. His arse cheeks opened, and his entire crack glistened with lube. Neighbour wasted no time and stepped forward to insert his cock in Swanney's waiting hole. At first, he pushed in slowly, quickening his tempo with each thrust and this distracted Courier, who stopped frotting with me.

There had been so much sexual tension built up throughout the evening that it wasn't long before Neighbour shouted, "I'm cumming." And shot his load into Swanney." It wasn't until Neighbour withdrew his cock that we had an idea of just how much semen had been deposited. But it was clear there was a lot as the cream pie formed and trickled out of Swanney.

Courier didn't miss the opportunity to change positions and drop to his knees. He then proceeded to clean up neighbour, whose cock was now semi-flaccid. Friend asked, "My turn?

I said, "Go for it. I am just enjoying the show." I needed Swanney's arse to be as loose and lubricated as possible. Too much friction and one push would have me shooting my load before I'd even started. "I don't mind going last."

Friend took a little longer to fuck Swanney. I think Swanney enjoyed that. He was groaning and pleading for more depth. "Deeper Master, please deeper." His cute arse was writhing from side to side to get more depth and friction. Friend stopped thrusting and just let Swanney do the work. Swanney was wanking Friend with his arse. God, it was erotic. My cock had a constant trickle of pre-cum.

Courier had finished cleaning Neighbour and was keen for more action. As Friend finished, I expected Courier to clean Friends cock, but he went straight for the cream pie and started cleaning Swanney's arse. He had already had a starter, so he went straight for dessert.

Neighbour was hard again, and he started to frot with me. "I've been waiting to do this for weeks. Each time I have watched you wanking in your window, I longed to come over and do this."

"God, I wish I had the recovery time that you do. Once I have cum, I need hours to get back to a full erection."

Car Park said to Courier, "You seem to have eaten it all. Let me put some more in there for you." He then proceeded to take his share of Swanney. Swanney was still doing all the driving. Pushing himself hard onto Car Park's cock. Courier had his face close to the action, eagerly awaiting the next course of his meal.

Neighbour was still exchanging precum with me. Meanwhile, Friend had resumed my prostate massage that he'd started in the lounge. Oh my god, I was close to cumming. As Car Park finished with Swanney, and before Courier could get as far as his next meal, I had positioned myself so that I was laid face down on top of Swanney. I was at the point where I was ready for anything, and I said, "Any one of you, please take my cherry and fuck me. I had no idea who it was, but for the first time in my life, I felt a cock gently pushing against my arse, I was in ecstasy as it entered me, and I felt myself filling with warm flesh. I didn't need any friction from Swanney as I let my load loose all over his back. Within minutes whoever was in me had deposited their how seed into me.

Courier had a banquet as he cleaned my arse, Swanney's arse and all the cum up Swanney's back. I was spent, and part of me also had that post-orgasm guilt.

"Sorry guys, I am going to leave you, perverts, to it. Swanney is your slave now, do what you want with him." But remember, come 8:00 am he is a free man, I only had him for 24 hours. Oh. and if any of you want to buy a picnic bench, you know where to come."