The Gallery

He wasn’t given long, though, as guest after guest took advantage of the chair left in front of him to repeat the procedure again and again. Between each he had just enough time to gather his strength and it began again, until his moans were carrying clearly over the conversations in the room. In between these pleasurable tortures, he would look to find Her, and always She was watching, even as She spoke to someone else. A small, pleased smile touched Her lips as She watched, and that was enough to give him reason to carry on, to somehow find a way to keep his promise.

The others bound against the walls weren’t being ignored. While Andrew was “in use”, the guests used the others for their entertainment. It seemed, however, that these others were those who had already been in Andrew’s place of honor and undergone the rigors of this test among the crowd. The guests seemed to treat them almost as an afterthought, a side show to the real performance taking place center stage. To Andrew, however, the sight of the other bound women and man undergoing the same treatment only served to further excite him. He split his attention between the Adonis, whose large cock had only gotten larger and more impressive and whose moans rivaled his own, and the plump little redhead who tossed her head fetchingly as she was teased.

As the latest hand left his straining cock, Andrew slumped forward in his bonds, looking down at his own member as it pulsed and throbbed, just waiting for the next hand. He watched as a clear drop of precome welled out and gathered, gleaming in the bright lights. Suddenly, beneath his gaze, Her hand appeared and She scooped up that droplet on Her fingertip, bringing it to his lips. Andrew closed his eyes and sucked Her finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of himself against his tongue and on Her skin. While he held Her finger in his mouth, he felt Her lips against his cheek again.

“Gerald is going to try to break you, but you must resist, darling. He is, I suppose you might say, a rival of mine. I broke his sweet boy in the corner over there and now he’s determined to do it to you.” Her lips brushed against his forehead, then cheek. “Be good, my darling. I know you can.”

And with that She drew her finger from his mouth and slipped back, leaving him to open his eyes and face this man. He was tall and lithe with a powerful air that said he would have strength and long muscles beneath that expensive suit. His eyes seemed to bore into Andrew as he hung there, sizing him up, idly tossing his dark hair back away from his face with a jerk of his chin. A woman stood behind him, nearly as tall and just as dark as he, but with a sly, anticipatory smile. She was beautiful in a classic sense and something about her seemed subservient, but at the same time calculating, as if she had an agenda of her own. Gerald snapped his fingers and drew the woman around in front of him, where she stood with fluttering, fawning obedience.

“Amelia, sweet one, use that delicious mouth of yours on him. Don’t stop until I tell you to stop.”

Andrew looked across at Her in a panic, but She simply smiled confidently at him and gave a little shake of Her head. He wasn’t sure if it was to remind him not to come or to tell him not to panic, but he swallowed hard and tried to strengthen his resolve. The dark haired vixen had gotten to her knees in front of him and was looking up at him with large, shadowed eyes filled with amusement. She licked her lips, then flicked the tip of her tongue across the head of his cock, savoring the taste of his precome there. It seemed she was in no rush to take him into her mouth, however, because she dipped her head and began to lave her tongue across Andrew’s balls, held so tightly in their straps. He could feel her hair brushing against his thighs, her cheek brushing against his cock as her tongue worked at him, toying with his aching balls. She gathered one, then the other into her mouth, sucking them one at a time between her lips. Andrew writhed, cock growing impossibly harder as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. Unfortunately the woman working on his balls was all too aware of his squirming and laughed softly, still holding his aching balls against her lips, sending tantalizing little vibrations along his skin.

Gerald watched, smiling, as Amelia toyed with Andrew’s bound balls, and his hand slipped down to massage his cock through his trousers. Andrew followed the movement with his eyes and then squeezed them shut, pressing his lips together against a moan. He was, then, surprised to feel hands unclasping his wrists and legs, strong arms catching him from behind when he nearly fell as his weight shifted. The talented Amelia hardly missed a beat as Andrew was lowered to the floor, startled to see that Gerald was the one helping him to lie down. He opened his mouth to ask, to make sure that this was allowed, but he stayed himself when he saw Her looking over Gerald’s shoulder with that same serene smile. Instead he gasped, open mouthed, as Amelia slide her mouth down over the head of his cock and began to swirl her tongue around him. It was like being bathed in a hot, wet vortex of sensation and he could almost feel his balls jerking up against the straps holding them taut.

Andrew felt his upper body lifted slightly until he was in a semi-reclining position, unsure of just who was holding him when he saw Gerald coming around to face him. The taller man knelt over Andrew, a knee on either side of his chest, and began to unzip his trousers. Andrew couldn’t bear to take his eyes away from the sight to see who held him in their embrace, instead his entire being was split between the sensations on his cock, and the slow unveiling taking place in front of his face. Gerald’s hand dipped into the open fly and slowly withdrew his long, slender cock, already hard. Andrew’s tongue dashed against his lips, because he knew what was coming, and relished it. This was something that She had gotten him to admit having fantasies about and the idea that it would really come true thrilled and excited him. He felt soft hands against his cheeks and looked up to see Her looking down at him, serene smile still in place, holding him cradled in Her lap. She tapped his chin and he dutifully opened his mouth and looked up at Gerald once more just as the smooth head of his cock slipped between Andrew’s lips.

Andrew’s eyes drifted closed as he enjoyed the sensation of the cock sliding into his mouth, his tongue automatically moving across the head to savor the taste of him. He felt Her lift his head slightly, nudging him, helping him to push back and forth against the cock in his mouth, Her fingers woven through his hair. Gerald didn’t so much moan, above him, as issue a guttural growl of satisfaction as Andrew closed his lips around his cock and began to suck greedily. Andrew himself was surprised at his own reaction. There was no hesitance, though this was until this moment only a fantasy for him, instead the act seemed to further excite him. He felt each thrust of Gerald’s cock into his mouth mirrored by Amelia’s mouth sliding down over his cock, her hands rolling and petting his balls as she suckled him. Andrew’s eyes squeezed shut, trying to cut off at least the visual stimulation of Gerald, head thrown back, moaning over him. It was almost too much for Andrew, who began to buck his hips against the floor, unsure of whether he was trying to escape Amelia’s mouth or push further into the warm depths that surrounded his cock.

Gerald’s hand found Andrew’s hair and his fingers knotted into it forcefully, causing Andrew to cry out softly against the cock in his mouth and his breath to quicken, but the assault did not stop. She leaned in behind him, bringing Her mouth down next to his ear.

“I told you your most divine dreams might come true, my darling slut. Doesn’t Gerald have a gorgeous cock? Doesn’t he taste divine. Just wait until he comes into your mouth.” Her words were soft, but loud enough for Gerald to hear, and he moaned one last harsh time and then pressed his cock forward into Andrew’s mouth as he began to orgasm.

Andrew, caught by surprise, felt himself starting to tumble over the edge as Gerald’s come began to fill his mouth, unable to control his own response to the sensation. Thankfully, Amelia withdrew at just that moment to sit up and wrap her arms around Gerald, her hands moving to stroke his chest and stomach as he pumped into Andrew’s mouth. As he recovered his equilibrium following his orgasm, Gerald pulled away from Andrew’s mouth, one hand wrapping around his softening cock as he almost glared down. Almost automatically, Andrew licked his cock clean with long sweeps of his tongue, eyes closed against the expression in the other man’s eyes. After he was done, he felt the couple withdraw from him, leaving him lying on the floor in the midst of a quietly conversing group of people, his aching cock still standing rigidly up from his body. She continued to cradle him, kissing his forehead and smoothing the hair back away from his face.

“You’ve done very, very well tonight, darling. I think Gerald is angrier at his defeated attempt than I’ve ever seen him.” Her quiet voice was filled with satisfaction. “It serves him right. Now...rest a moment and we’ll get you a drink before the last of the evening’s activities.”

She rose, leaving him reclining on the floor in a state of confusion. Andrew couldn’t fathom how there could be more, but the room certainly still seemed to buzz with anticipation. He sat up slowly, taking a moment to massage his sore wrists and look around at the guests and the other displayed bodies. To his surprise, though, sometime during the evening the others had been removed. He was now the only naked body in the room, and the thought made him feel inexplicably stripped. She returned with a glass of water, which Andrew drank slowly, and a little plate of food. He found, however, that he couldn’t stomach the food, his apprehension of the last activity of the evening making his stomach flutter.

Sooner than he would have liked, though, She beckoned him up from the floor and lead him to a small raised dais that he hadn’t seen before, as it was positioned behind the frame which had held him. There was a single microphone set in the center of the dais, and small, official looking man was adjusting its height. She led him to one side of the dais and instructed him to stay put, then nodded to the gentleman who had just finished setting up the microphone to his liking. He gave it a sharp tap with one immaculately manicured fingernail, then cleared his throat. The room fell into immediate silence and the guests turned as one towards the dais. Yes, this was the moment that they had been waiting for, and Andrew shivered as he tried to think what could possibly be coming. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the man cleared his throat again.

“Yes, I can see I have your attention now. Well...ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to thank you for coming this evening. As you know, it is our tradition every six months to have one member exhibit a personally trained man or woman for our evening’s entertainment. Elizabeth has shown that this man is truly one of her best achievements. And so, without further ado, on to the, perhaps most anticipated point of the evening. Now that we’ve had a chance to see Elizabeth’s work in action, I would invite each of you to come and make a closer examination before our auction commences. We will begin in thirty minutes, which should give everyone ample time. Thank you.”

Andrew stood silently stunned as the entire room full of guests turned their eyes on him. Auction? Auctioned off? He couldn’t believe that She would turn him over into the hands of strangers, but this certainly sounded like the point of that announcement. Andrew returned their stares, wondering which of those gathered in the room would be the one to pay the highest price to have him. Across the room he saw Gerald’s sharp glare and the thought that it might be him thrilled and frightened Andrew.

She stepped back to allow room and, in small groups, guests began to approach again. It was just like the initiation of the evening, with hands from all sides reaching to touch him, but this time there was no teasing to it and, oddly, this seemed to excite him all the more. Hands tugged at his cock, testing the length and girth, hefted his balls and rolled them to see how heavy they felt against the palm. Andrew felt his legs being nudged apart and a pair of small, feminine hands pried his buttocks apart while another hand slipped between to tease at his anus. He quivered, cock twitching, as he fought against a moan that threatened to escape him. Suddenly his chin was tugged down, mouth opened to its fullest extent by a conspiratorially smiling pair of men. The breath rushed out of Andrew all at once, his resolve to maintain his composure disappearing in that one moment. He cried out softly, letting his arms relax and be lifted away from his body by another inspecting pair of hands. Bodies pressed in against him, luxurious fabrics brushing his skin as the wearers leaned in to poke and prod and feel him. Finally it drew to an end, the half hour stretching out into days in Andrew’s mind, and he was surprised to open his eyes on a gaily milling gathering of chattering people. The blood thumped behind his eyes and it was echoed by a throbbing of his cock as he watched the man approach the microphone once more.

“Alright, then. Now that everyone’s had their chance, let’s let the auction commence.”

Andrew expected him to begin, but instead the man turned and looked significantly at Her and She stepped forward to speak quietly to Andrew.

“Darling, tradition is that, to enhance the bidding, you’re required to stroke your cock during the entire auction. This is supposed to increase the amounts being bid, since it will invigorate the crowd. Give them a good show.” and with that She stepped back.

The man continued to stare at Andrew until, swallowing hard, he took his cock in his hand for the first time in two days, and began to slowly stroke up and down the shaft. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out, so wonderful was the sensation of his own hand on his cock. After a moment or two, the man nodded and turned back to the microphone to begin accepting bids.

Andrew barely heard any of it, save for the quiet calls of numbers that echoed inside of his head meaninglessly. He realized that the amounts began at one thousand and rapidly escalated from there, but that was as far as his rational mind could reach. Instead he was captivated by the sensation in his cock. It is something nearly miraculous to touch your cock yourself after a long period of not being allowed to, and it was almost more devastating than all of the touches that had come earlier in the evening, even Amelia’s mouth. Hundreds of eyes feasted on him as he was locked in his private struggle against orgasm, his already slow strokes starting to slow even further to keep himself from going over the edge. Soon it became apparent to Andrew, though, that only two voices were being heard alternatingly calling out amounts.

He came back to himself enough to hear Gerald calling out his bid, and it caused Andrew’s cock to pulse against his hand, almost sending him over the edge in that one instant. Andrew had to slow even further, his cock all but trembling as he switched to barely touching himself, avoiding the head of his cock entirely. Another voice rang out and Andrew looked toward it, spying a man far back in the crowd. He wasn’t quite as tall as Gerald, fairer of hair and eye, and he seemed to almost be pleased at the other man’s irritation at their competitive bidding. Andrew slowed his hand even more, gritting his teeth to fight against the impending orgasm. He hoped, feverishly, that one of the two would give in so that he would be allowed to stop. He didn’t even dare hope to come, but just to stop would be a blessing. He didn’t even care which of the two men finally won.

A hard, sharp sound barely penetrated Andrew’s consciousness, fogged as it was by his struggle with control, but the room grew quiet and suddenly Andrew was aware of another presence on the dais. The fair haired man was standing beside him, wearing a pleased smile. Somehow, to Andrew, it seemed at once friendly and slightly menacing. Almost like Hers. He felt the man’s hand close over his wrist and draw his hand away from his cock, and Andrew groaned loudly in disappointment, his cock bobbing up and down to the delight of the audience. Two soft hands drew his arms behind him and pinioned his wrists, causing Andrew to look around, but he was unable to see who it was. She was standing nearby, smiling triumphantly, and Andrew found himself in a state of intense confusion.

The man laughed and slipped his arm behind Andrew’s back, cupping his buttocks, while his other hand moved to his cock. Warm, but with a hard, unyielding feeling of masculinity so surprisingly arousing to Andrew, he felt the other man’s hand wrap around his cock and begin to stroke him. Unlike the soft, careful touches he himself had been using, this man pumped his cock with full, quick strokes, his palm sliding up over the head and twisting gently around it before slipping back down. It was only moments before Andrew was crying out and begging softly between gasps, unsure if he was begging for them to stop or to let him come. All he could utter was a desperate “Please! Please!”

Finally, She came up behind him and moved I against his ear, pressing the other woman behind him up against his body, and the man’s hand closer against his ass. Gathered there, in a delectable group around the struggling Andrew, they made quite a display for the hungry eyes of the guests. Lips pressed against his ear, She whispered.

“Come now.”

With a wrenching cry, Andrew pressed himself forward into the man’s hand, rocking his hips against the touch until he finally felt him entire body quake as the orgasm overtook him. Jet after jet of come erupted from him, falling to the floor of the dais, almost invisible against the tile except for the sheen beneath the lights. Quiet applause broke out amongst the guests and the party began to break up with laughter and discussion, as the dais lost its attraction for them and individuals prepared to leave. Andrew slumped back against Her as She cradled him, gasping and panting. The other woman slipped out from behind and smiled at him, and Andrew was shocked to see that it was the redhead who had been bound to his right.

Andrew half expected for Her to tell him to kneel and lick up his mess, but before She could the man gestured to the luscious redhead and she dropped to begin delightedly licking the tile clean. Watching her ass as she crawled across the floor was almost enough to make Andrew’s cock stir again. Almost. He forced himself to look away, though, and close his eyes to relax against Her as She stroked and petted his tired body. The man leaned down, looking directly at Andrew, but speaking to Her.

“I’ll call and arrange a time for you both to come. I’m looking quite forward to it, though it was really Julia that wanted me to buy your boy here.”

Andrew felt Her nod, and heard a quiet laugh. “Alright, James. I’m so glad you came tonight. Otherwise we might have a date with Gerald and Amelia and I don’t think Andrew would like that much.”

Andrew trembled at the thought and opened his eyes slowly, looking up at James, the one who had spent so much money to acquire time with him. James smiled broadly, displaying perfect, dazzlingly white teeth.

“I look forward to seeing you, pet. Indeed I do.”

With that, Julia rose to her feet and the two of them left the hall. Andrew slumped against Her and nuzzled into Her neck, almost hiding from the world against Her body as She sat stroking his hair.