Carl Offered for Sale at Auction
"Hey Carl, what do you think about helping out with charity work?"
This was an odd way to start the day, especially considering Doreen had clearly consumed Carl's penis while he slept: her lipstick was on it, there was traces of precum on her face. At the same time, Carl had just experienced a very sensual dream in which he was having intercourse (he wasn't sure with whom) but in the real world it had been Doreen's mouth.
"Uh, I think it's great," replied Carl, referring to the charity work as Doreen licked her own lips and slowly stood up to face him.
"Someone reached out to us to assist at a local event benefiting..." Doreen paused, forgetting the purpose of the charity momentarily. "Anyway, it's tonight. I've even rented a tux for you to wear."
It was unusual that Doreen would be so eager to assist a charity she didn't even understand, so Carl assumed it was her interest in the event itself rather than the actual act of helping. Regardless, being Carl, he obeyed and prepared to assist attendees at a formal dinner event.
The day passed as usual, infused with an exciting energy coming from Doreen. She performed her morning milking routine on the dining room table, collecting the sperm in a jar, then gave him a shower with extra attention paid to trimming his hair. However, rather than his normal afternoon milking session, she told him to skip it and take another shower to enhance his cleanliness for the dinner.
Upon returning from his shower, Doreen was already dressed in a long gown, her hair styled lavishly, and heavily applying the perfume that filled the air. She was standing by the bed overseeing Carl's dressing. He put on underpants which, for the first time ever, were not pouch-panties. They were small, tight, and clingy, exposing the profile of his semi-erect penis. Next, he donned tuxedo pants – quite snug as well, revealing the heft of his testicles and the prominence of his penis bulge. The shirt, jacket, socks, and shoes were next, and finally the bow tie. Carl had never tied one, so Doreen placed herself on a stool to meticulously adjust his bowtie.
"You look so dashing!" she exclaimed with adoration, admiring the product of her labor. Carl even appreciated the effort when he glanced at himself in the full-length mirror Doreen would constantly encourage him to use. He actually did look quite dashing.
A taxi arrived, they climbed inside, and Doreen held Carl's leg firmly on her lap, ensuring his penis was slightly swollen and noticeable in the tuxedo trousers. Then they were off to the sophisticated event.
Held at the Masonic Hall, a place Carl had never visited, they neared the entrance where a lady at a table checked her list and welcomed them. She leered at Doreen and showered Carl with an intense appraisal. She pointed them to an area where guests were mingling, sipping champagne.
A beverage Carl had never enjoyed in the presence of Doreen before, but she took a flute from a roaming tray and gave it to him. As they sipped, they met several women of different ages, some around Carl's age and others Doreen's, all dressed up with shimmering dresses, elaborate hairstyles, and evening makeup. The large number of women and few men explained why Carl was receiving so much attention, both verbal and physical: his arm was gripped, his back gently palmed, and even one woman pinched his ass while conversing with Doreen. These women also allowed Doreen to seemingly accept the praise for offering help to the local charity.
Sophie, a friend of Doreen's from the infamous morning coffee club, and the one who organized the life-drawing class Carl had modeled for, walked over to greet them both. She introduced them to the only other man their age at the event - a taller, well-built fellow with slicked-back hair and almost black features.
"This must be Kevin," commented Doreen, assessing him, noting his height and broad shoulders. His hair was similar to Carl's, slicked back but slightly darker, while his eyebrows were dark like his hair and his eyes were so dark they appeared almost black, making it difficult to tell if he was even looking at you.
"Oh, very nice, Sophie," replied Doreen, mirroring Kevin's appearance while still examining him. "He's your neighbor, right?" Sophie confirmed with a nod. "And I've heard that you two have already enjoyed some adventures together, Kevin..." Kevin blushed and nodded, avoiding eye contact with Carl. The conversation was awkward for both young men, and they struggled not to look at each other. As they lowered their gazes, Carl observed that both he and Kevin wore tight trousers, showing off the details of their underwear.
After a few more minutes of small talk between Doreen and Sophie, Sarah sounded a little gong, signaling people to move to a large room with round tables.
"Well, we'll see you later, Sophie. Kevin," said Doreen, trying to show off. The boys nodded at each other and, each taking hold of one of the older women they were escorting, they entered the dining room. At the entrance, there was a board with a map of the tables and names on it. Doreen quickly realized they were seated at one of the front tables, right next to the stage. She must have donated a lot, thought Carl.
Upon taking their seats, Carl noticed that on the neighboring table, equally close to the stage, sat Sophie and Kevin. And like Carl's table, that table had only one man - Kevin. The women on their table eyed Carl and, he could see when he glanced over, Kevin as well. "You look so handsome in your tux!" "Have you been to a formal dinner like this before?" "How long have you known Doreen?" "How did you meet?"
Doreen answered many of these questions, telling them about Carl's attractiveness with pride, occasionally looking at him and fixing his clothing. She clearly wanted them to know he was her possessions, Carl realized.
The waitresses appeared, carrying bottles of red and white wine. "Have some white, darling," urged Doreen, noticing Carl studying the menu and wondering if he was allowed. The waitress poured the wine, looking at Carl before removing the bottle. This made him uncomfortable. Then, more waitresses arrived with round plates containing some sort of paté and triangular slices of toast.
While Carl was still eating, the woman from the lectern on the stage walked over and whispered something to Doreen. She then exchanged a similar exchange with Sophie. "Carl, dear, they want you in the backstage area now," said Doreen.
"Excuse me?" asked Carl, startled by this interruption.
Doreen smiled sweetly. "They'll tell you what to do backstage. Just follow Kevin and the other woman," she directed, as if he were a child.
Carl got up and agreed with Kevin's standing, following the woman who was guiding them towards the backstage curtains. They were seated on some plastic chairs near the side of the stage. They both wanted to engage in conversation but couldn't quite form the words. Uncomfortable and unsure of what was coming next, they just sat and looked around, trying to maintain their calm.
The lady from the lectern returned. In her forties, blonde, wearing a tight trouser suit with elaborate makeup, she appeared to be from television. "Here are my lovely models," she said in a condescending tone as she approached. "Aren't you two attractive?" Once they stood up, she spun each man in separate directions, examining their faces, bodies, packages, and backsides. "Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous," she said, facing them happily and giving each a pat on the buttocks. "And so young!"
Carl could see that Kevin was as uncomfortable as he was with this situation, the two men blushing from head to toe. "Are you two ready?" prompted the woman, holding her earpiece closer to her ear and gesturing towards various people.
"Aww, how cute!" she gushed without addressing the question.
"What do you want us to do, miss?" Carl asked, trying a more direct approach.
"You'll see," she replied with a sly grin. "Kevin, you'll go first. Keep an ear out for your name, and that woman there will signal you. Then it's your turn, Carl, when they call your name."
Music started playing and she marched up the stairs, her face lighting up under the stage lights. The woman tasked with signaling them for their on-stage appearance approached. Short, rotund, and unattractive, she wore a headset and seemed to be talking to someone while evaluating the two young men, running her hands across their stomachs, butts, and crotches. "Nice," she murmured, unsure if it was to them or the person on the other end of the headset. "You two should do very well."
"Kevin!" someone called, and the woman led Kevin to the foot of the stairs to the stage. "Just go up, walk toward her, and she'll take care of the rest..." she said. Kevin looked at Carl, both of them feeling nervous. Then he started up.
"Relax, there's nothing to be nervous about," the woman said, fondling Carl's backside and groin. "Not for someone like you."
Who is she talking about? He thought he was here to serve hors d'oeuvres or pour drinks, not be put on stage...
It took a while but he just barely caught his name being called, and the woman grabbed his elbow, leading him to the side of the stage like she'd done with Kevin. She pushed him up the stairs, his heart pounding, wondering what he was about to do on this huge charity event's stage...
"And here he is," she said into the mic as he arrived. "The illustrious Carl."
Famous? What did she mean by that?
"You've seen the pictures, you've enjoyed the video, you may have even had a chance to fondle one of the replicas," she continued, causing him to blush. "You could've even had a feel of the legendary penis or a taste of the famous milk..." What was going on? Why were they mocking him like this? "But tonight, you will experience Carl like never before..."
A few giggles and some applause ensued, and he realized that pictures of him in the nude were being displayed on a massive screen. Close-ups of his cock dripping pre-cum, his balls with a woman's hand on them, his anus with a woman's finger disappearing into it... Pictures he didn't even know existed were now on show for everyone to see.
The woman signaled for him to go stand near Kevin, who looked equally ashamed with what had been shown on the screen.
"Now we need to thank the women behind these handsome gentlemen, the ladies who have provided these two exquisite specimens for tonight's auction," the lady said into the microphone, receiving applause and a few whoops. At least now, Carl and Kevin knew what was in store.
Doreen and Sophie stepped onto the stage to more applause and cheering as they made their way to their respective men. "So, Doreen," the woman addressed, perusing her notes. "Tell us something about Carl before we attempt to auction him."
"Well, he's very compliant. As you can see, he's very well-built...particularly where it counts," prompting more applause. "And he's just a wonderful boy."
"And Sophie, what can you tell us about the young man you've brought with you?"
"This is Kevin. He's been a model in my life-drawing class," she began, eyeing Kevin with embarrassment. "And not only does he like flaunting his spectacular body, but he always follows directions."
"A quality we all appreciate in a young man," the presenter exclaimed over more applause. "Now, for a little change in pace, we want to see the condition but also want you, Sophie, to undress Carl, and you, Doreen, to show us more of Kevin."
Carl noticed the women exchange glances and shared a knowing smile before swapping their positions and inspecting their new models.
The hostess starred with, "Time to take off these ties," while beaming with enthusiasm. Carl and Kevin leaned in to get a close look at the petite women as they untied their bows, eventually waving them in the air like trophies.
She later instructed, "Let's take off these jackets now," and Doreen and Sophie assisted the two men in shedding their outerwear. She asked, "Are we ready for the shirts, ladies?"
Excitement filled the room as Sophie hesitantly unbuttoned the front of Carl's shirt. Her hands shook, either from the bright lights or the anticipation, Carl couldn't tell. She undid the bottom button, grazing Carl's penis in the process, then flung the shirt wide open, prompting cheers from the audience. Moments later, Kevin's reveal was met with the same response as his shirt was slid down to reveal his bare chest.
The hostess exclaimed, "This is delightful, right, ladies?" beginning by rubbing her hands over Kevin's sculpted abs, then over Carl's pecs before moving down to just below his waistband. "Next, we need to get rid of these shoes," she said and both young men removed their shoes without bending down. "But we want to see your feet, don't we ladies?"
She continued, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for... turn around, gentlemen... the reveal. Ladies, remove the trousers from these two," and Doreen and Sophie began undoing the button and zipper on their partners' pants, making sure they lingered as much as possible along their penises. Carl couldn't help but notice Doreen's enjoyment at handling the new man she was with, and it stirred a feeling he couldn't quite place.
With their pants around their ankles, both men flashed the audience with their tight underwear-clad rear ends. The hostess marveled, "How deliciously divine," insinuating they were in for a treat. She moved to the front of the two men and, looking at them and out into the crowd, asked, "Are you in for a treat! I can't believe what I'm seeing here..." Before preparing for the grand finale, she gave a preview of the two men, showing Kevin's blushing face and his impressive body in his tiny white briefs with a clearly visible penis. She then moved to Carl, focusing on his face, then ran the camera along his muscular torso to his bulging crotch.
"Ladies, are we ready?" The room roared their approval, even louder the second time.
"I can't hear you. Ladies, are we ready?" The cheers grew even louder.
"But before I have Doreen and Sophie spin their boys around, how about a little sneak peek?" And with the camera trained on their faces, she moved it down Kevin's chiseled body to the tiny white briefs concealing his taut penis. "But I'll just give you a glimpse for now," she teased whilst the room continued to cheer. Then it was Carl's turn. She lingered on his face, avoiding the camera, and maneuvered the GoPro to follow her hands down Carl's chest, tight abs, and bulge, firmly grasping his member for the audience to see. See
"Alright, gals," she announced while focusing on Doreen and Sophie. "Time for the climax. Turn your fellas around..." Sophie grabbed hold of Carl's buttocks, giving them a quick squeeze and then spun him around, putting him in front of an audience. Doreen, a bit more hesitant, took a moment to adjust to the bright lights, but by the time Carl blinked, he was facing an entire room of excited women, with Kevin now standing beside him. The emcee approached and brought them closer for the numerous cameras flashing left and right.
Face to face, their hips touching, Carl felt Kevin shudder with nervousness. The emcee stood pompously, placing her hands on both erections, gazing into the cameras, and blowing kisses before saying to the crowd, "And now for the grand revelation... Are you ready?" The cheers roared. Carl could hear her breath on his thighs. "I said, Are you ready?" The cheers grew louder. Then, kneeling down and turning around, she stood up again and spoke with a sultry voice, "And now for Carl..." The room erupted in cheers at his name.
Carl couldn't believe it. The video, the replicas, and college pictures had no doubt spread among the women. This time, the emcee didn't need to incite the crowd; they were already whipped into a frenzy. So, she took her time, reaching for the waistband, resulting in cheers, before finally moving her hands over Carl's groin. With his cock already hard, it jerked forward and hit her in the mouth.
Laughing, the emcee grabbed the GoPro and continued to laugh with Carl's cock in the viewfinder. The entire room was going wild with two of their beautiful young men standing, fully erect, as they were inspected by the women (and some men) of the town, great of their fantastic physiques.
"We're almost done with dinner," the emcee mentioned, causing some boos, and decided t leave the boys standing naked on stage for the crowd to examine before the auction. While waitresses arrived at the side of the stage, gazing at what they had seen through the kitchen doors, the audience made their way to their seats, moving chaotically to ensure the perfect view of the stage.
The emcee approached the remaining naked pair and asking, "Is it okay if people can touch your genitals?" Carl nodded to Doreen, presently taking her seat, as she provided a small nod of acceptance. "Yes, Miss," Carl said hesitantly. Kevin also agreed, "Of course, Miss." The boys' faces were filled with fear as they had to maintain their erections as people started to climb up on stage to examine them.
With the meal underway, Carl and Kevin began to feel self-conscious, standing there naked, half hard, their penises shrinking with every passing second in front of a hundred or so people. "Don't let us down, guys," the emcee whispered, miming a wanking motion for them to maintain their erections, as Doreen and Sophie looked up from dinner, their fellow audience members craning their necks to get a glimpse at the aroused pair. With the audience in awe, the boys struggled to keep themselves hard, their shaved balls bouncing while they tried to keep their erections.
Soon enough, individuals started wrapping up their meals and Carl observed a female - maybe in her 50s, hefty, blonde hair, and a dress disclosing her back - converse with the hostess. The hostess gave a nod and the woman cautiously ascended the stage. Nervous - concerning being on stage, being observed by all these individuals and the vicinity of two alluring younger men - she proceeded toward them and, with her back to the area, acquired a phallus in each hand. A modest cheer surged from one part of the room, most likely from the table she originated from.
Carl and Kevin had both conformably put their hands behind their backs and as she rubbed these two stunning penises, she glanced at them, as if chronicling this particular moment, and subsequently, allowed the penises go and whistled 'thank you' to the young men.
As she turned away, yet another female, this one more youthful - slender, long hair, rather attractive with spectacles - replaced her and, peering behind her for support from her table, held the penises and marveled at them, her eyes actually dilating with the view of them. With a cheer reverberating beyond her, she stooped down, turned around and, with one penis in each hand, posed for photographs her comrades were documenting.
This seemed to open the shovels and instantly there was a line in front of Carl and Kevin. When the women arrived at the limit of the queue, they would grip both penises in their hands generally and frequently bent to take the crouching picture in the midst of the guys. The ladies who came were of various styles: the youngest, in fact, was a young lady from Carl's course, a nerdy little thing who had continually had a inclination for Carl and now, eventually, got to manage his penis in her hand, this penis she'd coveted so much. She executed the crouching snapshot pose but when the photographs were fulfill, she turned toward Carl's penis and kissed it. Carl couldn't exactly determine if it was charming or inappropriate yet his penis cherished the attention and intensified even more, a droplet of precum surfacing at the tip. She peered at him, practically emboldening herself, then extended her tongue and swallowed it.
By this time, people were aggregating around the two men and Carl could sense palms on his back and his buttocks, between his legs reaching for his testicles, his buttocks cheeks pulled separately so someone could touch his clean pink hole... The ladies were mainly undesirable yet the sensation of being groped was extreme so Carl only shut his eyes, tipped his head back and succumbed to it as he listened to them discuss him as if he wasn't there: "Oh, his skin's so delicate!", "I've never observed such a large penis, have you?", "Have you sampled the balls? They're so smooth. I wonder who trims them for him,", "I've had the replica within me and, let me disclose you, his penis is much improved in the flesh."
At a specific moment, he identified over at Kevin, who was also getting recognized, palms over his body, images being engendered next to his penis, his arse getting scrutinized close-up... They crossways eyes, providing little appearances of regret as the groping proceeded. There was additionally one of the males - Carl rather recognizably, maybe an exemplary from school, possibly a teacher, greying hair - who treaded up, risking obloquy and held both penises in his hand and simply articulated, 'Well done, lads,' as if it was simply a bit of amusement.
Subsequently, when it seemed like every individual in the room had come and tried the spoils, the hostess reemerged to light applause. 'So, how did you enjoy your... meal?' she laughed, viewing the erect penises on either side of her. 'Scrumptious, yes? Well, now you've all sensed the attribution of the prizes, how about we initiate the sales...'?
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