Randy jack-knifed himself out of bed, admiring his muscled, hard body in the mirror. In other words, Randy Dunn, hunky, built, horse-hung stud, was white-hot horny. Whoever Randy picked up would soon be a grunge whore in Randy’s crotch, until Randy was ready to skull-fuck him, and maybe ass-fuck him, too. And there would be plenty of time after the dinner to cruise the bars in his shorts and tight t-shirt, looking for a likely candidate to lick the sweat off his jock strap and a whole lot more.īy that time, after three-plus days of wearing it, Randy would have created an intoxicating man odor in the jock strap, caused by days-old sweat, now dried, but reawakened by new sweat. However, Randy was really turned by the thought of being tied up, nearly naked, and displayed on stage like a hunk of meat for sale. Randy knew the people who regularly went to that bar, and he didn’t think that he’d be doing anything more than dinner with the winning bidder. If anything else happened, that was between the “Master” and the “slave.” The winning bidder was entitled to buy his “slave” dinner. The “slaves” would leave the stage, to be called back singly and bid on.
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Then they would turn, so the audience could see that their hands were tied, and could observe their shoulders, arms, and ass. Then, when it was time, all the “slaves” would cross the stage in a chorus line, in the bright lights, facing the audience, showing their chests, legs, face, and crotch. Additionally each “slave” was to have his hands tied behind his back before he appeared on stage. Randy stroked the growing bulge between his legs, as his cockhead rubbed along the ribs of the jock. Each man was to bring only a jock strap, which is why Randy had been wearing his for three days. The “slaves” would appear in a private room behind the stage, where there as a place to store their clothes.
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That night he had promised friends of his that he would take part in a “slave” auction, along with 10 or 12 other guys, the proceeds all going to AIDS research.Īs he lay in bed, wearing only his packed jock, Randy reviewed how the auction would work.
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He also, deliberately, had not picked up a boy to have sex with last night, though with his lean, hard body, good looks, and infectious smile, Randy could have had his choice of anyone.īut this morning was different. His hard, lean, muscular body was naked, except for his close-fitting jock strap, which he had worn now for the past three days. He lazed drowsily under a single sheet, luxuriating in the pleasant knowledge that he didn’t have to work today. Randy had turned the air conditioning off the night before, and was enjoying the gentle breeze through his window, and the muffled sound of early morning traffic on Atlanta’s streets. It was going to be a hot day in Atlanta, but right now, the temperature seemed just right. Randy woke earlier than usual that Saturday, and then, realizing it was Saturday, snuggled back down in his comfortable bed, enjoying the laziness and half-awakedness of a day when he did not have to work.