Prologue) I Became Merchandise at a Slave Auction.
“Everyone, thank you for waiting so long!”
A beautiful woman's voice rang through my eardrums.
“The item up for auction today is this man right here!”
The sackcloth draped over my body fluttered in the wind.
Intense light flooded my vision. A cool breeze brushed against my skin without resistance.
I was completely naked, not a stitch on me.
Like Adam in the Garden of Eden, blissfully unaware of his nudity. Here I was, exposing my limp crotch to a crowd of onlookers.
My arms and legs were bound in thick, heavy iron chains, and a red gag stuffed my mouth, sending drool dripping to the floor.
“Mmph! Mmmph!!”
Amid the chaos, gasping for breath, I suddenly noticed the audience packed into the seats. Masked figures, their greedy gazes locked entirely on my naked body.
So.
This was the situation.
I'd become merchandise at a slave auction.
The female auctioneer knelt down and approached, gently caressing my shriveled, limp dick like it was a child's toy.
Even the first touch of a woman's hand elicited no response. Probably the tension.
Black leggings clung tightly to her arms and legs. Her boldly exposed upper body sizzled with heat, barely covering her privates with a heart-shaped sticker.
She'd captured the audience's attention in her so-called reverse bunny outfit, now pointing to the screen behind me as she continued her spiel.
“Now, let's take a look at the screen, shall we?”
I glanced back at the massive stage screen without thinking.
There it was: my pathetic crotch, measured against a ruler.
“This average-looking guy's name is Noehun! A fresh twenty-something! But sadly, even stretched out all the way, his dick only measures a pitiful 8cm...”
The auctioneer stroked my dick sympathetically, rubbing it against her smooth cheek. Powder from her skin dusted it white like formula milk.
“At this rate, it won't appeal to any lady bidders looking for a male sex slave, will it?”
With the gag in my mouth, I couldn't utter a single excuse. Humiliation burned so fiercely tears welled in my eyes.
The auctioneer gave my dick a tentative lick with her warm tongue and nipped the glans lightly with her teeth.
But despite the beauty's tender efforts, my crotch stayed limp, staring at the floor.
“Hmm, if it doesn't perk up now, the bids are gonna tank. For now, let's check out the interested bidders, shall we?”
Unlike the dark stage, spotlights blazed brightly below. Red lights began blinking and flashing from several spots.
Beep—.
“Oh! Quite a few bidders interested after all! Must be the fresh twenty-something appeal, huh?”
The auctioneer pulled her hand away from my crotch and spun around, hooking her arm in mine. A strawberry scent wafted from her, tickling my nose.
The pressure of her large breasts against my back made my heart race.
But far from stiffening my junior, it only made it shrink further.
“Starting with that bidder over there—she's from a remote island off the mainland! If you end up with her, you can guess what fate awaits, right?”
Salt farm slave, probably. I'd spend my life untreated like a human, toiling under the blazing sun until I dropped dead.
Her words chilled me more than any description.
“Next bidder... oh dear, she's in the organ trafficking business! Fall to her, Noehun, and your body's parts will scatter across the globe...”
Oh no, how tragic.
The auctioneer taunted me, as if daring me to appeal myself if I didn't want that fate.
“Gasp! And the last bidder—she runs gruesome live streams on the dark web! You'll suffer tortures beyond imagination and die horribly!”
This was bad. I'd resigned myself to no human rights when they dragged me here as a slave trader's lot, but every path led to horror.
“I wanted to give a young slave a chance, but at this rate, no choice!”
She kissed my cheek and stepped forward to the front of the stage.
“Alright! Time to set the real bids with these three!”
No. Please, someone get me out of this nightmare! Even if it's waiting on pretty girls, anything!
I didn't want this horrific end to my life.
It might've been worthless, but living in hellish reality beat a lifetime without human dignity.
That's when I was thrashing, tears streaming, refusing my fate.
“Huh?”
The auctioneer's hand slipped. Her cue card fluttered to the floor.
As she bent to grab it frantically, it happened.
A sight I'd only seen on my dingy monitor screen unfolded before my eyes.
The heart sticker barely covering my crotch. And above it, another naughty hole.
Pink sphincter muscles clenched tight, fully exposed without a single cover, wrinkles and all.
As if begging to be stirred inside, the hole winked open vulnerably.
Snap!
My limp dick shot upright amid the crowd's stares.
Beep—.
Stunned by my dick jumping angrily, I heard buzzers from the audience.
The auctioneer, finally snatching her cue card, looked out at the seats with an excited voice.
“Oh! A new bidder! It's our auction house's VIP patrons! But why so late—?”
She turned back to me, eyed my dick, and recoiled in shock.
“Gasp! What... what just happened?? A miracle! It's a miracle!!”
Her face flushed as she covered her eyes. But through her fingers, her gaze fixated on my dick. Then, a shy woman's voice from the audience.
“5 billion.”
An absurd sum, like I'd misheard.
“Pardon?”
The auctioneer faltered, so the bidder who pressed the button spoke again.
“We'll buy that man for 5 billion.”
