From: klaus@diku.dk (Klaus Ole Kristiansen)
Subject: Retrospective: The Auction (M/M, sex, semi-cons.)
Date: 12 Dec 1995 09:10:38 GMT

This is pure fantasy.

WARNING: this is not a story for nice boys and girls.  It might give
you naughty ideas.

THE AUCTION

Andy was feeling sick in his stomach as he approached the corner of
the camp where the auction was to be held.  He had only been at
sergeant major Thompson's auctions twice.  Just watching had made him
acutely uncomfortable.  Now he was going to bid!

There was no alternative.  Two years ago today he had started dating
Laureen.  He had had to cancel their last four dates for various
reasons.  She had promised to make this anniversary even more special
than their first one.  Now they had suddenly been ordered on this
maneuver.  He had kept postponing telling her, and now it was too late.
He couldn't even make a phone call.  He had to have that late pass.  On
the plus side, rumor had it that the buyer would also get the loan of a
jeep.

The sergeant major was standing in front of a jeep.  There was an open
space in front of him.  Around this stood a crowd of 20 or 30.  Andy
recognised only five or six.

"You know how it is during maneuvers.  There is only one late pass
today.  It would be pretty useless without transport, so I am throwing
in the loan of my jeep.  Now what am I bid?"
The bids started five, and stopped at fifteen.
"Fifteen only?  Going once."
With a sinking feeling, Andy said "sixteen!"
"Seventeen!"
That was Rich.  He hadn't bid before.  Andy bid eighteen.  Three more
times Rich bid against him.  Andy bid 24.  No one bid over.  Thompson
asked for his name and filled in the pass.

"Come here."
"Yes, sir."
Andy stood next to the jeep.  He remembered the procedure from back
when he had watched a couple of auctions.  Without any prompting,
he handed the sergeant major his belt, turned to face the jeep, pulled
down his drawers and leaned over the hood.  What would it be like?  At
the first auction he had witnessed, one buyer had not seemed bothered
by 15 while another had jumped around and had to be restrained after
two or three.

"One," said Thompson, and swung the belt into Andy's unprotected butt.
Andy howled.  This was not what he had expected!  Nothing ought to hurt
like this.
"Two."
TWACK!
"Yeeeeeoooow!!!"
"Three"
TWACK!
Andy screamed again.  He couldn't take it.  Not another one.  Not 24!
"Four."
TWACK!
Andy jumped up.
"Private Parker!"
A man stepped forward, and grabbed Andy's wrists.  He stood at the
other side of the jeep, and pulled on Andy's arms.  So this was Parker.
Rumor had it that Thompson and Parker were lovers.  Another rumor had
it that  Thompson had "shopped around" for the biggest pecker in the
company, and found it.  Andy wondered how much of this was true.  The
bulge in Parker's×pants was very noticeable, but not especially large.
Andy had only a moment to think about such things, then he got
distracted.
"Five."
TWACK!
Another line of fire across his burning ass.
"Six."
TWACK!
It was no good.  There was no way he could take this.
"Seven."
TWACK!
"OWWWWW!!!!  Sir!  Please!  I don't want that pass.  I can't take it."
"Your name is on it, private Jenkins.  You must pay what you bid.
Auctions are always like that.  However, there is another way.  You
might get someone else to pay."
He placed a finger on Andy's butt, far out to the left.
"You can put your ass up for sale."
He ran the finger horizontally across the ass, dipping it into the
crack as he passed it.
"Sir?  I don't understand."
The finger returned from right to left, a little lower this time.  It
barely missed the hole as it dipped into the crack.
"Now why would a man with no late pass want to buy a lovely ass like
yours?"
He couldn't mean ... only he did.
"NO!  I'm not selling."
"That's up to you.  Eight."
TWACK!
"Ouch!"
He was in trouble.  He knew he couldn't take 24 of these, but the
alternative was so much worse.
"Nine."
TWACK!
He wouldn't.  No way.  He'd rather die.
"Ten."
TWACK!
"OW!  Sir!  I'll do it!  Stop!"

The sergeant major placed a fingertip directly on Andy's asshole.
"You want to sell this?"
"Yes sir."
Tears of shame were rolling down Andy's cheeks.  Thompson turned around
and addressed the crowd:
"We have an ass for sale!  And what a cute ass it is."
He pressed a hand against each of Andy's buns and pulled outwards,
exposing the hole.
"What am I bit for this delectable hole?"
He let go, and rested one hand on Andy's ass, the thumb on the left
bun, three fingers on the right one and the index finger resting
lightly on the hole.
"Four!"  "Five!"  "Six!"
"Six here on my left.  Six only."
"Seven!"  "Eight!"
"Eight is bid.  Eight is private Morris's bid.  Eight only.  Going
once.  Going twice.  Sold!"
TWACK!
The blow was a complete surprise for Andy.  He jumped up.  Rich was
coming to the front.  His pants were bulging, as were practically all
pants Andy could see.  He bared his butt and bend over the hood of the
jeep.
"One!"
TWACK!
Andy's belt left a red stripe all across Rich's ass.
"Two!"
The sergeant major swung the belt like a whip eight times.  Rich didn't
seem to mind.  Had he planned this?  Rich had made a few passes at
Andy, but desisted when it became clear that Andy wasn't interested.
Had he lusted for him ever since?  Had he bid against him to force him
to put his butthole up for auction?  Was Andy  getting paranoid?  Rich
rose.  His butt was more red than white, crisscrossed as it was with
broad red stripes.  His dick was standing out from his body pointing
downward, not quite hard.

Andy bend over again.  Some sort of nozzle was placed between his
buttocks, and deposited a gob of something wet and cool on his asshole.
A finger was thrust through this and deep into his rectum.  It went
in very easily.  Maybe he shouldn't had refused when Laureen had wanted
to stick that candle into him?  The finger was twisted around a couple
of times, then withdrawn.  Something else pushed lightly against his
hole.  A hand was placed on his left butt cheek.  He couldn't help
clenching his asshole.
"Relax.  It won't hurt if you relax," said Rich.
He tried, with little success.  There was a pressure at his hole, an
increasing pressure.  The pressure rose, became unbearable, kept
rising.  Suddenly the intruder was inside.  There was a sharp pain,
then a totally new sensation.  After a short pause, the intruder went
further in.  In and in and in and still further in.  Andy felt that he
needed to take a dump right now.  Knowing the cause of the feeling did
nothing to reduce the urgency.  The pain in his sphincter was fading
fast.  It was already insignificant compared to the pain in his
buttocks when Rich got all the way in.  He pulled most of the way out
again, then returned inward.  In and out the intruder went.  In and
out.  Andy was feeling a jab of guilt that he had wanted to subject
Laureen to this.  At least he'd never asked her.  He hadn't felt he
could after refusing the candle.

After an eternity of fucking, Rich stopped, then started again very
slowly.  Andy recognised a technique he often used with Laureen.  Rich
wanted this to last!  Fortunately Andy had got somewhat used to it.  It
was no longer unbearable.  What was this pain in his dick?  No, not
pain, cold.  Andy's dick was pressing against the cold metal of the
jeep.  No!  It couldn't be!  In this of all situations, he couldn't
have a hardon.  Only he did.  His dick was rather hard, and getting
harder.

At long last, the fuck came to an end.  Rich fucked faster and faster,
then stopped, moaning "Oh oh!  OOOOH!  Ohhhhhhhh!"  He stood still a
moment, catching his breath before pulling out.  Andy was hoping he
might get up his pants without anybody seeing the condition of his
dick, but Rich grabbed him by the shoulders and had him stand with his
side to the jeep.  He grabbed Andy's hard dick and stroked it slowly,
saying:
"You don't need to go through all this, you know.  Next time you want
your butt fucked, just say so.  I'll be happy to do it for you."
He let go and grabbed his own dick.  He took off a rubber.  Of course!
A rubber.  Why hadn't Andy thought of that?  Next time he would insist
on a rubber.  What nonsense!  As if there would be a next time.

"Assume position!"
"Sir?"
"Bend over!"
"But ..."
"I counted ten blows for you, didn't I private Jenkins?"
"Yes sir."
"Plus one for the sale makes eleven, right?"
"Yes sir."
"And private Morris took eight.  That's nineteen, right?"
"Yes sir."
"And what did you bid?"
"24, sir."
"So you still have five coming, haven't you?"
"Uhm ..."
"Do you want to sell your ass again?"
"No sir!"
"Then bend over!"
"Yes sir."
Parker grabbed his wrists again.
"Twenty."
If anything, those five blows hurt worse than those he had got before.
Eventually it was over.  He pulled his pants back up.  The sergeant
major handed him his belt, the pass, and the key to the car.  The crowd
dispersed, mostly in pairs.  Andy noticed that Parker and Thompson
disappeared into the same tent.

As he drove towards the city, Andy had trouble sitting still.  His
backside was so sore.  Rich was willing to take a belting just to
get to fuck him!  That was flattering, in a way.  Hey!  Why shouldn't
Andy do the whipping himself?  That was crazy.  He was not going to let
a dick into his ass again for any reason.  And why would he want to
whip Rich anyway?  Yet, for some reason the sight of that red ass had
been ... NO!  Red ass!!  Oh no!  If Rich's ass was that red, what did
Andy's look like?  He had taken twice as many blows!  What was he
going to tell Laureen?  What was he going to tell Laureen?

THE END