The disembodied voice of the announcer said, “The bidding is closed!” and it was over. Once again, Boy Jack felt like the time he had stepped out on to the stage had been both hours ago and seconds ago. Between the lights in his eyes and his disoriented emotions, Boy Jack didn’t even see the face of the man who had bought him.

He was not surprised when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his chest, nor when rough hands began to explore his body. He had been told that it was a tradition for buyers to fuck their new slaves for the first time on the auction block in front of the crowd. The Master finally turned Boy Jack’s head to the side where he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

His new owner was Master Saint, the most intimidating of the three men who had appraised him. Boy Jack did not have time to think through that, much less analyze the envious lustful gazes of the men watching Master Saint use his new toy. Boy Jack’s entire focus was on the fat cock stretching his hole painfully wide and drilling hard and deep into his guts, over and over, with the power and privilege of ownership. The new life of The Boy Jack Waters had begun.