“Later we will bring you a meal and then we will get you ready for the night,” he said, before leaving the room, locking it again.
I sat on the bed, trying to calm down. All that was very strange and I was eager to find out what I was doing there. I tried to avoid thinking about what I have felt with his touch. It should be normal to get a bit excited when being touched in such area in that way.
I remained sat, waiting for what felt like forever, until finally the door opened. A woman in white brought me food and a juice in a trolley very similar to those used in the hospitals. She placed the tray on the bed beside me, staring at me without a word.
“Could you tell me where I am?” I asked her.
“I’m sorry. I am not allowed to do so. Just eat, soon they will come to prepare you,” she answered, already turning to leave the bedroom.
“What are they preparing me for?” I asked impatiently, standing up and holding her trolley, preventing her to leave.
“Please, let me go. I cannot tell you anything, boy, just to take care with what you say or do. They have implanted a chip on you, which they can activate, if you try to escape. It won’t be very pleasant if they do,” she alerted me. She then pushed away the trolley and left the room, locking the door.
I ran to the mirror; where I took off my shirt and tried to search for any signs of cuts, but even after searching through all my body, I hadn’t find any. Was she lying? My stomach started to growl, reminding me of my hunger. I looked at the food over the bed: rice, beans, a very juicy steak and several kinds of salads. I sat down and started eating. A few minutes later, the dish was empty, as well as the orange juice. I didn’t know if it was just my hunger speaking, but it was delicious, even though it was a very simple dish.
I tried to calm myself down, for I was very nervous and, if I remained like that, I could complicate things even more. I had to think straight if I wanted to get off that situation. Soon after, the man from before appeared, in his suit, with another one beside him, who wearing white clothes, similar to mine. In his uniform, there was a badge with his name: Armando.
“Ianto, I need you to follow Armando,” the man said.
“Alright,” I answered, standing up and trying to cool down. He looked at me in suspicion.
“I’d like you to know that, if you try anything, we have how to stop you,” Armando warned me.
“How?” I asked him, even knowing the answer. I wouldn’t tell on the woman who had revealed it to me.
“A chip was inserted in you. We can track you down and, if necessary, we can activate it and it will release a liquid in your blood, which will paralyze your body long enough for us to capture you again.”
“Where?” I asked him, hoping he would answer me. After all, I hadn’t find any cuts or marks.
“We won’t tell you where, but don’t worry: we left no traces,” the man in a suit answered.
“Follow me, Ianto,” Armando ordered me.
I then followed him close outside, to a white corridor. The other man didn’t follow us. He guided me to a big metallic door. As soon as we crossed it, I noticed it looked like some kind of dressing room. There were other four boys sitting on a wooden bench and another man in white seemed to be watching them.
“Now, here is the last one,” Armando told the other man.
“You, boys, take off your clothes and get into the bath. Hurry!” the man ordered us and the others started stripping their clothes. In his badge, there was a name: Pedro.
“You too, Ianto,” Armando said to me.
I started getting naked as well, even though it felt strange. I had never been naked in front of other kids like that. I tried to avoid looking to the other boys’ bodies, although I was enormously curious.
“You may pick it up a soap and a shampoo in here,” Armando informed us, carrying a box with several small flasks and soap bars. We all picked one of each and went for the showers.
“I turned mine on, still trying to avoid looking at the others and started soaping my body shyly, aware that the other two were still watching us carefully.
“Want to bet who is going to worth more?” asked Pedro to the other, at a certain point.
“This time there’s no need, it’s quite obvious. Ianto is a virgin!” Armando replied.
“Really?” the other man asked, laughing. I felt my face burning and the other boys started staring at me from head to toe.
“Go back to washing yourselves!” Armando shouted, as he noticed the stares on me.
I tried to take a deep breath and keep calm, but it was hard. When we finished, they handed us towels and offered us new clean clothes. As soon as I was dressed, Armando made a sign for me to follow him.
“Don’t bother with them. You are the youngest here; the other boys are between 18 and 20 years old. Besides, I’ve also lost my virginity when I was your age, even though I was caste 3,” he remarked, while we were apparently walking back to my room.
That subject always annoyed me. Usually most of the boys had already dated someone at Junior High, from where we left at the age of 14. It was hard for someone from a higher caste to date someone from caste 5, so we usually dated among ourselves.
As I had to help my family, in the very week I graduated, I was already working. Since them, I hardly hung out with my former friends or went to parties, for I was always trying to save money for emergencies.
“There you go. Now, you just have to wait for a little longer,” said Armando, after leaving me at my bedroom and locking the door behind him.
I laid in bed, now without the tray. I was very anxious to understand what was all that about, so the time once again seemed to drag on an eternity, until someone showed up again in my bedroom.
“It’s time, Ianto,” Armando told me. I stood up, staring at him. He was holding something black on his hand. “Unfortunately, I will have to blindfold you from now on, so you won’t see the place we will be taking you,” he revealed, noticing my eyes on the piece of cloth.
I didn’t say anything, even if I felt bothered, since there was nothing to be done. Armando stopped behind me and tied the cloth over my eyes. I shivered when I felt his breath on the nape of my neck. He was too close. I stepped forward, moving away, when I felt the knot was well tied.
“Let me guide you,” he said, pulling me by the arm.
It was odd not being able to see anything while someone was taking you somewhere. It seemed like a kidnap, but without restrains. There was no need of it; after all, they could control me through the chip inside me.
After walking under Armando’s guidance, I heard a noise that indicated there were other people there. Then, he helped me climb something, which seemed to be a vehicle, some sort of van. He told me to sit. I noticed the others beside me, probably the boys from earlier.
“Before we leave, I ask you to stay calm. We will soon take off your blindfolds,” I heard the sound of the man who was wearing a suit in the early morning.
None of us said anything and the engine started. My heart was racing and I was very nervous. My mind was full of thoughts regarding what was about to happen. Each option was even worse than the previous one.
After a moment of complete silence, apart from the noise of the traffic and the engine, the car finally stopped. Then, I heard the door opening. Once again, someone held my arm, guiding me outside. This time, though, I didn’t know if it was Armando.
A few steps later, I heard the person opening a door, taking me inside. We climbed a few steps and, soon after, we stopped. I heard the others coming as well, while my blindfold was being removed.
We were taken to a white room, with only a few chairs. Armando, Pedro and the man in suit were staring at us from the door.
“Now, all you have to do is wait. We will take you one by one. Our guests have already started to arrive,” said the man, leaving the room beside Pedro. Armando closed the door after them and stayed there, watching us.
We all sat down and I realized I was not the only one
there who anxious. We all avoided talking, too afraid, until one of them decided to break the silence.
“Could you tell us what is happening now?” asked a black boy, sitting beside me. He seemed quite annoyed.
“Not yet. Just stay calm; it’s almost over,” Armando answered.
“How do you expect us to stay calm? You have kidnapped us, threatened us with a chip we don’t even know if it really exists” the boy shouted.
“You want to know if the chip is for real?” Armando asked him, taking off his cellphone and pressing something that made the boy’s body contort, as if taken by an electrical shock. We all got frightened. He soon stopped, seeming to recover. “We have other options besides paralyzing you with it, so, please, cooperate with us,” he informed us, staring at us seriously.
After that, we all remained quiet, waiting. I could hear the sound of laughter, music and talk. It was as if there was a party happening downstairs. A moment later, Pedro opened the door, holding a chain and a padded white leash.
“Otávio, you are first,” he said, signaling for the boy to follow him. Then, the longhaired boy stood up and walked towards him. “No, no. Take your clothes off, first!” he ordered him.
“You want me to go with you naked?” he asked, nervously.
“Exactly. Take them off now,” answered Pedro, impatiently.
Then, the boy took off his clothes and covered his intimacy with his hands, for he seemed completely uncomfortable. Pedro placed the leash around his neck and pulled the boy outside by the chain. We all got even more anxious and scared. I could see their worried expressions, which should me similar to mine.
“Keep calm, you all. The only thing I can say is that none of you is going to be hurt here tonight,” Armando told us, noticing our fear.
Almost an hour later, Pedro showed up again, taking by the leash, the black boy who had lost his temper earlier. There were only three of us by then and we were all wondering who would be next. I didn’t know if I would rather be taken soon in order to find out what was going on or if it would be better to be left behind.
Either way, I was the last one to go. A few hours had passed and I was the only one there, being watched earnestly by Armando.
“You are the main attraction.”
“I’m nervous,” I pointed out.
“I understand. In you place I would be nervous as well. I know that what is going to happen will be very uncomfortable to you and, probably, after tonight as well. However, you have the chance of a new life. I know you were arrested when trying to help your family, but you are too handsome to die at such an early age,” he remarked.
I couldn’t say anything, taken by my nerves and the anxiety. When I heard the door opening, I felt my heart almost jumping from my chest.
“Come on, Ianto. Your time has come,” Pedro informed me.
I stood up and took my clothes off, just as the others had done. I was completely uncomfortable when I noticed Armando’s eyes over my body, so I covered my intimacy too while Pedro was placing the padded leash around my neck.
He pulled me out of the room, taking me to the corridor of what seemed to be a mansion. By the chain, he guided me to a staircase. I was lucky that the leash wasn’t hurting me. Then, he made me follow him downstairs, where there were several well-dressed men chatting and drinking.
As soon as they noticed me, all of them stopped to stare while I was taken to an improvised stage. I felt my face burning for being naked in front of so many people. Pedro helped me up, then, the man from earlier came it after me. He held my arms behind me, so that I would stop covering my penis.
I have never felt myself so exposed like that before.
“Gentlemen, I bring you the last piece from tonight. Our golden boy! This is Ianto Lonbirfe, 17 years old,” he announced, lying about my surname. “As you can see, in addition to his perfect body — skinny and totally hairless, Ianto is still a virgin!” he revealed. I saw everybody whispering among them, interested and excited. “The bidding starts at 200,000 dizus!”
“I pay 250!” yelled a gray-haired man promptly!
“300!” shouted a very attractive man, coming towards the stage.
Chapter 2
All the men in the room started to approach the stage and kept offering their bids for a while, until there were only two of them competing with numbers higher than 700,000 dizus, an unbelievable amount. Nor even if I worked my entire life would I be able to gather half that sum.
Both men were quite attractive and were staring at each other constantly with competing expressions. They looked young, around 25 years old, and they were still holding to their drinks.
One of them had tanned skin and a squared face with the shadow of a beard. Physically speaking, he was tall and it looked like he had many muscles hidden underneath his suit. His black-pitched hair was short and his teeth were perfect and completely white. However, what had really caught my attention were his beautiful green eyes.
The other one was just as beautiful. Blonde, with softer features and blue eyes. He also seemed fit, but not as much as the other one. While the dark-haired man exhaled manliness and power, he seemed gentle.
I felt absolutely strange being sold as an object. What would they do to me after buying me? The man who had taken me there seemed very eager with the amounts being offered for me.
“800, 000,” said the dark-haired man, defying his opponent with his eyes.
“Before I make any other bid, Mr. Laurel, are you sure the boy is a virgin?” asked the blonde-haired man to the one beside me. Then, I finally managed to discover his name.
“Undoubtedly, Mr. Paulo. The tests appointed him as a virgin and he admitted to have never had a relationship before. I am sure this boy is worth the investment. Look at this ass!” Laurel said, making me turn around. “Look how white, round and soft,” he opened my butt cheeks, in order to expose me further. “Look how pink is this hole! Finding such a beautiful virgin boy is very hard these days,” added the man.
My face was burning with shame and humiliation. I was in the verge of crying. All that exposition was awful. He then made me turn again, in order to face those men, who at that point knew my body for complete. They seemed even more excited. Some were even biting their lips while staring at me, probably fantasizing doing all sorts of things to me.
“850,000 dizus,”offered the blond man, sounding convinced.
“900,” covered the dark-haired man.
“Eric, are you sure you want to spend all that money in this boy? You have never made any bids in all these months we have taken part in the auctions. Maybe you will find more interesting boys in another party,” questioned him Paulo.
“I am very sure of what I want. 900,000 on the boy and this shall not be my last bid, if necessary,” the dark-haired man faced his companion. The other seemed to hesitate for a moment and took another sip of his drink.
“950,” the blond man shouted, staring him back.
“One million dizus,” the man covered without hesitating neither taking his eyes off him.
“Alright, I will stop here,” said Paulo, raising his hands in defeat.
“Any other bid? Anyone?” yelled the man beside me, cheerfully. When he saw there was no one willing to cover that amount, he spoke again. “In that case, sold! Ianto goes to Mr. Eric Pitz for one million dizus! You may take him away. The payment will be collected during the week.”
Then, the man came towards the stairs of the improvised stage. Laurel handed him the chain of my leash to him, who only stared at me silent and serious, soon starting to pull me to follow him. All eyes were on us.
Laurel gave him a key, which should be of the leash, and a cellphone that was probably the one they used to control me, if I made any attempts of escaping.
He guided me through the mansion, until we left through a door that leaded to what seemed to be the back of the house, with several cars parked. It was probably a remote place.
He took me to a luxurious black car, which
I have rarely seen on the streets, so expensive it was. He deactivated the alarm and then opened the back door.
“Here, wear this!” he told me, taking off his coat and covering me with it. Since he was much bigger than I was, the piece covered quite a lot of my body. “Now, get in,” he said, so I sat on the back seat.
He entered the car as well and, soon after seating on the driver’s seat, put the safety belt on and started the car. He just drove without saying anything for a good while, but I could see that he had positioned the rearview mirror in order to keep an eye on me. My heart was beating fast and I was very afraid of what would come next. The smell of his woody perfume was invading my nostrils.
“Do you know the other guy?” I asked him, trying to break the silence that was starting to bother me.
“Yes. He is my best friend. We have grown up and work together,” he revealed, in a cold voice.
“You two didn’t seem to get along well,” I remarked, remembering the way they were challenging each other.
“Paulo and I have always been very competitive.”
“So, what happens next?” I asked him, feeling myself nervous.
“What do you mean?” he asked me, confused.
“What are you going to do to me?” I clarified, letting my nerves show in my voice. He seemed to notice it.
“I am going to take you to my apartment, where you are going to live with me, Ianto. You don’t have to be afraid of anything. If you do as I tell, I’m going to treat you well,” he said, staring me through the mirror while driving.
“What kind of things are you going to tell me to do?”
“Don’t be silly, Ianto. You know quite well what kind of things you will be doing to me. That was the reason why I bought you and for such a high price. You’d better be worth it!” he replied with impatience.
I said nothing more, frightened. By his answer, it was obvious that he had bought me for sex. I couldn’t believe there were people who thought they were entitled to sell others as goods. I was feeling like rubbish, an object being taken by its owner.
The trip wasn’t too long and, as soon as he stopped the car, I realized we were in the richest area of the town. We stopped in front of a building that was not too high, but it was certainly luxurious. He waited for the parking door to open, entered with the car and parked in one of the available spots. Apparently, there was no one else around.
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