I awoke to the sun shining brightly through Master’s window, his feet scuffling across the cold, stone floor. As he gathered items in a small weaved basket, he coughed and cleared his throat. I sat up in the bed, and Master smiled at me. “Good morning, Sunshine! Are you ready to start yet another day at the castle?”, I nodded, though I was unsure if I was really ready.
Master began, “If you thought yesterday was hard and humiliating and tested the limits of your body, today is going to be much worse for you. Rarely are we left to continue bidding for a second day, and even more rarely is the competition so stiff. You are up against fifteen other villagers today, all vying for the highest bid to please the King and Queen, so you must be greater than all the rest, as you were yesterday.”
“Yesterday, I was mostly in control of your movements. Today, the situation changes. While I will be at your side through the entire day, and we will spend moments alone, your duty today is to please the Kings and Queens and wealthy castle commoner of other nations, thereby pleasing your great King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone. You will follow the instructions of whomever is speaking to you, and not once will you question a thing. Remember, my boy…”, and I quickly responded, “Don’t look, don’t think.” Master rushed to me, kneeling at my feet. He wrapped his leather-skinned arms around me and said, “Yes, my boy, yes! You are going to do marvelously today.” He stood up, “I can’t wait to get started.”, a devious smile wrinkling through the lines in his face.
He helped me rise out of the bed, every bone in my body stiff, muscles aching. As I stood, my knees cracked and Master looked upon my grimacing face, sheer pain causing tears to form at the corners’ of my eyes. I smiled a crooked smile at Master, trying to feign strength, but he could see through me and knew of the great pain I was suffering. He kissed my cheek and whispered, “It will all be over soon. It will all be over soon.”, as his hands rubbed the hair on my head.
Master wrapped his arm around my waist, and offered his shoulder for support. We walked, very slowly, out the door and down the hall. I limped along side Master, taking in my surroundings, in awe of the immaculate castle I walked through. Pictures of Kings and Queens and royal families hung on the wall about me. The stones beneath my feet were cold but soft. We made our way down the hall, Master in his fine robe, supporting my naked and sore body, to a room with a series of tubs. A pool laid in it’s center, surrounded by fine statues made of a white stone I had never seen before. If they weren’t so large, I would be convinced that they were real.
Master ushered me to a large square tub, filled to the top with hot water and great white clouds of bubbles. I slowly, with the help of Master, lowered myself into the water, the heat and soap stinging at my raw bottom. It took quite awhile before I was able to lay back and find relief in the water. Master gently washed my body, starting at my toes and working his way up to the very tip of my head. He hummed a lullaby as he carefully cleaned between my toes, up my legs, my limp ashamed member, and beneath my arms. After I was cleaned thouroughly, Master helped me up out of the bath.
The warm water had calmed my aching muscles, but as I rose, searing pain ripped through the muscles of my legs and I wobbled as Master steadied me. Master once again wrapped his arm about my waist, and we limped to a second bath, this time filled with mud. As a boy, I had often played in large mud puddles created by heavy rainfall in my village. I moved with more determination towards the mud bath, and quickly as I could, dipped my toes in the warmth. Master chuckled at the curious expression on my face.
After Master had rubbed mud all over my body, the warmness of it coating my welts, he helped me to stand and dumped a bucket of water over my head. Then he took me to a bath filled with white milk. This bath was much cooler, and it seemed like I was in this bath the longest, just laying there. For a moment, I drifted off, and was no longer at the castle, but back at my village. I felt calm and relaxed and would’ve enjoyed staying that way for the rest of my life. Alas, that was no my fate.
One more bath of warm water came after the milk, and Master again was careful not to rub vigorously over my wounds. I asked what the pool was for, and Master began, “The chosen swim this pool to purify their souls. They must hold their breath under the water, and swim the pool’s length and not rise up for air once. After they are taken through the hall to the right, to see Sir Gregoire.”
“Normally, a villager who is being auctioned off, would never even meet the fine Gregoire. Lucky for you, the Queen has decided to make the best of today, and has asked that the fifteen commoners that remained were given a great treatment. Now, you will not be swimming the pool, because that is reserved for the chosen only. But, the Queen has asked that Sir Gregoire clothe you today, and I’m sure you will be pleased.”
I smiled as Master assisted me out of the warm bath. My muscles still ached, but I felt relaxed and the pain seemed to drift from my thoughts. Master wrapped me once more in a towel made of wool. We then traveled to Sir Gregoire’s chamber. In the middle of the room stood a large mirror. Master put me in front of the mirror and sat on a chair beside the door we had just come through. Sir Gregoire entered.
He waved his hands about, and walked slowly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”, he muttered to himself as he shook his head. He helped place a soft shirt over my head, in a bright yellow color that looked much like ground up mustard seed. He tied the shirt at my waist with an intricately woven rope. Then I was given darker pants, that were cold against my raw behind. A tall pair of leather boots was slipped onto my foot, and as I stepped down, I relished in the softness beneath me. No more cold rough stone cutting at my soles.
He tied a ribbon around my head, much like the men at the chosen table the night before. He turned me once, and Master nodded and rose, he turned me back to the mirror and nodded, “So, any thoughts than boy?”, I shook my head in silence, quite pleased to not have the burlap sack scratching my skin. Master came to my side then, and again helped me wander back through the halls.
We made our way back to the room where the villagers had dined on berries of blue and purple, prior to the start of yesterday’s Brighton Auctions. The fifteen other commoners were seated at the large table, heads down as the fire flickered behind them. Master directed me to a seat and I carefully limped to it and took a seat.
The naked men from the night before, appeared into the room, carrying trays full of food. “Not again”, I mumbled to myself, thinking they were going to make us watch others eat heartily, while all we got were some colored berries, yet again. I was quite excited, when a plate of hot food was placed in front of me and Master whispered in my ear to eat speedily. Being half starved, I greedily scarfed down the meal of hot potatoes and duck. One by one, we each took a sip from a goblet of wine that was being passed about the room.
After I had cleared my plate, and so had the others, our Master’s and Mistress’ appeared at our side and helped us from the table. We were taken down a series of corridors and landed back at the stadium. The seats around me were empty, and the floor of the stadium now had sixteen beds spread out around it. Each one of us was directed to sit on the edges of the beds, and wait patiently for instruction.
King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone came through the door and took their seats, followed by the Kings and Queens and wealthy commoners that had yet to out bid on a villager. They lined up in front of the King and Queen, where the bowls had been lined last night. The King stood and said, “Rarely has this castle faced an additional day of bidding during the great Brighton Auctions. Today, the guidance and training leaves from the Master’s and Mistress’ finely crafted stick, to the nobles of other countries. Let the games begin!”
Kings and Queens and wealthy castle commoners whispered amongst each other. Master was standing behind me, and tension could be felt all around me. A short and stalky man appeared in the front of me, his beard hanging long past his chin. King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone appeared amongst the crowd, walking between the beds of villagers. The short King stood in front of me, a smile appearing beneath the hairs covering his lips and cascading down his chin.
He chuckled loudly, “I was quite impressed with your performance yesterday. I bid a fine amount for you yesterday, though apparently so did someone else. Please stand before me and keep your eyes to the ground.” I slowly lifted myself from the bed, and Master steadied me from behind. I looked down at the ground, as the King grabbed my shoulder and helped me to turn. I limped as I turned, and the King looked upon Master with concern, “This boy, is he hurt?”, Master quickly smiled and replied, “No, no great King. As I’m sure you saw yesterday, he exerted every muscle in his tired body. He was swiftly beaten with the fine wielding of my stick. Though he spent time in the baths, his knees hurt from training so hard before the Auctions, great King. He should be fine in a day or two, after a good sleep.”
The King nodded and continued to inspect my clothed body. King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone were beside my bed then, watching the King as he turned me about. They nodded in approval, and the Queen whispered something to the short King that stood before me. Then she whispered to my Master. Master undid the intricate rope tied round my waist, and whispered in my ear, “The King wishes to see your offerings. Take off the clothing you currently wear please, and stay standing with your eyes to the ground.”
I did as I was told, without question. Don’t think, don’t look played in my mind over and over. Other villagers around me were removing their garments as well, as Kings and Queens and wealthy castle commoners inspected their every flaw. As I removed my close, the look of excitement beamed across the Kings face. As I spun about once again for the short King, I caught of glimpse of Master, his face looking quite solemn now, the leather lines in his face hard.
The stalky King pushed me onto the bed, the motion causing my cuts to open and bleed once again. I did everything I could to hold back the tears rushing to my eyes, as pain pulsed through my behind. The King growled at me, “Lay on your stomach, you dirty rotten scoundrel! Show me the welts upon your reddened back side.” Don’t think, don’t look. I rolled over, and buried my head in the hard mattress beneath me. Sobs escaped my lips, as the King traced his sharp finger nails along the bottom of my rear end, where it met my upper thigh. He lightly hit the reddened area, warmth spreading out like the strings of a spider web. I held my breath, and choked back the returning tears.
Without warning or notification, the King was on the bed on top of me suddenly, as he lowered himself inside my anus. He was not gentle, and he took no time. With a great impatience, he fumbled about frantically trying to push through the tightness. Tears streamed from my eyes, and everything I did only seemed to make it worse. Don’t think, don’t look, played over and over again in my head as my body shook profusely beneath the short King. King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone watched on, as the King awkwardly began to pump in and out of me, dignity leaving my body.
Through my tears, I could see the other villagers were being treated in much the same way. One man struggled beneath the noble atop his back, and kicked his feet wildly. A woman moaned beneath the tongue of a skilled Queen, tears streaming down her cheeks and into her long blonde hair. King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone seemed quite pleased, and continued their walk through the beds of villagers with nobles at their backs.
My sobs grew louder, as the long bearded King pushed himself deeper. I felt as though my anus was ripping, and tried harder than I’ve ever tried to lay completely still. Don’t think, don’t look. Don’t think, don’t look. The King thrusted his member hard into my anus and sat it deep within me, as his manhood pulsed and warmth could be felt filling me. I cried out as he pulled away from me in one swift motion. He stood and straightened himself out and walked away without a word.
A beautiful woman appeared beside my bed. I was still face down and her sweet voice chimed, “Oh, you poor thing. You have been badly hurt. Let me kiss you better.”, and she bent down and kissed my reddened welted back side. I flinched and she laughed, “Poor boy. Quiet now, it’ll all be over soon.” She asked me to roll over, as my rear burnt with my every move, and took my limp member between her lips. The thought of getting hard was the furthest thing from my mind at that point, but her lips felt magnificent and her breath warmed every inch of my being. Slowly, my manhood stood at attention, and she removed her lips from me.
She bent over and kissed my lips, taking my tongue into her mouth and playfully batting her tongue against mine. She maneuvered herself on top of me, and slowly lowered herself down upon my swollen member. I had never been inside a woman, and I was unsure of what to expect. She wriggled her hips back and forth, until my member was as deep as it could go. She sat there for a moment, clenching the muscles of her pussy at the base of my manhood, as my hips began to gently rock. She slapped me hard across the face, and I tried my best to gain control of my movements.
Master smiled beside me, pleased with my performance for the Queen. As she began to ride upon me, flicking her hair to and fro, moans escaped from her plump red lips. She grabbed my hands and placed them upon her breasts, and again I rocked beneath her. Though this time, she seemed not to notice, and moaned louder and harder. She directed my hands down to her hips, which were wide and smooth. As I grabbed her hard, I lifted my knees, and pounded my swollen member in and out of her as fast as I could.
She laughed and began slapping my nipples gently, and we fell into an addictive rhythm. All around us, Kings and Queens and wealthy commoners and simple villagers, watched in awe of the spectacle taking place before him. Her moans became more frequent, and I thrust as hard and fast as I could in and out of her. All my muscles felt tight, and sweat poured from my forehead and matted my hair. The Queens face was red, and her breathing was heavy.
Her back arched hard, and as her pussy rapidly convulsed around my hard manhood, she collapsed on my chest. I continued thrusting hard into her, as my balls contracted and I erupted within her. She laid on me for more minutes, as the room went back to normal. I laid back on the bed, trying my best to catch my breath, as Master attempted to un-mat my hair. The Queen lifted and kissed my mouth hard and whispered in my ear, “You’ve been a very good boy, very good.” I smiled with a pleasure much greater than myself, for pleasing this Queen meant that I had pleased the great King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone, and especially Master, as he smiled down upon me.
As the Queen rose off of me, my entire body began to shake, as if I was extremely cold, though sweat still poured from my face. My body felt much lighter now, and the pain of the last day and a half left my mind. I closed my eyes, and relived the fascinating moment over and over in my mind. I had just had sex with a woman for the first time, and it felt glorious. I couldn’t wait to do that again!
It had been hours since the start of this rare part of the auction, and villagers around me where exhausted and limp in their beds. The Kings and Queens and wealthy commoners that were left, had expended the usefulness of their genitals. King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone had made their way back to their seats now, and many of the other nobles began taking theirs. Once everyone was seated, the naked men filed through the stadium door once again. Trays were carried in their hands, and nobles put their bids on folded paper and placed them on the trays. The naked men carried the trays to the King and Queen, and the stadium quieted as all eagerly awaited their coming fates.
I sat to look upon the King and Queen as my fate was decided. Villagers with the lowest bids were sent away with their new Master’s and Mistress’ immediately. Whisked away into the night, to their new homes in castles across the world. I sat silently in my bed, Master Gabriel at my side, waiting for the King and Queen to call his name. One villager, a small girl, was left in her bed a few cots down from me. She trembled as her Mistress’ name was called.
Her Mistress helped her to rise, and they walked towards the King and Queen. The girl sobbed uncontrollably, and the King demanded silence. When the girl would not stop, her Mistress bent her over at the waist, her arms nearly touching the ground, and beat her roughly with the stick. “Will you respect your King and be silent, child? Must you always be so rotten?”. The stick cut her bare skin, and blood trickled down her leg for all the nobles of other countries to see. As her sobs turned to gentle whispers, the Mistress patted her head and told her to kneel. The girl collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees, tears streaming from her face.
The King declared, “Young woman, you have displeased your great King and Queen, and you have been punished rightly for doing so. Now, it is time for you to leave the castle, and suffer the wraths of your new owner. Tonight, you will leave with the revered castle commoner, Sterling Montgomery. Mister Montgomery, who you will now lovingly call Master, has agreed to take you for a rather large sum. And for this, my girl, you will be truly grateful. Now, please rise and bare your face to the other nobles. Bow to them in respect, and then face your King and Queen and bow.”
She did so, tears still streaming down her face. The crowd laughed hysterically, and pointed fingers at the blood dripping down her legs. Mister Montgomery came down from the risen seats, grabbed the girl by her waist and tossed her over his shoulder with ease and walked out the door I had come through. The girl cried into his back, fighting the urge to run from the old man that carried her.
Only the Queen that had taken my virginity, along with her King and another man, sat in the risen seats behind me. The King began, “Master Gabriel, your villager has shown astounding promise with his performance at the great Brighton Auctions yesterday and today. He was the only villager that didn’t trip upon this stadium floor during yesterday’s run, and he withstood the wielding of your stick with ease. He won the stone collection, and pleased both a Queen and King today. You have proven yourself yet again Sir, as quite a fine Master. Thank you for your undying service to your King and Queen.” Master swept his arm gracefully through the air, as he stepped one foot back and took a deep bow. I smiled at his achievement with me.
“Please rise”, the King said. Master Gabriel helped me out of the bed, pain tearing through every limb of my body. We walked, side by side, to face the King and Queen. The Queen stood and said in a regal voice, “The magnificent Queen Meliphisant, has bid a very wealthy amount to our castle, to be able to claim you as her own. The King and I have great belief that you will be a very obedient slave, and we question whether our son and daughter have made the right choice by wanting you to leave this castle.” Queen Meliphisant rose from behind me, and began to protest. Queen Persephone raised her hand, and the other Queen sat, going silent immediately.
Queen Persephone continued, “Rarely, as Master Gabriel has probably told you, do the Brighton Auctions continue for a second day, and rarely do villagers experience what you have experienced here today. The rules for a second day at the Brighton Auctions are slightly blurred.” I nodded my head, though I was unsure of what she was trying to say. She talked to the entire room then, seeking approval from Queen Meliphisant and King Ohgrain, “I would like to propose that you live at this castle, for a minimum of two more Brighton Ceremonies. You will be in complete service to me. Queen Meliphisant will come frequently for visits to our great castle, so that she may experience the great service that you can be to her. After two years time, you will be released to Queen Meliphisant, already having been trained by the best trainers in the world!”
Master’s eyes lit up, and the great King Ohgrain cheered in approval. Queen Meliphisant smiled a devious smile. She rose from her seat and loudly proclaimed, “I would like this very much, Queen Persephone. May I discuss particular training methods with his Master prior to my leaving?” The Queen replied, “As long as you pay, great Queen”.
Everyone stood now, and the King bellowed, “You are dismissed!”. Master grabbed me by the arm, and led me back through the door we had entered. We walked silently back to his room. He instructed me to lay on my stomach on his small bed, handed me a small sack of red berries, and rubbed cooling oils over my bruising, welted skin. He sang a lullaby, as he rubbed my sore body, his voice deep and rugged. I smiled and wondered how the next days at the castle would be.
After the lullaby was done, and the oils had been rubbed, Master helped me roll to my back and covered my naked body with a blanket. He sat on the bed beside me and pushed the hair out of my face. He laid his hand upon my cheek, “You did a marvelous job today, my boy. You have obviously made King Ohgrain and Queen Persephone quite proud. Tomorrow, you officially begin your duties as a slave to this castle. Queen Meliphisant must have offered a mighty sum, and I am sure you will be worth every penny. Tonight, we sleep side by side one last time. Tomorrow, training for your Queens, who now own you, begins. I know you are full of questions, but the day is late and my mind exhausted. We will discuss things in length tomorrow. So close your eyes now.”
I closed my eyes, though thoughts raced through my head and I was sure I could not sleep. Master scuffled about the room, tidying here and there, though there wasn’t much to tidy. He seemed to be trying to busy himself. Surely, I would ask him about this tomorrow. Exhaustion consumed me as my eyes fought closed. I drifted to sleep, the cracking of the fire surrounding me, the oils cooling me.