Becoming a model patient

CHAPTER 15 – WEEK SEVEN – CHARITY SLAVE AUCTION

I woke with a start to hear my alarm clock buzzing madly; groggily I looked at the time, 10.30am, ugh! Stumbling out of bed I had a quick shower before having a large breakfast, getting dressed and embarking on some retail therapy in town. The purpose of the shopping was to purchase a smart evening suit for tonight, a new shirt and a pair of trendy shoes. I wanted to look like the bees knees if I was going to outshine the other guys in my team. Several hours later, laden with carrier bags containing designer clothes I made my way home to prepare myself for tonight.

I walked through the staff room door at 7pm sharp to find the room buzzing, inside were my football team members, Marc, Tang, Ethan, Glen, Oliver, Callum, Adam, Peter and Tom. Every one to the last man was dressed impeccably and obviously waiting for my arrival so the briefing could begin. Peter, as before filled us in on the coming event and what would be expected of us. This was intended to be a fun evening with us “lucky” guys being selected as the auction lots; it had been promoted as a “slave auction” to gain media and donator’s attention. The principle was simple we would appear on stage, dressed as we were now, with lot numbers pinned to our jackets and throughout the evening bids could be placed against our numbers, then at the end of the evening who ever had offered the highest bid would “own” us for the following 24 hours. Oliver asked if we would be the only entertainment that evening, Peter said that the music students from the College would be providing musical entertainment but we would be on stage for most of the evening. He asked if we had any questions, none of us could think of anything to ask so we made our way to the main hall and entered through the main doors where the crowds were thronging. To my untrained eye there seemed to be many clearly wealthy guests, I hoped they had plenty of cash to donate as this evening sounded like it was going to be an expensive one! Peter led the way through the throng and up on to the stage, we followed him close behind and lined up along the stage in a row behind Peter. The only ones who didn’t were Adam and Tom who I could see sitting at a nearby table with Brenda and Neil, they smiled and waved at us. Peter explained to the audience how the bidding worked and pointed to the large digital display behind us which showed our lot numbers and currently registered at £0 against our numbers. In front of each guest was a little console where they could select who they wanted to bid for and how much they were prepared to pay. It seemed simple enough and the guests seemed to think so too. Peter would be acting as compere for the evening, off mike he asked us to follow any instructions he gave to facilitate the smooth running of the evening, we nodded our agreement. Back on mike he introduced each of us to the audience, and then asked us to parade around the stage as if we were on a catwalk modelling the clothes we were wearing. This proved to be a laugh as we threw our heart and souls into looking like sultry models. Each time a bid was placed there was a ting from the display board and the bid showed up as a figure against our lot number. Within a few minutes the leading amount was in the hundreds. Oh dear said Peter, the bidding was disappointing, turning to the audience he asked what was the matter. There was a lot of hub bub but the main suggestion was that we were overdressed for the occasion. Okay guys Peter said turning back to us, time to lose your jacket and ties please, and loosen the top couple of the shirt buttons. None of us objected to this so while maintaining our catwalk poses we discarded our jackets and ties. The mood in the room changed rapidly and the bidding was kick started. At Peter’s direction we lined up along the stage and stood still for a few minutes assuming classical poses before strutting around the stage again. For quite some time the bids increased until it was into the low thousands then as they approached the ten thousand mark it tailed off and stopped once more. Peter turned to the audience and again asked what the problem was? I guessed what was coming next, and sure enough the audience requested the removal of more clothing. Peter keeping a straight face said of course, this was entirely feasible and asked us to remove our shirts, trousers, shoes and socks. Again we all took this in our stride except for the football players who were looking a little nervous but not wanting to appear scared stripped as quickly as the rest of us. Again we walked around the stage occasionally posing before walking on again. The display board continued tinging until the bidding was up in the tens of thousands before once again slowing down to a stop. Peter got us to line up at the front of the stage before asking the audience for the last time why they’d stopped bidding. OFF, OFF, OFF! Came the reply loud and clear. Not needing to be instructed by Peter we removed our last piece of clothing with a flourish and stood there stark bollock naked with most of us sporting semi hard ons! The bidding went through the roof and by the time the bidding had finished the highest bid had reached over forty thousand pounds with the lowest being a respectable twenty thousand. As the donations were processed Peter, Tom and Adam walked up on stage informing us that as slaves we were obliged to follow ALL demands placed on us by the winning bidders for the next 24 hours. The footballers looked distinctly nervous but standing there naked what choice did they have but to accept their fate with the same professionalism as the rest of us.

Peter stood in front of us and publicly thanked everyone involved for all the hard work put into organising such a memorable evening, then turning to us he thanked us for volunteering to be slaves for the next 24 hours and for putting on a good show. Then finally he turned back to the audience for being so generous and hoped that they would enjoy the slaves as much as they had the evening. Once he’d finished his speeches everyone clapped in response to show their appreciation.

From behind the stage Dave appeared dressed in a rather menacing black leather outfit and was introduced to the audience as the slave master. Placing the bag he’d been carrying down on the floor he reached into it and brought out steel collars, one for each of us. Reaching over our heads he opened the collar then closed it round our neck before locking it with a key. When we had all been collared Dave reached into the bag again and brought out hand cuffs and started to secure our hands behind our back. Looking at the footballers I thought they were going to rebel but one stern look from Dave made them change their minds and they too put their hands behind their backs ready for hand cuffing. Once we were all cuffed we were told to stand in a line and wait to find out who had purchased us. Within about twenty minutes we would find out.

Three of the footballers had been bought by single ladies, they looked very pleased with their lot as they were led away having been offered blankets to cover their modesty. Five footballers had been bought by a consortium of four married couples and would be the centrepiece of a swingers party they were holding tomorrow. The five guys were also chuffed with their lot and grinned broadly over to us before being led away. Unlike the other guys they weren’t offered blankets to spare their blushes, they were escorted to the tables that the consortium had occupied and told to wait until the party were ready to leave. Their clothes and belongings had been bagged up and given to the consortium co-ordinator for safekeeping until after the 24 hours. Finally the group were ready; waving good night to Peter and Tom they led their slaves away.

That left two of the footballers remaining with us clearly hoping they’d meet a similar fate, however it was not to be. Brenda and Neil joined us on stage informing that the remaining nine of us had been bought by the University’s Social Club and would be the entertainment tomorrow night. As with any purchase the club wanted to be sure of the quality of the goods they’d bought so Dave told us to line up and bend over ready for inspection. Brenda, Neil and Dave slowly made their way down the line pulling our cheeks apart and carefully examining our holes, gently prodding them for receptivity. Seemingly satisfied we were allowed to stand up but were told to remain standing in our line. Dave informed us that we were about to be escorted back to the staff room where overnight accommodation had been arranged. From his bag he pulled out a length of chain links which appeared to have small hoops attached at regular intervals. Indicating to me to approach him I stepped up and found out that the hoop was actually a cock ring. Carefully he fed my cock and balls (as I couldn’t do it myself) through the hoop until it was sitting snugly at the cock base, then reaching again into his bag he produced a medium sized butt plug which had a locking clip moulded into the base. Smearing a large dollop of lube over the butt plug he bent me over again before slowly inserting the plug in one smooth push, as it sank in my ring gripped the narrow neck holding it in securely. Standing upright again I adjusted my stance to comfortably accommodate the plug. The plug was then attached to the chain. This process was repeated with the other guys; Marc, Ethan and Tang receiving medium sized plugs; Callum, Glen and Oliver had small plugs (presumably because they weren’t so anally experienced, okay read that as stretched). The two footballers (Ian and Matt) were very close to rebelling again but Dave wasted no time in taking them in hand, I think they were so shocked that any resistance was forgotten as the cock rings were attached and plugs inserted. Within ten minutes we were arranged in line connected to the chain by the cock rings and butt plugs, looking very much like a chain gang of slaves which is exactly what we were!

With Dave in front we were led off stage and into the audience. Walking took some concentration trying to match my pace with the other guys while preventing my tackle being yanked off by the cock ring and keeping the plug in, looking over my shoulder I could see the other guys were having to concentrate just as hard. I think perhaps this was the intention as I could see Tom and Adam grinning at our predicament. As we walked through the audience I felt hands feel me up and heard the occasional yelp from one of the guys as they were either pinched or slapped on the bum causing much hilarity from the others. Eventually we reached the main doors and into the chill night air. Thankfully it late and there were few people about as we made our way across the campus and up to the staff room. Negotiating the stairs was tricky but we were given no reprieve by Dave and nothing was said until the whole group was safely inside the staff room.