The orgy was in full swing when Sally came from the kitchen. Every corner of the great hall was filled with boy maids on their knees, surrounded by hordes of customers. The gentle buzz of anal vibrators mixed with sloppy slapping of flesh on skin. He tried to slither his way behind the walls of backs without anyone paying enough attention to ask for a drink. He wasn’t in the mood for sex, and tried his best to make eye contact with no-one.
The slave auction was a spectacle. The number of men attending today’s auction was staggering, there was no way aside from closing one’s eyes to avoid scenes of maids getting face-fucked with red, veined dicks. The elite prostitutes of Mars were a commodity in high demand, low in supply, yet each boy was treated like a disposable one-use sextoy rather than a rare gem.
Sally stopped on his tracks to dodge a torrent of vomit that had suddenly burst from the throat of his colleague. The pool was all white, its foul stench a combination of stomach acids and several men’s semen. Sally immediately covered his mouth with his hand to stop himself from throwing up as well. He forcibly swallowed his breakfast that was clawing out of his throat, while the bulge in his panties strained the thin black fabric. A drop of cum sprung from his dick’s tip and left a dark stain in the front of the panties.
Sally tried walking slower, to slow his heartbeat and blood pressure, which amplified the effect of his nano prostate vibrators. The tiny mechanical stimulators were injected anally into his prostate gland during his training. They were a permanent part of his life. They made sure he never had control over his desires.
There was easily twenty customers for each maid in the room. The guys who already shot their first loads were getting visibly thirsty, Sally could tell from watching their agitated expressions and restless body language. It was not an option for a slave to deny service, as much as Sally wanted to run back to the kitchen.
The last look Sally had taken of himself while powdering his face in the makeup room was vivid in his mind. The staggering layer of makeup on his face and eyes was extravagant tonight, practically making his face similar to a doll’s. His erect pink nipples were bared by his uniform, his miniskirt not even long enough to cover his loins, no doubt inviting for horny customers who weren’t getting satisfactory attention from other maids. It was virtually guaranteed that the longer he lingered in this hall full of sexual activity, someone would eventually approach him. If only he was an ugly slob, no-one would pay attention to his refined hourglass frame, and soft bubbly butt barely contained with his one size too small panties digging into his crack. He practically felt on his skin the dicks getting hard with every step he took forward.
He could hear scattered pieces of conversations, comments about the maids’ bodies and sexual abilities. Abrupt bursts of laughter rang in the hall as customers cracked crude jokes in between face-fucking the slaves. Not a minute passed that a man wasn’t growling like a beast while unloading the contents of his balls on the powdered face of a maid-turned-whore.
The smell of cum lingered in the air, like a smog cloud. The smell was stronger and weaker depending where Sally stood, it had different flavors. His nose couldn’t grow numb to the reek. The bare-chested boys were covered in layers of gooey semen, white lumps dripping from their chests, pooling in their belly button, making a nasty pool on the mattress below them. None of the cum was theirs, it was all from the auction’s patrons.
Sally caught a glimpse of one maid in the corner of his eye, stripped all naked save for his thigh-long leggings. He was milking three dicks at once with two hands, and his mouth. The slurping and gurgling coming from his mouth reminded Sally of a big dick dipping into a sopping wet pussy. He had so much cum on his face, he kept his eyes closed, no clue what the guys he was blowing looked like.
On the walls of the great hall, several videos played on television screens. They were recordings of past slave auctions, showing off the maids having sex with different patrons. Sally had attended the previous auction, but nobody had bought him after the event. A video of him sucking several huge dicks was playing. He could see several guys on the sidelines jerking off at it. But his role today was simply to serve alcoholic drinks from the tray he was carrying. It was a demotion he welcomed, for he valued his life despite the misery of it.
Many of Sally’s friends had returned in body bags. After only some months since they were bought, the customers had returned the boys, in pieces. The black bags had been delivered through the front door, practically paraded in front of the prevailing maids. There were no burials, and no-one aside from the mansion’s master and his inner circle knew what was done with the bodies.
Sally lived his life in the moment, anxious of the future where nothing awaited him but certain death. As long as he had the strength to suck a dick, he was useful to his employer. As long as he was young, pretty, and useful, he was allowed to keep on living out his days in the mansion.
A patron peeking out of one orgy circle tried making eye contact with him. He avoided the man’s piercing gaze and steered his walk in another direction. If anyone asked him to drop his panties, he would have no choice but to obey. Denying service from a customer attending a sex party was not allowed under penalty of death.
Sally chose to walk towards the auction stage. There was a platform at the other end of the room where the slave maids had been presented to the patrons before the orgy. The platform was just about a meter long, completely vacant save for two naked maid boys dancing. These two had failed to attract bids from customers, and had been left on the stage without sex partners. The pair of maids were kissing, flailing, rubbing each other’s bodies, giving a sex show to everyone in hopes of getting last-minute bids. They wanted to be bought, desperately so.
Getting bought was a slave maid’s best bet at escaping the mansion. There was no guarantee that their new owner was any better than their current, but there was always a chance. Dying in service was a reality for many. Many wealthy clients barely cared about retaining the health of individual sex partners when they could buy boys in bulk.
Sally sympathized with the two girly bare-chested guys rubbing their dicks on stage, lost in a series of passionate kisses. They had no lumps of cum on their hairs, not a droplet on their shaved bodies. As much as their bodies begged to get fucked, no-one had shown interest yet. Sally didn’t want any part in this event, he wasn’t feeling optimistic about his prospects after the last batch of black bags. Right now, he had no plan for escape other than suicide.
Sally jolted, almost letting out a scream. A coarse hand had suddenly grabbed his ass. The man held a pound of his ass fat in his palm, massaging hungrily. The hand was quickly accompanied by a hotly throbbing dick, placed firmly between his ass cheeks. Their skins were barely separated by the thin fabric of his panties. This dick was certain to wriggle its way inside of him, it had the determination.
Sally had stopped on his tracks, trying desperately to keep his balance, and his gasps from escaping his lips. He was fighting to not drop his tray full of drinks. He had to give into the man molesting him from behind, he couldn’t run.
The man breathed hot air into his ear, saying not one word while massaging his ass, and the naked parts of his chest.
