Slave Boys of Mars – Sex Slave Auction – Chapter 3

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The orgy was not over. Sally’s master ordered him to attend a special event on the auction stage. There, paying customers had surrounded a poor maid boy. They had formed such a dense pack, he couldn’t see through their naked backs and asses. No-one was using condoms, this was a free-for-all fuckfest. Sally made his way to the stage, and slithered between the men. His frame was petite and feminine, and easily slid through openings. In the middle of the crowd, he saw a naked boy on the floor, getting his ass raped.

Sally walked silently up to the boy maid, and knelt down as the men watched with curiosity. None made a move on him, as he was not the merchandise. These guys were regulars, they knew the rules.

Sally’s button-sized earphone gave a light jingle, and the sound of his master rang in his ear. His orders were:

“Stay at the slave’s side with your mouth open.”

An hour passed. Sally found himself staring at a particularly long, veiny shaft that was pulsing, the tip dripping. The man had pulled out, and was hanging his dick above the asshole. He was cumming in waves, the trickle of cum poured sluggishly from the tip, down into the mess below. His cock twitched up and down, while the mushroom tip throbbed. Sally made no gesture to stretch his neck towards this massive cock in front of his face. His role was not to be an active participant, but to be a cleanup boy. He was a living, breathing tissue box whose face men wiped their dicks on.

His powder and rouge was all messed up. Mascara was running down his teary cheeks. He had stopped counting the number of men after the customer who face-fucked him for five minutes straight. It wasn’t supposed to go that way, but the guy had apparently found him particularly cute, and wanted to leave his thanks in his belly. Sally still tasted his musky man juice in his mouth, and felt the sticky remnants in his throat, like a gooey layer of honey.

Sally sat there staring at the man’s soiled fuckstick, waiting with his mouth open, like a blowup doll. His pink hair was still puffy, but his maid costume that exposed his chest was covered in jizz. His flat boy tits were oozing with a spunky layer of hot fuckjuice left there by several men, who had been more interested to blow their loads on him, than the ass-pussy below.

Right below Sally’s face was the cum bucket boy slave. He was tied up tight on the floor, with no means of dodging the cocks. He was fully naked, not a shred of cloth on him. He was bent over in an exposing position that lifted his ass up in the air. His legs rested where his head was. His little dick had an electronic desensitizing lock in its root, stopping him from cumming. He was drooling through his gag, his hazy eyes staring into nothingness. He had big, saggy tits where his chest should have been flat.

The cum bucket boy slave was Molly. His body had been transformed in preparation for this event. His transformation had malformed his body into a grotesquely fat bubble butt bitch. He could barely be called male anymore, with his flubbery ass, and giant tits. His balls were the size of his head, so full of cum, the twin sack looked ready to burst.

Molly’s cum-lazed body was covered in paper. The bills were on his face, his long green hair, they were sticking to his stomach and tit crack, held together by lumps of sticky cock juice. Every customer who came to fuck him threw their money at him before ramming it in.

The rims of Molly’s butt puckered in a sickly purplish color. Blood had clotted in his hole, which was chock-full of cum from tens of different guys. The intensity of each customer’s thrusting should have ruptured every blood vessel in his ass, if not for his enhanced fuckdoll body. His high-class boy pussy was designed and trained to endure a hundred men. After two hours of non-stop anal pounding, they were halfway to reaching the critical number.

The customer who had just finished cumming thrust his dick between Sally’s red lips. He grabbed his head, and connected balls deep with his mouth. He pushed all the way down, while Molly gagged. He gasped for air through his nostrils full of pubic hair.

Like every man before him, the customer pulled his pecker once he was satisfied. Sally shivered as the cock exited, its throbbing veins grazing against his tongue. Sally’s lips gave a sloppy plop-sound when the man was finally out of his mouth.

The next customer marched on the spot to replace the previous guy. He was stroking himself slowly. Sally coughed out a trickle of cum, and pursed his lips again while staring at the dick. The man took a step forward, like he was about to thrust into his mouth. Instead he kneeled, driving his rod into Molly’s gaping anus.

The situation was mundane and boring for Sally, who had been in this position countless times already. There was nothing stimulating about a bunch of guys shagging a defenseless asshole, only to release their seminal fluids in that hole prematurely. Most guys splurged their loads in less than three minutes, adding another lump into the overflowing ball of white jelly.

One after the other, the customers pumped their hips against the maid’s butt, ejaculated, wiped their dicks against Sally’s face, and left. This went on for another hour, some familiar customers even came for a second round. The muffled screams of the gagged cum bucket boy slave were drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.

The electric lock around Molly’s dick had a timer on it. It was programmed to release after a set period of time. After the 90th customer had finished his fuck, suddenly, a green light lit up on the lock’s surface.

Molly’s dick was an unhealthy shade of crimson. His giant balls looked painfully full. The look in his dead watery eyes was one of absolute despair, when he realized what was about to happen. He wanted it to happen, he prayed to God he could finally release, but he was afraid. A bucket boy was never allowed to cum without punishment.

Sally’s earphone gave a jingle, and the sound of his master rang in his ear. His orders were:

“Eat him out while jerking him off. That’s an order.”

He wrapped his fingers around the bucket boy’s throbbing dick and started pumping it up and down with his fists. He used both hands. After just a few milking moves, the white goo started bursting out. Life returned to Molly’s eyes when he felt his colleague giving him a handjob. The poor abused bucket boy cried a little river, as the jets of fuckjuice poured on his tits, and his face. Covered in a mountain of cash and layers of semen, the slave was soiled completely with his own dirty seed.

Sally kept pumping and pumping, but the massive head-sized airbags were hardly being drained. He was completely numb inside, only mechanically executing his handjob instructions. He was not doing a very good job, he knew that. He wanted to delay the second part of his orders, which were to eat out Molly’s cum-filled asshole.

His hands were completely drenched in Molly’s seed, they made an increasingly loud, disgusting squishy noise. He jerked and he jerked, and he knew he had to do it. He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. The whirlpool of sickly colored white-yellow semen was almost a hundred loads strong, and it was overflowing. He had to clean all that up before his shift was done.

The boy maid swirled his tongue in the overflowing butthole, lapping up as much baby cream as he could swallow in one mouthful. While he did this, Molly’s ejaculations got more explosive. The men around the pair looked in awe at the spectacle. From the corner of his eye, Sally could see them filming the action with their smartphones. They took a lot of photos, the jingles from the phones betrayed this fact.

Sally was a well-trained sex slave. He suppressed his gag reflex, and swallowed mouthful after mouthful, without ever stopping his hand movements. His stomach was getting full, and it was getting impossible to continue. Molly was drenched in so much cum, his face was buried in a small mountain of white jelly. And still his balls would not empty.

After half an hour of licking, jerking, and getting humiliated, Molly let out a deathly sigh. Through his mouth gag, he whispered “I want to die”.

After licking clean Molly’s butthole up to the rims, his entire ass was glistening from saliva. Sally’s earphone rang. His master’s voice said:

“Well done.”

Upon hearing those words, Sally collapsed into a quivering pile surrounded by cum, and his own vomit. As his consciousness slid into darkness, the crowd of spectating men gathered around him. The last thing he remembered was them jerking off in a ring, cumming on his slutty body.

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