Free CFNM Revenge Tales by AJ Gray

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spotlights. As she strutted confidently onto the stage with a naughty smile,
she pulled at a leather lead slung over one shoulder. It was soon apparent just
why she looked so happy.
    The lead was connected
leash like to the collar of Hugo, who followed shuffling onto the stage looking
like a slave from ancient Rome. His hands were cuffed behind his back by black
leather bonds, his legs shackled by chains and his modesty barely concealed by
a simple pair of tight white briefs.
    He was muscular and
handsome, with a mop of dark hair and his adorable smile told the ladies he was
more than happy to play the slave. The women broke into a smattering of
applause, signalling their approval. He certainly lived up to his name thought
Rosie.
    “As you can see Mr
Hunky here has a number of distinctive qualities,” said Amanda, surveying the
young hunk.
    Tiffany proceeded to
parade him across the stage for the perusal of the all female audience, all of
whom seemed noticeably pleased with the quality of the night’s first serving.
She guided him to the centre of the stage and stepped back slightly, leaving
Hugo stood in the spotlight as Amanda read out his vital statistics. Not that
they were necessary, his outfit left little to the imagination.
    Six foot two, hundred
and seventy pound, Hugo, went on to fetch a princely sum. Although the bidding
was fun, rather than fiercely competitive, the price was more than reasonable
given what was to be expected of the slaves. Not much was off limits.
    With the first sale of
the evening completed, Tiffany led him to the side of the stage and handed him
over to a freckled young waitress. Grinning like the cat that got the cream,
she placed a silver chain with key around his neck, before taking hold of his
leash and leading him through the tables.
    The successful bidder
was a raven-haired lady with porcelain skin, and a stylish black dress with a
sweeping cut down one side. She took the key from his neck, unshackled his legs
and swiftly had him kneel at her side. Like a loyal puppy dog, he did just
that, much too the amusement of her table and of course to the on looking
women.
    Their focus on him
didn’t last long, however, as the next of the slaves was brought out, once
again chained and shackled. It was a clean-shaven, blonde-haired, blue-eyed
young man who looked like a model from one of those preppy clothes commercials,
albeit admittedly without the clothes.
    “Say hello to Luke
everybody and ladies, make sure to have a good Look,” said Amanda with a playful
smile.
    They didn’t need any
encouragement. His firm biceps, strong legs and tight pants were receiving
plenty of attention. And just like Hugo before him, Luke fetched a worthy
price. Sold to an elegant blonde with a bob cut at table one. As he was led
from the stage Amanda gave him the once over clearly liking what she saw.
    And so with the
champagne flowing, two slaves off the market and two very happy tables, the
evening was getting into the flow of things. Rosie and the girls were more than
happy to bide their time for the right guy. As it was they were loving the
show. If the bunny boys had been cute, with the slim smooth features of young
adults, then the slaves, though still young, had the strong muscular physiques
of men.
    “These slaves
certainly are dreamy,” said Amanda, looking down from the stage at Hugo and
Luke with a glint her in eye. “Shall we have another?”
    The hall erupted into
a cheerful chorus of ‘yes’, making it clear that was exactly what they wanted.
    I think that’s a yes,”
joked Amanda with a smirk. “Please put your hands together for our next slave
of the evening, our very own Italian stallion, muscular meaty, Marco.”
    It couldn’t be thought
Rosie. It was. As her very own Marco appeared chained and shackled, his lean
buff body fully on display in the standard small white briefs, Rosie’s eyes
widened.
    “Oh my god, I know
that guy,” she quietly muttered, watching transfixed as