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new slave boy,” she said, flashing him a sexy smile and taking
the lead from the young waitress.
    Marco didn’t know what
to say, it was one thing stripping off like this in front of a bunch of
strangers, completely another for someone such as Rosie. The strong, alpha
image, he’d been rather clumsily attempting to cultivate, was shattered. The
two eyed each other for a moment, both thinking back to the gym earlier in the
day.
    “Well aren’t you going
to introduce us?” asked Bianca, breaking the silent standoff.
    “With pleasure,” Rosie
said circling the table.
    By the time the next
slave appeared Marco was stood between Rosie and Christina having been
introduced to everyone at the table. He’d managed a polite ‘hello’ and peck on
the cheek, but was still taken aback by what had happened in the last five
minutes. The girls of course hadn’t been shy in letting their hands wander,
having heard all about Marco’s roaming ways. Their giggles and satisfied smiles
said they were more than pleased with their purchase.
    An excited clamour was
again rippling through the audience as Tristan, a tall and athletic man with a
rower’s physique was led across the stage.
    “Look, I’m sorry about
the misunderstanding before,” Marco whispered down to Rosie.
    “Oh you will be,” she
replied, with a twinkle in her eye as bright as that of her sparkling golden
dress.
    Marco let out a
suffused sigh and looked up to see Tristan being positioned by Tiffany at the
centre of the stage. He looked back down at Rosie, who like the other women was
clearly enjoying the show. She looked sensational. It was the first time he’d
seen her all done up, with her glossy hair swept down, her fabulous figure
elevated by heels. He felt a dangerous thickening and immediately turned his attention
back to the stage.
    “Remember all moneys
going to good causes, but I know you don’t need that as an incentive,” said
Amanda turning towards Tristan, eager to keep the bids ticking over.
    In the brief pause a
cry rang out from an audience emboldened by alcohol, eager for more flesh.
    “Show us his cock,”
shouted the female voice.
    Amanda looked at them
with a sly grin. The auction was about to go up a gear.
    “What do you think
ladies, would you like to see Tristan’s big
cock ?”
    The claps and excited
cries of yes, once again left little doubt that was exactly what they wanted.
    “Well I for one think
it’s only appropriate the buyer get’s to see all the merchandise,” said Amanda
nodding to Tiffany, giving her the go ahead.
    Tiffany, without
hesitation, stepped forward grinning, placing two hands firmly on the waistband
of Tristan’s Speedo like white pants. She pulled each side of his briefs
outwards, teasingly, before pulling them down to his manacled ankles with one
quick thrust. The audience not disappointed by the ‘big’ build up, erupted into
an appreciative clamour.
    “Hellooo,” Denise
whispered under her breath, as Rosie and the girls looked on mesmerized by the
sheer naughtiness of the evening.
    “Looks like you got
off lightly,” said Rosie, turning to Marco and glancing down at the white briefs
covering his bulging manhood.
    Marco couldn’t look.
As the sort of red blooded male used to the man always being the dominant one,
the one in control, Tristan’s exposure came as something of a shock. Of course
he’d understood that the night was all about female rules and empowerment and
what not, but hadn’t grasped quite how far things were going to go. As the
bidding started Marco looked around him at the smiles, snickers and lusty gazes
of the women and felt a lump in his throat. To him it was like the social order
had been turned on its head and having his fellow male up there, butt naked,
was hard to take.
    Yet, as he looked
around at the beautiful women, the toned body of Rosie to his left, the side
boob spilling out of Christina’s dress to his right, his cock started to
thicken as it hardened. They say a