SHORT STORIES 12
My life fell apart on a rainy Thursday afternoon. The entire team at the small marketing firm where I worked was called into the conference room. Our manager, looking as defeated as the rest of us, announced that the parent company was shutting down our branch due to cost cuts. Redundancy for everyone. Two weeks severance pay and that was it. I was twenty-three, with no college degree, barely any savings, and rent due in less than a month on a tiny apartment I could no longer afford.
I sat through the awkward goodbyes and sympathetic pats on the back, then walked home in the drizzle, my mind racing. Bills were piling up. Job hunting in this economy with my limited experience felt hopeless. That night, after a few cheap beers from the fridge, I opened my laptop and started browsing mindlessly. I landed on eBay, and a wild, desperate idea took hold.
People sold all kinds of things there. Why not sell myself? Not forever, just for a fixed period. I could offer my time and complete obedience to the highest bidder for six months. It was risky, probably insane, but the alternative was eviction and worse. I spent the next hour drafting the listing carefully.
I set up my camera against a plain wall in my apartment. First, I took a clear head-to-toe photo in my best button-down shirt and jeans, smiling professionally. Then I changed into swim trunks, adjusted myself so I looked presentable, and took another. I uploaded both and wrote the description:
"Young man, 23 years old, healthy and fit, offering himself for auction for a period of six months. The winning bidder will have my full time and obedience to perform any tasks or services requested. Starting bid two thousand dollars. Auction runs for five days."
My hands shook as I hit submit. I barely slept for the next five days, checking the bids obsessively. There were many curious looks and some low offers at first, but by the final hours, serious bids rolled in. When the auction closed, I stared at the screen in disbelief. The winning bid was nine thousand dollars from a user named SVale. I accepted immediately, and the funds transferred through a secure escrow service after identity verification.
The buyer’s message arrived shortly after: an address in an exclusive neighborhood outside the city, instructions to arrive the next morning with minimal belongings, and a confirmation that all terms were understood. I packed one suitcase with clothes, posted my apartment keys to the landlord with a note, and stored the suitcase at a bus station locker. This was it. No turning back.
The next morning, I took a long shower, shaved carefully, and dressed in clean jeans and a simple shirt. The bus ride to the upscale area took nearly an hour. The streets turned into wide boulevards lined with large homes and manicured lawns. I found the address: a sprawling modern mansion behind a gated entrance. My heart pounded as I pressed the intercom.
A woman’s voice answered. “Yes?”
“Hi, this is Casey Donovan. I have an appointment with Mr. Sebastian Vale.”
The gate buzzed open. I walked up the long driveway, past perfectly trimmed hedges and a fountain. A middle-aged woman in a neat uniform opened the front door. She had warm eyes and a professional smile.
“Mr. Donovan? Welcome. I’m Maria, the cook and house manager. Mr. Vale is expecting you. Please come in.”
The interior was stunning—high ceilings, polished marble floors, and tasteful modern art. Maria led me through a spacious hallway to a large study filled with bookshelves and a massive oak desk. A man rose from behind it.
Sebastian Vale was taller than I expected, around six feet two, with a lean, athletic build. His dark hair had a touch of silver at the temples, and his sharp blue eyes studied me with calm intensity. He looked about forty-four, confident and in control, wearing a tailored shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“Casey,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. He extended a hand. His grip was firm but not overpowering. “I’m Sebastian. Your photos were attractive, but seeing you in person is even better. Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for the opportunity,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I appreciate the bid. This is… new for me.”
He smiled slightly. “Honesty is good. Maria, please ensure the guest room is prepared, though I suspect Casey will be staying in the main suite most nights. That will be all for now.”
Maria nodded and left quietly, closing the door behind her.
Sebastian gestured to a leather chair. “Sit. Would you like something to drink? Water, coffee?”
“Water is fine, thank you.”
He poured two glasses from a pitcher on the side table and handed me one. We sat across from each other. His gaze was direct but not unkind.
“I read your listing carefully,” he said. “Six months of your time and obedience. In return, you receive the agreed payment, room and board, and full discretion. Everything between us will be consensual. If at any point you wish to stop, we discuss it like adults. But once you commit, I expect you to honor the terms.”
I nodded. “I understand. I need this, and I’ll hold up my end.”
“Good. Let me show you around the house briefly, then upstairs.”
He gave me a quick tour of the ground floor: a gourmet kitchen where Maria worked, a formal dining room, a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private garden and pool, and a home gym. The place felt luxurious but lived-in.
We climbed the wide staircase to the second floor. Sebastian opened double doors at the end of the hall into an enormous master bedroom. It featured a king-sized bed that could easily fit more than two people, a sitting area with a sofa and fireplace, and large windows with a view of the garden. A door led to a luxurious bathroom, another to a walk-in dressing room.
“This will be where you sleep,” Sebastian said simply. “With me.”
I felt heat rise in my face but didn’t look away. “Okay.”
He stepped closer, stopping just in front of me. “Take off your clothes, Casey. Slowly. I want to see what I’ve acquired for the next six months.”
My pulse raced. This was the moment. I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall. Then my shoes, socks, and jeans. Finally, my underwear. I stood naked before him, hands at my sides, trying not to fidget. The air felt cool on my skin.
Sebastian walked around me in a slow circle, his eyes appreciative. “Very nice. Strong shoulders, good muscle tone from what looks like natural fitness, and a beautiful cock even when soft. Turn around.”
I did. His hand brushed lightly over my ass, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Firm and smooth,” he murmured. “Look at me.”
I turned to face him again. He was close now. He reached out and tilted my chin up gently.
“Have you been with a man before?” he asked.
“Not sexually,” I admitted. “I’ve kissed a couple guys casually, but nothing more.”
A small smile touched his lips. “Then we’ll take it step by step. Kiss me first.”
I leaned in, placing my hands on his shoulders. Our lips met softly. His were warm and firm. I closed my eyes and tried to relax into it. He tasted faintly of mint. When his tongue traced my lower lip, I parted for him. The kiss deepened, slow and exploratory. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me gently as our tongues met. A spark of unexpected heat flared low in my belly. My cock twitched and began to thicken against his thigh.
He pulled back after a long moment, eyes darker now. “Not bad at all. You’re responsive. That’s promising.”
Sebastian stepped back and began unbuttoning his own shirt, revealing a toned chest with a light dusting of dark hair. He removed the rest of his clothes methodically, folding them neatly. His body was impressive—defined abs, strong legs, and a thick cock that was already half-hard, hanging heavy between his thighs.
He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here. On your knees between my legs.”
I knelt, my face level with his growing erection. The musky, clean scent of him filled my senses.
“Touch it first,” he instructed softly. “Get familiar.”
I wrapped my hand around the base. It was warm, velvety skin over hardness. I stroked slowly upward, watching the head emerge more fully from the foreskin. A bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip. Tentatively, I leaned forward and licked it off. The taste was mild and slightly salty.
Sebastian let out a low hum of approval. “Good. Now take me in your mouth.”
I opened my lips and slid the head inside. It felt big. I swirled my tongue around it, exploring the shape and texture. He groaned quietly, one hand resting lightly on my hair.
“Use your hand on the shaft while you suck,” he coached. “Keep it wet. No teeth.”
I followed his guidance, bobbing my head slowly while stroking what I couldn’t fit comfortably. The weight and heat of him on my tongue were strangely arousing. My own cock was now fully hard, aching between my legs. I took more of him, working up a rhythm. His breathing grew heavier.
“Eyes up here,” he said.
I looked up at him while continuing. The eye contact made it more intense. After several minutes, his thighs tensed.
“I’m close,” he warned. “When I come, I want you to swallow. Understand?”
I nodded around him. His hand tightened slightly in my hair, not forcing, just guiding. With a deep groan, he pulsed in my mouth. Thick, warm spurts hit my tongue. I swallowed reflexively, the taste stronger but not unpleasant. I kept sucking gently until he relaxed, then licked him clean.
Sebastian pulled me up onto the bed beside him. His hand wrapped around my still-hard cock, stroking lazily. “You did well for your first time. Now it’s your turn to feel good.”
He kissed me again, tasting himself on my tongue, while his hand worked me skillfully. The pleasure built fast. I gasped into his mouth as I came hard, spilling over his fingers and onto my stomach. He continued stroking me through the aftershocks, murmuring approval.
We lay there for a while, catching our breath. He fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaned us both gently.