The Auction — Part One
I have always been a charitable person, though some might say I am a sucker for a good cause. I couldn’t resist the chance to go to an auction evening for some local fundraiser. It was to raise money for people with mobility issues. I had already offered an auctionable item. I had offered to make a picnic bench for some lucky bidder. Not just any picnic bench but one that allowed people with mobility issues to step in from the side. None of this having to cock your leg over a high seat which is a requirement of the standard A-frame bench. I had my eye on making a few sales from unsuccessful bidders.
The lot I wanted to bid for was listed as the last lot — ‘a housekeeper for a day’. Something I badly needed because I’d been so busy knocking out picnic benches, I’d let my pig-sty become a cesspit. Throughout the evening, I made a few dummy bids to try and raise the interest in some of the items where bidding was a bit slow. A Basket full of chocolate, football training for kids, you know the type of thing. Here it is. The last lot! I was going to get the housekeeper!
The auctioneer gave the latest total for the evening, and it was pretty impressive 99 lots had averaged £100 each. That suited me hundred quid to have my home tidy.
The auctioneer continued, “I must announce in the interests of equality and safeguarding, if the winning bid comes from a lady, then Audrey will be the housekeeper.” And he gestured to this rather homely looking woman.
“And if the winning bid comes from a man, then it will be this chap that calls himself Swanny.”
Bugger, I thought to myself. But I was consoled with the fact that he looked well-built and robust. I was sure he could tidy my mess as good as a woman, and if he ran out of things to do, he could help me build picnic benches.
I started the bidding in the hope of frightening off the opposition. “£100”, I shouted.
“120,” shouted a blonde on the opposite side of the room.
The auctioneer interjected, “You do realise if you win the lot, it is the lady that you will win.”
The look of disappointment on her face was unmistakable. I matched her bid “£120. And as we are bidding for different outcomes, why not accept both bids?”
“Well, if there are no further bids and no objections. Going once at £120 each for Audrey and Swanny.”
Then came the obligatory pause to allow further bidding or objections. “Going twice.”
Another pause. “Sold to the lady to my right and the gentleman to my left.”
Before I could even get to the clerk to make my £120 payment, Blondie had scuttled across the room to intercept me. “You are a lifesaver. I thought I was going to get lumbered with the woman. What will we do about swapping prizes.”
“I am sorry, miss, but you have the wrong man. The auction is for charity, and Swanny looks like he is strong enough to do all the big jobs I need doing.”
“Please. The plan was that I would win Swanny because he is my husband. He stepped in for a laugh and to help the charity out.”
“I can see him laughing. He seems to be enjoying the look on your face mostly. I think the laugh is on you. Look on the bright side. You have someone to do all your housework for you.”
She just scowled and stamped her foot. I thought to myself; he will probably be glad to have a day away from you, missus. I made my way to the clerk and parted with my £120, which isn’t bad — manual help for £5 an hour. Assuming I have him for 24 hours.
Swanny came over and introduced himself. “I see you have met my wife.” And he burst out laughing. Blondie was in conference with Audrey, and this gave me a chance to make arrangements with Swanny.
“It is 24 hours, right?”
“Yep, and if you have the space, I can stay at yours for the whole time.”
“So, tell me what services you are offering in your role as a housekeeper?”
“Ah, now that’s the thing. When I submitted myself as a lot, I suggested I would be a slave for a day. But the organisers said I couldn’t use the word slave. The intention was the missus would win me, then I would be her sex slave for the day.”
I laughed. “So, are you going to be my housekeeper, slave or sex slave?”
“If I am your slave, that covers all the bases without committing either istanbul travesti of us to something we might regret.” And he bloody winked at me. I am pretty sure I blushed.
“OK, slave. Tomorrow at this address for 8:00 am.” And I handed him my business card.
His firm handshake almost broke my hand.
I arrived home and thought I better tidy up a little and shift some junk out of the spare room. I had just about started and thought, fuck, what am I doing? I got a slave to do this shit. He can do it in the morning. It’ll be his first job.
***
A few drinks saw the Friday night turn into the early hours of Saturday morning. I have to admit that with the alcohol and the thought of Swanney, I looked at some gay and bisexual porn. Something I hadn’t done for years. I posted on social media that I had someone helping me out with a few jobs from 8:00 am in the morning until 8:00 am on Sunday. “Do any of my friends on here have any jobs they want doing? It can be anything.”
My phone was pinging endlessly, but the alcohol and the orgasm I’d just had watching gay porn was enough for the night. I switched my phone off and let sleep wash over me.
I had a restless night, and watching gay porn before bed triggered lots of flashbacks to the various homoerotic experiences I’d had earlier in my life. Before I had married, there was the time as an 18-year-old, and a mate, Pete, had found his dads stash of porn magazines. We both got hard and ended up wanking together, and this developed over time to wanking each other. Then he met a girl, and that was the end of that. Another time, I caught a guy looking at my cock while I was having a pee at the urinal. I just let him look, and when he started rubbing his cock, I started rubbing mine. Since that event, I became hooked on exhibitionism. I didn’t care whether it was a male or female watching me. I just loved showing off my cock. Currently, every Sunday night, a neighbour, Rod, and I have taken to standing naked in front of our bedroom windows and watching each other wank from a distance. Not that there is much to show. I have never been the biggest of guys. A restless night full of erotic thoughts ensured I had an erection most of the night. Something I hadn’t experienced since before my wife passed away. It was now just my right hand and me. Usually, one wank and the beast would subside for a few days. This night was different. Every time I stirred, my cock was so hard that I was sure I would damage myself.
Suddenly, I was fully awake. “Shit, the doorbell… fuck! The auction.” I grabbed my dressing gown and threw it on as I shot down the stairs.
I tried to tie the belt on the gown with one hand and open the door with the other. I’d got the coordination completely wrong, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of Swanny with a raging hard-on pointing straight at him. His two eyes were looking down at my one eye.
He laughed. “Christ, you are pleased to see me.”
“Um, I’m sorry. I overslept. Literally…”
He interrupted me, “You haven’t had a slave before, have you?”
“Um, no.”
“Well, you need to take command and give me orders. You most definitely shouldn’t be apologising to me.”
“Oh, right, OK.”
“Come on then, master, what do you want me to do?”
“Um, I had planned for you to start to tidy my house up.”
“Right — my last piece of advice before we start the slave thing. Don’t tell me what you might like me to do. Don’t ask me if I am OK doing it. If you want anything done, then you must order me to do it. Now let’s start again. What would you like me to do, Master?” And he looked down at my still hard cock.
I was now more embarrassed about not knowing how to treat a slave than about the raging erection. I opened my dressing gown and gave my first order. “Shut the door and follow me!”
I led Swanny to my bedroom and opened the curtains. Then came my second command, “Get on your knees and suck my cock and make sure you swallow.” I glanced across at my neighbour’s window, and right on cue, he drew his curtains. He was stark naked and had morning wood. Because the windows were full length, it was clear to him and any of my other neighbours that a man was sucking my cock. This episode was erotic istanbul travestileri beyond belief. Not only was my cock being sucked by a guy for the first time, but another man was watching and wanking himself. The last person to suck my cock was my late wife. She always insisted on doing it in the dark and most certainly would never swallow. Out of habit, I gave a signal that I was about to erupt, to give a chance for Swanny to remove his mouth from my pulsing cock. “I’m cumming.” Fair play to Swanny. He didn’t miss a beat. He just kept on wanking me with his mouth. I gave a thrust of my hips, and I exploded my load into his throat, and he just swallowed it all down. This was cool, and it meant I didn’t have to clean up any of that sticky mess that usually follows a good wank. My neighbour obviously enjoyed it too because he shot his load all over the windowpane. He did have a lot to clean up and used bog roll to wipe his cum off the glass.
“What now, master?”
“Starting in this room. I want you to clean the house from top to bottom. And you will do it naked if the curtains are closed in any of the rooms. You will open them. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master.” And he smiled as if signalling that I was getting the hang of being his Master.
***
I set about my day, I showered. I could have got Swanny to wash me down in the shower, but I was spent. I made a point of just dropping my towel on the bathroom floor. Swanny could pick that up. You don’t buy a dog to bark yourself.
God, he is good, I thought to myself. The bedroom was tidier than it had been since forever. I was dressing in my trackie bottoms and t-shirt. I had plans to build a picnic bench while Swanny busied himself around the house.
Swanny appeared at the door. “Master, I found your phone when I was making your bed. I have placed it on your bedside table.”
“Thanks, Swanny.” And he raised an eyebrow because I had thanked him. This master lark is going to take some getting used to. I looked at his nakedness for the first time. God, he looks after himself. I bet he works out. His cock was a good length, too, long and slender. And he had a semi, which made me think about what it would be like to suck his cock. Cock sucking is something I had never experienced. I’d often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock. It’s probably something I should put on my bucket list. None of us is getting any younger. When my wife was alive, she would thrust her dildo in my mouth and make me lick her juices from it. I used to enjoy that, so I would probably enjoy sucking cock too. I felt my cock starting to harden again, and I snapped out of my imaginings. “That is all for now. Get on with your chores.” And he was gone.
I picked up my phone and remembered that I’d turned it off during my porn watching session. Nobody likes to be disturbed when they are masturbating. It burst into life, and there were loads of notifications from social media. The world and his wife all had jobs they wanted to be done by my auction prize. The one that stood out was from Rod. By the timestamp, he must have sent it just after he had finished wiping cum off his window. I smiled to myself as I read his message: I want some of what you just had followed by emoji’s that left no doubt that he wanted Swanny to suck his cock. It is weird, but we never communicated on social media or face-to-face despite wanking for each other in the window. I messaged back. He is doing jobs for me today but come round for drinks this evening.
I had barely finished sending the message, and his reply came straight back. Can I bring a friend?
I sent a thumbs up. I would enjoy the evening either watching a gay live sex show or an evening of exhibitionism. I set about my day with new enthusiasm. I had a Saturday night to look forward to.
I shouted out, “Swanny. If there is anything you aren’t sure about, I will be in the garage. I am building a picnic bench.”
“Yes, master,” Was his only reply.
***
I cracked on because I needed the bench finished before Swanny had finished with the house. I wanted two completed today, and Swanny would be a help with the second one. It was slow progress, but I had to persevere and put erotic thoughts out of my mind. It travesti istanbul wasn’t helped when Swanny came down to the garage stark naked to bring me some lunch. This was almost as good as having my wife back. Blowjob for breakfast, serve me lunch naked. “Master. All I have to do now is tidy away your lunch things, and then I am done in the house. What is your next instruction?”
“Look at that bench. What do you think of it?”
“It is a great piece of carpentry.” And he ran his hand over the smoothed wood.
“This afternoon, you are going to make one just as good. When you finish in the house, come back, and we can get started.” He looked forlorn, and his shoulders drooped.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like carpentry?”
“I thought maybe you might want more personal service, like this morning.”
“Plenty of time for that. We have work to do. While you finish up in the house, I will break this one down into a flat-pack ready for the courier. It will make room for the one we will build together. Come on, chop-chop. You have work to do.”
At that point, I wished I had a larger garage. As orders were picking up, it would be helpful to start a second order while the first was still up. Currently, there is barely room to build one, and I have to kneel on one seat to lean over the table to get to the bolts on the far side of the bench. I felt my arse cheeks open up as I was doing just that, and then it struck me. Swanny would look exquisite in the same position. I soon snapped out of that as I glanced across to the clock. Christ, I needed to get it done. Unfortunately, the seed was sown, and my thoughts for the afternoon were already mapped out.
With perfect timing, Swanny appeared in the garage. “Hi Swanny. Bang on time. Help me carry these boxes to the utility inside the house. They will be ready for the courier.” This, of course, meant I had the opportunity to watch Swanny, and his muscles parade up and down the garden. I soon had an erection. Swanny must have spotted it because his eye’s lit up. I guess he thought I was going to give him lunch. “Nope, you aren’t having any of this until this evening.” And I thrust my hips in his direction. He didn’t respond because he knew I was the boss.
We needed to get the second bench built.
It was a bit of a gamble, but I didn’t let Swanny wear any safety clothing. I wanted him to stay naked. I crouched down to fit the coach bolts on the near side bench, which meant that Swannys semi-erect cock was inches from my face. My mouth began to water, but I resisted the temptation. I needed to get this done. “Swanny, crouch down and look at what I am doing, then you can do the same on the other side.”
“Yes, master.”
All done, I handed him the wrench and four nuts and bolts to fit the other seat. “Right. Now it’s your turn. Fit the other benchtop.”
He looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Master. How do I reach the bolt holes?”
“Kneel on this bench, then let your body lie on the tabletop and reach over. Let me show you.” And I demonstrated the manoeuvre he needed to complete. I could feel his eye’s burning into my arse as I bent over and reached the benchtop on the far side of the table. “Right, now you do it and fix the four bolts into the holes. You will have to move your finger about to find each hole.”
I made sure I was stood square behind him as he knelt on the nearest seat. It wasn’t out of concern for his safety. I just wanted to make sure I had the best view of his nakedness.
Sure enough, just as I had hoped, the action caused his arse cheeks to open up, and I could see his rosebud. I was also able to see pre-cum oozing from his dick. My god, this couldn’t have worked out any better. I now had a raging erection. It took all my willpower not to take out my cock and stick it straight in his arse. I did slowly rub myself to enhance the desire for what I was viewing. I made sure I didn’t get to the point of no return. I had other plans for my load.
Swanny clearly enjoyed flashing his arse to me because once he was completed and stood up, his massive cock pointed straight at me. I encircled it with my hand and pulled the skin back. The tip of his cock was all shiny from the precum. “Would you like me to relieve you, Swanny?”
“Oh yes, please, master.”
“Hard luck because you are the slave, not me.” And I let go of his throbbing cock. I turned to go back to the house. “Come on. We have to get everything ready for this evening. I’ve got a friend coming over for drinks.”
To Be Continued