Tragus was pushed on to the stage, a metal collar around his neck and his hands bound behind his back with shackles and chains. The slavers put a ball gag in his mouth which bulged out past his lips. His naked body glistened with sweat of the pens and the musty air all around. He was skinny and muscular and had a couple of tattoos around relatively hairless body. Scared and tense Tragus' cock still hangs almost five inches from the base with a large pink head and flanked on either side by two walnut size balls, all of which are completely devoid of hair. His young body twitched at the rough man handling he received from the men who ran the slave pens. The slavers turn him around to show off his back and ass. His tight muscular ass flowed smoothly into his hard muscular legs. Although Tragus' demeanor is sullen and frightened he shoots a bit of angry defiance to his handlers. Tragus looks into the crowd, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but looking like a dog at a pound trying to catch the attention of the one master who will treat him well.
((Yes, sorry about that. My grandfather just past I have to get into the swing again. We can continue this through private message.))
Gavin loosened his tie as a smirk came across his face. Of his whole career in slavery he has never purchased a male slave purely to break and make him obedient. He scratched his chin looking up at the slaves in front of him. Gavin raised his hand and stepped forward as the auctioneer gave him an entrance.
"And the man that is responsible for it all, Gavin!" The auctioneer pronounced his name to the whole lot.
"Be fearful slaves, this master will break you. If you had any chance. It is not with Gavin.” The auctioneer laughed making everyone including Gavin get a chuckle. Gavin walked up to the stage where all of the slaves stood. He looked carefully seeing Tragus, confused and disoriented from the horrid pens he had been stashed.
“Just this one,” Gavin said shooing off the other slaves. The other slaves sighed with relief as they walked off the stage to go back to the holding cells. Gavin walked up to Tragus and pressed a few buttons on his collar. “Tragus. . . what a name.” Gavin said smirking at the gagged slave. He slapped him in the face and pressed another button on his collar giving Tragus an enormous jolt of electricity. As he was bent down from the shock Gavin took his time to inspect the piece.
He grabbed his balls and cock pulling slightly looking at his torso looking for imperfections. Gavin pulled Tragus in an upright position. “Bend over slave, let’s see what we are working with here. And spread your cheeks.” Gavin pulled out a remote and pressed a button sending a smaller jolt of electricity through him. Gavin laughed “ I don’t even need to see it.” Gavin handed the auctioneer a discounted amount of cash looking back to Tragus.
“ I didn’t say you could stand up, bend over and let’s see what we have. Show everyone!” Gavin said walking up to the stage. “This is going to be fun Tragus, you and I” Gavin grabbed a chain leash and pulled him off the stage. In the back room there was a dentist chair that was covered in blood and other bodily fluids. They through Tragus injecting him with horse tranquilizer knocking him out for the trip to Gavin’s home. Gavin touched Tragus’s stomach as he slowly faded into unconsciousness.