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When Tanner booked the vacation, he knew it was going to be outside of his comfort zone. He’s also going to be spending too much money. It’s fine. He has most of his money set up with a financial planner, he’s not going to go over budget. When he thinks about how much he has budgeted, he feels a little embarrassed.
This is the kind of thing millionaires do. The ultra elite. He had to buy new clothes to meet the dress code, and send pictures of his wardrobe for the duration to get approved.
He’s going to a sex retreat for people interested in a master/slave dynamic. He’s not really surprised.
What he is nervous about is finding someone he wants to dominate. Oh, the urge will be there regardless, but he doesn’t want to spend a week with someone he doesn’t click with. Or god forbid alone.
The Company helpfully supplied photos and information about each possible auctionee. No faces shown, but fully nude and presented in tasteful angles and dramatic lighting. There are no names either. Just lot numbers. Tanner spent the weeks leading up to the retreat going over the lots again and again, trying to decide who he was going to bid on.
The bodies are attractive. Different shapes and sizes, not just your run of the mill porn star looks. The Company caters to a variety of tastes, and there should be something there for everyone. Tanner just isn’t sure what his tastes even look like.
There will be plenty of time to decide once the auction starts.
The welcome reception is perfectly boring. Some of the Doms have already brought slaves with them. For now, everyone is elegantly dressed, suits and gowns as far as the eye can see. He doesn’t really want to make friends here. He wants to find someone to fuck.
“Esteemed guests, we are thrilled to have you joining us for a week of decadence and delight. Our team has curated what I think is perhaps our most enthralling lineup of pieces I’ve presented to our clientele. As you have all signed the appropriate wavers, NDAs, and consent forms, I think it’s time we got to the main event for the evening.
The announcer moves to the side and a curtain on the stage is pulled back. A raised platform center stage is illuminated with a spotlight. A stagehand appears from the wings, leading a handcuffed and collared woman. She’s completely nude, but her hair and makeup are flawless.
Objectively, she’s pretty. A good first lot to get the audience enticed. She’s not quite Tanner’s type. When the bidding starts, there’s an electricity in the room. Even just being here has him growing hard. He’s sure he isn’t the only one.
Lot One does a circle, so the audience can see her entire body. There are a few whistles and groans. Tanner takes a sip of his drink, waiting.
The first few Lots go the same. Attractive bodies of all genders led out to be ogled by a group of buyers. Tanner has his hand on his paddle but none of them are right. He doesn’t know what will be right.
A cute brunette man is led out next. He looks like he might be taller than Tanner, but that could be fun. When the bidding starts, Tanner waits a few seconds before raising his paddle. He doesn’t need to look desperate. The auctioneer acknowledges his bid, but across the hall, someone else raises their paddle.
Tanner is immediately frustrated, but that’s the name of the game here. Power and money at play. Is he willing to do what it takes to own someone, even temporarily?
He goes back and forth with the other bidder for a time, until he’s close to his budget. Tanner shakes his head the next time he’s outbid. A loss. It stings.
A few more lots go by without peaking his interest. There’s more than fifty total, so it might be a long time before he sees one worth his time again. He busies himself with drinking his club soda and lime, watching as each new lot is won by someone in the audience. He lets himself zone out every time one of the items doesn’t suit his taste, bringing his focus back whenever a new lot is brought out.
The next lot out is twenty eight. Tanner is still waiting for something to be interesting. The person who walks out on the stage definitely counts.
It’s Eric. It has to be. The build is right. Tanner has seen enough of Eric’s body on streams and videos—including his subathon—to recognize it. The face is right, the hair too. But it doesn’t make sense. Eric has a Doodle tattoo on the back of his calf.
When Lot Twenty Eight does the customary turn, Tanner sees the flash of Doodle on skin. It is him. The Company must have edited it out of the photos.
The spark of want Tanner was looking for ignites. He and Eric are friends again. Knowing that Eric has willingly subjected himself to be here means he wants the dynamic. Wants to be treated like a slave.
As soon as the auctioneer starts bidding, Tanner’s paddle is in the air. Looking desperate be damned. He’s never going to get a chance like this again.
A few other people put in starting bids. Tanner waits for the flurry in the room to cool before raising his paddle again. Another round of bids put the price at the middle of his budget. He can do this.
Tanner raises his paddle, is acknowledged, and then the same guy from before who outbid him raises his paddle again. It’s not against the rules, to win more than one lot. It makes Tanner grip his paddle tighter.
When he raises his paddle next, he keeps an eye on the other bidder. His opponent. Tanner is going to win this. Win Eric.
He’s halfway to his budgeted amount. 50 thousand dollars felt like a lot of money when he planned this. The cost of the resort itself on top of his auction budget is precariously high. When the other bidder goes up to 40, Tanner has to make a decision. Risk someone else getting lot twenty eight. Or make the winning move.
“One hundred,” Tanner calls out as he raises his paddle, hopefully for the last time. On stage, Eric looks like he’s scanning the crowd. The room is dark on purpose. There’s no way he can see Tanner. Especially this far in the back.
“One hundred from the gentleman in the back, for our largest bid of the night so far,” the auctioneer calls. He looks over at the other bidder, who shakes his head. “Lot Twenty Eight goes for one hundred thousand dollars.” A stage hand comes out and leads Eric off stage.
Tanner is shaking. He takes another sip from his club soda, just to calm himself. He got it. He won. When he goes back to his room, Eric will be there, waiting.
The mental image has his mouth watering. Tanner doesn’t want to wait for the auction to end. He’s far exceeded his budget and he doesn’t need anything else. He wants to enjoy his prize.
A touch on his arm pulls his attention. The other bidder, who nearly swiped two prizes from him.
“You have good taste,” a man in a full tuxedo says. His blond hair is slicked back and he has an easy smile. “If you want to share, just let me know.” Tanner shrugs. He doesn’t want to be rude, exactly. But he has no plans on letting anyone else touch Eric.
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Tanner taps his key on the lock and holds his breath. The light is on in the room. He pushes the door open and takes in the subdued lighting. When he left for the auction, he wasn’t thinking about what his room would look like when he returned.
Eric is completely naked except the collar around his throat, his head bowed. There’s a small cushion beneath his knees. It hadn’t been there before, but Tanner isn’t surprised. The entire experience is curated. Tanner wonders how long the other slaves will have to wait for their masters to return.
Tanner steps closer to where Eric is kneeling, but not close enough to be seen with his head bowed. His fingers itch to touch what he just bought. A prize just for him. If he wanted to, he could blindfold Eric and fuck him.
But that feels wrong.
Tanner wants to be intentional about this. He goes to the closet and removes his suit coat. He considers taking the tie off, but instead he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt instead. Then he turns, taking Eric in.
His posture is immaculate. Back straight, hands on his knees. Tanner could just look at him for hours. The collar is the standard issue for the resort, stainless steel with no padding. It looks like it might already be starting to chafe. He wonders how long Eric has been here at the resort, preparing. Going through the rigorous training advertised in the forums and discreet brochures.
He takes a few steps away to lean against the dresser, directly across from Eric.
“Look at me,” Tanner commands. Eric’s head whips up, his eyes wide with surprise. He doesn’t speak. He looks like he wants to, but he’s being good despite the circumstances. Tanner wouldn’t blame him if he did misbehave.
“I’m not going to tell anyone about this,” Tanner explains. “If you’re not interested, you can leave. No consequences. We both forget about this and I go home.” Eric doesn’t say anything. Tanner steps forward, closing the distance between them.
“You may speak,” Tanner says. Eric swallows.
“Tanner,” He whispers. He sounds afraid. “You spent a hundred thousand dollars on me.” Eric tears his eyes away from Tanner and looks down at the floor. It’s the first time he’s disobeyed. Tanner uses two fingers under Eric’s chin to make him look up.
“I knew you were worth it,” Tanner states. He holds Eric’s gaze, waiting for him to respond. But Eric is quiet. Tanner isn’t used to an Eric who isn’t loud and boisterous. ”Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” Eric says. He licks his lips. Tanner cups his cheek gently, rubbing a thumb across the soft flesh.
“Safeword?”
“Durian,” Eric replies easily. Tanner smiles. It’s good. Then he slaps Eric. It’s not a hard slap and the red mark fades off his flesh quickly.
“Ground rules. You’re going to call me Sir,” Tanner states. “You haven’t earned the right to call me by name.” Tanner steps away, watching. Eric’s eyes follow him, but he stays in place. Good.
“Use your safeword freely. I don’t want you doing something just because I paid for it. I want an enthusiastic participant.” Tanner pauses, raising an eyebrow.
”Yes Sir,” Eric replies.
“Good boy,” Tanner says. “If you’re good, I will reward you. If you misbehave, you will be punished. That slap was for looking away without being told. You get a pass for the name.” Tanner turns away, walking over to the dresser he was leaning on before. It’s not actually for clothes. He opens the first door to take a look at the equipment included with the room.
“How many times can you cum in a day?” Tanner doesn’t look at Eric when he asks, instead inspecting the provided flogging toys. He runs his fingers along a riding crop, but doesn’t pick it up.
“Five, if I didn’t cum the day before, Sir,” Eric’s answer feels a bit rote. Like he’s practiced this. Tanner closes the drawer and opens the next. Bundles of rope of various textures as well as a small paper explaining how to request more from room service. A pair of safety scissors.
“And if you did come the day before?” Tanner turns his head to see Eric still looking at him.
”Three. Sir,” He nearly forgets the title. Tanner is going to enjoy keeping track of Eric’s mistakes.
“And hard lines?” Tanner turns to look at Eric fully for this question.
“I prefer to not be cut,” Eric says. Tanner clicks his tongue. “Sir. Any of the items provided by the resort are fine to use on me.” Then Eric takes a deep breath. “I am at your disposal.”
It’s not fair how fucking hot Eric is like this. Tanner might be the Master in this scenario, but Eric holds all the cards. He closes the rope drawer and makes his way back over, loosening his tie as he approaches.
“No other lines? Nothing else?” Tanner needs Eric to be honest here. The resort is advertised as no limits. Technically Eric didn’t say to not cut him. Just that he prefers not to be.
“No Sir,” This time Eric is confident. Tanner wants to break him into pieces. He steps closer then, circling Eric. If he hadn’t already known the person he was buying, Tanner isn’t sure how this would have gone. What he would have wanted the first interaction to be like. But he’s falling into character perfectly. It’s like Eric was made to turn him into a monster.
Tanner grabs Eric’s hair, tugging his head back so his neck is exposed. He leans forward, bringing his mouth just beside Eric’s ear.
“And what was your plan if your Master decided to ruin your pretty face?” Tanner hisses into his ear. “How would you explain the bruises someone could leave on all the visible parts of your body to Chat?”
“I don’t know, Sir,” Eric admits. He’s panting and Tanner can see that his cock is growing hard. Tanner lets go and goes to sit against the bed.
“Not very clever of you,” Tanner chastises. “This is why you need someone to take care of you. Tell you what to do. Who to be.” Eric wets his lips again. “What do I call you, silly boy?”
The question hangs in the air. Eric opens and closes his mouth a few times. He’s thinking. Tanner can wait. But not for too long. He pulls off his tie in the meantime, folding it neatly and placing it on the nightstand.
”Do you need suggestions?” Tanner is a little more gentle with his tone this time. He hasn’t really played with someone to this intensity before, but he did his research. Some people have trouble with making decisions in the heat of a scene.
“No, Sir,” Eric finally says. “Please call me Crow, Sir.” Tanner hums in assent.
“You’re being very good for me, Crow,” He unbuttons his shirt, watching the way Eric watches him. Hungry. ”Now I want to know if there’s anything you do want.” Eric frowns.
”No, Sir,” Eric replies immediately. “My desires don’t-“
“Quiet,” Tanner says before Eric can finish. Immediately his mouth shuts. “Your desires do matter to me, Crow. I’ve made a significant investment in you. And I would be remiss to overlook an opportunity to properly reward you. So I’m going to ask you again. Is there anything you do want out of this week?”
“I want to be used, Sir,” Eric breathes out. “I don’t want to have to think. I want out of my head.” Tanner takes the shirt off completely, leaving him in slacks and the undershirt.
“That can be arranged,” Tanner takes his shirt back to the closet and hangs it up. Through this whole exchange, Eric has been so good. Learning what to do, playing the part. This entire week is for a 24/7 experience, which means Tanner has plenty of time to use and abuse Eric to his heart's content.
His undershirt and pants are quickly discarded and folded, leaving him in the sleek tight boxer briefs he prefers. Tanner wants to claim his prize, finally. He climbs on the bed, adjusting the pillows until he can sit mostly upright. Once he’s comfortable, Tanner looks over to Eric. Still kneeling. Still watching.
“Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to use. Come suck my dick, Crow” Tanner commands. Eric rises immediately, climbing onto the bed and on all fours. Tanner spreads his legs and pulls his cock out of his underwear. Eric leans forward, eyes trained on Tanner. He licks a stripe up Tanner’s cock and gets to work. When Eric tries to use a hand at the bottom of his shaft, Tanner tuts.
“Mouth only,” Tanner says. Not a correction. A clarification. Eric dutifully pulls his hands away and behind his back.
He wishes he had his phone. Tanner would love to scroll on Reddit or something else while Eric did this. He should have brought a book. Tanner adds that to his already growing mental list of things to pick up at the gift shop. In the meantime, the sight before him is worth not having a distraction for the purpose of the scene.
Part of Tanner knows that if this were anyone else, he would be distancing himself. Depersonalizing his purchase and giving it a less intimate name. Maybe just calling it by lot number. With Eric’s mouth wrapped around his cock, Tanner knows that he can’t do that here. Not that he would want to.
Owning Eric like this makes him heady. The power fantasy feels more real. Like when this week ends, he’ll still have some hold over Eric. Tanner doesn’t want to get ahead of himself. So he pulls his attention back to the forefront and the excellent blowjob he’s receiving.
If he wanted to, Tanner could let this go on until he came. Eric is good. But that would defeat half the point of this whole endeavor. So he leans over, reaching with one hand for the room service menu. He flips to the portion that doesn’t have food, pointedly ignoring Eric.
Tanner should be watching his budget. He’s already well past his intended expenses. Something catches his eye, though, and he can’t resist. Tanner reaches again, grabbing the phone and dialing for room service with one hand. He brings the receiver to the ear and doesn’t have to wait long to connect with the staff.
“Yes, I’d like to have the daily special delivered to my room,” Tanner keeps his voice perfectly even, perfectly collected. Eric hasn’t stopped sucking his cock the whole time, head bobbing rhythmically. “If you could have an attendant bring it in, that would be great. Thanks.” Tanner hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through Eric’s hair.
The moan Eric makes is praiseworthy. Tanner closes his eyes, trying to memorize the sound. He’s sure he’ll hear it again over the course of the week. But it’s the first moan he’s gotten out of Eric. He wants to treasure it.
“You’re doing very good, Crow,” Tanner says. Eric lets out a breath through his nose. Tanner tightens his grip on Eric’s hair and holds him still. “I think you deserve a little break. You can keep my cock warm while I wait for room service.” Tanner pushes Eric’s face down until his cock is nearly completely in his mouth, then presses Eric’s face gently to the side. Eric lets out another breath through his nose when his cheek rests against Tanner’s thigh.
With Eric warming his cock, Tanner starts planning. While before a week felt like an impossibly long time to stay in character, now it feels like there won’t be enough time to do everything he wants. There are activities and events. Those were barely on hit radar before.
Eric changes everything. Tanner has something he wants to show off. Something worth bragging about. Something doing an excellent job of keeping him hard and content. When else will he have the chance to show the world what Eric is really worth?
He’s caught up in planning and imaging when two knocks on the door pull him out of his reverie. The attendant announces themselves as room service and opens the door, wheeling in a cart.
The attendant removes a box and places it on top of the dresser where the already included toys are. Tanner can feel himself twitching in Eric’s mouth. The thrill of having Eric here, unacknowledged, serving him, nearly pushes him over the edge. Tanner wants more.
“Enjoy your evening, sir. And let us know if there’s anything else you need.” Tanner thanks the attendant and waits for them to leave before he pulls Eric off his cock. Eric’s eyes are dark and far, his mouth dripping with saliva.
“Let’s give you a chance to show me what you’ve got,” Tanner says. He tucks his dick away, still straining and hard but he doesn’t need to fuck Eric yet. Tanner gestures for Eric to stay and goes to the box left by the attendant.
It’s sleek, brand new. Resort policy requires all insertables be purchased new. Staff inspected all of his bags to ensure he didn’t smuggle in anything not allowed, like cameras. Or in this case, an already used toy. Tanner opens the box and inside is a vibrating butt plug, remote, and cock ring. He takes out the cock ring first.
On the bed, Eric is back to kneeling. He’s watching Tanner with interest and his own cock is hard and dripping. Tanner hadn’t been paying attention, too worried about his own pleasure to focus on Eric’s wants. Now Tanner knows that being used like this does get him worked up.
“I don’t want you to cum tonight,” Tanner says as he approaches Eric. “I’m going to get all five of those orgasms out of you tomorrow.” He watches with interest as Eric’s cock twitches. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t get close.” Tanner slips the cock ring on Eric’s penis, focusing on being efficient more than ensuring it’s comfortable for him. He does take a moment to appreciate how good the cock ring looks on Eric. It’s stainless steel, just like the collar. Half the fun of this type of play is the aesthetics. Tanner can feel his own dick twitching with want. He returns to the box, taking out the plug and remote.
“Here’s how this is going to go, Crow,” Tanner explains. “I’m going to put this in your ass, and you’re going to suck me off until I cum. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” Eric replies.
“Show me your ass,” Tanner orders. Eric dutifully turns on the bed and presents himself. Tanner takes a moment to run his hand over Eric’s butt cheek, feeling the smooth skin. It is a good ass. It’s not the time, but Tanner can’t wait to use some of the tools he saw earlier and mark Eric up.
He grabs some lube from the nightstand—because of course there’s complimentary lube there—and drizzles it on the plug. It isn’t the largest option available. That can come later. He presses the plug into Eric’s ass, not worrying about how it might sting or be uncomfortable. He hears Eric hiss when the flare at the bottom of the plug prevents Tanner from pushing it in any further.
“Are you good?” Tanner asks. He doesn’t have to ask; he could just keep going and do as he pleases. The whole point of this experience is that he can do whatever he wants. Now, with Eric at his mercy, checking is what he wants to do.
“Yes Sir,” Eric breathes out. He sounds a little strained, but Tanner can detect the want on the edges of his voice.
“On the floor, on your knees, Crow,” Tanner instructs. Eric obeys just like he has all evening, quiet and quick. Tanner wonders if this is what he’s going to be like all week, perfectly obedient. Watching Eric follow his commands makes Tanner desperate to fuck him. He wonders what he might have to do to get Eric to disobey.
With Eric on the floor, Tanner finally rids himself of his underwear. He leans back against the bed, giving himself just enough support that he doesn’t have to stand fully. Eric waits, mouth half open and cock straining with the steel ring. Tanner grabs the remote and turns it on. Eric’s response is immediate. He bucks forward, letting out a soft moan.
“I want to hear you,” Tanner says. “Don’t hold back.” Then he ups the intensity of the vibration, relishing in seeing Eric close his eyes and let out a groan. Tanner reaches forward and grabs Eric by the collar. It works well enough, because Eric presses forward and takes Tanner into his mouth again. This time, Eric keeps his hands on his knees, just using his mouth and tongue. Tanner adds a new collar to the shopping list.
When Eric’s nose touches his pubes, Tanner ups the vibration on the plug. Eric lets out a loud moan despite having Tanner fully in his throat. Tanner peeks around Eric’s head to see precum leaking from the tip of his cock. Without ever being touched, Eric’s dick is glistening with the evidence of how much he wants this.
It’s almost enough to make Tanner reconsider his previous plans and let Eric cum. Almost.
“Don’t cum,” Tanner teases, trying to keep his voice level. He’s getting close. He doesn’t want this to end yet, not without getting a few more delicious moans out of Eric. “Be good for me, Crow.” The command makes Eric whine, high pitched and needy. Tanner can see tears beginning to well up at the corner of his eyes. Tanner grabs Eric’s face, holding him still and properly fucking his face.
The heat of Eric’s mouth and the absolutely sinful sounds he makes are more than enough, and Tanner presses in one last time to cum down his throat. He holds Eric in place, trembling while he spills into him. When it’s nearly too much, Tanner pulls away. Eric’s eyes are still watery, but no tears have spilled yet. Taner falls back onto the bed, letting himself breathe. He fumbles for the remote and turns off the vibration. Eric makes a sound that sounds just as much like relief as disappointment.
“Get yourself cleaned up,” Tanner orders, waving a dismissive hand. He pushes himself up on his elbows to watch Eric retreat to the bathroom. Despite not getting to orgasm, he can see Eric is unsteady on his feet. Tanner flops back onto the bed, letting himself have a moment of rest. It isn’t long until Eric returns, still half hard, but clean.
“I left the plug out to dry, Sir,” Eric says. Tanner finally pulls himself up off the bed and leaves Eric waiting. He does his nightly routine, not much more than brushing his teeth and washing his face. The butt plug is carefully placed on the far side of the bathroom counter, out of the way. When he returns, Eric is exactly where Tanner left him. Eric is maybe too good at being a slave.
“Tell me, Crow, what should I do with you?” Tanner asks without looking when he returns to the bed.
“It’s not for me to decide, Sir,” Eric replies.
“Smart.” Then Tanner points Eric over to the other side of the bed where a dog bed is on the floor. “Am I going to have to chain you up while I sleep, or are you going to be good?” He turns to look at Eric.
“I’ll be good, Sir,” Eric promises. Tanner smiles.
“Perfect. You sleep there. If you need to use the bathroom, do so quickly and quietly. Otherwise, I expect you to be there when I wake up.” Eric nods and goes to settle on the dog bed.
It’s a good thing Tanner doesn’t have trouble sleeping, or he would be up all night, too wired about the next day to rest. He quiets his mind, putting away all the thoughts and plans he wants to make. He needs his rest if he’s going to ruin Eric tomorrow.