Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 72

The man nodded and barked an order to the young man in the cage. "Barney, remove the loin cloth, the lady wishes to inspect you."

Barney stared at Dahlia, his eyes boring into hers as he slowly removed the small article of clothing. She gasped as her eyes dropped to his c**k. Even soft it was big. She could only imagine what it would look like, hard and erect.

"Drop your eyes," she attempted to order in a stern voice, but it came out as a polite request. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk before he dutifully lowered his eyes.

"Why are you selling him?" she asked Barney's Master.

"He is very willful, he disobeys frequently. I do not have the time nor the inclination to give him the discipline he needs," he explained, a note of regret in his voice.

"Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks," she ordered him.

He complied and she saw his nice, tight hole. She knew some slaves, especially males, had their asses so abused, that their holes were permanently stretched or scarred, or even both, so she was happy to see that his still looked like a small rosebud.

"How old is he and how long has he been a slave?" she asked.

"He is only nineteen and has been a slave for a mere eight months. I am his first Master," he replied.

"Is he in good health?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, as you can see, he is in very good health," he replied eagerly, indicating the young man in question, whose eyes were discreetly roaming over Dahlia's exposed body. She noticed with a thrill of excitement that his c**k was no longer flaccid and was starting to rise and thicken.

"Thank you for your time," Master said, giving her leash a gentle tug. When they were out of earshot, he said to her, "I can tell you like him, but I think he may be a bit too much to handle. Perhaps we should find someone a little more broken in."

"Yes, Master," she reluctantly agreed.

Slave auctions were a rare occurrence, so there were many slaves available for viewing. She saw a few other men and even one very luscious woman who caught her attention, but her mind kept going back to the rebellious young blond. They passed by his cage again and she felt a rush of excitement as he boldly stared at her.

Could her Master tame him, she wondered. Would he obey? Would he allow her to help him? She imagined him tied to a bed, face down, spread eagle, with a large punishing dildo in his ass as she paddled him until he begged for mercy. Her p***y surged with wetness as the image danced in her mind. She sucked in a shaky breath and she had to grip her Master's arm for balance.

"What are you thinking of, my pet?" he asked, smiling at her obvious arousal.

"I was imagining if you allowed me to help you break him, Master," she whispered, still staring at the young man. He had put the loin cloth back on but it was tented in front of him, his large erection visible beneath the scrap of fabric as he returned her lusty stare.

"Would you like that, my pet?" he asked her, his surprise showing his voice.

"Oh yes, Master, I would," she answered eagerly.

He looked down at her, into her eyes and saw a spark there that he had never seen before. She had always been such a willing sub; this new desire for dominance caught him off guard.

Giving her a small push towards the slave's cage, he whispered, "Give it a try."

She stepped up to the cage. "Lower your eyes," she demanded in a harsh whisper, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Without hesitation he obeyed. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured.

"Would you obey me? Would you serve me?" she demanded.

"Yes, Mistress," he again replied, his voice respectful.

She looked up at her Master hopefully. "We'll see how the bidding goes," he relented.

"Thank you, Master," she said, a smile spreading across her face.

As they walked back to the house she glanced over her shoulder at the slave. The defiant look in his eyes contradicted the humble manner he had just displayed. She knew her Master could dominate him but would he really obey her? She knew she would be the senior slave, but would this reckless newcomer honor her standing in the household?

Ten minutes later she was being f****d up the ass by a man who, between grunts, was casually discussing the various slaves with her Master. "Yes, I know of that blond one, troublesome, I hear," he panted, driving his c**k into her.

"Do you think he can be broken?" her Master asked.

"By someone as talented as you, most definitely," the man replied, roughly pinching her n*****s.

"My pet here has expressed a desire to assist in his breaking," Master said.

"Her?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "I can say she has a most delicious ass, but you would have to be the judge on whether she has what it takes to help tame that lad," he gasped, pulling out and shooting his c*m into a brass container. "Quite a surprising number of slaves can be both submissive and dominant," he continued as a servant cleaned his c**k for him. "The question you have to ask, is she one of them. Otherwise you could have a messy situation on your hands." He playfully slapped her bottom. "But if it will keep a spectacular slave such as she is happy, it might be worth the risk, assuming you always keep the upper hand with both of them. She's fantastic," he said before saying goodbye and walking away.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked her. "Do you think you could handle him?" he considered her for a moment. "Perhaps that black haired fellow would be more appropriate for your first attempt," he suggested.

Her mind went back to him. He hadn't looked any higher than her knees. She was told that his eyes were blue and even though he was well endowed, with a lean, muscular build and a nice tight ass he didn't stir anything in her. "I'm afraid I might easily get bored with him," she replied.

"Except for a short learning period, you've always been dutiful and obedient and I haven't grown bored with you," he answered, a slight teasing note in his voice. "How about the female?" he asked. "I've always enjoyed watching you with another woman."

The woman's lean body, lush breasts and firm ripe ass atop long legs came to her mind. "I would prefer a male," she answered.

He stopped and looked seriously at her, "Now, pet, really think about this. Do you feel you have what it takes to dominate someone like that young blond slave? I think you might, but I'm not one hundred percent sure."

The announcement that the auction would begin in fifteen minutes was made and they went to take their seats. Most slaves knelt on the ground at their Master's feet, but the hobble dress made that impossible so she was seated next to him. The auction was strangely exciting. How would she feel if she was up there, being treated like an object, so exposed, so vulnerable, she wondered. A slight thrill of excitement ran up her spine, watching the men and women changing hands.

Then it was time for her slave. He was being uncooperative and surly. A murmur went through the crowd as he boldly stared out at them. His eyes found hers and held. She stared back and mouthed 'lower your eyes' at him. To her great surprise he obeyed. Several doms turned to see who he had been staring at and assumed it was her Master.

"What will you give me for this challenging young man?" the auctioneer called. "Look at his fine body, his tight ass and his large c**k!" The last was exclaimed as his loin cloth was pulled away. He was fully erect and a gasp of appreciation went through the crowd. He was turned and bent over, his ass cheeks pulled apart, every part of him exposed as his attributes were shouted out by the auctioneer. After a few minutes of being manhandled, the slave's patience wore thin and he pulled away, shrugging off his handlers, glaring at them.

Murmurs once more rippled through the crowd. He again stared at Dahlia before standing still and lowering his eyes, holding his hands behind his back. "I think he has decided for us," her Master whispered to her. "He seems willing to submit to you." He raised his hand as the bidding began.

Master smiled as he won the auction. The slave had behaved so badly on the block that the price was quite low and he had saved a lot of money. "Thank you, Master," she gushed as the auctioneer announced the next slave up for bid.

The others that she had considered ended up going for quite a high amount, due to their submissive behavior and good looks. "Your choice saved me quite a bit of money," he told her. "Perhaps we'll buy some extra toys for your new pet. What is his name again?' he asked.

"Barney," she replied.

"Will you call him Slave?" Master asked.

"But, Master, that's my name," she said quietly.

"I've been thinking of changing it to Pet. I call you that most of the time anyway," he said.

"I'd like that, Master," she replied shyly. "Then I will call him Slave," she told him.

After the auction ended, the party really began in earnest. She was constantly bent over, getting f****d in either the ass or p***y, having her t**s roughly squeezed. She lost count of how many times she was taken, how many times her Master was complimented on her beauty or the pleasures of her body.

It was four in the morning by the time they arrived back home. He slowly undressed her and they showered together before crawling into his large bed where he only held her close, too weary to f**k her.

"Sleep well Pet, we have a big day tomorrow with your new slave," he murmured to her. A smile curled her lips as she thought of Barney arriving tomorrow before she drifted off to sleep.