Break Me

Meeting My Master

The masters shove us all into a line, chaining us to the stage and telling us not to move. We all stand absolutely still, trying not to shiver from the cold air on our naked bodies. All of us hope that we will be bought by kind masters, not like the ones that we have known throughout the start of our lives. As I stare out into the crowd, I see a few men staring back at me, and even a couple of women. I hope even more that I am not sold to a woman. I am not attracted to women, and being dominated by one would be embarrassing.

The auction starts, and I watch as the two boys in line in front of me are sold of to masters, each for twenty thousand dollars a piece. I am up next. The auctioneer starts the bidding at one thousand dollars. Then it goes up, and up, and up, until it reaches twenty thousand and five hundred dollars. I do not feel like I am worth that much at all. It goes up again, until one man finally announces that he will pay fifty thousand dollars for me. I am sold.

I keep my head down as I am unchained and lead to my new master. When I reach him, I kneel at his feet and wait for instructions. He puts a hand under my chin and lifts my face up so that my gaze meets his. He is handsome, more so than any man I have ever seen. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. His skin is perfectly tanned, and he has slight creases in his forehead. He is older than I am, probably by at least ten years, since I just turned seventeen. He smiles at me.

"Hello, pet," he says, snapping a collar around my neck. "What is your name?"

"Michael, sir," I reply quietly.

He grins again, and then helps me to stand. "Well, Michael, you are mine now."

He pulls me along behind him until we reach his car. He helps me into the front seat and buckles my seat belt, then gets in and begins to drive. I keep my head down the entire way. My master seems kind. I hope that he will stay that way.