Part I.

Diane had put Trevor in a chastity cage. Now she was auctioning off his key.

“Okay, girlfriends, let the festivities begin!” Announced Diane. In the living room were a dozen or so young women. Diane was in charge. She wore leather pants, a leather bustier, and a pair of velvet gloves that came up to her elbows. Her “fuck-me” boots had laces almost to her knee. Her jet black eye shadow matched her jet black lipstick.

Trevor had been standing in the study off the living room. She led him out by his leash. She removed his collar and instructed him to take off his dress, brassiere, and panties, which he did. His head slightly lowered, he stood before the throng of young women, naked.

Naked, that is, except for his metal chastity cage. Its key swung from a silver chain that Diane wore.

Diane held the key out to the audience. "Girls," she said, "here’s the key to happiness, and it’s for a good cause. The homeless shelter is short of money. Anything you can bid for this magnificent specimen of manhood will feed and house the people on the street."

Diane knelt to one knee and opened his cage. All eight inches of Trevor fell out. There was an audible gasp from the group. "Now imagine it stroking the best parts inside of you," Diane said.

They could not stand it any longer. One of the women, Allison, blond and curvy, came forward. She reached out and touched him at the tip. He extended to his full length. Pre-cum began to appear at the urethra.

"May I kiss it?" Asked Allison.

"Be my guest," said Diane, "Just don’t make him cum." Allison put on an extra layer of lipstick, got down on one knee, and planted her kiss on the side of his member, leaving a flaming red impression of two puckered lips. The group gave her a round of applause.

"As part of the deal," said Diane, "I am offering a pair of balls that are swimming in at least ten day’s worth of his cum. And, as a special bonus, he is being checked out by the local public health people before his cock is finally sold.

"Think about that. Not only can you buy this eminence, but if you take your birth control over the week, you can have him raw—raw and safely.

"So that’s what you get with this wonderful key to ecstasy— for six full nights! One glorious cock to make you a happy woman, two achingly full balls that are good for a big bunch of cums; and a doctor’s note certifying that all of him is clean as a whistle."

"The bidding starts in a week, next Friday at six. Have your wallets open and your libidos cranked up to eleven."

"Before we go, I have a question for you," said Allison, "After someone wins, where does she close the deal, so to speak? Penthouse suite at City Hotel? Her bedroom? Public park?"

"That’s the one thing that I have not thought through. I was considering setting up a bed on the bidding floor below the stage, and the rest of us get to watch the opening festivities.

"Everyone, I’ll tell you what. Phone me by next Thursday afternoon about how you feel about the bed idea. I’ll take it from there."

"Wait a moment. I have a question for Trevor," said Allison.

"I give him permission to answer," Diane replied, "but bidders address only me."

"How does Slave Trevor feel about all this?"

"My Slave, go ahead," Diane said to Trevor.

"My Mistress wants this," answered Trevor, "and so I am happy to be sold."

"Well?" Diane asked Allison.

"Okay, then," she replied, smiling.

"Alright, ladies. Six next Friday, and" Diane put her finger to her lips,"mum’s the word, right?"

In response, the women all put their index fingers to their lips, left, and closed the door.

Part II.

"Goddamn it!" Trevor said angrily. "I am a one-woman man! One! And I pick you. Just you. Not a dozen women. You. Honey, I didn’t sign on for this. I am fucking livid."

"What’s this, ‘Honey’? You will call me ‘My Mistress.’"

He was still glaring at her. She sighed. "Okay, let’s put the fantasy aside and just talk. But then we go right back. And there will be punishment for those very unslavelike words."

"Look," Trevor said, "When we started this game, we agreed that you and I would alternate months. You get January, March, and whatever, and I get February, April, and so forth. Each one always does what the other one wants." When it’s my month, you play in my fantasy world. When the month is yours, then I play in yours."

"So far, so good," Diane said.

"But I will never treat you like dirt, and I’ve never made you a slave. I have never tried to sell you to the highest bidder."

Diane replied, "Last summer you made me walk the full length of Brighton Beach in shorts while I wore that basically transparent bikini top."

Trevor smiled. "Yeah, I did that. But I never sold you to the masturbating teenage boys who lined the beach that day."

"That’s true." She smiled. "But that’s where the idea came from."

"Idea?" Trevor asked.

"Remember my joke, that that day the Sperm Bank should have been our designated charity? Today I make good on the joke. The homeless shelter is now our designated charity.” Then Diane’s voice rose. “Because I am still fucking livid about last summer."

"And the Brighton Beach walk justifies my sale? Honey, fer Chrissake."

"Today our cause is better, and righteous," Diane replied. "The agreement that you and I made three years ago now, plus your service to a very good cause, override any temporary inconvenience that you might be feeling.

"You made a deal. It’s still July, and you are still mine. As for your punishment, meet me at the farmers market on Monday at noon." She was emphatic as she closed, "Be dressed properly."

This particular version of the game had begun earlier in June, as the financial problems of the homeless shelter became publicly known. Diane told Trevor that she wanted to help. As July opened, Diane told Trevor exactly what she intended to do. Trevor did not take her seriously. Trevor did not take her seriously even when she sent him to the local public health clinic to be checked for STIs. He just assumed that she had found something suspicious in her genital area and was being overly cautious in response.

Then the shipments of bondage paraphernalia began to arrive, to the great joy of Diane and the sudden consternation of Trevor, to whom it finally sank in that all this was real. Diane put Trevor in the chastity cage just after his trip to the health clinic.

He had to listen as she recruited her friends by phone to assemble an audience of bidders. It was merely adding insult to injury when she made him convert their living room into a makeshift auditorium.

Trevor tried talking to Diane. All he got back was, "A deal’s a deal. July is my month, and you will do what I say."

Part III

Monday arrived. Trevor’s floral top, which revealed a few inches of midriff, went well with his sky-blue stretch pants and his women’s pink pumps. As instructed, he wore no underwear. Through his pants, the bulge of his penis and its cage was visible. His black leather collar read "SLAVE" in bright pink letters.

Trevor arrived early and waited by the entrance, holding the leash. When she arrived, Diane demanded the leash. Diane wore her normal street clothes. Together they walked through the market, Trevor five steps behind Diane. Following instructions, Trevor did not make eye contact with anyone.

Almost half the booths at the market refused them service. "Bigot!" Diane screamed at the sellers who refused.

The two passed the booth of the city African-American Rights Association (AARA). An AARA volunteer startled as Trevor walked by.

"Hey, my man, what’s with the slave collar?" The volunteer called out.

"Bigot!" Diane turned and shouted at him.

The volunteer stayed cool. "Lady, give me a break." Then, to Trevor, he said, "Dude, tell your master no. That’s what we did. It’s been bumpy at times, but it’s been worth it."

"Don’t you dare tell me no," said a flustered Diane to Trevor. She began to charge down the row of booths. Trevor turned quickly and silently mouthed the words “Thank you" to the AARA volunteer, who smiled and gave Trevor a quick thumbs up.

The two approached the booth for the city homeless shelter. Among the staffers was Mindy, the shelter’s development director. The next Friday Mindy was slated, on behalf of the shelter, to accept the donation from the winning bidder, who, Mindy had been told, would take home a variety of household items and furniture.

Diane turned to see if they were out of earshot of the AARA volunteer. They were. "My Slave," she said, "I give you to Mindy, your ‘Little Mistress.’ You will not talk to Little Mistress, nor look her in the eye. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. I will be in the bathroom." Diane gave the leash to Mindy, who accepted it while looking at the booth canopy.

Mindy led Trevor to two folding chairs behind stacks of orange juice, crackers, and blankets. She saw the outline of the chastity cage.

"I don’t know how you can stand it," she said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Little Mistress, I cannot talk to you." He glanced at her and swiftly looked away. "I will be punished for saying even this. Please don’t tell Mistress that I spoke. Or that I looked at you."

Before Mindy could answer, Diane’s voice could be heard out front. "Hello? Mindy?" Mindy called back.

Diane cruised around the stacks. "Has he said anything?”

"Quiet as a church mouse," Mindy replied.

"Did he look you in the eye?"

"Never," said Mindy.

"My Slave," Diane said to Trevor. "You have been very obedient to me. A good Slave. And thus a great day!"

Part IV

As soon as he got home, Trevor changed clothes. He washed off the makeup and the lipstick. The chastity cage stayed on. He didn’t have the key, and would not have used it, anyway.

"I have to find a way out of here," he said out loud. He sat down in front of his computer and began searching for other men in his situation. In particular, he was looking for men who had left similar situations successfully.

"Sorry, pal, but you are where you are," said Mr/Obedience on ReadIt, "Enjoy."

"Hey, at least she’s not selling you to a group of guys," said TheMeat on 12chen.

On Wuzzup, UownMe said, "I would give anything to be in your position, even my best diaphanous gown. It’s really sparkly. Can you and I trade places? I’ll throw in my tiara!"

Well, this is getting me nowhere fast, Trevor thought. He plunged ahead.

There were several guys who got themselves out, but they all did things that Trevor was unwilling to do. There was the one man who "just lost it and slapped the bitch around." The wire services reported murders of female masters by male slaves in Ohio and New York.

No, no, no, thought Trevor. So every man in my situation is either obedient or a murderer? That can’t be. He pressed on.

He checked relationship sites of all sorts. He paid an online astrologer for a reading of his stars. He paid a tarot reader for a reading of his cards. Not one offered anything of value.

He was boxed in. Trevor was a one-woman man, about to be sold before a group of attractive young women. Most men would envy him, but Trevor was not most men. His mind wandered. He thought about logging in to Death, Doom, and Destruction 4, He had not played DD&D4 in years, but he needed something to get his mind off being sold. Besides, “Death, Doom, and Destruction” seemed appropriate for his situation.

He went to the search engine, Goosey Goosey Gander .Trevor meant to type the letter D into the search bar, but instead he typed G. That error brought up his answer in the list of suggested sites. He found his website and registered.

As the week progressed, the phone calls and voice messages made it clear that the bidders wanted to watch the winner and were willing to be watched. In fact, this choice was unanimous. So Trevor was not going to fake anything.The only serious division was over filming: most women said no, some said yes, and a few offered to bring their own equipment, including two who had Klieg lights.

On a positive note, on Thursday morning, the public health clinic called to say that the tests that needed weeks to resolve had all come back negative. Trevor just sighed, and checked the internet once again.

Friday morning arrived. Diane spent the day dolling herself up. She settled on black, intricate lace lingerie. Her hairdresser spent much of the morning preparing Diane’s "just got fucked" hairdo. The makeup artist designed Diane’s face to look like she was about to climax. Her "fuck-me" boots and velvet gloves were the same as the week before.

Trevor spent Friday checking his phone.

Part V

Mindy arrived about 4:30 to staff the coat check. Most women checked only their coat, some checked their coat and blouse, and a few confident bidders checked their coats, blouses, and brassieres. Mindy wondered why someone would check her brassiere just to buy furniture.

Mindy listened carefully. The bidders talked among themselves. They described Trevor, Trevor’s equipment, and what the bidders wanted to do with him. Then Mindy got it, and wished she could offer her own bid.

To consolidate their bidding strength, two groups had formed into “Harems" of four women each— the Fourth Avenue Harem, who wore red t-shirts, and the Brighton Beach Harem, who wore gold.

In front of the stage sat the bed, made up and ready to go. Diane had had Trevor post signs that read "No Filming." Two bidders had to put their Klieg lights back in the car.

Six o’clock arrived. Diane stepped out to the screams and cheers of the women. Diane put her hands on her hips. "Everyone, tonight’s the night! Ready to go? I hope your motors are running hot for the main event— My Slave. Slave, let’s see you now.” Diane ducked behind the curtain and reappeared holding Trevor triumphantly by his leash.

Diane led Trevor to center stage. He was naked except for the chastity cage, and doing his best not to look glum.

"Let me give you a reminder, girls," Diane said. "My Slave, in the past week and a half, have you been touching yourself?"

"No, Mistress."

"Have you ejaculated during that time? Even once?"

"No, Mistress."

"Oh," she moaned sensuously, "this is turning me on. Let’s start already!" Turning to the bidders, Diane announced, "I want to hear a thousand dollars for openers! Then the bidding jumps in $50 increments. Okay? Let’s go!"

"Twelve hundred." There was a round of applause for the opening bid, 20% above the minimum.

"Fifteen hundred."

"Fourth Avenue Harem bids two thousand."

"Brighton Beach Harem, twenty-two hundred.

The bidding slowed at five thousand dollars, and started crawling upward in units of $50. At six thousand one hundred fifty dollars, bidding stopped briefly. Trevor started to loosen up a bit, and even managed a grin,

Diane reminded everyone of the purpose of the auction. "Mindy, what will the homeless shelter do with the money raised today?"

Mindy was staring off into space, smiling.

"Earth calling Mindy," someone said.

"Sorry, I was just daydreaming about of all the new equipment that will be coming our way.”

“New equipment. There it is, you beautiful bidders.”

The bidding resumed, then ended at ten thousand, two hundred fifty dollars, bid by the Fourth Avenue Harem. Four women wearing Fourth Avenue t-shirts began chanting, "Red! Red! Red! Red!” The collective bid meant that Trevor, the sad one-woman man, would be taking four different women that week.

"You always hope for more, but $10,250 is nothing to sneeze at," said Diane. "Okay! Going once, going twice…”

Part VI

"Wait!" Shouted Trevor.

"What!?" Said Diane angrily. Trevor ran behind the curtain and returned holding his phone. Trevor read the phone, sighed with relief, and smiled. He stood up straight and cleared his throat. "I bid twelve thousand, thirty-seven dollars."

"Slave, what the hell?" Diane said.

"Your rules never said that I couldn’t be one of the bidders," said Trevor. "And, as a wise woman once told me, ‘A deal is a deal.’ Without a restriction against men, I was afraid that local gays and trans men would get wind of this auction, show up, and start a serious bidding war. I’ve got nothing against gays and trans, but I’m a one-woman guy.”

“Where did you get the twelve thousand?” Diane demanded.

“Donations.”

“Donations? You got twelve thousand dollars out on the street, extending your hat?”

"GoFuckMe.”

“What?” Diane said.

"The website," Trevor said, "GoFuckMe." They do fundraising. I explained my situation and asked people for enough funding to enter a winning bid. I got anonymous messages and money from a lot of guys sympathetic to me.”

"Today, things got too close for comfort. My GoFuckMe account stood at ninety-three hundred dollars around nine this morning. It was ninety-six hundred when bidding started, still more than the $6,150 we had when the bidding paused.. Then, somewhere in the universe, someone kicked in something extra. God bless him. Or her. Or them."

"So yours was the winning bid. We’re supposed to sit here and watch you masturbate?" Allison said.

"No, we’ve got one more bidder. She is a winner.” Trevor extended his hand toward Mindy. “Mindy, stand up and take a bow. Mindy here was loyal to me when my ex-love, the bid mistress, what’s-her-name, was not. That loyalty is what I want. Her loyalty is the ultimate bid.”

Mindy was smiling. She did not stand, but smiled and smiled and smiled.

"The key, please." Trevor held out his hand to Diane.

"This is still July, Slave," said Diane. "Return to your character!"

"No."

"Trevor, I’ll give you one last chance," Diane said.

"I pass. Give it to the next guy."

"Oh, Sweetheart," pleaded Diane, "it’s been three years since you and I started this game. Three good years."

"And it took you only a month to toss it all away."

Diane’s eyes watered up. She threw the key and chain on the floor and ran behind the curtain. Her sobs could be heard throughout the room.

Trevor grabbed the key. "Mindy, help me out with this thing."

"You know," said Mindy, "I have a self-interest here. The girls all say that’s a big, beautiful piece of artillery you’ve got down there, but I am still development director for the shelter." She put her arms around his neck. "Okay, pal, when do I see the twelve grand?"

"As soon as I am a free man." He handed her the key, still on its chain.

Mindy knelt and used the magic key to release his manhood. Allison’s lip signature still appeared on the side of his cock. Mindy took a handkerchief from her pocket. "Sorry, friend," Mindy said to Allison. Mindy rubbed away the lipstick.

Trevor was free!

"Now hold up your phone,” he said. As Mindy did so, the QR code for his Spenmo account at the GoFuckMe website transferred the $12,037 to the shelter’s account. Mindy laughed.

"Now kiss me, my twelve thousand dollar cock," Mindy said.

Trevor, still naked, and Mindy, fully clothed, kissed. The other bidders applauded. Later, Mindy and Trevor filled the bed at the penthouse suite of City Hotel. The bed that was below the stage remained empty, forever.