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Day 27 - Sex toys

"The auction"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

CRASH!

The sound echoed through the entire store. Everyone looked at where it had come from and found a desperate red dragon trying to gather the pieces of the ancient vase that, just seconds ago, was displayed on top of the black pedestal. Jake felt all the eyes he had on him, and the embarrassment of knowing he was the center of attention. But what really crushed his spirit--and his wallet--was the price tag on the pedestal, with an amount of zeros big enough to let him know he was in big troubles.

"My, oh my, what do we have here?"

The voice who spoke behind him was all he needed to hear to know he was in big troubles. A timid look from above his shoulder revealed the arrival of a arctic fox dressed with a well-fitted tweed brown jacket on top of a blue navy vest, and black trousers. He held both hands against his mount in sign of surprise, but the look from his blue eyes remained calm.

"It was an accident! I swear!" Jake rushed to said, still on his knees and facing the fox.

The sharp eyes twitched a bit at the desperate sound of his voice.

"I believe it was. It's such a shame it happened." The fox got closer to inspect the damage. His hands moved down, revealing a bit of sadness as he watched the pieces of one of his most valued pieces. "No way to recover it. The damage is just too much. And, unlike other pieces from my collection, my insurance doesn't cover this one."

Jake was already fearing the consequences. Both ears down, his eyes followed the slow steps taken by the fox. He could've just ran away and escape. The same wings that got him in that trouble were strong enough to get him out of it--and condemn him to never set a paw on the city ever again. But his values told him to stay and face what was coming.

"I'm afraid we'll have to come up with an agreement, don't you think, mister...?"

"... Long. Jake Long."

"Mr. Long."

A deep and heavy sigh that felt like a boot stepping over his head. Jake clenched both fists as he slowly got up, trying to ignore everyone's looks, a task that proved itself almost impossible.

"I'll get someone to clean up this mess. Would you like to come to my office? Or is someone you prefer to call first?"

The courtesy and good manners took him by surprise. He expected the initial response to be a facade, and for the fox to start ranting as soon as he got off the floor, hoping to make a scene that would crush his spirit even more. Most rich guys he had met before were that kind of assholes.

The fox, however, remained calmed as he stood next to what once was a vase worth thousands of dollars. It's not how he expected things to go. Jake answered his question with a head shake.

"Very well. Over here, please."

Jake followed him to an office upstairs. The place was small and cozy, with a fireplace tempting Jake to kneel and warm his trembling hands. Decorating the walls were portraits of several people, each one of them with a serene expression and their torsos naked. Bookcases stacked with tomes of all sizes and whose titles would've been taken by his grandfather as an invitation to take one--or several--and sit on the red couch next to the fireplace.

"Feel free to sit wherever you prefer," the arctic fox said, who had sit down in front of his desk.

Jake occupied the chair on the opposite side. The desk was tidy organized, with every object aligned perfectly, as if the fox had used a grid. At the center was a small nameplate that said: Sanmer A. Lemarre.

Sanmer didn't say anything immediately. He was checking on some stuff on his laptop. Jake didn't dare to interrupt, so instead he waited silently, listening to the soft sound of the keyboard and the wood crackled as the flames consumed it. He felt the temptation to send desperate messages to all his contacts, hoping to get someone to pay off the debt his stupid wings had got them. But the dragon stopped the urge, clenching his fists against his legs until the claws pierced through the thick blue denim of his jeans.

Then, after what left like an eternity, Sanmer closed his laptop. The fox pushed back his shoulder his two large braids of blond hair and leaned his head sideways.

"I hope you don't take this comment the wrong way, but you don't like someone who would come into an antique shop like mine. A different one, the kind that sells trinkets, maybe, but not this one."

His eyes studied his aspect a second time. The red dragon was still wearing his university jacket under the green flannel shirt he put on to endure the harsh weather, and a brown scarf around his neck. He had the aspect of a generic jock, with muscles that could tear apart his clothes and the lack of intellect needed to avoid getting into troubles. The dark green hair had grew a lot since summer, resulting in a mane no brush could put down.

"Were you looking for anything in particular?"

"Just a gift for my grandfather."

"He's a male of excellent taste, I can tell that. I'd like to assume he's also a male with money."

No answer, except from a nervous smile. Sanmer sighed heavily once again.

"We'll have to reach a different agreement if that's the case."

Sanmer approached one of the bookcases. With a gentle push he moved it aside, revealing a secret wardrobe behind it. From the shadows, the fox pulled a full-body leather harness, with buckles on the back and rings in the front. The sight of it put some blush on Jake's cheeks, who immediately shrunk on the chair, the harness clearly too imposing to him.

Sanmer left it over the desk with care, along with an elegant mask to cover up his eyes. The fox admired the attire with a wide smile on his long snout, clearly touched by the memories it had brought back.

"Destiny might be in your favor. I have a party tonight to sell some pieces of my collection, and I need someone to attend the guests."

"And you're expecting me to use that?!" The dragon exclaimed after he had gathered the strength to step away from the desk.

"My guests have some very unique tastes, and your presence might be encouraging to them. Do this, and I might consider your debt paid this same night--with even a tip if you put on a good show."

While Jake was still in shock at his proposal, Sanmer walked to the exit. He just put a hand over the dragon's shoulder to let him know none of that was a nightmare.

"You can stay here until you decide. The party is in 4 hours. There's a minibar under my desk if you're hungry. And the rest of your outfit can be found in the wardrobe, if you think that might be a bit too revealing for you. Knock at the door if you prefer to pay your debt with money. The vase was worth $8,000, by the way."

Then he left, locking the door behind him.

Jake didn't dare to say a word for several minutes, even when he knew he was alone. He stood behind the chair, looking at the harness as someone looks a feral animal. He was afraid it could really jump at him if he dared to look away. And while he had seen leather harness before, something about that one made him feel strangely uneasy, as if there was something else he couldn't see.

And what kind of proposal was that? As Jake started to lose his fear and dragged his paws closer to the harness, he thought on what Sanmer said. Entertain his guests during the night? With that outfit there was only one kind of entertainment he had in mind, and the sole idea of it made him feel sick to the stomach. It was too much already to see his teammates' cocks at the showers. Did Sanmer really expected him to please a bunch of strangers?!

However...

"$8,000..."

He didn't have that money. No one he knew deserved to get involved in his miss. And no one he knew had that amount of money either. Jake stood before the outfit, speechless. He didn't drink or eat anything from the minibar. All he did for the following four hours was stare at the straps of leathers connected to each other through metal rings. The kind of outfit that leaves absolutely nothing to imagination. That was his only way out of that.

Sanmer seemed pleased when he opened the door and discovered the dragon not only was still there but had already put on his uniform for the night. His fit body came to shine thanks to the tight straps that had glued to his body, squeezing his muscles firmly to make them look even bigger of what they were. The straps ran across his body, drawing two X on both the front and back, and connected to a leather belt around his waist; the harness drew the same X pattern on each thigh. Fingerless leather boots to cover up his paws, and a nice rubber jockstrap to gave his bulge some extra spiciness to it.

"My, oh my. You look wonderful, my boy," Sanmer complimented on his look, clapping softly. He inspected the dragon thoroughly, yet there was no lewdness in his eyes but sheer and honest admiration.

Jake, however, would have preferred to do the job naked, for the clothes were more humiliating. He already had a hard time figuring out the correct way to put on a harness that kept his cock hanging freely between his legs. The rest of the outfit Sanmer mentioned wasn't any better, and just reinforced what he labeled a "slutty" outfit.

"This is the kind of sight my guests would love to see."

Jake still had both hands to cover up his crotch. The rubber jockstrap was comfortable, yes, but it made his balls sweat a lot, even during winter.

"... is this really necessary?"

Jake knew the answer, but it was worth trying. Maybe the appropriate voice tone would reach Sanmer's humanity, who would then free him from the consequences of his own actions--or that's what Jake thought.

But the look on the fox's eyes remained the same, and Jake found incredibly hard to keep his privates hidden from the antiquarian.

"This will cover your debt, yes. As soon as the auction ends, you'll be free from your debt. Now, the guests have arrived. Please, follow me."

Jake also believed it was nothing but a cruel joke from the arctic fox. Rich people were bastards, and Sanmer looked like someone who didn't need the money. $8,000? That was probably what he spent during a weekend. All Sanmer wanted was to teach Jake a lesson, that was it.

But as they made the way back, Sanmer never stopped to say he was joking. The fox moved forward, his elegant tail wagging at the pace set by his paws. Left and right, an almost hypnotic dance that caught the dragon for a moment. He never told him to go home and think on what he did. And before he realized, Jake was back into the store, where a bunch of eyes met him with devious looks.

"Go on. You don't have to worry about doing anything. Just walk around the place. Let them see you. That's all you gotta do."

Sanmer made his instruction sound so simple yet it became the hardest task Jake had ever done. The dragon tried to keep what was left of his dignity, but his hands refused to move away from his bulge. Hunched, he dragged his paws across the store like a nerd entering the shower room for the first time ever. Black curtains on the windows for privacy, so no one could see what was going on inside the antique store. No one saw the red dragon for whom they had all gathered that night.

Bears, lions, wolves, reptiles, those and more species were around him. They were all attired in fancy and expensive black suits, each one made to size. Some were drinking. Other were smoking. And the heating had made them all sweat a bit. All those smells had flooded the store, turning into an intoxicating fragrance that was already making Jake feel a little dizzy.

Smiles, giggles, winks, and muttered words his ears couldn't catch--these, and more, were what he experienced. Embarrassment crushed his hopes, and his eyes darted left and right, seeking the first hand he knew would try to grab him.

But as he moved forward with his walk of shame, his body relaxed a bit more with each step. It stopped feeling uncomfortable, and the views he received boosted his ego. None of them laughed at him; all the contrary, they nodded in approval of what Jake considered a good outfit.

He... considered...

The dragon shook his head. The thought was still there. He was sure he believed the harness and jockstraps to be embarrassing, and now he found it good. He even liked it. He liked it so much he walked straight and moved his hands away from the throbbing bulge that was slowly getting bigger, happy to let those males delight on his appearance.

The straps squeezed a bit harder. Jake also felt that grip on his head; it was as if someone had put a belt around it and was starting to close it. It didn't hurt. He liked it. His body shivered as the pressure continued, and Jake found himself breathing louder.

It was when the first hand reached him. A spank, a loud and strong one that made the dragon jump on his spot. Another one came right after, and the dragon bit his lower lip to resist the urge to moan. One hand land on his chest and gave his pec a good squeeze. Another scratched under his chin. And one of them licked his cheek.

That was all wrong. Jake knew it was all wrong, yet he couldn't find the strength to tell them to stop. And that was because he liked what they were doing to him. The licks and caresses and kisses, it was all a treatment he enjoyed. But he knew he didn't want any of that. He knew he was against it. He knew he was being used.

So why he couldn't stop them? The idea never crossed his mind. The harness squeezed more and more, and the red dragon lost the strength to defend himself. He felt it abandon his body through the droplets of sweat coming off his body through the thick and rough scales, and through the loud breathes he took as he moved forward. And while he was drained of his courage, the grabby hands around him lost their fear and pushed a bit further; rubbing and squeezing and fondling with the dragon's body, the main and most valuable piece of the auction.

"What's going on?" A dizzy Jake asked, but the answers he got in response were nothing but giggles and huffs from the nasty males surrounding him.

Hands grabbed his ass. Fangs closed on his shoulders. The strong taste of cigar and alcohol he tasted on the lips of the males who stole a kiss from him were both disgusting and alluring. The poor dragon descended quickly into a spiral of lust. It was overwhelming, and he had no idea of why. The last thing he wanted was to let another male touch his private ares, yet there he was, with a kinky boar whose nose couldn't stop sniffing his bulge through the rubber jockstrap. And despite knowing it was wrong, he didn't try to stop him.

Because he liked it.

He loved it.

He wanted more.

"Ok. I believe it's time to start the auction of the main piece. A young and kinky dragon eager to serve, as some of you have already discovered. Our first living sex toy. First taste's free. Win the auction and it will be yours for a weekend. We'll start at $1,000."

"$1,000!"

"Wait, an auction? But why Sanmer would... would... would...?"

He couldn't think straight. Jake couldn't keep his head focused in one simple question. The intense pleasure coming from all directions was crushing the little will he had left. And were his muscles growing or the harness had got smaller? The grip the leather straps had on his body was even stronger now, and it had got so intense he couldn't contain his moans any longer.

"$1,500!"

"$1,500! We have $1,500 over here! Someone said $2,000?"

They didn't stop. As soon as someone's hands moved aside, another set replaced them. And they were no longer hiding their intentions. They might be dressed elegant, but they all reeked lust like feral beasts desperate to mate. And that's what they did, pushing the dragon down his fours and smearing lubricant all over his hole.

"$2,500!"

"We have $2,500! Who gives more?"

They wasted no time. Despite having a virginal hole, it was already loose enough to receive the first cock balls deep, just like a cheap slut would do. The dragon roared, the pleasure so intense he almost came from that! And another stranger took the opportunity to shove his cock inside his maw, forcing Jake to drown on the strong musk of sweaty balls and cock.

"$3,000!"

They knew what they were doing. They have done it many times before. The firm grip to keep him still, and the perfect speed to finish quickly and still have a good time. They didn't bother to take off their clothes. It was just a taste of what Sanmer was auctioning. A living sex toy. A piece of meat with holes made to please its owner. Such a degrading way to think of himself, yet Jake found it exciting.

The fat cock throbbed inside him. His jaw got sore after a minute of facefucking. And the more those two lasted, the deeper Jake went down into the swirl, leaving all his inhibitions and fears behind. He never thought a pleasure so intense could be possible. It defied logic. He messed with his already scrambled head and forced devious and dirty thoughts into the dragon's mind.

"Who gives $3,500? You won't find a better ass and mouth that this."

"$5,000!"

The harness vibrated--or at least that's how Jake described it. He felt dumb it took him so long to recognize a magical artifact; well, his shame didn't let him focus on it at first, and now that he was free from it, it was too late to do something. The harness was enchanted. He was wearing a bunch of magical leather straps that had turned him into an obedient whore. And while he was still aware of how wrong that was, the dragon refused to stop.

The first load was a reward to his obedience. The delicious and hot seed of wealthy males invaded his entrains from both sides, feeding and marking the dragon for the first time. Instead of disgust, he tasted and swallowed the cum like a thirsty drinking water for the first time in days. Instead of shame for the cock throbbing inside his ass, he felt obliged to thank him for the load that was already leaking out of his hungry hole.

"$5,500!"

As soon as they left him, two more replaced him. Jake heard the sound of zippers coming down, and the mixed musk of the males who were around him. With cum still oozing out of his maw, the dragon took the next cock into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it. And with his hole already lubed up, the next male to use his ass showed no mercy, shoving it balls deep and putting on his weight into each thrust.

"$7,000!"

"We have $7,000! C'mon, people. Look at him go! You can fuck this toy for hours!"

"More... I need more!" Jake thought.

How quick his mind succumbed to the magic. How easy the lust crushed his spirit. The fear and shame from before had lost all meaning while he embraced the pleasure. Jake gave away memories he no longer needed, thoughts and ideas that were no longer proper of a sex toy as he was.

Another load to feed and breed him, and someone else followed the male that just fucked him.

"$8,000!"

A bull lifted him from the ground, and with the help of a crocodile, held him firmly to fuck his hole together. Both cocks rubbed quickly inside the lubed ass, making a mess of their fancy suits but pleased from cumming together inside the dragon.

"$9,000!"

A trio made of a rat, a lion, and a shark, jerked off together until they came all over Jake's face.

"$10,000!"

A rabbit gave him a brutal pounding thanks to the strength of his legs, one that got the dragon to cum inside his jockstrap, in what Jake described as "the best fucking orgasm of his life".

"$15,000!"

Why was he there? Jake couldn't remember. The spell had sealed all his memories away, leaving only a simple thought in mind: to please and serve.

Another dragon held him gently by the chin and brought him up. His zonked expression said it all, with cum dripping from the open maw and swirls spinning on his eyes, that the dragon's mind was long gone. Jake was only a sex toy for the black dragon who was willing to pay that amount for a single weekend with him.

"Good boy," the dragon said, his deep voice froze his blood and sent shivers down his spine. And, showing no disgust for his messy face, kissed Jake profoundly, tasting the cum left by others.

"Sold!"