Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 07:59:45 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Up for Sale. Part one.

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    Part one.

  My world collapsed when on that fateful Friday afternoon where all twenty
of my fellow colleagues and myself were assembled in the showroom to be
told that we were all being made redundant.

  The cheque for two week's severance pay wouldn't last me long for I'd
only not long ago signed a rental lease on the flat where I was at present
now residing. I saw the stricken looks on the others faces and knew that I
had the same expression. I only caught a few words of our manager as he
told us that our parent company, Centrol was closing down our branch.

  He shook us each by the hand, apologising as he did so while giving us
our last pay cheque, and we all seemed to stumble out in a very bewildered
state.

  `What am I going to do?' wailed one of the woman as we collected
outside. `My kids will starve!'

  `So will we all,' one of the men said. `Well I'm off for the last beer
I'm going to taste for some time. Anyone else coming?'

  As he turned away to start off to the nearest bar, four of us followed
him and we all had a beer as they all told of the problems that they were
now facing by being out of work. I even put in my cents worth for I had
little chance of getting another job with my lack of any experience out in
this cruel world of recession. I was now twenty three, no diplomas or
college experience, failing nearly everything I turned my hand to. I
listened to what they thought and planned to do for their future as I kept
quiet and gave thought to what would I now do? Thinking of what little
money I did have, I didn't stay for any more beer and left them to their
discussions and made my way to my flat that wouldn't be mine for much
longer.

  The period we were in then was the mid seventies and all the decent jobs
had been taken and those that were open, the pay offered wouldn't cover the
rent I paid, so they were out of the question.

  I had a few beers in the fridge but opted for coffee as I needed to think
as to what I should do. I took my coffee to my small desk that I had in the
lounge and sat down in front of my computer and idly scanned for any
e-mails, coming up with nothing and then just cruised other sites. I came
across Ebay and suddenly got an idea. It was original and might, just
might, get me out of the fix that I was now in.

  I got quite excited at this thought and went to bed early to mull it over
and by the morning, had made up my mind to at least give it a try. After a
meagre breakfast, got my camera out and set it up facing a blank wall
before getting dressed in my smartest clothes, set the timer on the camera
and posed before the camera as I stood up against the wall for the timer to
click and have the flash of my picture being taken. I then quickly got
these outer clothes off and put on a swim suit. Before pulling it up to my
waist properly, I played with my cock to raise it up to a full erection
before folding it away and then taking another picture of me in this state.

  Both pictures came out quite good as I downloaded them onto my computer
and then got back onto Ebay. Here I filled in the necessary questions asked
and then copied my two pictures and put them into the advert that I had
requested and then added the reason they were there. It ran as follows.

  "Young male, twenty three and of good health and fit is being put up for
auction for a period of six months to do exactly all what you order. This
auction begins as of now for five days and he will go to the highest bidder
that goes above the starting price of two thousand dollars"

  I was sweating when I pressed the send key and hoped that I would somehow
get somebody to pay me a good sum to be what really boils down to being
their slave for six months. I think I lost at least six pounds of weight
with my sweating out those five days until the time came round to find out
if anyone at least made a decent offer. I contacted PayPal to get the
answer and was told that the bidding went through over twenty people and
the final offer was eight thousand, five hundred dollars. Was that
acceptable?

  Christ! Did that give me a hard on or not? I couldn't help but jerk
myself off right there and then as I looked at the figure again, and it
wasn't long after shooting my load that I replied that I accepted this
offer and by return, was given the name and address of the person that had
made this enormous offer.

  I was somewhat dismayed that it wasn't some wealthy woman on finding out
that it was a man that made this offer, guessing that I was about to enter
the world of homosexuality. But beggars cannot be choosers, though on
reflection, it was a form of prostitution that I was offering and I was now
committed. Though even if the money had been transferred to my account, I
could still pay it back if I didn't like the man who paid that amount. But
on reflection realised that I would still have to pay PayPal their fee and
probably more to the person who had made the offer, which in my present
financial state, couldn't.

  After an almost sleepless night, weighing up the pros and cons of what I
was doing, selling myself and my soul, decided to burn my boats. I got up
and packed what little I had into one suitcase and took it to the station
and put it into storage there. I also wrote a short note to my landlord
saying that I was leaving the flat and put the keys with the note into an
envelope and sealed it for posting. Having made my decision and on
returning to the flat, finally got off to sleep, not having to worry about
what else was in the flat because I had rented it furnished.

  So the next morning, after making sure I really cleaned myself in the
shower and getting properly dressed, went off to the address I had been
given, posting the letter on the way. I had to travel on a bus for this was
on the other side of the town in what I called the posh part, for the
houses there were rather expensive and only really for the elite.

  On leaving the bus, I had to ask two different people for directions to
the boulevard that I wanted. This part of town didn't have street names as
they were either boulevards or avenues, they were that posh. I found the
one I wanted and soon stood outside the address I had been given to see a
veritable mansion. Now this was way out of my sphere and it was with some
trepidation that I walked up the gravelled drive that curved round an
elaborate fountain and up the few steps to the entrance that stood between
two massive pillars. My finger wavered as I pressed the bell button by the
side and waited.

  A pert young woman dressed as a maid answered the door and looked at
me. `Yes?' she enquired of me.

  `Er, my name is Mark Trent and I have an appointment with Mr. Branson,' I
said.

  No, it wasn't the Branson of Virgin fame, or related, but another whose
Christian name was Dennis. I was the virgin, without fame.

  `Oh yes. You were expected,' she said with a shy smile. `Please enter and
I will inform the master that you have arrived.' She stood aside for me to
enter a very large entrance hall that had a huge circular dome that was
made of glass to give ample light to the area. A huge staircase on my left
wound round and up to the next floor where there were two doors either side
of what looked like a corridor or hallway going back into the
building. Facing me were three doors on this ground floor and I heard the
door close behind me and she came past me, saying that I was to follow her.

  We went through the door on the right into a short corridor with a door
at the far end and one to the left, which she stopped at and knocked. A
voiced was heard with the word enter and she opened the door to announce
me.

  `Mr. Trent sir,' she said, and beckoned me to step forward, which I did
to enter what looked like it was his study and saw the man himself just
putting a book back on a much crowded shelf of books. In fact there were
many shelves packed with them. He looked to be about forty years of age,
about the same height as me, that being nearly six foot and looked quite
fit without any sign of a paunch. His hair was black with a slight tinge of
grey at the sides, blue eyes and had a lovely smile as he looked at me.

  `Sarah. Mr. Trent, his first name being Mark, is now a member of the
household for the next six months. Though I expect you to see that he
learns the house rules and is, when I am not at home, expected to follow
whatever things you need to be done in keeping this house in good
order. Though when I am at home, he is to be treated as a guest to follow
my orders, which as you will find out, will be variable. Any questions?'

  `Well only one sir. What room will he be sleeping in?' she said.

  `Mine.'

  `Oh,' was all she could say to that and gave me a strange look.

  I think that my face had gone quite red at the blatant way he had
answered her question, and was somewhat relieved when he asked me to follow
him.

  We followed Sarah out of the room through another door and as she turned
to the right, we turned to the left and went up a short staircase onto the
next landing and went along to the end to go into the last room. This
turned out to be his bedroom, well with seeing a large bed on one side of
the pair of windows, it was the only thing that came to mind.

  He had ushered me inside and closed the door behind him and walked over
to a cabinet that I could see held quite a variety of bottles and glasses.

  `I'm only doing this once Mark, ` he said as he opened the cabinet and
took out two glasses and poured out some drink into them and then passed a
glass over to me. `From now on, when we enter this room, you will pour out
our drinks and see to the cleaning of them later to be returned into the
cabinet.'

  `Yes sir,' I replied, taking the proffered glass and had him clink the
pair together.

  `Cheers,' he said before taking a big gulp of his drink. `Now you are
here to see to my every need and some others that might crop up,' this last
having something of a snigger with his smile. `Have you ever had male sex
before?' he asked, taking a smaller sip of his glass this time.

  I nearly choked on my drink at the question.

  `N..no sir,' I replied, realising what I had let myself in for.

  `A tyro? Well it might work,' he replied, finishing off his drink and
offering the empty glass to me. Knowing my place, I took it from him and
placed it on the open cabinet and quickly finished mine to put there also
before turning round.

  `Well let's start you on your education of this, for that is why I made
that offer for you. To be my bed mate and all that goes along with it. The
first being that I want you to suck on my cock.' I had now already guessed
that this what would happen and now wished that I had never offered myself
through the internet.

  He moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge and pointed to the
floor between his open legs. What the fuck have you done, a voice in my
mind cried out? I closed my mind to this question and moved over to where
he was sitting and, trembling, went down onto my knees and on placing my
hands on his knees, looked up at him.

  `Well? Get my prick out of my trousers and suck me off,' he said.

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