? They laughed, patting my hot punished ass.?If we wanted you noisy, you?ll be noisy.? There was a hard spank then, makingme flinch. ?Go on, then, go ...ack out there.? I went back out to the ring. And the rest I can?t remember very clearly.Bidding began, loud and fast and I remember just listening out for theauctioneer?s instructions when my turn came. It is all blurry and hazy in myhead, and then there was a bright golden rope being tied around my neck and Iwas led out of the auction. I knew. He put some on my hole and some on his cock. He inserted a finger into me—I moaned, and that made me lose my position."Don't you move!" Sorry, Tom."He pushed his finger deep inside like a punishment, then added a second, and finger-fucked me for a few minutes. Oh, my God, I was tight, but my hole was opening little by little under his movement. I wanted to be completely open for him. He then removed his fingers, added some more lube, and put himself in a squatting position above my ass. I felt. ‘Hey! Hey! What the heck?! Let me go, Eric!’ said Robert loudly realizing who it was. Eric had never come by the studio after the attack. This was his first time in four years but he still remembered the place so well. The clean smell and quietness of the studio still overwhelmed him. He felt a familiar sense of belonging stirring within him. He blocked out the painful memories and pulled Robert into his office before slamming the door shut. The office door quickly slammed opened again as two. Jack laughed at that. “That doesn’t do anything for me. Matter of fact, it sort of gets in the way of the scenery.” I giggled and punched him lightly for that. “Actually, it’s different. Someday in the future, you don’t want the piercings, you can just take the rings or barbells or whatever out, you know? But tattoos, they stay forever. Wait until you’re fifty years old and your grandchildren want to know why you have a dragon tattooed up your ass!”I laughed. “And what would my grandchildren be.