I was purchased at my first auction, making me an official member of the Collective stable. I can’t really say how it felt to hear, “And the bidding is closed.” You know that feeling of reaching the top of the first hill on a roller coaster when it feels like it stops and you have about three seconds, that feels like three minutes, to regret your life’s choices? At the same time, you just stood in line for twenty minutes to be right there strapped into that chair. And then you are gone! Yeah, kind of like that. When my master fucked me the first time on the auction block, I think it was the most intense sexual experience I ever had. Along with everything else that I was nervous about, there was being fucked on stage. I’ve certainly had enough sex, including with men I just met, and in public at sex clubs. This was different, though. It was like a couple getting married and then going at it on the floor in front of guests. A first fuck instead of a first dance. I was being claimed, being marked out in this community as property. As a fuck toy. Some of the men watching were wishing they had won me. Others were calculating how long they should wait before they asked my master if they could use me. That was the word now. I was property to be owned, borrowed and used. After my master was done with me, I was taken away to shower and wait in the holding room until he finished socializing and watching the remaining auctions, before taking me home. There was a mix of newly purchased boys and some that had come with their masters and then been parked there, like kids left in the playroom at the Ikea store. We were allowed to talk. There were some games and a TV with some sports stuff playing. It wasn’t like we were lined up in dog kennels. That would come later. Some of the boys already knew that I had been bought by Master Aries. Others asked, and I told them.Some of them were impressed. I guess he doesn’t often buy new slaves. He likes them already trained. He’s demanding and gruff. One boy who had belonged to him asked if I was into leather stuff. He said Master Aries has what he calls his playroom in his basement. He started telling me some wild shit. Another boy interrupted and said that only happened because Master Arries knew he was a pig who had already done that.By the time we left to go home, I was a wreck. My master noticed something was off. He asked if I was okay, if I was having second thoughts. I started to say that I was fine, but he looked at me like he had lasers in his eyes and it all just tumbled out. By the time I was done, I was on the edge of crying. Not just from what I had said but also experiencing the effect that he had on me. That look in his eyes that I knew I would never resist or say “no” to. That’s a real dominant. WTF have I gotten myself into??Then he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it hard. He looked into my eyes again, but his gaze was softer. He said that what the boys told me was true. He has high expectations, he can be demanding, he’s “kinky as fuck,” I’m his fucktoy and servant, but I’m also new to all of this and he knew it. All he expected was for me to listen carefully, learn quickly and ask questions when I needed to. His eyes started to get intense again as he stroked his hand down the side of my face and said, “I ask for a lot, but I can be very good to a boy who pleases me.” I lost it. I put my head in his lap and cried. He put his hand on my head, and we rode home.It’s been three weeks. I’ve settled in. I’ve done what he said. I think I've made him happy. He has only had a few reasons to punish me. Life is extremely predictable, but I’ve gotten used to it, and I like it. When different things happen, they mean much more than they would in the past. Even when he loaned me to one of his friends, I got excited like a dog being offered a walk in the park. Today he locked me in my kennel cage. He does that to put me in a “proper headspace.”Sometimes he’s horny, and he wants my ass now. Mostly, he locks me away for a while. I don’t know if it will be for minutes or hours. Often when he unlocks my cage, I can't say for sure how long I’ve been there. It is a relief to be able to stretch, but he’s right. I’ve been curled up there in his cage, and the only thing I could think about was when he would come back, and when he lets me out, all I can think about is making him happy so he won't lock me up again. Until next time.He came down to the playroom and took the key from his pocket and showed it to me before he unlocked the door. I never know what will happen next. He might put me on his cross and spend the next hour beating me. A friend may step out of the shadows and he may say "Please him!" and walk away. This time he told me to get on the padded cube in the center of the room, much like the block on the auction stage. Since there were no other men present, that usually means he just wants to fuck me. Every thrust from his dick is indescribable. The look in his eyes sends my mind reeling. He hasn’t bred me yet. He says I haven’t earned his load. I don’t know what I have to do for that, and I never thought I would say it, but the day he fucks his cum into my hole will be the happiest day of my life.