I knew that I didn’t really know the full scale of what I was signing myself up for, but anything was better than being stuck at home with my parents. I’m tired of living somewhere where who I am seems to give them the right to treat me like garbage. I can’t help being attracted to men, but try telling them that. If everything is a choice, then I choose not to remain living there any longer. I packed up a few essentials into a backpack and headed out towards a future filled with less judgement. I had heard rumors about younger gay guys getting picked up by older guys in this particular part of town. If I wanted to get away, this was a surefire way to do just that, but I had to be sure. I slipped on the shortest pair of shorts I had. The way they showed off my ass made it fairly obvious to even the casual spectator that I might be looking for some action. You gotta look the part, right? When one of the cars finally stopped, with my face still illuminated by the red glow of his brake lights, I could just barely spy a man behind the wheel who was apparently curious enough to make me an offer. I got in the passenger side not sure what to expect, but assuming we would be going somewhere to have sex. I did my best not to keep staring at him, but I think he could tell I was nervous. He was not a bad-looking guy, and I was wondering if I should lower my rates, but I needed the money. Instead, we drove for hours and talked. He wanted to know everything about me. My past, why I was on the street, and my hopes for the future. He was very interested in my sexual experience and what my interests and limits were. I had never thought about having limits until he started suggesting things, some I had never even considered. I told him everything. Then he said that he wanted to make me an offer, one that would be much better than standing on a street corner, but that would require absolute commitment.Once we got to wherever it was that he took me, we walked in a cold, dark room that was unusually quiet, almost like a basement or a garage. The man, who I now know as Master Aries, spoke to me calmly and slowly enough so that I could follow along without the need for him to repeat himself. He made sure that I understood that the decision I was about to make would be final, and although I told him I understood, how could I possibly know what was in store for me? At this point, though, he was right that being kept by a wealthy master was better than being on the street. As much as I hated to admit it, I craved the sexual attention of an older man. I wanted to be the apple of their eyes, be the one to make them bulge in their pants just from exchanging one look. I felt it pulsing in my veins. Even more so, the moment I stepped into this stranger's car.I discovered that the man who was preparing me for auction wouldn’t be my true master. Instead, he was just one of the many other potential men who belonged to the Collective that could gain ownership over my body if they were willing to pay the right price. Nothing was really explained to me in detail, except, however, for the fact that now that I pledged my allegiance to the Collective. I was now expected to only speak when spoken to. Guess some things are still just like home.The tall older man before me wasn’t intimidating, but not knowing what he planned to do to me was. He stepped closer to me, into my personal space, as he began to remove my sweatshirt. My thoughts spun like a whirlwind, causing me to become almost dizzy. I tried to steady myself, but my mind turned off almost entirely, once I felt the touch of Master Aries’ hands as he fiddled with the waistband of my briefs, not realizing that my denim shorts had already hit the floor. My panting could be heard cutting into the musky air as Master Aries proceeded to do whatever he wanted to my body. My heart was racing. If this is what I wanted, then why was I still sort of scared?Master Aries kept all of his clothes on, while I, completely naked, got up on the small round black podium that was there. He continued to ogle my body. I could feel his fingers wriggling my crack as he copped a feel of my butt cheeks. The cold oil he had rubbed on my hot skin made me shiver, but I didn’t say anything. Master Aries unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.I felt like I had a fever. The heat rushing to my head made it so that I couldn’t think at all, but instead I was forced into submission, forced to follow the lead that this master was providing me. I opened my mouth and took as much of his big cock into my mouth as I could, feeling it pulsate between my lips, letting me know he was excited. I was casually bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, but once I heard that I was making him groan, I actually started focusing on being his cocksucker, trying to make him moan louder.But of course, that’s not all that the masters want from a young gay slave like myself. They want to go all the way. With my legs up in the air, lying on my back, I felt the cool spill of the oil trickle down my ass crack just before I felt the tip of Master Aries's erect penis probe against my pucker. Before I knew it, he had me gasping for more, my feet hanging in the air, soon having their toes curled inward in pleasure as I got my bare hole pounded. It was something I had always wanted to experience, feeling his hot sticky seed spill over and deep into my rear end as I received my first-ever gay breeding.I was still seeing stars before Master Aries quickly reminded me that this was just the preliminary round. That it was his task to prepare me for the auction, and in doing so, he had me put on the traditional black bowtie and jockstrap before he turned me into a gay boy caged as I sat in the dark, awaiting the next task I would be assigned to follow through with, and this time it might even be from my real master.