Page 4 of His Prize
There was no rhyme or reason to how we were taken out for auction. They weren’t taking us by number or going down the row. I didn’t know what to expect until a clack and metallic swing as the door to my cage was opened and a large hand reached in to grab me and drag me out.
“Stand up,” Hamish ordered. “Walk.”
I made it to my feet, and Hamish pushed me forward. The door opened, and the noise from the alphas was suddenly loud in my ears.
“Next up is this piece of trash we picked up off the streets,” Caden’s voice rang all around me. “He’s no spring chicken, but he’s still a luscious bird.”
The alphas laughed.
I was pushed forward even more, and suddenly the hood was yanked off my head.
I caught my breath, my heart beating madly with real fear, as I glanced around quickly. I was on a small stage in a dark room with reddish lighting. There were at least fifty alphas, most of them in suits, looking vicious and lust-filled as I was pushed the rest of the way across the stage. The smell of alpha was so thick in the air that it nearly made me choke.
It also had my cock filling and my hole loosening with need.
“This one is ideally suited for rough play,” Caden went on as Hamish manhandled me to the center of the stage, facing the sea of hungry alphas. “Lean, strong, and feisty, he’ll be fun to break.”
Hamish swung around and stuck two fingers in my mouth, forcing my jaw down.
“Very little gag reflex, even outside of heat,” Caden said. “Some lucky bidder will get a lot of use out of that mouth.”
Hamish pulled me around and shoved me over a black velvet-covered table so that my ass was on display for the muttering, grunting alphas.
“He might be past his prime, but he’s got a juicy ass,” Caden went on. “That hole is just begging for a fist.”
I heard the stretchy snap of Hamish putting on a latex glove before his fingers were at my hole. He shoved one, then two, then three in, prompting my body to naturally make slick to accommodate him.
“Did I mention how juicy he is?” Caden asked.
A lot of the alphas laughed.
“And he’s already hard as iron,” Caden went on.
I was, too. I was naked and bent over on a stage in front of several dozen alphas, having my hole primed so they all could see, and then my cock stroked a few times to extra hardness. I’d never been displayed and used that way before. Not in front of so many alphas.
It was thrilling and humiliating. I hated it and loved it at the same time. They had taken my hood off so I could see just how many alphas were leering at me, too. Especially when Hamish pulled me straight again and made me face the crowded room. He gave my cock a few more strokes, bringing me dangerously close to coming, then slapped my ass hard.
“Let’s start the bidding at a hundred thousand,” Caden called out.
The auction was as fast as lightning. A hundred thousand, two hundred, three. Several alphas started the bidding, but within a few bids, it had narrowed down to four, then three, then just two. One was a terrifying, grizzled alpha who looked to be about fifty, and who had a scar on one cheek. The other looked like a baby, really. He was dressed in a designer suit, though, and looked like some sort of nasty prince who bought and sold omegas like he was doing some candy sale for his high school class.
I focused on the grizzled, older alpha, but to my surprise, the spoiled young prince called out, “One million!” and the rest of the room went quiet.
“One million for this juicy omega?” Caden asked. “That’s all? Any other bidders? You can use this one hard, use him up entirely.”
The rest of the room was silent.
“One million going once, going twice…sold!”
Caden banged his gavel on the podium where he stood. I gaped across the room crowded with alphas at the spoiled prince. Some of the others were thumping him on the back and congratulating him. He grinned cockily.
I’d just been bought by an alpha who looked like he was half my age. What were the organizers thinking?
CHAPTER TWO
Keiran
Iwas on top of the world, and everything was coming up roses. At least, that’s how the last few months had felt.
