Sold to the Man in the Second Row (ePub)

Ryan and Chris need money. Badly. And they have been looking to expand their sexual horizons. So this secret kink auction seems almost too good to be true. Ryan is the perfect little subby twink - there must be someone in the audience willing to pony up for him.

Like that guy at the end of the second row - the tall one with the wide-brimmed hat, tight jeans, checkered shirt, and the leather boots, leaning up against the wall. He seems pretty interested. He even seems down with Chris's request that he be allowed to watch the proceedings.

Even if they start to get a bit rough...

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"Fifteen hundred!" All the heads turned to look at who was desperate enough to double the bid so quickly. A man in tight jeans and a flannel shirt leaned against the wall, watching Ryan with an intense expression from beneath the brim of a worn cowboy hat. It was difficult to make out his features, or even his age, from this distance, but from his raised hand it was clear he was the high roller. The stranger seemed to notice his gaze, and inclined his head ever-so-slightly. Ryan swallowed hard.

"Alright, fifteen hundred! Going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman in the second row! Can I get your name, sir?"

The stranger smiled and tilted his hat back. "Name's Brendon." The crowd parted as he strolled over to the stage. The distinct thudding of his boots echoed in the sudden silence. The crowd stared in disbelief as he handed Master Coxx a roll of bills.

"You and Ryan are welcome to a backroom - or whatever else it is you might need. Master Chris, please follow them to the back," instructed Master Coxx after counting the money. Ryan climbed down from the stage and Brendon grasped his arm with a firm grip, leading him in the direction of the backrooms. Ryan was relieved, and a bit pleased, to see that Brendon was young, probably in his early thirties. He was even more pleased to discover that his mysterious buyer was shockingly attractive. Ryan had never been to Texas, but if all the cowboys looked like this, he might need to rethink his travel options in the future! Brendon was a tall man, with broad shoulders and medium-length hair bleached blond at the tips by the sun. His figure was clearly visible through the tight denim pants, and if his muscled thighs were any indication, it was clear the man spent much of his time on horseback. The sleeves of his red flannel shirt were rolled up, revealing a pair of tanned and bulging forearms that Chris had an immediate impulse to reach out and touch.