Xenodochium 3 ~ a story by Outlaw
**XENODOCHIUM
**From the Greek xenodocheion: 'a place for strangers' - temporary accommodation for pilgrims, foreigners, or guests in a monastery, inn, guesthouse, or hostel.
[Also, a shelter for the poor, or the sick.]
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⚒ "Thank you gentlemen, that's the spirit!" the master of ceremony chuckled, "Remember, it's all for charity, so don't hesitate, participate. Now, do I have 1500?" -- a steep $500 increase instead of the usual $50 for the earlier boys!
But no one seemed to mind, the crowd once more roaring ecstatically, everyone suddenly seeming to want Timmy... keen to own him, possess him, even if just for a night. Each man wanting to be the one to pop his vestal boi-cherry!
"Well, one of you will be a very lucky man tonight!" he laughed before asking, "Do I have a 2000?"
"2000!" rang out a voice.
"Twenty-five hundred?" he queried, commencing his jocular, non-stop badinage -- urging and encouraging, egging and challenging -- the breathless cadence seeming to infuse a sense of urgency as he masterfully goaded the men, raising the bid ever higher, his rhythmic chant seeming to lull the crowd into a mesmeric stupor...
The men happily participating... joyously squabbling over the boy as they literally tripped over one another excitedly outbidding each other with reckless abandon. Everyone eager to have Timmy, the bid rapidly progressing, soon touching $6000 -- the third highest bid in Xenodochium's history!
Heart racing, and his slender form wracked by sudden, uncontrolled jitters, Timmy stood on the display block under the brilliant lights, wondering...
Blind to the scene unfolding around him, little Timmy, nervous and a wee bit scared, could still sense the surge of excitement circulating all around him... feel the exhilaration, the brewing storm of aroused passions. The untamed sexual tension clearly palpable, the super charged air of the room literally crackling with unbridled lust of the drooling men!
"The money will do you no good in that bank of yours!" he heard the auctioneer exhort the assembled crowd, "It's better you spend it here, tonight. So, do I get a 9000?"
"Nine thousand!" someone in the crowd yelled.
But was almost immediately cut short by another holler, "Ten thousand!" -- the bid suddenly raised by a thousand dollars!
"OH MY GOD!" the man exclaimed, repeating himself several times before thanking both men, adding, "Gentlemen, records have just been shattered, and a new record set, THANK YOU!"
The bid, in one split second, had not only touched the nine thousand mark, equaling the previous highest bid in Xenodochium's history, but was instantly broken, and a new record already set!
It was that moment, that mindless moment... that moment of competition, of surging adrenaline... that maddening rush when senses take leave and money means nothing, the men blinded as they fought for the boy.
And as the room hummed with the excited murmurs... the air surging with excitement, eager enthusiasm and the awful urgency...
That whole emulous atmosphere, the thrill of the moment, it was infectious... and without even realizing it little Timmy was soon sporting a massive hardon!
His engorged teen cock pulsing and throbbing as it stood tall from its bed of glossy, adolescent pubes... flexing with hurtful urgency as it gazed up towards the high domed ceiling. His precum now oozing out with a regular flow.... the slimy thread of his arousal dangling in the still air before breaking off and dropping down!
Unaware of the raging boner... oblivious of his own body's reaction to the heady, adrenaline induced nerve-tickling ride of being bid for, little Timmy hadn't even noted the change in the tone and tenor of the suddenly increased buzz of an already clamorous crowd...
Not till he heard the auctioneer's chuckle above the cacophony, the man's mirthful observation alerting him to his shameful display of youthful arousal in full public view, making him go a fire-engine red!
"Ah, gentlemen, it seems you've got our little virgin boy all horny!" the man had announced with a flourish, "Just look at that erection... not just you, Timmy here too is extremely eager for the night to begin!"
The crowd roared, making Timmy go even redder in his face... his cock giving a couple savage twitches as another gob of clear, sparkling precum oozed out of the tiny slit at tip of his bloated cockhead.
Was it involuntary, a fear induced erection? Or, was it the result of his nervous excitement? Who knew... but whatever the cause Timmy could care less at that moment of mortifying abashment!
There wasn't much he could do about it anyways, other than just stand there with his shame on full display, feel it throb and pulse in sync with his rapid heartbeat, and let the drooling men stare on while ravishing him in their mind's eyes!
"Well, gentlemen, this is where it turns into pure fun..." the man recommenced his lively prattle, baiting the bidders, barely able to suppress the satisfaction in his tone, "so, don't stop to think now, we long left our senses behind!"
"Eleven thousand!" someone hollered above the buzz
"Thank you!" Timmy heard him laugh joyfully, and then asked, "Who'll give a twelve..." but could barely finish his question, exclaiming, "Ah, thank you sir... and who'll give me a fourteen?"
The man had skipped 'thirteen'!!!
This was insane, even by Xenodochium standards... and the hall was like a beehive in early summer... the air abuzz with suspense, with anticipation... with simmering LUST!
"Fifteen thousand!" a stentorian voice announced, in one single instant taking the bid way beyond mere records!
There was a stunned silence in the room, and even the auctioneer was left speechless for once.
And in that hush Timmy heard a faint murmur... the barely discernible whisper soon turning into a raging thunder as the hall exploded with raucous hoots and wild cheers!
"Oh my God... oh my GOD!" the man finally found his voice, the tone tremulous with amazed delight.
But even before he could regain his composure and begin his banterous cadence, the same voice rang out above all the other noise...
"Say what, it's for charity, right? So I'll make it a round twenty thousand, now close the deal!"
The riotous round of applause that followed the momentary lull of incomprehension was deafening, drowning out every other sound as the master of ceremony banged away his gavel... people already up on their feet, congratulating the bidder!
Twenty thousand? Just for a night? God, that was a king's ransom!
Timmy tottered, and would probably have fallen off his podium if Zac hadn't grabbed his slender waist and steadied him...
It took a while (a LONG while) for the din to die down... for the gavel banging master of ceremony to get the house in order...
"Do I have anothe..." he began in a quivery tone, but was drowned out by the vociferous roar of the gathered men...
"Aww, c'mon, give him the boy!" they called in one voice.
"Well..." the auctioneer hesitated but for a fleeting brief moment and then with a broad smile brought down his hammer as he roared, "AND SOLD!
"SOLD FOR TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS TO THE GENTLEMAN IN THE BURGUNDY SPORTS JACKET... THANK YOU SIR!!!"
Oh, finally, it was time, time to give up his boi cherry... be the winner's bitch for the night!
The hall once more erupted with the thunderous claps... but it seemed the crowd wasn't done with Timmy yet...
"Zac..." someone in the crowd hollered, "don't let that boner go to waste, jerk him off!"
A fraction of a susurrous second later another voice rang out, "Yeah, the boy is horny, make him shoot that load!"
With gleeful laughter the hall exploded with cheers of approval, a rhythmic chant suddenly filling the buzzing air...
"Jerk him... jerk him... jerk him... jerk him!" the men went like a bunch of excited school boys cheering their home team!
"Do it Zac," the man laughed, "they deserve to see it!"
Zac stepped forward and taking Timmy's trembling hand helped him down from the raised pedestal, leading him to the front of the stage...
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⚒ Wherever there are boys, there will be ways... more the rules, stricter the regulations, the more resourceful they get, always devising creative and ingenious ways to subvert all constraints...
Long before Zac was even out of his diapers, the popular 'studs' of those early days of Xenodochium had made their own clever arrangement for slipping in and out of the Xenodochium unnoticed. Hoodwinking whatever smart security arrangements that were in place, the secret then passed down through each generations of new 'Stable' recruits!
So, away from the well guarded entrance, safe from the prying motion sensors and cameras, getting Timmy in wasn't a problem... Zac quickly leading little Timmy to the exact spot where he knew they'd be busted when the Chief Administrator, accompanied by the Head Groundskeeper came for his regular late afternoon rounds of the sprawling grounds.
Hungry and desperate, Timmy simply couldn't get enough, moaning away loudly as Zac kissed and caressed while swiftly stripping him naked. Groping the exposed teen expanse... fondling and kneading, nibbling and nipping the whole while... guiding Timmy's hand past his undone fly, letting the boy touch his magnificent man-parts for the first time.
And as Timmy curled his fingers around the threshing manhood, the outraged holler of a very livid Mr. Francis alerted Zac to the success of his plan!
A raging storm ensued with a very scandalized Mr. Francis waving his arms about, threatening dire consequences -- calling in the Sheriff and handing over the boy for trespass, and B&E, and debarring Zac for life -- leaving little Timmy scared shitless, literally shaking like an aspen, before abruptly spluttering to a dazed pause, letting out an wondrous gasp as Zac masterfully maneuvered the naked boy forward... displaying the twink's adolescent charm in all its unclothed splendor.
Tempest suddenly tempered, Mr. Francis ogled in wide-eyed, and slack-jawed, wonderment... a seemingly very remorseful, artfully repentant, Zac softly making his pitch... offering up the virgin boy, suggesting Xenodochium accept Timmy for the weekend Auction!
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⚒ Passing an arm around the middle Zac pulled Timmy into him... his other hand reaching below, between the thighs, taking the boy's raging hard cock in a firm grip...
His back against Zac's chest, his bare butt flush against Zac's crotch, Timmy could sense the older boy's nudity.. feel the warmth of the smooth, hairless skin, feel the firm, rippling muscles against his own tender frame. Realizing that Zac wasn't totally naked, for the frightfully enormous package pressing against the small of his back seemed encased in some kind of a tight fitting, leathery thong or jockstrap... the bulk and heat of the igneous bulge clearly discernible!
The close body contact once more igniting regret at having been caught... missing out on the chance of having Zac take his virginity...
But he couldn't hold on to that thought, his mournful tristesse -- a motley tapestry of dreams and fantasies, of musings and laments -- for Zac had already started to jerk him off... the warm hand, that firm grip... the perfect strokes... sending powerful pulses of feverish exhilaration shooting up and down his spine. His whole body tingling, his already delirious cock frantic as it flexed with furious urgency. The whole lower section going insensate as his stomach tied in knots...
Already primed, what with all the day's events -- the whole thrill of their encounter at the village square, making out in the back alley before their flight to the Xenodochium, the fright of getting caught, the unimaginable eroticism of ending up naked on the auction block, and finally, being masturbated by Zac in front of a roomful of strangers -- it was all way too much for the soon-to-be highschool freshman, and it didn't take long for little Timmy to reach the point of no return...
Eyes glazed, poppy red quivery lips parted in moist suppliance, nostrils flared in the throes of maddening arousal... Timmy's moans were now loud and regular, his hips spasmodic beyond his control, swaying wildly of their own volition as he pumped his flexing cock through Zac's fist...
It was but a matter of seconds now, and he could sense it... sense his sperms begin their odyssey... oozing up the vas deferens and mingling with the slimy fluid of the prostate before starting the final journey up his urethra...
Suddenly letting out a ragged gasp, his whole body shuddering, Timmy lifted up on his toes -- his body arching, his pelvis thrusting into Zac's fist -- blasting his bubbling teen load for all the gathered men to see!
The first volley burst forth with tremendous force... the jet of viscid spunk arching high through the air and shooting over six feet before splashing down on the impeccably polished wooden floor, almost splattering the occupants of the first row!
A half dozen fusillade rapidly following that first explosive eruption... each equally powerful in intensity and vigor... thick ropes of creamy cum cambering through the still air... each landing on the smoked oak versailles parquet!
The cheers were loud, and the whistles shrill as Timmy's knees buckled and he slumped into Zac's protective arms noisily gasping for air... his depleted cock giving one last, dying twitch, squeezing out a final drop of his boy juice... the viscous liquid lazily oozing out before dropping off...
~ to be continued
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