Snapshot: The buyer

This is the 22nd part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

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"Come on, what are you waiting for!" Cam smiled provocatively.

He was horny as hell.

Sitting in the hammock chair, wearing nothing but his auction shirt ("Ten is your lucky number!" he had breathed into the mic when he was presented to the prospective buyers, causing quite a few dicks to rise to attention...), he was waiting for his buyer to start the action.

The buyer had paid a lot for a weekend with him, and Cam figured that he should get everything he wanted.

The Buy a Toy Boy auction was a staple of the local Pride, a naughty remnant from a less sanitized era when kinky ideas had trumped everything.

Of course, unlike most of the guys in the audience, Cam was too young to remember those times. 

And, unlike most of the guys in the audience, Cam was too young to recognize his buyer.

Unlike most guys in the audience, Cam didn't know that the beefy gent always bought a boy at the auction, that he always received them in mint condition - and that he seldom returned them that way... Usually, their throats were a little sore, and their hole was a little puffy, but their balls always bore the brunt of the work, having been kicked and stomped and kneed and punched and crushed in a vise before being thoroughly drained again and again and again.

When the buyer purchased Cam at the auction that night, Cam knew nothing about all of that.

And because he was a cocky, arrogant kid, nobody thought it necessary to enlighten Cam after he had been auctioned off to the ballbuster. So Cam was still blissfully unaware of the fate that awaited his balls over the next couple of days. Blissfully unaware and hard as a rock, right there in the hammock chair.

"Don't be shy", Cam chuckled, wiggling his feet, causing the hammock chair to swing, and his hard dick to smack against his belly. "I can take it!"

"Can you?" the buyer chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

Cam winked at him. "You want to use that fist?" He licked his lips. "Go ahead, my hole can take it."

"Oh, I'm sure your hole can take it, slut. Not so sure about your sack, though."

Cam blinked.

A moment later the fist connected with his bulging ball bag, smashing his fat, cum-filled nuts flat as pancakes. Before Cam's mind had processed the brutal assault on his proud young manhood, the fist crashed into Cam's balls again. And again and again.

And that was only the beginning of the weekend...