“Welcome to this years Youth Auction! I am going to be your host, well not YOUR host, but you know what I mean. Due to the decrease in number of vessels, tonight’s event will be cut short. Bodies are limited people so get those checkbooks out and start raising your paddle because this auction starts now.” The crowd started to whisper as a man dressed in a suit came out to whisper in the auctioneer’s ear. He nodded and then returned to the microphone. “Well, it looks as though this event will be very short. There seems to be only one item up for grabs.” He urges the man away and then looks back over the crowd of old men. “The first, last, and only vessel is Noah Feerce.” Noah walks out from behind the auctioneer without a shirt and stands in front of the pillar. “This beautifully sculpted man can be yours starting-”
“Take your pants off, before I buy you, I want to see if it’s worth it.” a voice came from the group of old men and the others huffed in agreement. Noah looked over at the auctioneer to get approval and he nodded. With a shrug, Noah started taking off his pants and the men in the audience grumble in approval.
“Throughout high school, Noah Feerce was a star athlete and now works as a personal trainer at the wellness center at his university and is studying to become an actor. As you can see he keeps himself in tip top shape and by the look of his schlong, doesn’t have a problem in the bedroom department.” The auctioneer was trying to be cute but the elderly men weren’t having it. “Starting price is two million.”
The moment he said this, the men started raising their paddles and the auctioneer was speaking at an outrageous speed as he kept up with all of the bids.
“Two and half million from the man - oh, two and a quarter from the man in the orange cardigan.”
Noah was turning and he was trying to show off his body as much as he could.
“Three million and two hundred thousand to the man in the back.”
The men were going at it, increasing slowly until a man in the middle of the crowd wearing a black and blue striped shirt raised his paddle and gave a price.
“Six million.” He said, putting his paddle down and getting ready to stand up. The rest of the crowd was silent and the old man stood up after the announcer proclaimed him the bidding victor.
“Just step back here and we will get you into your new you.” The announcer brought the man back with Noah and they sat in a lounging area to sign some paper work.
“Alright, take your clothes off, Mr. Wilson, you know the deal.” He did as he was told and Noah watched, preparing himself for the possession. They both turned and Mr. Wilson was facing Noah’s back. “Drink this.” The auctioneer gave the old man a vial and he downed it, handing the glass container back to the auctioneer.
The old man placed his hands on the muscular back of Noah Feerce and as soon as the liquid started to work, Mr. Wilson pressed and massaged as he squirmed into the body of Noah. His muscles tensed as he was invaded and Mr. Wilson disappeared inside of his body. As his back arched, Mr. Wilson adjusted inside of Noah, making sure his limbs were comfortable inside and when he stood up straight he pulled at his cock to make it comfortable. When Noah turned around to face the auctioneer, he had gained an erection.
“Congratulations, Mr. Wilson. You have won the bidding war yet again.” The announcer said and handed him a folded set of clothes.
“It feels good to be back in a youthful body. My previous one was so weak. No wonder you are losing numbers.” He shook his new finger at the announcer and buttoned up his shirt. When he was finished, he made his way out to the town car provided by the auctioneer and Mr. Wilson as Noah Feerce was driven back to his college campus where he would live as or change the life of Noah.
See you at next years Youth Auction.
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