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A middle-aged man with a belly, Mediterranean, and greasy, he held up the quotation board in his hand, and quoted a jaw-droppingly sky-high price. This is [-] million, and it is still in US dollars.

Andrew was dressed in formal attire, leaning on the back of the chair, propping his chin boredly, watching the middle-aged man beside him blushing and calling out a high price that was almost all of his net worth.

The mental activity of that greasy middle-aged man is probably like this - it doesn't matter if you get this beauty, even if you lose all your wealth, the money can be made again, but there is only one beauty in front of you, the opportunity is not to be missed, and the time will never come again.

"Are there any buyers willing to pay more?"

……

There was silence under the stage, and there was no sound.

The host tapped the gavel three times, and when the dust settled, the buyer was this greasy middle-aged man who had already lost his fortune.

"Congratulations to this lucky guy who spent a lot of money. From now on, this stunner belongs to you alone. It is your property. You can play with it at will. Even your life belongs to you. It is not illegal to play with it to death accidentally." ~" The host had a smile on his face, and introduced the correct way to use the little slave to this greasy middle-aged man who was extravagant and a little foolish.

The auction item worth [-] million US dollars on the stage was bought, and several strong men in black clothes and black glasses came up to remove the little slave in the iron cage, this beautiful young man with a master.At the same time, another huge iron cage was moved up. Black curtains hung from the top, covering the interior scene, and the figures behind the iron bars could be vaguely seen from the outside.

"The next thing to be auctioned is the grand finale of this auction!" The host raised the volume, suppressing an uncontrollable frenzy in his voice, "Ahem, this little slave is a feral and unruly slave." The hard bone is what we have not been able to tame yet..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The audience was obsessed with the last auction item worth [-] million U.S. dollars, which could be called a stunner, so looking at the iron cage covered by the curtain on the stage, the buyers lost their interest. The eyes of the beast are looking forward to the scene when the curtain is about to be lifted.

Even Andrew suddenly became interested, wanting to see who this tough guy is.Generally speaking, no matter how hard a bone is, it will soon become soft in his hands. Let him kneel down and kneel, let him serve with his tongue, and he will serve with his tongue.

"This little slave is a fallen nobleman, and he is an Omega. There will be one day in estrus every week~ It stands to reason that Omega is the most likely to be trained as a sex slave, because their bodies have outbreaks every week. A once-in-a-lifetime lust."

The host solemnly introduced the finale auction items on the stage, "But this little slave seems to be very noble, every time he is in heat, as long as there is a trainer watching from the side, he will refrain from ejaculating, and he is not afraid to cum on his own. The little brother is so impotent... I feel sorry for his little brother~"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter from the audience as expected, and the buyers' interest in this finale auction was unprecedentedly high.

"Our trainers tried to use whips to tame this slave who was once an aristocrat, using various means, whipping his back and his little butt, closing the small dark room, cutting off food and water, forcing him to kneel... I tried to make him learn to kneel down and kiss the trainer's boots, but even broke a few horsewhips, but it still didn't work."

The host bent down and pulled up a corner of the black curtain that covered the iron cage, revealing the slender ankles that were shackled by the iron rings, bruised and purple, with a few blood stains faintly remaining.

"I don't know which buyer is willing to buy this fallen nobleman, tame him personally, and make him your sex slave. I think the process of taming him will be very interesting~"

The atmosphere was fired to the climax in an instant, and countless eyes were focused on the cage that was about to reveal the whole picture, expecting a down-and-out nobleman who pretended to be noble to appear humiliatingly in the eyes of the buyers in an embarrassing posture that no one could have imagined.

"You guys are so brave!" A male voice suddenly sounded in the ear of the host.

In the next second, the host was knocked to the ground by a leg whip, he exclaimed in pain, and let out a mournful wail, "Hiss—!"

"Master Andrew, I know that you are a high-ranking duke, but please participate in the auction fairly..."

"Who allowed you to auction off my belongings!" Andrew interrupted the host bluntly, and pulled off the black curtain covering the iron cage.

Allen was lying in the middle of the cage, his face pale, with an iron collar around his neck, and a huge scratch across his chest. The blood was still wet, and he had obviously just recovered. His hands and feet were firmly shackled by iron rings. His eyes were closed, his messy hair was wet.

Andrew ordered the host to hand over the key of the iron cage, opened the iron cage with the key, and then picked up Alan who was half fainted and hugged him in his arms. The faint smell of rust penetrated his nostrils. On the side of his waist, he chuckled for a long while, "You're asking for trouble, this is the fate of you running away from me..."

Andrew hugged Allen horizontally, and left the auction house without looking back in the intimate gesture of a princess hug. No one dared to stop him.

After Andrew took Alan out of the auction house, he took Alan back to his huge private estate without stopping, and brought him to a secret basement in the deepest part.

in the basement.

At this moment, Allen's vision was dark, and the red cloth was covered in front of his eyes. The rough cloth was close to the skin, and the end of the cloth was tied with a loose bow on the back of his head. .

Allen was lying on his side on the bed, and the white shirt he wore neatly on weekdays was hanging in a mess, and the broken strips were stained with blood, and fainted in a circle of light red.

Allen's panting was a bit short, the broken jacket couldn't cover his body, and he could vaguely see his lean waist and flat and smooth belly. He raised his arms with difficulty, and unbuttoned the loose buttons with his limp fingers.

"Aha~~Hoo~~" Allen gasped impatiently, "This damn...the estrus period once a week...it's really sad to be an Omega..."

Allen felt the lust growing in his body, and the voice that was obviously infected with sexual desire echoed in the basement that was empty except for him.

Allen tore off the cloth strip covering his eyes, and the misty black eyes closed suddenly when they came into contact with the dazzling light. He stretched out his fingers to cover the light, and after a while, he could see clearly through his fingers In my own situation, I realized with the little rationality left that the back of my pants was sticky and stained with obscene water stains, which seemed like an afterthought.

"Hiss—!" Allen strenuously raised his upper body. The back and buttocks injured by the trainers not long ago have almost healed. There is still a slight smell of blood on the white shirt, and the suit pants are tight. The legs were soaked in the lewd water that flowed out due to estrus, outlining the curve of the buttocks.

"You must escape, escape from here quickly.

This thought clearly appeared in Alan's mind. He was very aware of his current situation, no different from a rabbit whose leg was broken by a hunter but deliberately put back into the forest in order to torture him a few more times.

The forest is the hunting ground, and Allen is the prey in the hunting ground, and the hunter Andrew only needs to watch the little white rabbit that has lost his legs, how it licks the blood-oozing wound, and works hard with that little hope.

Allen cursed his situation in his heart. His feet touched the ground, and before he could stand up straight, his legs became weak, and his center of gravity became unstable and he fell to the ground.

Allen's body was hot, and he touched the cold ground through a thin shirt, just like a traveler lost in the desert who meets an oasis and holds sweet water in his hands. His body is pressed against the ground, with two nipples The pink flesh was rubbed on the hard ground until it became red, swollen and congested through the rough and torn coat.

This point of friction with the ground didn't play any real role, Alan's nipples became more swollen, and his brain was vaguely occupied by animal desires. There was a voice clamoring in his head, not enough, bewitching him to do something. Make more shameful moves.

That voice was like a voluptuous ghost from hell. It tried its best to seduce Allen. His trembling hands reached into his shirt, pinched his round breasts, and half-lyed on the ground, his buttocks that had become puffy due to the estrus period were raised. , rubbing his swollen nipples with his callused hands, he put his hands on his chest in a shameful gesture and masturbated.

However, this poor touch still couldn't reduce the scorching heat in his body. Alan was like a female cat in estrus, moaning seductively from her throat, kneeling on the ground, twisting her waist and swinging her hips, her trousers were tight The lower body, showing straight and slender thighs, was trembling on the ground. It looked like I was pitiful, and people couldn't help but violate it.

Allen's fingertips were digging at the red and swollen nipples that were too hard, and pulled clumsily. The numb pain and itchiness burst from the nipples and rushed to the brain nerves at once. a small tent.

Alan frowned, and reached into his crotch, trying to caress his painful penis, but footsteps suddenly came from the door of the basement, and Alan woke up as if he was being held in cold water. Withdrew from the crotch, straightened up and deliberately put on an aloof look that would rather die than surrender.

When Allen heard the familiar footsteps, he was not in a hurry, and he could almost imagine the expression on the face of the visitor, maybe it was joy, maybe it was joking, or maybe it was expectation, in short, it was Allen's annoying expression. To be precise, whether it was He was disgusted to the extreme by any expression.

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