Rough calloused hands brush against your oiled chest and thighs. Somehow or other after you drank the lemonade and signed the contract, you ended up dressed in a skimpy Speedo on a platform in front of a bunch of guys. Not all of them were old, some were middle aged fat guys, there were even a couple of wimpy young nerds. There were other young men standing a platforms nearby also clad in Speedos. Your mind felt kind of numb, you think the lemonade may have been drugged.
The salesman is reading your bio and physical stats from the clipboard to attentive onlookers. A couple make notes, as he says, " and this can be all yours, if you win the auction."
"Let's see the goods!" shouts a short old guy who looks like Grandpa Munster.
"Yeah, is he cut or uncut?" asks a paunchy bald guy covered in liver spots.
"Take it, off!" chant the nerd boys.
You feel hands on your hips. Then a cold breeze hits your, as the Speedo is pulled down to your ankles. Somebody tugs your cock, another starts your balls swinging.
Then you hear the salesman shout, "Who'll give me $10,000 for a week in this fine buck?"
The fat guy raises his paddle and yells, "I bid 10 G's!"
We have a bid of $10,000, who'll give me $11,000?"
Grandpa Munster raises his paddle, and nods.
"$11,000, going once!"
"$12,000!" shouts the shortest nerd adjusting his black horn rim glasses.
"$15,000" says the fat man.
"$20,000," says Grandma Munster softly raising 2 fingers.
The bidding continues in a blur as paddles raise and fall, and the salesman keeps saying "going once, going twice."
Then finally, you hear, "$50,000, going three times, SOLD!"