Up for Bid

[Request: Jeff Seid Chastity Auction]

Jeff Seid showed up to the auditorium dressed in a bulky hoodie and baggie sweatpants, hoping to obscure his body--and hide his identity--until later. After all, these folks would be getting an up close look at his ripped musclebod later, when he doffed all but his posing trunks and strutted around stage. Until then, he wouldn’t be giving anyone a show for free.

A woman at the front door asked for his ticket, but he identified himself as the “talent” of the event. “I’m one of the celebrities for the date auction.” She raised an eyebrow, then texted someone. A tense moment later, she motioned for Jeff to head inside, pointing him toward a hallway in the rear of the building.

A hand grabbed him as he walked in. Jeff pulled away, a little shocked at the gall of the portly man, but he held his grip. “Y-you’re him--you’re Jeff Seid!” the balding man said, plucking nervously at his thick moustache and licking his lips.

Jeff looked around, worried that someone else might here. “Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you. Listen… I’ve gotta get back there, y’know. For the auction.”

“Right! Right, definitely,” the chubby man said. He adjusted his bowtie and straightened himself up. “I can’t wait to see you up on that stage! I’ll be bidding, that’s for sure.”

“Great! Well, it’s for a good cause, so…” Jeff winked and walked away, hoping that bowtied little troll didn’t win the chance to date him.

Through the door, Jeff found a darkened hallway that led to a small dressing room no bigger than a janitor’s closet. “Jesus,” he said aloud. “I wonder where all the other guys are?”

A heavy fist banged on the door. “You’re late!” barked a stocky bulldog-faced man as Jeff turned the knob.

“Only fifteen minutes,” Jeff said. “Auction still hasn’t started yet, though, so there’s still time…”

“We have an auditorium full of people out there waiting to bid on YOU!” he said. The man backed off, taking a deep breath and patting his own chest. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m Clayton. We have some VERY important people in the crowd, and this auction takes some VERY specific circumstances, so… I’m just a little tense. Anyway, it’s time to come out on stage and flex and whatever it is you do.”

As Jeff (wearing only a pair of silky lavender posing trunks) followed Clayton to the stage, he asked, “Where are the other guys?”

“Other guys?” Clayton said without stopping.

“Yeah, y’know… we’re not just auctioning off one person today, are we?”

Clayton’s look of confusion melted into a gleeful smirk. “Jeff, I think you’d better just get out there, flex those big muscles, and prepare yourself for an unforgettable auction.” Clayton gave Jeff a hard two-handed shove and the bodybuilder found himself in front of an audience of over five hundred people with a spotlight on him.

The crowd erupted with applause and cheers as Jeff approached. The athlete smiled, waved to the crowd, then ran a hand through his thick man of hair before, hitting a double biceps pose. A dozen people stood, cheering even harder when he flexed his oily muscles.

Clayton had shuffled behind a podium, wielding a heavy microphone. “And now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for… this year’s charity auction. The first item up is Jeff Seid’ beautiful hair!”

Jeff, in the middle of flexing his abs, paused and turned. “My hair? Like, a lock of it?”

Bids erupted around the room. Jeff was shocked to see people betting a thousand--no, two thousand!--for a lock of his hair. The winning bid was placed by the bowtied little guy Jeff had met outside.

The crowd applauded. The little bowtied man hustled to the stage. He approached Jeff, who stood his ground (but tried not to give away how anxious he felt). But when the little guy reached for him, Jeff found he couldn’t move. Some force held him still, and while he wriggled, the man was able to reach up and grab two fistfuls of Jeff’s hair.

Jeff moaned as he felt a tingling along his scalp, then a rush of cold air. He blinked, confused, as he saw the man holding his hair--still in the shape it had been on his head--as if it were a trophy. Then the man slapped it on his own head like it was a wig. A moment after it settled on his bald skull, the hair took root. The man walked away with Jeff’s hair on his head looking as naturally as if it had grown there himself.

“Next up: Jeff’s remarkable abs!”

Jeff’s eyes went wide as he saw bids all over the auditorium. He patted his head, shocked to feel it as bald and smooth as a pool ball, and struggled to figure out how it was even possible. In the meantime, the bidding continued, ending on $750,000 for Jeff’s abs.

The stud was mortified when a young man with an average build approached the stage, waving at the crowd as if he were the celebrity. He approached Jeff, who was once again frozen in place, and stuck out his tongue as he pulled his sweater up to reveal a pale, slightly hairy midsection, dropping with a pathetic looking pot belly. He reached forward and grabbed Jeff’s chiseled abdomen. The stud felt a sharp pain as the man pulled--and Jeff’s abs detached.

Jeff looked down in horror as his ripped 8-pack traveled like it was a rack of meat. The man slapped it on his stomach and it merged with his torso, moments later looking like it had always been there. Jeff looked down, mortified, to see that he now had a chubby, pale gut that had begun to fold over itself.

“Th-this… this isn’t possible!” Jeff moaned as he grabbed at the soft flesh. Every inch of him had been rock-hard for decades!

“Next up: Jeff’s bodybuilding knowledge!”

Jeff ran for the edge of stage, ready to leap off and sprint through the crowd, but he felt his steps slowing, like he were walking in mud, until he was finally frozen a moment before he could leap to freedom. He lifted up off the stage and gently touched down again in the center as the spotlight fell on him.

The bidding had continued as he’d tried to flee. His “bodybiulding knowledge” sold for $45,000.

An grey-haired man in a tuxedo rose victoriously, He grabbed a husky teenaged boy and dragged him along with him to the stage. “It’s for my son!” he said into the microphone that Clayton had pointed at him.

“No, no--whatever you’re doing… don’t!” Jeff begged as the teen reached forward, his fingers passing through the stud’s bald head, deep into his brain. All the bodybuilder felt was a warm, pleasant tingling in his head at first. Then came a dull ache, like a brain freeze. The stud’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body shivered. When the teen’s hands came out, the boy’s eyes lit up.

“Dad! I could be a personal trainer now!” he said, overwhelmed with the lifetime of elite fitness knowledge he had inherited instantly.

Jeff fell to his knees in a panic. A fog had fallen over his senses.

“Folks, let’s test this out. Mr. Muscles, can you show us the proper way to do a bicep curl?”

Jeff blinked. “Bicep… curl?” The words sounded like a foreign language. He tried to think back on his workout that morning but he couldn’t remember a bit of it. He couldn’t even remember where his gym was!

“Oh, lord. Poor Mr. Muscles here is going to have a hard time working out without all that knowledge! Next up we’re auctioning off Jeff’s cock! It may be this bald beer-gutted imbecile’s last desirable trait!”

Jeff felt defeated. He flexed his arms just to show off that he still had some muscle. What else could he do? He couldn’t run, he couldn’t fight. Both hands went down to his sizeable cock, stuffed into his tiny trunks, knowing he may not have it for much longer.

An obese man with thick lensed glasses won the auction this time, bidding an impressive $4 million. Jeff begged weakly as the man reached out, his thick sausage fingers darting into Jeff’s trunks. The stud felt a pinch, then an icy chill over his crotch as his cock came loose in the fat man’s hands.

The piggish winner looked at his new prize, turning the disembodied cock over and over in his hands. He held it against his face. “It’s so warm!” he said, delighted. Meanwhile, Jeff shivered--his cock was still transmitting every sensation to his brain. The man’s ministrations were making Jeff’s body shudder and shake.

“I’m not going to attach it!” the man said as he held his new prize aloft for the delight of the crowd. “But I am going to use it…” He slipped the end of the cock into his mouth and slurped under its cock head. Jeff pounded his fists on the stage as he felt a phantom blowjob, despite the fact that his posing trunks now hung loosely against his completely smooth, doll-like groin.

The audience had begun to clear out after Jeff’s cock had been sold. “And our final item up for auction…” Clayton said, trying to get the attention of the remaining crowd. To most of them, the best prizes had been auctioned off. Jeff prayed it was all over.

“...Mr. Jeff Seid himself!”

Jeff’s eyes went wide as the bidding started. “But… but why would you want me?” he begged the crowd. “I’m bald and have a gut and… and no cock!”

But Jeff sold for $1.2 million. Jeff cringed as the willowy, effeminate man sashayed up to the stage, slapping Jeff hard on the ass. “Get up!” the man ordered.

Jeff leapt to his feet, confused at why he’d obeyed so easily.

“Do some pushups!” the man said, clapping his hands together with delight.

“Do some… huh?” Jeff asked, confused at the strange word the man had used.

“Lay down on the ground and make your body go up and down!”

Jeff did exactly as he was told, his fat gut smooshing against the ground each time he lowered himself.

“Perfect! I have just the right thing for you.”

Hours later, at the man’s house, Jeff discovered his fate. The man ordered him to stand up straight, to bend his arms like he was flexing his muscles, and to freeze there… forever. Somehow Jeff’s body obeyed perfectly; he wasn’t breathing, nor did he feel the urge to breathe. He wasn’t even sure his heart was still beating.

“Perfect!” the man said as he cut off the posers, revealing Jeff’s lack of manhood. “You’ll be the perfect art piece to stand right in front of my front door. You’ll make an excellent coat rack.”

And that’s exactly where Jeff stood, frozen in place, aware and in agony but unable to move as his new owner’s guests came in and slung their scarves, hats and coats over his extended arms. To add to the humiliation, Jeff’s new owner got a life-size print of his former body, flexing proudly, and placed it right next to him now.

“He looks so lifelike!” said one of the men, looking into Jeff’s eyes as the bodybuilder internally screamed for help, though he couldn’t make a sound.

Across town, a four-hundred pound gentleman smeared lube on his perfect living dildo, unaware that every time he used it, an immobile human coat rack was overwhelmed by sensations he couldn’t explain.