Acquiring boys

Queen Rachel left the meeting feeling relieved at the fact that she and her advisors had a plan. For the time being, she would need to acquire some **** boys for her first round of milking, and maybe an extra one to keep for her own purposes if she saw one who was cute enough to turn her on. She headed back to her bedroom to put on street clothes and saw Selena giving orders to a ****, “Go fetch Nicole and Abella for me. Also get my strapon and some rope. Bring me the items before the slaves. Go now ****.”

The **** bowed, “Yes Mistress.” On her way out of the room, the **** bowed to Rachel before leaving to carry out Selena’s orders.

“Asserting yourself as alpha wife I see?” She asked of her wife, stepping out of her royal robes and pulling out a set of street clothes.

“Absolutely,” Selena replied with a lustful smile, “before you go wherever it is you’re going, how about you top me off and make sure I’m good and pregnant.”

“I want to, and I would, but I need to go purchase some **** boys and start milking them ASAP.” Rachel groaned. She stepped into a comfortable pair of jeans, her favorite pair of black flats, and a loose fitting blouse which showed off some of her incredible cleavage. Before walking out the door, Rachel went over to Selena, pulled her naked wife into a deep, passionate kiss, and comforted her, “when I get back”. She left Selena smiling like a drunken idiot as she turned around and walked out.

Upon leaving the palace, Queen Rachel walked toward the nearest **** auction that contained men. Before proceeding to the small crowd of dommes and women, all of whom were Roman citizens, Rachel bought a cup of coffee and started drinking. She always made her best decisions and did her best work when she was drunk or caffeinated. With the precious caffeine coursing through her body, Rachel entered the auction crowd.

In front of her, Rachel saw an elevated platform with ten wooden posts imbedded in it, set back a bit from the front, with iron chain loops on each side. One by one slaves were brought up from off the Wide of the platform and chained in front of a post. Most were women, some were men, some attractive, others not, none were expensive. The bidding on the first **** began and carried on for several minutes until her original price had more than tripled. She was ultimately sold to a very cruel looking domme who collared her new **** on the spot and immediately activated the shock feature, torturing her new **** in front of everyone. She then dragged the poor girl away. Queen Rachel would have been shocked to learn that the girl lasted a full week under that domme, let alone a lifetime.

The second **** was male. It was clear that his previous owner had put a great deal of care and effort into making him as appealing as possible, and Rachel’s cock was thankful for that domme’s of woman’s efforts. He was tall for a man at around five feet eight inches tall, with a toned body and an impressive cock, for a man, at 5 inches long, flaccid, and nice plump balls to match. He had short dark hair, big ears, thick lips, and big broad shoulders. Rachel wanted to make him hers.

“This boy was a pleasure **** in the whore houses of Alexandria. The bidding will start at seventy five silver denarii.” The auctioneer proclaimed.

Rachel raised her hand to indicate her bid for the boy. “That’s seventy five from the domme with the cleavage, do we hear ninety? Anyone in for ninety?” A woman standing about ten feet to Rachel’s left raised her hand, bidding on Rachel’s boy crush, “That’s ninety from the blonde with the shades. Do we hear one oh five? Anyone or one oh five?” Rachel raised her hand and shouted, “one fifteen!” Looking over at the blonde bitch who was engaged in this bidding war with her, the woman took off her sun glasses and returned Rachel’s gaze, giving the queen an annoyed look. Raising her hand again the woman said, “one fifty.” Rachel glared daggers at the woman, raised her hand and shouted, “three hundred if you close the bidding right now!” The auctioneer ended the bidding war, “Sold to the brunette with the cleavage for 300 silver denarii!”

Rachel walked over to the side of the platform and paid one of the auctioneer’s assistants, putting a collar around her new **** boy’s neck, she asked the worker, “how much for those five boys over there?” pointing towards a cluster of five male slaves chained together off to the side. “One hundred each, ma’am.” The worker replied

“I’ll give you six hundred if you lock all six of my purchases in chastity for me.” Queen Rachel offered.

“Consider it done,” the assistant agreed, “Come back in half an hour with the money,” gesturing towards Rachel’s empty coin purse, “and the locked slaves will be yours.” Forty five minutes later, Rachel walked back into the palace with six slaves in tow, leading them down into her personal Bdsm dungeon. From the dungeon, she led them into an adjoining room where she had her milking machines.

“On your knees, all of you!” Rachel shouted at her new purchases, “I purchased you in order to milk you of your semen until you can’t produce any more of your precious baby batter. Once you fail to keep producing, in about a week, the strain of the constant milking will kill you. From there, I’ll buy five more of you, and then five more, and more, and more, and more, until I have collected enough semen to generate an army to defend Rome.” All six of them looked absolutely terrified, and the sight was very arousing for Queen Rachel.

She continued, “there are five machines and six of you. I will take one of you out of this room with me as my personal boy toy, at least untilI grow bored with him and replace him. This boy toy will wait on me hand and foot, and he will obey my every command without hesitation. I will not be kind to him and his life serving me from beneath my feet will never be easy, but he will get the best sex of his pathetic existence from my cock and I might consider letting him out of chastity from time to time for my own purposes. So, we will have a little contest among you little sluts to see who will be milked to ****, and who will live at my feet. There will be four rounds of this competition. Each round will see one boy eliminated until there is one lucky **** remaining. However, because there are six of you, two of you will be eliminated after the first round.” Some of the boys looked determined to win, some looked scared to lose, none seemed eager or optimistic about their situation. “The first round will consist of foot and shoe worship. You will each have a two minute chance to prove you’re among the best foot lovers and shoe lickers here. The two of you who bring me the least pleasure at the end of your two minutes will be eliminated. The second round will be the same as the first, but with ass worship. You will each get two minutes to lick my asshole trying to bring me as much pleasure as possible. Worst ass worshiper get eliminated. The third round will consist of cock service. You will each suck me off until I cum in your mouth, then I’ll put it in your ass and ravage you until I cum again. Longest overall time it takes you to make me cum twice get eliminated. The last round will bring things back to my feet. I will let you both out of chastity and spit into your hands. I’ll sit down in front of you and you’ll get down on your knees, jerking off to one of my feet. No matter how long it takes, I will make you give me a cum tribute on my foot. The smaller cum tribute gets eliminated.”

With a cruel, sadistic smile on her lips, the queen commanded, “Let’s begin!”