When a man approaches Lane Colten one Saturday night at a leather bar and tells him about an exclusive secret club where wealthy men buy and sell boys as sextoys, he didn’t believe it. He thought it was all some fantasy mind game. He showed up at the place and time expecting the usual play party with an “Auction” to kick the evening off. He was already waist deep in the whole thing before he realized that these guys were serious! This whole Collective thing, with billionaire businessmen buying hot young twinks to use for fucktoys was the god’s honest real deal!
Lane figures that life could be a lot worse than living in some rich dude’s penthouse getting his ass plowed on the regular, so he goes for it. It still doesn’t seem real, until he’s on the block and the auctioneer turns him around and pushes his shoulders down. There he was, ass up, cheeks spread, his hole on display for a room full of unknown men. It gets real. Way too real, way too fast, way too late to back out now.
Before he knows it the auction is over. Some guy wins him, his hole was the man’s now to do anything he wanted. Still face down on the block, Lane can’t even see him and he knows better than to raise his head up. Owned. The word echoed in his brain like the deep clang of a steeple bell. He was owned.