Derek was regretting ever stopping to chat with that bloody sorority girl.

He was a freshman on the campus, hardly two weeks into the new term. And ordinarily would have steered clear of anything like sorority girls, and everything that entailed, and remained buried in a stack of books in the library. But he had decided to duck out from his readings and find a late lunch, and then bumped into Kayla. Kayla had been standing nearish to the library, with a bit of a determined expression on her face. Which turned into a sunny smile as Derek had come through the doors, and she came bounding up to him.

"Hiya! I'm Kayla!" Her bubbly greeting had necessitated an answer, and Derek had introduced himself. He had tried to avoid looking at the tight t-shirt that, combined with leather pants and high heeled boots, made for quite the sight. Instead he focused in on her baby blue eyes, sparkling in the early afternoon sun. And, quite without realizing it, missing almost the entirety of what she was talking about. Apart from her conclusion,

"...and then you came out and, and I know its a lot to ask, but would you maybe think of helping me out?" She looked imploringly up at him. Derek found himself nodding, and blushing as she gave him a winning grin and a kiss on either cheek, "Wonderful! Follow me!"

And so he had. Away from the library. Down the long boulevards of the campus, and into the dormitory buildings, where a small flow of students were constantly moving to and from. Away from those dormitories, and out towards where some of the more privileged clubs and associations were allowed to maintain residences. Kayla chivvied him along, thanking him over and over again for his help. Derek assumed that she needed something moved, or perhaps some help studying or something. He was far, far too shy to even think about confessing that he had missed what she had been talking about. Missed what she had actually asked. And so when they turned up the small well cared for drive leading to a large house, with the inscribed title of the sorority above the small gate, Derek felt not a hint of foreboding.

Kayla entered the house with him, hanging on his arm in a sort of half hug as she partially pushed him into the place. Immediately on the other side, standing in the grand hall that the door opened into, were two other sorority girls. These shared Kayla's look with the leather pants and boots, but had foregone the white t-shirt for glossy looking tops that covered everything but their hands and heads. The sight of them immediately on the other side of the door made Derek's mouth just about drop. So much so that he barely registered Kayla crooning to him and the girls, "Got the laaaaast one right here ladies."

"Whaaa...?" Derek had only begun to form the question when he suddenly was piled into by the two girls, with Kayla twisting him down towards the ground. His cut off shout of surprise was rapidly muffled first by Kayla's tight hand over his mouth, and then by a ball gag rammed home. Handcuffs snapped closed around his wrists, even as a pair of straps were yanked tight around his arms and torso. His milling legs were collected up and cuffed by one of the girls. All three of them were giggling and making all sorts of comments. Comments that had Derek blushing red as a fire engine, the fight leeching out of him. No one had ever talked about him like that, in any sort of desirable way. Certainly not anyone nearly as hot as these three.

And that was how Derek found himself an unwilling participant in the event of the fall. The Cappa Charity Auction. The CCA was a popular event with all sorts of locals, not least because tradition demanded that the girls hunt down and find several human prizes to go on the block along with more ordinary items. The only catch was that the prizes had to willingly enter the house. It didn't matter the pretense, only that they entered. And then they could be set upon, bound, and made ready for their big night. And, after all, it was for a charity event. So once they understood that they weren't being kidnapped away permanently, people were usually good sports about the whole thing.

Derek learned all this as he stood, chained to a post, while Kayla and another girl worked him up. His clothing, they stripped from him. His metal restraints were replaced with leather cuffs, with little locks snapped shut. Broader straps were secured around his torso, and Kayla brought over a leather collar which she first kissed before locking it around his throat. Then, he was treated to another bout of hungry kisses from her over his gagged lips. Her hands moved and groped across his body, paying particular attention to his rear.

Derek moaned and shifted against her, his cock growing hard as it moved and grinded against her leather clad thigh. Then, just as his moans began to truly change from anger, shame, and excitement, to just excitement, she pulled away, grinning at him, "Let's get you up on stage my little bookworm."

And so up they went. As Kayla opened a series of doors, Derek realized just how soundproofed the place must be. He could hardly hear the crowd through the triple set of doors until Kayla was pushing him through them. He came out onto the back of the stage, where Kayla held him by the shoulder.

"...once...going twice...Sold! This lovely young lady to the vivacious couple in the back. Congratulations to the pair of you, and thank you for your support for ou university's young reader's program." The lady officiating it, a striking looking Asian woman, beckoned Kayla foreward, "Our last special item is a young man who keeps his nose mostly in books. Though he does look rather striking in leather, does he not?" She gestured to Derek as he was brought out, who responded to the cheers and applause from the crowd by flushing red again, "Do I have any ladies who might want to teach him where he might be keeping his nose, or something else, instead? Shall we start at one thousand?"

She looked around the room as the yells and cheering died a little, a few members of the audience seemingly discussing among themselves. Derek couldn't see any of this of course, the lights trained on his face made it difficult to do more than see the shapes and silhouettes of the crowd. The pause dragged on for another few moments, before a few bidders jumped into the action. The Asian lady began to pace around Derek, prodding and groping him to make him squirm in place as she called the bids,

"Twelve fifty, I have twelve--fourteen hundred, fourteen hundred from the gentleman in the front row. Fourteen hun--sixteen hundred from the trio in the back. Do I hear seventeen? Seventeen, thank you Ma'am. Seventeen for this blushing bookworm," She continued on, gripping Derek's rear, and pausing to plant a kiss against his cheek. He moaned into his gag. The bidding ticked up again.

"I have nineteen hundred fifty, nineteen hundred fifty to the couple in the--"

"Three thousand!"

The shout came from off to one side of the stage, near to the front. The Asian woman paused, slightly taken aback, before pivoting to focus in on the female voice that had sounded, "My word, ladies and gentlemen, three thousand for the bashful young man in front of you. Quite the jump indeed, eh?" She grinned out at the crowd, her hand tracing over Derek's bound torso, "Do I have any challenges? Three thousand going once...going twice...sold! To the lovely woman in the third row. Thank you Ma'am, you may collect your winnings backstage once you have paid."

Kayla almost immediately began yanking Derek away as two girls came trotting out carrying several tasteful paintings between them. The announcer was already on to those items. Derek was still mentally reeling. He had just been sold. Actually auctioned off and sold. But to who? Who had actually paid so much for him?

He was frogmarched over to a small dressing table, where he was sat down onto a chair. His ankle fetters were unlocked, and a pair of leather shorts pulled up to give him a shred of decency. Knee high boots were added, and then the ankle cuffs relocked. Similarly his arm bindings were stripped off to be replaced with a snugly fitted leather armbinder. A blindfold was applied, and then he was shifted off the chair to kneel on a small padded mat. Awaiting his owner. Derek shivered, and felt Kayla's hands soothingly massaging his shoulders. Whispering about how wonderful he was to be doing this. It was, at least a little, reassuring.

The click-clack of heels coming in through the door, and Kayla suddenly standing up next to him, announced the arrival of a woman. Kayla gave his shoulder a squeeze and then stepped away, "Good evening ma'am. We prepared him as you requested, and we have the additional elements here as well should you require them."

Derek felt a hand reach out and almost tenderly caress his cheek. He moaned into the gag, almost without conscious thought bunting his head into the stranger's warm touch. He moaned again as he felt their hand shift down to trail across his chest. And then again as it gripped his collar to pull him forward. Their other hand stroked his cheek for a time, before gently pulling away the blindfold.

Derek blinked in the light of the room, before he focused on the person in front of him. And gave a strangled gasp of shock. It was the head librarian Miss Claire! The raven haired, ebony skinned woman was dressed in killer black leather boots and pants, with a sexy leather jackets fetchingly undone and adding to her gorgeousness. She grinned at Derek's shocked expression, running a hand down his cheek again, "God I was waiting to do that for a good long while. Thank you Kayla, for making this happen."

Kayla burbled her response, giving Claire a hug, and Derek a quick peck on the cheek, "Have fun you two! I gotta get back!" And off she went.

Claire reached over to the table and picked up a chain leash. She teasingly gave it a twirl in front of Derek, before snapping it to the front of his collar, "You are probably the student I see around the most Derek. Always alone, reading monstrously sized tomes until all hours. I'm a bookworm as much as the next, but I decided that you needed to experience some other elements of university life. And I decided it's been quite long enough since I had a helpless plaything at home wrapped up in leather with my collar around his neck. Entirely too long, ever since my last pet graduated."

She pulled him to his feet, his head spinning with every word that came out of her mouth. She grinned at him, "Oh I am going to enjoy training you."