The Auction - The Boy Austin - chapter 2
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I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was utter of prosperous men. studs from all over the world, all with different, high level postures and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even eyed several politicians! Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but confident studs have a way about them they can’t hide.It can be effortless to sense affected by the caliber of high-class individuals encircling you, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all want the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the more the other fellow has, the more you have to struggle to get what you want…Today’s lot was ...Today’s lot was small. Just a duo items being sold. I was well-prepped to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be arousing just to watch the drama of the transaction sans ever positioning a bid. But when the fellow named “Austin” was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was brilliantly presented, gorgeously behaved. His skin was sleek and milky, cracked up only by the black truss around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his crotch in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at the same time. His face showed no dread or doubt. He was well-prepped to be owned!With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the fellow hastily and humbly introduced his crevasse out to the crowd, providing us a finer sight at what we were bidding on. As the hooded man’s mitts moved over his bod and inbetween his sensitized parts, my mouth watered. My mitts imagined they were up his, inspecting him in such a intense way. The thought was enough to get my rod Rock-hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid…Winning was a exhilarate like nothing else. Not only was I able to sense the upmanship of besting my peers, but I’d just bought the right to own him… To wield him! He was mine to use as I wished. No fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. That was a intensity unlike anything else I could have imagined!The feelings only grew when I got my mitts on him. He shuddered hardly when my fingers rubbed his hole, but I could observe his training crush in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the Rock-hard leather over his flesh, he continued to introduce his soft, sensitized booty to me, sans flashing fear. This is what ownership means. It’s not his bod anymore. It’s my bod now. And I can do what I want to it…With the rest of the studs now gone, having retreated to the salon for their drinks and petite talk, I perceived myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master, and there was no debate!His lil' fellow rod perceived like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but more importantly, earned. Even tho I knew I possessed him, it was even sexier to think he was revved on. I didn’t know what was going on inwards his head, but every answer he gave me proved his devotion and obedience.When I gave him my cock, he took it in his arm and adored it dutifully, taking it deep into his lil' throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He wetted my member in brief order, as if even his salivary glands were taught for this purpose.Using only the drool on my shiny rod head alone, I was able to shovel it into his bod sleekly and sans resistance. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his very first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to get ready his hole, but I knew he’d never perceived a man’s rod inwards him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom-built order sheath!He perceived perfect, wrapped stiffly around me. I took my time with him, probing his crevasse and what it could handle. I wondered how deep I could go and how Rock-hard I could shovel before he pulled out his very first sounds of ache and pleasure, but I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now! I didn’t want to break my fresh fucktoy just yet…
I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was utter of prosperous men. studs from all over the world, all with different, high level postures and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even eyed several politicians! Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but confident studs have a way about them they can’t hide.It can be effortless to sense affected by the caliber of high-class individuals encircling you, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all want the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the more the other fellow has, the more you have to struggle to get what you want…Today’s lot was ...Today’s lot was small. Just a duo items being sold. I was well-prepped to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be arousing just to watch the drama of the transaction sans ever positioning a bid. But when the fellow named “Austin” was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was brilliantly presented, gorgeously behaved. His skin was sleek and milky, cracked up only by the black truss around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his crotch in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at the same time. His face showed no dread or doubt. He was well-prepped to be owned!With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the fellow hastily and humbly introduced his crevasse out to the crowd, providing us a finer sight at what we were bidding on. As the hooded man’s mitts moved over his bod and inbetween his sensitized parts, my mouth watered. My mitts imagined they were up his, inspecting him in such a intense way. The thought was enough to get my rod Rock-hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid…Winning was a exhilarate like nothing else. Not only was I able to sense the upmanship of besting my peers, but I’d just bought the right to own him… To wield him! He was mine to use as I wished. No fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. That was a intensity unlike anything else I could have imagined!The feelings only grew when I got my mitts on him. He shuddered hardly when my fingers rubbed his hole, but I could observe his training crush in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the Rock-hard leather over his flesh, he continued to introduce his soft, sensitized booty to me, sans flashing fear. This is what ownership means. It’s not his bod anymore. It’s my bod now. And I can do what I want to it…With the rest of the studs now gone, having retreated to the salon for their drinks and petite talk, I perceived myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master, and there was no debate!His lil' fellow rod perceived like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but more importantly, earned. Even tho I knew I possessed him, it was even sexier to think he was revved on. I didn’t know what was going on inwards his head, but every answer he gave me proved his devotion and obedience.When I gave him my cock, he took it in his arm and adored it dutifully, taking it deep into his lil' throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He wetted my member in brief order, as if even his salivary glands were taught for this purpose.Using only the drool on my shiny rod head alone, I was able to shovel it into his bod sleekly and sans resistance. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his very first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to get ready his hole, but I knew he’d never perceived a man’s rod inwards him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom-built order sheath!He perceived perfect, wrapped stiffly around me. I took my time with him, probing his crevasse and what it could handle. I wondered how deep I could go and how Rock-hard I could shovel before he pulled out his very first sounds of ache and pleasure, but I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now! I didn’t want to break my fresh fucktoy just yet…
Added: 2023-09-13 • Views: 14 • Duration: 36:57