The Auction - The Stud Marcus - Chapter 2
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Marcus seemed like a fantasy come true when he came up for auction. A stunningly handsome, fit young man with a subordinated spirit and physical durability. Observing as Felix banged on his chest and played with his hole, my imagination went super-naughty with all that I could do with such a strong and seemingly unbreakable body!I love to shovel people... It’s what I do. I’ve always gotten under people’s skin, in their heads, in their hearts, and pushing them beyond what they think they’re capable of. Typically when I meet someone, I have to go slow, go easy, go at their pace. That’s fun and exciting, even significant in a relationship. I always respect people’s limits, but sometimes... I want to go further. Harder. Deeper.Marcus seemed like ...Marcus seemed like a chance to shovel myself. To witness not just what a subordinated is capable of, but what I’m capable of! What would I do given no limits, no safe words? My forearm went up immediately, anxious to claim him for myself... And when I was the winner, my prick stood gay-for-pay up as well!When I got him alone, I examined him carefully. He took direction well. Getting on all fours when I said. Liquidating my shoes. Smooching my cock. He kept his head down, averting his eyes, and only looking at me in the eye when I told him to. In his core, he wished to conform me... To prove his worth and value. I could lightly tell just how valuable he was.Leaning back on my bed, he took off my pants and inhaled my prick dutifully and expertly. He may have been bought and paid for, but he didn’t action like a whore. I loved that. He acted more like a hungry, anxious boy, seeking the approval of a daddy figure... That certainly got me hard! I knew I wasn’t his father. I wasn’t even his lover. I was his proprietor and he had to do what I said.He bobbed his head up and down, taking me in his mouth. He looked so handsome. I could tell he loved it... But like I said, it’s in my nature to push.I ordered him to go down further. He ball-gagged up some slaver and I could witness his eyes water. Normally I would go easy, but given the well-paid opportunity, I made him go deeper. All the way... And to his credit, he never relented! He stayed down on my prick as low and lengthy as I wanted. Even when it strained him — even pained him — he was faithful to my cock.The true test, however, was not his mouth or his throat, but his hole. I was slew well-lubed up from the boy’s persistent blowing and I wished to give his butt a true test of its durability. I stayed on my back, prick up, and ordered Marcus to sit down on it.Every inch of my prick slipped inside him, sans a pause or hesitation. The coach in me wished to pat him on the back and say, “good job,” but the sir in me wished more.I shove my thighs up into him. stiff and deep into his ass pummeling cavity, ramming the apex of my meat against his young prostate. The only reprieve from my cruel pummeling was gravity pulling my bulky bod down onto the mattress, only to juggle back up into him just as hard.He wanked himself, milking his beautiful, stiff cock, bringing himself closer and closer to the verge of orgasm. I wished him to love it. As much as he was mine, I wished him hanker my cock, to hanker that feeling, and to give everything of himself to me... And I could tell from the sounds he made that I was providing him pleasure.This sexually aroused me even more! This stunningly gorgeous young man, packaged rigidly around my nude cock, was bringing himself to spunk as I smashed his insides with my cock. I was proud of him and proud of what he was enduring. As I inched myself closer to cumming, I was thinking of all the ways I could test him and shovel him farther — a thought that brought me to the verge of jizzing myself...
Marcus seemed like a fantasy come true when he came up for auction. A stunningly handsome, fit young man with a subordinated spirit and physical durability. Observing as Felix banged on his chest and played with his hole, my imagination went super-naughty with all that I could do with such a strong and seemingly unbreakable body!I love to shovel people... It’s what I do. I’ve always gotten under people’s skin, in their heads, in their hearts, and pushing them beyond what they think they’re capable of. Typically when I meet someone, I have to go slow, go easy, go at their pace. That’s fun and exciting, even significant in a relationship. I always respect people’s limits, but sometimes... I want to go further. Harder. Deeper.Marcus seemed like ...Marcus seemed like a chance to shovel myself. To witness not just what a subordinated is capable of, but what I’m capable of! What would I do given no limits, no safe words? My forearm went up immediately, anxious to claim him for myself... And when I was the winner, my prick stood gay-for-pay up as well!When I got him alone, I examined him carefully. He took direction well. Getting on all fours when I said. Liquidating my shoes. Smooching my cock. He kept his head down, averting his eyes, and only looking at me in the eye when I told him to. In his core, he wished to conform me... To prove his worth and value. I could lightly tell just how valuable he was.Leaning back on my bed, he took off my pants and inhaled my prick dutifully and expertly. He may have been bought and paid for, but he didn’t action like a whore. I loved that. He acted more like a hungry, anxious boy, seeking the approval of a daddy figure... That certainly got me hard! I knew I wasn’t his father. I wasn’t even his lover. I was his proprietor and he had to do what I said.He bobbed his head up and down, taking me in his mouth. He looked so handsome. I could tell he loved it... But like I said, it’s in my nature to push.I ordered him to go down further. He ball-gagged up some slaver and I could witness his eyes water. Normally I would go easy, but given the well-paid opportunity, I made him go deeper. All the way... And to his credit, he never relented! He stayed down on my prick as low and lengthy as I wanted. Even when it strained him — even pained him — he was faithful to my cock.The true test, however, was not his mouth or his throat, but his hole. I was slew well-lubed up from the boy’s persistent blowing and I wished to give his butt a true test of its durability. I stayed on my back, prick up, and ordered Marcus to sit down on it.Every inch of my prick slipped inside him, sans a pause or hesitation. The coach in me wished to pat him on the back and say, “good job,” but the sir in me wished more.I shove my thighs up into him. stiff and deep into his ass pummeling cavity, ramming the apex of my meat against his young prostate. The only reprieve from my cruel pummeling was gravity pulling my bulky bod down onto the mattress, only to juggle back up into him just as hard.He wanked himself, milking his beautiful, stiff cock, bringing himself closer and closer to the verge of orgasm. I wished him to love it. As much as he was mine, I wished him hanker my cock, to hanker that feeling, and to give everything of himself to me... And I could tell from the sounds he made that I was providing him pleasure.This sexually aroused me even more! This stunningly gorgeous young man, packaged rigidly around my nude cock, was bringing himself to spunk as I smashed his insides with my cock. I was proud of him and proud of what he was enduring. As I inched myself closer to cumming, I was thinking of all the ways I could test him and shovel him farther — a thought that brought me to the verge of jizzing myself...
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