The Merchandise - The Fellow Marcus - Chapter 1
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Marcus barely spoke when I took him in. His soulful eyes communicated most of what I needed to know. The way he looked at me, I could tell this fellow was lost and in desperate need of a man’s touch. Naturally, I knew I could be of some use here!As I looked him over, I could practically hear his heart hitting out of his chest. His tranquil power was thrilling for me, even as someone who had brought many folks into the inventory as I had. His enslaved spirit was one of the heaviest I’d ever seen, and I could not wait to test out his skills…When I eliminated ...When I eliminated his clothes, I was affected at how perfect and sleek his skin was. It spread over his muscles as trained as a snare drum. With so tiny flesh on his body, I knew there was nowhere for agony or delectation to hide. Every touch, every kiss, every slap would find its way deep inwards him. The thought was enough to make my cock hard in my pants, and I knew my buyers would love such a responsive cropping boy.Immediately, I impressed my hand against his nude chest. The reverb pulsed against my hand hard as the power had nowhere to go but into his hard flesh and bone. I could observe the boy’s face wince as I did this, but he did not cower. He accepted it. A true providing soul…The skin blushed in a perfect five-fingered imprint, hoisted up where I’d made my mark. It was beautiful and I wished the fellow for myself… But I know finer than to consume my own wares! I put the fellow on his knees and observed as he brought his head close to my crotch. I could hear him sigh in the musk that permeated out of my sack of babymakers and through my pants. He wouldn’t say it, but he wished it. Badly! But, I had not given him permission to love me.I spanked him throughout the face, perceiving the arm of my big, wide hand meet his smooth, narrow face. His reaction was intoxicating. A ringing of his bells and a moment of disorientation, followed by the same acceptance and perseverance. This fellow wasn’t just eager, he was durable. A very valuable trait.I had a series of tests I wished to perform to assess his force of will. The first-ever being the nipples. Every fellow is vulnerable to these tiny nubs, but not all are particularly sensitive. Some require time and instructing to get them there. But even still, they make for perfect points of torture. Twisting and taunting can be as effective as any paddle or flog…As I ran my thumbs over his chest, I increased tension and intensity, wanting to observe just how much he could take. I was affected just how hard I could go before he asked for mercy. Again, not with words, but with his breathy, desperate, enslaved sounds. It was like instructing a fresh puppy, incapable to speak. And when he reached his limit, I gave him a good slap on his chest.The next test involved his cock and balls. I pulled them out of his pants, unwrapping him of his denim and undergarments so that I could access them freely. I let them suspend low and exposed. I took hold of them in my hand like I would the sausage of a door. I squeezed it, mildly at first, perceiving their firmness and fever in my hand. I turned them, tiny by little, twisting them until they were like 2 hard grapes about to be plucked from the vine. And just before they would pop, I let them go…As they dropped, I liked how they bounced up and down. I ran my thumbs under them, perceiving them steamy from attention, and tapped them again and again. I could tell this made the boy’s innards move as he responded stunningly from his gut. It was fairly a glance to observe a enslaved suffer that kind of genital manhandle and still stand for more!And lastly, my beloved test… His ass. A boy’s fuck hole is his most prized possession. For our purposes, it his true fucky-fucky organ. Not the penis as he had been told his whole life, but the orifice that was made to receive the explosions of his future owners. Some will be gentle, some will be rough, but all must be satisfied with their property’s hole.Putting him on his back, I looked down at his perfect pucker, primed and prepped to be used at my discretion. I positioned a glass investigate on his hole, limited in place by his soft, sleek cheeks. I ran my palms over them, perceiving their quality as he dutifully kept himself in place. Reaching for the lubricant, I ran it over his cock before dribbling it over his anus.The glisten coming off of his white skin would be enough for most to fat top dollar. But I needed a more thorough inspection of his assets…
Marcus barely spoke when I took him in. His soulful eyes communicated most of what I needed to know. The way he looked at me, I could tell this fellow was lost and in desperate need of a man’s touch. Naturally, I knew I could be of some use here!As I looked him over, I could practically hear his heart hitting out of his chest. His tranquil power was thrilling for me, even as someone who had brought many folks into the inventory as I had. His enslaved spirit was one of the heaviest I’d ever seen, and I could not wait to test out his skills…When I eliminated ...When I eliminated his clothes, I was affected at how perfect and sleek his skin was. It spread over his muscles as trained as a snare drum. With so tiny flesh on his body, I knew there was nowhere for agony or delectation to hide. Every touch, every kiss, every slap would find its way deep inwards him. The thought was enough to make my cock hard in my pants, and I knew my buyers would love such a responsive cropping boy.Immediately, I impressed my hand against his nude chest. The reverb pulsed against my hand hard as the power had nowhere to go but into his hard flesh and bone. I could observe the boy’s face wince as I did this, but he did not cower. He accepted it. A true providing soul…The skin blushed in a perfect five-fingered imprint, hoisted up where I’d made my mark. It was beautiful and I wished the fellow for myself… But I know finer than to consume my own wares! I put the fellow on his knees and observed as he brought his head close to my crotch. I could hear him sigh in the musk that permeated out of my sack of babymakers and through my pants. He wouldn’t say it, but he wished it. Badly! But, I had not given him permission to love me.I spanked him throughout the face, perceiving the arm of my big, wide hand meet his smooth, narrow face. His reaction was intoxicating. A ringing of his bells and a moment of disorientation, followed by the same acceptance and perseverance. This fellow wasn’t just eager, he was durable. A very valuable trait.I had a series of tests I wished to perform to assess his force of will. The first-ever being the nipples. Every fellow is vulnerable to these tiny nubs, but not all are particularly sensitive. Some require time and instructing to get them there. But even still, they make for perfect points of torture. Twisting and taunting can be as effective as any paddle or flog…As I ran my thumbs over his chest, I increased tension and intensity, wanting to observe just how much he could take. I was affected just how hard I could go before he asked for mercy. Again, not with words, but with his breathy, desperate, enslaved sounds. It was like instructing a fresh puppy, incapable to speak. And when he reached his limit, I gave him a good slap on his chest.The next test involved his cock and balls. I pulled them out of his pants, unwrapping him of his denim and undergarments so that I could access them freely. I let them suspend low and exposed. I took hold of them in my hand like I would the sausage of a door. I squeezed it, mildly at first, perceiving their firmness and fever in my hand. I turned them, tiny by little, twisting them until they were like 2 hard grapes about to be plucked from the vine. And just before they would pop, I let them go…As they dropped, I liked how they bounced up and down. I ran my thumbs under them, perceiving them steamy from attention, and tapped them again and again. I could tell this made the boy’s innards move as he responded stunningly from his gut. It was fairly a glance to observe a enslaved suffer that kind of genital manhandle and still stand for more!And lastly, my beloved test… His ass. A boy’s fuck hole is his most prized possession. For our purposes, it his true fucky-fucky organ. Not the penis as he had been told his whole life, but the orifice that was made to receive the explosions of his future owners. Some will be gentle, some will be rough, but all must be satisfied with their property’s hole.Putting him on his back, I looked down at his perfect pucker, primed and prepped to be used at my discretion. I positioned a glass investigate on his hole, limited in place by his soft, sleek cheeks. I ran my palms over them, perceiving their quality as he dutifully kept himself in place. Reaching for the lubricant, I ran it over his cock before dribbling it over his anus.The glisten coming off of his white skin would be enough for most to fat top dollar. But I needed a more thorough inspection of his assets…
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