The Merchandise - The Guy Cole - Chapter 1
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Cole is a unique specimen. Unlike the folks I’ve found on the streets, this young man found me. Word had gotten out to him about the work I do and the customers I serve. It was a beautiful thing to watch how he approached me, his head low, deferential, obedient. He understood his place before I even told him…A subordinated spirit is a tricky thing to maintain in the wild. The world dictates so many expectations and demands, one cannot always get through sans some degree of individualism and self-interest. To be providing of oneself, really and unquestioningly. The fattest diamonds are not even so uncommon and pure!Knowing his fantasy ...Knowing his fantasy to be possessed and positioned at the mercy of a master, I knew I had to make sure he completely appreciated the world he was stepping into. This is not a place for pretenders or immature folks looking to have fun make-believe. In this place, in this world, one’s flesh is no longer their own. Their crevasses are no longer private. Their groin are rewards for worthy collectors, who would love their winnings though they eyed fit.On uncommon occasions, I bring in the high bidders to watch my appraisal. I find that for some, it excites the buyer to watch the folks brought in fresh. Farm to table, if you will…I immediately eliminated Cole’s street clothes as I brought him in. His t-shirt and denim made it clear he was a good, all-American boy. His rosy cheeks and porcelain flesh made him a true work of art, but I needed to know if he was sensitized as well!I took off his shirt, unveiling his toned, smooth, boyish body. With my heavy, broad hand, I brought it down stiff on the boy’s chest. The influence caused the boy’s figure to shake, but not fall. He steeled himself instantly, receiving the of my forearm as rushed to the flesh. Within seconds, a five pointed mark raised on his pectoral, displaying where I’d asserted myself. He did not timid away or retreat.I took my frigs to his nipples, taunting them and twisting them. Leisurely at first, but I progressively clipped firmer and faster. I could sense every surge of delight drip out in response. The boy’s figure was so raw, so accessible! It seemed everywhere was sensitive, but not weak…I spanked his chest again. The other side this time. He did not watch it coming. He extracted a gasp, the air leaving his lungs, causing his chest to arch and fall. He swiftly brought himself back up, waiting to receive more of what I could give him.I could hear the sensitized coos of the fellows watching. They seemed pleased, even sexually aroused by the idea of such a beautiful object being able to treat each test so perfectly.Stripped down to his underwear, his legs opened up wide, his hands held back, I gentled tapped on his nuts. They were stiff and instructed in his briefs, stuffed away and protected. I smirked, knowing the false promise that the cotton fabric made. I let my forearm fall firmer on them, feeling the tip of my frigs spank against the fullness of his testicles. The fellow was startled, even extracted a whine as I made contact. Yet again, he did not timid away or retreat.I arched the fellow over, chest down on the showcase table. His back lay vapid as his backside raised up towards my view. I pulled down his underwear, displaying his backside for the first-ever time. I paused. Such beauty needs to be appreciated! It was beautifully and naturally round, sans being excessively plumped or full. The fellow was athletic, but it was clear it was his genes that gave him his frame, not an abundance of exercise or training.This was promising! A fellow who needed no upkeep, could treat more powerful play, and had the preparedness to submit… He was a true jackpot!After a careful observation, I brought my forearm down hasty on his tight, pink hole, observing as it wrinkled and clenched as the shockwave moved across the boy’s body. The spank made a snapping sound as my forearm made contact, causing a evident response from the onlookers. The fellow yelped, astonished by the sudden pain. But within seconds, his fuckhole relaxed, reddened slightly, and his eyes expanded up at me. He did not timid away or retreat…It was then that I knew; this fellow would make me a fortune!
Cole is a unique specimen. Unlike the folks I’ve found on the streets, this young man found me. Word had gotten out to him about the work I do and the customers I serve. It was a beautiful thing to watch how he approached me, his head low, deferential, obedient. He understood his place before I even told him…A subordinated spirit is a tricky thing to maintain in the wild. The world dictates so many expectations and demands, one cannot always get through sans some degree of individualism and self-interest. To be providing of oneself, really and unquestioningly. The fattest diamonds are not even so uncommon and pure!Knowing his fantasy ...Knowing his fantasy to be possessed and positioned at the mercy of a master, I knew I had to make sure he completely appreciated the world he was stepping into. This is not a place for pretenders or immature folks looking to have fun make-believe. In this place, in this world, one’s flesh is no longer their own. Their crevasses are no longer private. Their groin are rewards for worthy collectors, who would love their winnings though they eyed fit.On uncommon occasions, I bring in the high bidders to watch my appraisal. I find that for some, it excites the buyer to watch the folks brought in fresh. Farm to table, if you will…I immediately eliminated Cole’s street clothes as I brought him in. His t-shirt and denim made it clear he was a good, all-American boy. His rosy cheeks and porcelain flesh made him a true work of art, but I needed to know if he was sensitized as well!I took off his shirt, unveiling his toned, smooth, boyish body. With my heavy, broad hand, I brought it down stiff on the boy’s chest. The influence caused the boy’s figure to shake, but not fall. He steeled himself instantly, receiving the of my forearm as rushed to the flesh. Within seconds, a five pointed mark raised on his pectoral, displaying where I’d asserted myself. He did not timid away or retreat.I took my frigs to his nipples, taunting them and twisting them. Leisurely at first, but I progressively clipped firmer and faster. I could sense every surge of delight drip out in response. The boy’s figure was so raw, so accessible! It seemed everywhere was sensitive, but not weak…I spanked his chest again. The other side this time. He did not watch it coming. He extracted a gasp, the air leaving his lungs, causing his chest to arch and fall. He swiftly brought himself back up, waiting to receive more of what I could give him.I could hear the sensitized coos of the fellows watching. They seemed pleased, even sexually aroused by the idea of such a beautiful object being able to treat each test so perfectly.Stripped down to his underwear, his legs opened up wide, his hands held back, I gentled tapped on his nuts. They were stiff and instructed in his briefs, stuffed away and protected. I smirked, knowing the false promise that the cotton fabric made. I let my forearm fall firmer on them, feeling the tip of my frigs spank against the fullness of his testicles. The fellow was startled, even extracted a whine as I made contact. Yet again, he did not timid away or retreat.I arched the fellow over, chest down on the showcase table. His back lay vapid as his backside raised up towards my view. I pulled down his underwear, displaying his backside for the first-ever time. I paused. Such beauty needs to be appreciated! It was beautifully and naturally round, sans being excessively plumped or full. The fellow was athletic, but it was clear it was his genes that gave him his frame, not an abundance of exercise or training.This was promising! A fellow who needed no upkeep, could treat more powerful play, and had the preparedness to submit… He was a true jackpot!After a careful observation, I brought my forearm down hasty on his tight, pink hole, observing as it wrinkled and clenched as the shockwave moved across the boy’s body. The spank made a snapping sound as my forearm made contact, causing a evident response from the onlookers. The fellow yelped, astonished by the sudden pain. But within seconds, his fuckhole relaxed, reddened slightly, and his eyes expanded up at me. He did not timid away or retreat…It was then that I knew; this fellow would make me a fortune!
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