Boy Austin Chapter 10: Boy Gimp
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I knew it was coming, but it still astonished me when Sir Myles came back me to the auctioneers. Nothing is forever, but as a slave, I devote myself totally to my owner. It’s not effortless to suffer the corporal requests they have sometimes, but I do my hottest to sate them for as lengthy as they’ll have me. As I got back up on the auction block, I attempted to linger noiseless and demonstrate my worth to my future owner. I wished to make sure Sir Myles didn’t lose value on me, but I was still getting used to the idea that I would not be taking his thick, aggressive cock anymore. As the bids came in and my figure was once again put on display, I looked out into the river of silhouetted men, all their cocktails, showing their wealth and power. Just soles from where my holes were inspected and displayed, they observed my every move. They observed as my puffies were twisted, my ballsack were tapped, and my arse spread and crammed for their amusement. When the bidding ended, I observed a broad, bulky dude ambled forth to claim his prize. He had a meaty neck, barrel chest, and a dense salt and pepper beard. His arms were fur covered up to his knuckles, providing him a wild, brute appearance. His white tee-shirt and bind made him view like a gentleman, but everything about his figure made it clear that he was a beast. His eyes were dark and focused; his stare projected an aura of unspoiled alpha brute power. I sensed the beta instincts of my figure tremble under his gaze. As he ordered me on my knees, my heart quickened. He ran his arms over my body, perceiving my pecs and abdomen as if he were looking for imperfections in a truck finish. I could observe the swelling in his trousers growing, becoming excited from his domination, but he hardly said anything to me at all. He just captured what he wanted. Pawed what he wanted... Even pounded what he wanted. He pulled his cock out of his trousers with the same relief as if he was taking out a pen. His hairy, musky member fell out in front of my face, packing my nose with his odor before it crammed my mouth. It was massive! Highly meaty and rock hard as a rock. My eyes watered as it shoveled to the back of my throat, bulldozing my tongue out of the way to hammer behind my uvula. I attempted not to choke, to make a fine impression, but his manmeat was more than I was prepared to handle. Nevertheless, I kept going. It was my duty to him like it was my duty to those who came before. My cock strung up rigidly in my jockstrap, getting tighter and tighter devising the beefy, bearish dude using me. As I hiked my slot for him to perceive it, he continued to poke my hatch as his tough fingers pawed my sphincter. I expected the usual jiggish touching and teasing. But out of nowhere, I sensed a bite followed by the sound of a slap. He tossed his arm down on my hole, shooting agony from my cheeks to my fingertips. Slap! I sensed it again and again, the same shooting pain! I kept my lips locked on his cock, but I was scared each time he spanked my ass. You never know what the Sir will want, but it’s not my role to stop them. Soft and sweet or tough and hard, that’s his hole. His to have fun with, to slap, to breed. So I do what I must, inhaling his alpha cock, and readying myself for what will surely be an intense, aggressive breeding from my fresh owner...
I knew it was coming, but it still astonished me when Sir Myles came back me to the auctioneers. Nothing is forever, but as a slave, I devote myself totally to my owner. It’s not effortless to suffer the corporal requests they have sometimes, but I do my hottest to sate them for as lengthy as they’ll have me. As I got back up on the auction block, I attempted to linger noiseless and demonstrate my worth to my future owner. I wished to make sure Sir Myles didn’t lose value on me, but I was still getting used to the idea that I would not be taking his thick, aggressive cock anymore. As the bids came in and my figure was once again put on display, I looked out into the river of silhouetted men, all their cocktails, showing their wealth and power. Just soles from where my holes were inspected and displayed, they observed my every move. They observed as my puffies were twisted, my ballsack were tapped, and my arse spread and crammed for their amusement. When the bidding ended, I observed a broad, bulky dude ambled forth to claim his prize. He had a meaty neck, barrel chest, and a dense salt and pepper beard. His arms were fur covered up to his knuckles, providing him a wild, brute appearance. His white tee-shirt and bind made him view like a gentleman, but everything about his figure made it clear that he was a beast. His eyes were dark and focused; his stare projected an aura of unspoiled alpha brute power. I sensed the beta instincts of my figure tremble under his gaze. As he ordered me on my knees, my heart quickened. He ran his arms over my body, perceiving my pecs and abdomen as if he were looking for imperfections in a truck finish. I could observe the swelling in his trousers growing, becoming excited from his domination, but he hardly said anything to me at all. He just captured what he wanted. Pawed what he wanted... Even pounded what he wanted. He pulled his cock out of his trousers with the same relief as if he was taking out a pen. His hairy, musky member fell out in front of my face, packing my nose with his odor before it crammed my mouth. It was massive! Highly meaty and rock hard as a rock. My eyes watered as it shoveled to the back of my throat, bulldozing my tongue out of the way to hammer behind my uvula. I attempted not to choke, to make a fine impression, but his manmeat was more than I was prepared to handle. Nevertheless, I kept going. It was my duty to him like it was my duty to those who came before. My cock strung up rigidly in my jockstrap, getting tighter and tighter devising the beefy, bearish dude using me. As I hiked my slot for him to perceive it, he continued to poke my hatch as his tough fingers pawed my sphincter. I expected the usual jiggish touching and teasing. But out of nowhere, I sensed a bite followed by the sound of a slap. He tossed his arm down on my hole, shooting agony from my cheeks to my fingertips. Slap! I sensed it again and again, the same shooting pain! I kept my lips locked on his cock, but I was scared each time he spanked my ass. You never know what the Sir will want, but it’s not my role to stop them. Soft and sweet or tough and hard, that’s his hole. His to have fun with, to slap, to breed. So I do what I must, inhaling his alpha cock, and readying myself for what will surely be an intense, aggressive breeding from my fresh owner...
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