Man Austin Chapter 10: Man Slave
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I knew it was coming, but it still surprised me when Master 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 satisfy them for as long as they’ll have me. As I got back up on the auction block, I tried to remain calm and show my worth to my future owner. I desired to make sure Master 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 sea of silhouetted men, all their cocktails, flashing their wealth and power. Just soles from where my holes were investigated and displayed, they observed my every move. They observed as my nipples were twisted, my nuts were tapped, and my ass stretched and filled for their amusement. When the bidding ended, I observed a broad, muscled man walked forth to claim his prize. He had a good-sized neck, barrel chest, and a dense salt and pepper beard. His palms were unshaved up to his knuckles, giving him a wild, beast appearance. His milky tee-shirt and tie made him look like a gentleman, but everything about his figure made it clear that he was a beast. His eyes were dark and focused; his gawp projected an aura of unspoiled alpha beast power. I perceived the beta instincts of my figure shudder under his gaze. As he ordered me on my knees, my heart quickened. He ran his palms over my body, experiencing my pecs and stomach as if he were looking for imperfections in a camper finish. I could witness the erection in his trousers growing, becoming sexually aroused from his domination, but he scarcely said anything to me at all. He just took hold of what he wanted. Massaged what he wanted... Even porked 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, cramming my nose with his aroma before it filled my mouth. It was massive! Highly good-sized and firm as a rock. My eyes watered as it shoved to the back of my throat, bulldozing my tongue out of the way to strike behind my uvula. I tried not to choke, to make a good impression, but his dick was more than I was ready 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 harder and harder devising the beefy, bearish man using me. As I lifted my shag hole for him to sense it, he continued to shag my gullet as his raunchy fingers caressed my sphincter. I expected the usual jiggish petting and teasing. But out of nowhere, I perceived a nibble followed by the sound of a slap. He tossed his forearm down on my hole, shooting ache from my cheeks to my fingertips. Slap! I perceived it again and again, the same shooting pain! I kept my lips locked on his cock, but I was panicked each time he slapped my ass. You never know what the sir will want, but it’s not my role to stop them. Mild and jiggly or raunchy and hard, that’s his hole. His to have fun with, to slap, to breed. So I do what I must, gargling 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 surprised me when Master 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 satisfy them for as long as they’ll have me. As I got back up on the auction block, I tried to remain calm and show my worth to my future owner. I desired to make sure Master 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 sea of silhouetted men, all their cocktails, flashing their wealth and power. Just soles from where my holes were investigated and displayed, they observed my every move. They observed as my nipples were twisted, my nuts were tapped, and my ass stretched and filled for their amusement. When the bidding ended, I observed a broad, muscled man walked forth to claim his prize. He had a good-sized neck, barrel chest, and a dense salt and pepper beard. His palms were unshaved up to his knuckles, giving him a wild, beast appearance. His milky tee-shirt and tie made him look like a gentleman, but everything about his figure made it clear that he was a beast. His eyes were dark and focused; his gawp projected an aura of unspoiled alpha beast power. I perceived the beta instincts of my figure shudder under his gaze. As he ordered me on my knees, my heart quickened. He ran his palms over my body, experiencing my pecs and stomach as if he were looking for imperfections in a camper finish. I could witness the erection in his trousers growing, becoming sexually aroused from his domination, but he scarcely said anything to me at all. He just took hold of what he wanted. Massaged what he wanted... Even porked 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, cramming my nose with his aroma before it filled my mouth. It was massive! Highly good-sized and firm as a rock. My eyes watered as it shoved to the back of my throat, bulldozing my tongue out of the way to strike behind my uvula. I tried not to choke, to make a good impression, but his dick was more than I was ready 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 harder and harder devising the beefy, bearish man using me. As I lifted my shag hole for him to sense it, he continued to shag my gullet as his raunchy fingers caressed my sphincter. I expected the usual jiggish petting and teasing. But out of nowhere, I perceived a nibble followed by the sound of a slap. He tossed his forearm down on my hole, shooting ache from my cheeks to my fingertips. Slap! I perceived it again and again, the same shooting pain! I kept my lips locked on his cock, but I was panicked each time he slapped my ass. You never know what the sir will want, but it’s not my role to stop them. Mild and jiggly or raunchy and hard, that’s his hole. His to have fun with, to slap, to breed. So I do what I must, gargling his alpha cock, and readying myself for what will surely be an intense, aggressive breeding from my fresh owner...
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