The Auction - The Guy Marcus - Part 2
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Marcus seemed like a wish come true when he came up for auction. A stunningly handsome, fit young fellow with a enslaved spirit and physical durability. Eyeing as Felix pounded on his torso and played with his hole, my imagination went naughty with all that I could do with such a strong and seemingly unbreakable body!I love to shove people... It’s what I do. I’ve always gotten under people’s skin, in their heads, in their hearts, and shoveling 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 shove myself. To observe not just what a enslaved is capable of, but what I’m capable of! What would I do given no limits, no safe words? My arm went up immediately, eager to claim him for myself... And when I was the winner, my fuck-stick stood straight up as well!When I got him alone, I probed him carefully. He took direction well. Getting down on all fours when I said. Eliminating 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 comply 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 trousers and deep-throated my fuck-stick dutifully and expertly. He may have been bought and paid for, but he didn’t activity like a whore. I luved that. He acted more like a hungry, eager 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 owner 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 luved it... But like I said, it’s in my nature to push.I ordered him to go down further. He gagged up some saliva and I could observe 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 fuck-stick as low and lengthy as I wanted. Even when it tense him — even pained him — he was devoted to my cock.The true test, however, was not his jaws or his throat, but his hole. I was slew lubricated up from the boy’s persistent throating and I wished to give his butt a true test of its durability. I stayed on my back, fuck-stick up, and ordered Marcus to sit down on it.Every inch of my fuck-stick slid inwards 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 thrust my thighs up into him. rigid and deep into his buttfuck cavity, slamming the peak of my meat against his youthfull prostate. The only reprieve from my brutal fuckin' was gravity pulling my muscular bod down onto the mattress, only to bounce back up into him just as hard.He wanked himself, wanking his beautiful, rigid 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 excited me even more! This stunningly fabulous young man, packaged rigidly around my nude cock, was bringing himself to jism as I penetrated his depths with my cock. I was proud of him and proud of what he was enduring. As I inched myself closer to cumming, I was inventing all the ways I could test him and shove him farther — a thought that brought me to the verge of jizzing myself...
Marcus seemed like a wish come true when he came up for auction. A stunningly handsome, fit young fellow with a enslaved spirit and physical durability. Eyeing as Felix pounded on his torso and played with his hole, my imagination went naughty with all that I could do with such a strong and seemingly unbreakable body!I love to shove people... It’s what I do. I’ve always gotten under people’s skin, in their heads, in their hearts, and shoveling 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 shove myself. To observe not just what a enslaved is capable of, but what I’m capable of! What would I do given no limits, no safe words? My arm went up immediately, eager to claim him for myself... And when I was the winner, my fuck-stick stood straight up as well!When I got him alone, I probed him carefully. He took direction well. Getting down on all fours when I said. Eliminating 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 comply 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 trousers and deep-throated my fuck-stick dutifully and expertly. He may have been bought and paid for, but he didn’t activity like a whore. I luved that. He acted more like a hungry, eager 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 owner 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 luved it... But like I said, it’s in my nature to push.I ordered him to go down further. He gagged up some saliva and I could observe 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 fuck-stick as low and lengthy as I wanted. Even when it tense him — even pained him — he was devoted to my cock.The true test, however, was not his jaws or his throat, but his hole. I was slew lubricated up from the boy’s persistent throating and I wished to give his butt a true test of its durability. I stayed on my back, fuck-stick up, and ordered Marcus to sit down on it.Every inch of my fuck-stick slid inwards 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 thrust my thighs up into him. rigid and deep into his buttfuck cavity, slamming the peak of my meat against his youthfull prostate. The only reprieve from my brutal fuckin' was gravity pulling my muscular bod down onto the mattress, only to bounce back up into him just as hard.He wanked himself, wanking his beautiful, rigid 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 excited me even more! This stunningly fabulous young man, packaged rigidly around my nude cock, was bringing himself to jism as I penetrated his depths with my cock. I was proud of him and proud of what he was enduring. As I inched myself closer to cumming, I was inventing all the ways I could test him and shove him farther — a thought that brought me to the verge of jizzing myself...
Added: 2023-10-20 • Views: 14 • Duration: 23:47