|BoyForSale - BOY AUSTIN Chapter 2 - The Auction - Master Legrand and Austin (720p)|
I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was full of wealthy men. Men from all over the world, all with different, high level positions and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even saw a couple politicians. Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but certain men have a way about them they can’t hide.
It can be easy to feel impressed with the caliber of elite individuals surrounding you, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all want the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the more the other man has, the more you have to fight to get what you want.
Today’s lot was small. Just a couple items being sold. I was prepared to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be exciting just to witness the drama of the transaction without ever placing a bid. But when the “Austin” boy was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.
The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was perfectly presented, beautiful behaved. His skin was smooth and miky, broken up only by the black tie around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his genitals in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at once. His face showed no fear or doubt. He was prepared. Prepared to be owned.
With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the boy quickly and obediently presented his hole out to the crowd, giving us a better look at on what we were bidding. As the masked man’s hands moved over his body, between his delicate parts, and into his body, my mouth watered. My hands imagined they were up his, exploring him in such a powerful way. The thought was enough to get my cock hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid.
Winning was a thrill like nothing else. Not only was I able to feel the upmanship of besting my peers, but I’d just bought the right to own him. To possess him. He was mine to use as I wished. No fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. And that was a power unlike anything else I could have imagined.
When I got my hands on him, this only grew stronger. He shuddered slightly when my fingers caressed his hole, but I could see it in his eyes that his training kicked in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the hard leather over his flesh, he continued to present his soft, delicate butt to me, without showing what fear he must have undoubtedly had. This is what ownership means. It’s not his butt. It’s my butt. And I can do what I want to it.
With the rest of the men now gone, retreated to the parlor for their drinks and small talk, I felt myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master. And there was no debate.
His little boy cock felt like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but most importantly, earned. Even though I knew I owned him, it was even hotter to think he was turned on. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but every response he gave me proved his loyalty and obedience.
When I gave him my cock, he took it in his hand and worshipped it dutifully, taking it deep into his tiny throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He got it perfectly wet in short order, as if even his salivary glands were trained for this purpose.
With the glistening of his spit on my big cock head, I was able to push it into body smoothly and without resistance. Fuck. That was amazing. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to prepare his hole, but he’d never felt a man’s cock inside him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom order sheath.
He felt perfect, wrapped tightly around me. I took my time with him, testing his hole and what it could handle. How deep I could go and how hard I could push before he let out his first sounds of pain and pleasure. But I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now. I didn’t want to break my toy just as he’d become mine...