Boy For Sale – THE BOY RIVER – Chapter 7 – Appraisal (with Master Charger and Master Houser)
There’s a reason Marcus is frequently up for auction. And it’s not because his masters don’t want him or think he’s disappointing. On the contrary, he often exceeds expectations, leading the powerful men to brag to their buyer friends about their new prize. But this leads to a healthy amount of covetousness among the men, aching for their chance to see the young slave boy become theirs. And when this happens, the buyers see dollar signs.
When I saw River standing before me, he stood with the discipline and focus of a soldier. Despite lacking the traditional experience and body of a military man, he was just as molded mentally to obey orders and await commands. I barely had to open my mouth as I moved around him, inspecting his body to assess his value.
A qualitative review of his body wasn’t sufficient for the dociers of the young men. Precise measurements are taken of their bodies, including their height, weight, cock length, even the weight of their tesitcles to give would-be buyers a real sense of what they’re getting.
Some men really enjoy the thrill of the physical dominance, the size difference between them and their bought submissives. And without getting up close, this information can be key to them deciding to fight a hard bidding war between them and another buyer.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt to sample the wares of the young men. For someone like River, I was eager to get a sniff of his pits, inhaling the sweet, ripe scent of arousal and unease that his musk revealed. I could tell he was nervous, but he wouldn’t show it on his face. But by using all my senses, the truth outs.
I handled his genitals in my hand, feeling their heat and weight. He was fully engorged within moments, giving me a real sense of what he had to offer. I could tell he hadn’t cum in some time. He was sensitive to my touch and practically trembled from simply cradling his testicles in my fingers.
When I leaned in to give the head of his cock a taste, a glistening bead of pre-cum escaped, as if letting me know he was ready to be taken.
I turned him around to tease his hole. My wet fingers navigated his sphincter, feeling it tighten and loosen with each breath. I couldn’t tell if he was subconsciously trying to fight me or let me in. Either way, my dominant digit found its way inside.
River’s moans echoed into the dark void. Despite the few onlookers watching us, it felt like it was just me and him.
When he was properly presented, oiled, and ready to to try out, I gestured for my buddy, Master Houser, to come out from the dark. The handsome man had been eyeing River for months, his mouth watering at every glimpse of him. He wanted him more than most, and I knew he would pay a lot for the chance to claim him for his own.
When Master Houser approached, I watched him take in the glistening, hard body of the young man. River arched his back to show him his beautiful backside, giving him a full view of his tight hole. I knew from fingering him just how impossibly intact he was, still feeling like a virgin after many, many sessions of hardcore pounding.
Master Houser opened his fly, not even bothering to unbutton his suit jacket, to pull out his throbbing daddy dick. Within seconds, he was piercing the flesh of the young boy, skewering him with his member deep. I could see River’s cling to the auction block, withstanding the sheer force and fire of the sudden penetration. Master Houser’s dominance was on full display and the slave boy River was just his little fuck puppet.
It was exciting to watch, knowing that any moment the salt and pepper daddy would shoot his load up inside River’s hole. The young boy struggled, but he didn’t move away. He was there to take every thrust, no matter what.
I knew Master Houser would be satisfied with him. And I’ll be looking for his bid at the next sale…
