Marcus hardly spoke when I took him in. His soulful eyes communicated most of what I needed to know. The way he looked at me, I could tell this boy was lost and in desperate need of a man’s touch. Naturally, I knew I could be of some use here!
As I looked him over, I could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. His quiet intensity was thrilling for me, even as someone who had brought many boys into the inventory as I had. His submissive spirit was one of the strongest I’d ever seen, and I could not wait to test out his skills…When I removed ...[Read more]
When I removed his clothes, I was amazed at how perfect and smooth his skin was. It stretched over his muscles as taught as a snare drum. With so little flesh on his body, I knew there was nowhere for pain or pleasure to hide. Every touch, every kiss, every spank would find its way deep inside him. The thought was enough to make my cock hard in my pants, and I knew my buyers would love such a responsive whipping boy.
Immediately, I struck my hand against his bare chest. The reverb pulsed against my hand hard as the force had nowhere to go but into his hard flesh and bone. I could see the boy’s face wince as I did this, but he did not cower. He accepted it. A true giving soul…
The skin reddened in a perfect five-fingered imprint, raised up where I’d made my mark. It was beautiful and I wanted the boy for myself… But I know better than to consume my own wares! I put the boy on his knees and watched as he brought his head close to my crotch. I could hear him breathe in the musk that permeated out of my nuts and through my pants. He wouldn’t say it, but he wanted it. Badly! But, I had not given him permission to enjoy me.
I slapped him across the face, feeling the palm of my big, broad hand meet his smooth, narrow face. His response was intoxicating. A ringing of his bells and a moment of disorientation, followed by the same acceptance and perseverance. This boy wasn’t just eager, he was durable. A highly valuable trait.
I had a series of tests I wanted to perform to assess his strength of will. The first being the nipples. Every boy is vulnerable to these little nubs, but not all are especially sensitive. Some require time and training to get them there. But even still, they make for perfect points of torture. Twisting and teasing can be as effective as any paddle or flog…
As I ran my fingers over his chest, I increased pressure and intensity, wanting to see just how much he could take. I was amazed just how hard I could go before he asked for mercy. Again, not with words, but with his breathy, desperate, submissive sounds. It was like training a new puppy, unable to speak. And when he reached his limit, I gave him a good smack on his chest.
The next test involved his cock and balls. I pulled them out of his pants, stripping him of his jeans and underwear so that I could access them freely. I let them hang low and exposed. I gripped them in my hand like I would the knob of a door. I squeezed it, gently at first, feeling their firmness and warmth in my hand. I turned them, little by little, twisting them until they were like two hard grapes about to be plucked from the vine. And just before they would pop, I let them go…
As they dropped, I loved how they bounced up and down. I ran my fingers under them, feeling them hot from attention, and tapped them again and again. I could tell this made the boy’s insides move as he reacted beautifully from his gut. It was quite a sight to see a submissive endure that kind of genital abuse and still stand for more!
And lastly, my favorite test… His ass. A boy’s hole is his most prized possession. For our purposes, it his true sex organ. Not the penis as he had been told his entire life, but the orifice that was made to receive the loads of his future owners. Some will be gentle, some will be rough, but all must be satisfied with their property’s hole.
Putting him on his back, I looked down at his perfect pucker, primed and ready to be used at my discretion. I placed a glass probe on his hole, held in place by his soft, smooth cheeks. I ran my hands over them, feeling their quality as he dutifully kept himself in place. Reaching for the lubricant, I ran it over his cock before dripping it over his anus.
The shine coming off of his milky skin would be enough for most to big top dollar. But I needed a more thorough inspection of his assets…
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