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July 15, 2021 | Full Length Video : 28min 34sec
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Eli surprised me.

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When I’m brought in to appraise the merchandise of the collective, I’m usually inspecting young men who have been bought and sold several times over. Anyone with any sense of ownership and resale knows that prices change over time, depending on a number of variables. The buyers trust my judgement and know what I am capable of giving their boys an honest, impartial value.

The men are often clouded in their assessment based off the number of quality orgasms they’ve had. And it’s hard to blame them. After all, they put a lot of time and effort (and money) into grooming a boy to their liking; using them, and then auctioning them off when they’re ready. They think what they have is the best thing ever. Which is not an objective position to take. The market crumbles without some sort of correction, and that’s where I happily come in...

I look at the boys both qualitatively and quantitatively. I want to see what they bring to a potential buyer, where their strengths are, what their weaknesses are, and what can be trained and what is ultimately unchangeable.

A submissive spirit is a great start, and not without its own value, but can they suck cock without gagging? Can they fuck without stopping? How fast does their cock get hard? Does it stay hard? Does it cum when I want it to, not just when the property wants it to?

Some things are easily observable, but some things require a sample.

Eli was still largely untested when he came to me. He was no doubt beautiful, but he had not been through the full experience of being owned. He was still very much a submissive boy longing to be dominated and claimed, but hadn’t lived the life of a slave. This wasn’t inherently a problem, but it meant that I had to scrutinize his potential more than his current condition.

He was smooth, young, healthy, and dripping with desire. I could practically smell the desperation to be used in his pheromones. As I touched him, his body trembled and ached. He didn’t recoil or hesitate, but he was still not used to thinking of his body as belonging to someone else. That takes time. But no doubt something someone would pay handsomely to correct.

With the other buyers around to observe, I looked him over from head to toe. He was beyond excited. I didn’t know if it was my own masculine presence he was responding to or the idea of being watched by a group of powerful men. Either way, he was ripe for the taking, and I was happy to be the first among us to sample his hole.

Bending the boy over, I stripped off my clothes and mounted up behind him, making eye contact with my peers, all eagerly awaiting the penetration of my cock. They pulled out their dicks, stroking themselves, turned on by the idea of the systematic breeding of their new find. They would have all loved to be the first, but the rules are clear: they’re not allowed to claim him unless they pay for him. Luckily, they trust me to tell them how much he’s worth.

As soon as I pushed myself in the boy’s hole, I could feel him grip onto me with a passion and a fervor. He was practically fucking me back as I was pounding him harder and harder. That’s a talent that’s hard to train. Especially for rougher tops. But instinctively, Eli seemed to know his purpose and his place. He was a sheath for my cock and a receptacle for my load. And he wanted it more than anything else at the moment.

As I got closer to cumming, I could tell that Eli was going to be an amazing procurement for any of the buyers! And as I erupted into his hole, my moans of pleasure were all the endorsement they needed before he was sent out to be sold...

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THE BOY ELI

Before being groomed, Eli was like many carbon copy twinks in the world. He was preoccupied with looks, youth, vanity, and status. Not wealth or power, but wanting to be wanted. He did everything he could think of to be desired by men of substance. Tattooing his body, piercing his flesh, marking himself to look as he thought others wanted him to look. But deep down, his desire was much more simple. He didn’t just want to be wanted. He wanted to be owned. Claimed, fucked, and filled by a powerful man who could see beyond the set dressing of his body and into his soul. To see what he really was: a boy, a submissive, and a slave.

Played by Eli Bennet
MASTER CHARGER

Master Charger is brought in to appraise the merchandise of the collective, inspecting the young men to give their owners honest, impartial value for resale purposes as well as to feel secure in their investments. A prized specimen in his own right, Master Charger is a stunningly handsome mature daddy with salt and pepper hair, a trimmed beard, a bodybuilder’s physique, and a powerful, insatiable desire to breed. Whether on the auction block, up for assessment, or the property of the dom, boys tremble and quiver at the thought of being under foot to the powerful daddy, making him an impressive presence among the buyer society.

Played by Lance Charger
MASTER LEGRAND

Master Legrand works hard and knows what he likes. He’s tall, handsome, and perfectly hung. He could get any man or boy he wanted, but traditional, casual sex doesn't always satisfy him.

Fortunately, he belongs to an elite cadre of gentlemen who share similar tastes and desires--in particular, a desire for those who long to be owned. He loves the thrill of being worshipped by a truly submissive boy, not just someone playing a part.

As a member of this secret group, he’s able to indulge in his deepest fantasies with the most pristine, virginal boys without compromising his innate dominant nature.

Played by Legrand Wolf
MASTER BALLARD

Master Ballad is a little gruff and a little rough. His big presence and stature make him an intimidating figure whenever he steps into the room. The respect he gets from this response is the biggest turn-on for him, especially when fucking and breeding a smaller, younger boy!

He can find that thrill online and in bars, but there’s nothing quite as exciting as having a boy to own and use as he sees fit. His beer-can thick cock is more than most can handle, but when he owns a boy, he knows they’ll do whatever it takes to endure the girth of his massive manhood!

Played by Max Sargent
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The Boy Eli

Before being groomed, Eli was like many carbon copy twinks in the world. He was preoccupied with looks, youth, vanity, and status. Read more...
The Boy Eli: Chapters
1. The Grooming 31mn
Eli was like many twinks I’d seen before. Preoccupied with looks, youth, vanity, and status. Not necessarily wealth or power, but wanting to be wanted. He did everything he could think of to be desired by men like me. Tattooing his body, piercing his flesh, marking himself to look as he thought we wanted him to look. But boys like Eli don’t understand… it’s not the clothes or trinkets that make them desirable. It goes so much deeper than that. When Eli came to me, I could see that he wanted to be free from that game. He wanted to be stripped bare and cleansed of his vapid, skin-deep obsessions. He wanted to be wanted, yes, but it was more than that. He wanted to be possessed. I brought him back to be checked out. He was handsome and lean, albeit a little unsure of himself. Even with designer jeans and a slim-fitting polo, he was looking to me for a sign of approval. He wanted to be taken, but didn’t know what that would entail. But from the look in his soulful eyes, I could tell he trusted me. Which is all I needed. I stripped him of his clothes, his protection, his facade. I removed the piercings he had in his ears and tongue, remaking him as I wanted. Clean, classic, ready to be sold. His body was so smooth. My hands slid over him, playing with his nipples, watching him react as he released control of his body to me. I could tell it excited him, but also scared him. As I felt his bare buttocks, played with his balls and felt his tight, hungry hole, I could see his true nature. The boy. The submissive. The slave. It didn’t take long for him to transform to what I needed him to be. A gentle touch of his penis, a few well-timed spanks, and a firm grasp on his neck, and he was practically begging me for more. He didn’t say a word, but the way he breathed was like a language to itself. As I stroked his shaft, I could hear him getting closer and closer to cumming. It wouldn’t take long before he poured his cum out for me, but I wasn’t done testing him out. After all, he wasn’t there to be pleasured. He was there to be appraised. Lubing up his hole, I saw the look in his eyes that revealed more than any interview ever could. He wanted to be opened, to be fucked, to be filled, and to be claimed. Of course, I was tempted. But he wasn’t mine. ...Not yet.
2. The Appraisal 29mn
Eli surprised me. When I’m brought in to appraise the merchandise of the collective, I’m usually inspecting young men who have been bought and sold several times over. Anyone with any sense of ownership and resale knows that prices change over time, depending on a number of variables. The buyers trust my judgement and know what I am capable of giving their boys an honest, impartial value. The men are often clouded in their assessment based off the number of quality orgasms they’ve had. And it’s hard to blame them. After all, they put a lot of time and effort (and money) into grooming a boy to their liking; using them, and then auctioning them off when they’re ready. They think what they have is the best thing ever. Which is not an objective position to take. The market crumbles without some sort of correction, and that’s where I happily come in... I look at the boys both qualitatively and quantitatively. I want to see what they bring to a potential buyer, where their strengths are, what their weaknesses are, and what can be trained and what is ultimately unchangeable. A submissive spirit is a great start, and not without its own value, but can they suck cock without gagging? Can they fuck without stopping? How fast does their cock get hard? Does it stay hard? Does it cum when I want it to, not just when the property wants it to? Some things are easily observable, but some things require a sample. Eli was still largely untested when he came to me. He was no doubt beautiful, but he had not been through the full experience of being owned. He was still very much a submissive boy longing to be dominated and claimed, but hadn’t lived the life of a slave. This wasn’t inherently a problem, but it meant that I had to scrutinize his potential more than his current condition. He was smooth, young, healthy, and dripping with desire. I could practically smell the desperation to be used in his pheromones. As I touched him, his body trembled and ached. He didn’t recoil or hesitate, but he was still not used to thinking of his body as belonging to someone else. That takes time. But no doubt something someone would pay handsomely to correct. With the other buyers around to observe, I looked him over from head to toe. He was beyond excited. I didn’t know if it was my own masculine presence he was responding to or the idea of being watched by a group of powerful men. Either way, he was ripe for the taking, and I was happy to be the first among us to sample his hole. Bending the boy over, I stripped off my clothes and mounted up behind him, making eye contact with my peers, all eagerly awaiting the penetration of my cock. They pulled out their dicks, stroking themselves, turned on by the idea of the systematic breeding of their new find. They would have all loved to be the first, but the rules are clear: they’re not allowed to claim him unless they pay for him. Luckily, they trust me to tell them how much he’s worth. As soon as I pushed myself in the boy’s hole, I could feel him grip onto me with a passion and a fervor. He was practically fucking me back as I was pounding him harder and harder. That’s a talent that’s hard to train. Especially for rougher tops. But instinctively, Eli seemed to know his purpose and his place. He was a sheath for my cock and a receptacle for my load. And he wanted it more than anything else at the moment. As I got closer to cumming, I could tell that Eli was going to be an amazing procurement for any of the buyers! And as I erupted into his hole, my moans of pleasure were all the endorsement they needed before he was sent out to be sold...
3. The Prize 33mn
The moment I felt my dick slide inside Eli’s body, I knew I had to have him. It’s part of the job to evaluate and assess the worth of the boys that come through, but occasionally some strike me as truly exceptional. And while I could easily undervalue the ones I find most appealing, I’m nothing if not ethical. Well, mostly... Eli is the type of slave in whom no amount of price fixing would matter. As soon as he was placed on the auction block, it was an absolute frenzy as to who would claim him. My load was still fresh in his hole from his appraisal and I knew I couldn’t let him slip through my fingers. I placed my hand high to make sure I was the winner and could claim him for myself. My heart raced when I was alone with him for the first time. His beautiful face and lean body were practically sculpted by a higher power. He was no accident of simple breeding. He was created. Created to be owned and possessed. And here I was, sitting on a bed with him kneeling before me, waiting to serve me however I desired. I started slow, not wanting to rush the moment. I ordered him to take off my shoes and socks; he kissed my feet and inhaled the blend of rich leather and musk. It’s a primal thing to see a boy take in my scent, marking them from the inside and letting them know me by my natural fragrance. I could tell they had a pheromonal effect on him. His eyes lit up and a smile crossed his flawless face. Good. He understood the importance of an olfactory bond. I stood up to let him undress me. I workout hard in the gym which causes my suits to get tight around the shoulders, yet he carefully removed the jacket and placed it to the side, respecting me by respecting my clothing. His immediate submission and obedience was enough to shoot a rush of energy to my cock, compelling me to find a suitable place for it. “Take it out,” I ordered. I watched him drop to his knees like he was born to be down there. And within seconds, he had my thick, throbbing manhood between his soft, pillowy lips. Something about seeing someone so young and beautiful worship my cock is unlike anything else. And knowing that he was just as much mine as my suit made me even harder. He looked up at me with pure joy. He was as much in heaven as I was. Seeing his master, his god, his owner in total control. I like to think I’m not too bad on the eyes myself, and judging by the bulge in his black jock, he was plenty turned on. Eli was so good at sucking my knob, I felt like I could burst a load right into his mouth without even giving a warning. The thought of my cum pouring down his throat into his stomach was certainly appealing, but I knew well just how beautiful his hole was. I needed to get back inside. Eli got up on the bed and presented himself to me, giving me a view of his hole that was certainly worth every penny I spent. I buried my face in it, licking it and kissing it, practically ready to eat it. His pink pucker tasted so fresh and sweet, it was practically candy. I lapped at him, feeling his hole tighten and relax as my beard and tongue grazed its insides. He trembled, both from pleasure and fear, but I knew he would love every second of my fucking. After all, I was his master and that’s what he was bought for. I put him on his back, watching as he lifted his legs up readying himself for my shaft. He was nervous, but I tried my best to calm him. I may be his owner, but I’m not a monster. I tried to measure my eagerness to his readiness, but I may have gotten a little ahead of myself. As I slid my meat into his hole, he gave me a concerned look, surprised by the speed and depth I was able to reach in a single thrust. I paused. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I waited for his face to let me know I was good to proceed. Fuck, he felt good! As I could see his worry turn to craving, his eyes begged me to keep going. How could I resist him? I picked up the pace and, within moments, I was jackhammering his guts like he was nothing more than a toy. Of course I would be careful with him. After all, he was my prize. And I wouldn’t do anything to break what’s mine...
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