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Master Charger, Master Houser and The Boy River
January 13, 2022 | Full Length Video : 23min 37sec
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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.

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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…

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River loves being objectified. The way he feels when all eyes are on him is a rush like no other! He wants to be seen as a fuckable piece of meat; something to be used and toyed with. [Read More]
Chapters
1. The Merchandise 25mn
I love being objectified… The way I feel when all eyes are on me and I’m only seen as a fuckable piece of meat is a rush like no other! I love being used and toyed with, giving up my bodily autonomy to a dominant man and letting him control my pleasure. That’s what made Master Legrand’s offer so tempting. The tall, handsome man spoke to me with such power and confidence, telling me of the opportunity to have my fantasies fulfilled. I could tell he was sizing me up, taking stock of my physical attributes, as if he was eyeing a shiny new product. It made my heart race and my cock hard just thinking of the offer he proposed. All I had to do say yes… I don’t know if it was my attraction to him or the fantasy that made me do it, but I wanted to feel that rush again and again. I wanted to be someone’s plaything, valuable and covetted. I knew Master Legrand could make that happen. I was blindfolded as we made our way to what he referred to as “the shop.” The blindfold didn’t come off until I was deep inside the building, away from any markers or signs of location. I got nervous for a moment, knowing that I had no sense of where I was, but I swallowed my fear and enjoyed my building erection. This was real… I was his! Away from the rules of the outside world and in this secret space, I was ready to have my fate decided. Master Legrand put on a mask and led me through a black curtain. As we moved through, I saw bright spotlights pointed at me as men whispered quietly behind them. I couldn’t make out who they were, but it was exciting to think that they were there to watch me… To possess me. To claim me as their own! Master Legrand guided me onto a raised platform, putting me on display for his guests. I looked up at him, desperate for him to dominate me, and turned on by my current situation. He ran his hands over my body, teasing my nipples, making me beg for more. I couldn’t take my eyes off him… I hoped he would do to me what I’d always dreamed about without having to ask for it. It felt so good! He held me in place, toying with my mouth, lightly smacking my body, and putting me in my place. I was so horned up, I almost completely forgot about the onlookers behind the lights. He pushed me on all fours, pulling off my pants quickly and aggressively. A part of me felt fear, but I knew this was just part of the thrill. I’d been conditioned to expect civility and equality, to reject being pushed around. I knew I had to let that go if I was going to become a good piece of property. Despite my brain’s discomfort, my heart and cock were at peak arousal! I knew I made the right call… Master Legrand pulled down my pants, exposing my ass to him and who knows who else. He continued to rip them off, stripping me completely naked with just a couple tugs of the fabric. My eyes stayed on his hands, curious as to what he’d do to me next, and knowing that I was in no position to stop him. He tugged at my testicles, tightening them in his grip; forcing my ass to rise up and present my hole. His hands fell hard on each cheek, slapping again and again, raising red imprints on my ass. With each impact, I felt my cock growing harder in his hand; eager to feel it again and again… I would do anything for him! Anything to feel like his property — his piece of ass! As others looked on, I knew they were hoping for the chance to use me just like this...
2. The Auction 25mn
I watched as Boy River was brought out onto the familiar stage. Countless boys have come through this room to be put up for auction… Many of whom I’ve bid on and won. Boy River was something unique, however. From the second he was put on display, I could tell he wanted to be there. Most boys are a little unsure and hesitant at first. That’s usually part of the thrill… Bringing a boy to climax and seeing him appreciate his place as property. For Boy River, however, it was clear in his gaze that he wanted to be possessed. This was something he’d thought about for years — possibly his whole life! I knew he wasn’t looking directly at me. How could he? There was no way he could single out one master from the rest… But the way his eyes looked into the dark crowd, I felt strangely hypnotized by him. It was as if had some kind of control over me… Some compelling draw that piqued my interest! Seeing Master Steele work his nipples into a reddened, swollen state was exciting enough, but the boy’s hungry gaze never ceased. Even as Master Steele’s rough hands smacked his firm stomach and teased his loins, Boy River stayed focus on the crowd; never stirring more than to moan, as if saying to us all: “take me.” My hand shot up as quickly as my concealed cock. I leaked into my pants as I watched him present his cute, furry hole. There was something wild about him, something that needed to be broken in, and the idea of bringing such a hungry boy to heel was worth any price! When I won his auction, I saw his eyes meet mine for the first time. His piercing gaze was still there, only now it was focused on me… Only me. The room stilled and the watchful masters observed our interactions, but Boy River was keenly aware that his duty was to me. To obey me, to service me, and above all else, to worship me! I knew he wanted it. He needed it! As I undressed, I handed him my clothes, ordering him to fold them neatly and put them away. His lost expression told me that he hadn’t even learned how to properly handle a superior’s clothing — something that would need to be taught later, but I didn’t mind… I liked the idea of molding him to my needs! For now, he needed to be bred; fucked and inseminated to satiate his hunger. I had to give him what his heart desired, but I also needed to cement my control over him. When I fed him my substantial cock, the little boy seemed to be completely overwhelmed by my size of my manhood. As he took me into his mouth, beads of tears ran down his face as he struggled to take me into his mouth. When he looked up and make eye contact with me, his eyes held a message, as if conveying every emotion and thought in his young mind. Even though his body struggled, his heart was desperate to continue! The thought made me even harder as I shoved my shaft deeper into his throat; watching him gag, but never retreat. If this was how he sucks cock, I thought to myself, I could only imagine how beautiful it would be to breed his tight hole…
3. The Auction 23mn
When Master LeGrand brought River out for his first auction, I knew he was something special. The way his body responded to him, I could feel it in his core that he wanted to be possessed. Every intrusive grab or pat, every moment that his genitals were mine to control, every order of how to be and where to be — all making his oversized young cock rock hard in his tiny jock… It was hard to see him leave my control when he was sold, but such is the way of things. I knew I would always remember when I first had him in my collection. To possess such a creature, I knew, would be a joy unlike any other! My spine straightened when I saw him brought up for auction. Smooth, small body, perky butt, boyish face, and the sound of his moans… His moans! I’ll never forget his moan. It was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and discovery that was unlike anything I’d ever heard. I’m a tall, handsome man, and have gotten plenty of young bottoms to submit to me before… But the way River reacted, it was like every touch was the first, separate from any previous experience, and uniquely informed by the hands of his master. It was a beautiful thing to watch him be fondled for all to see. He was focused solely on the hand that touched him and not those that raised to bid. He cared for nothing else! He was focused, hungry, and most of all, obedient. I had to have him for myself! I had to be his master, to do with him as I desired. I knew then that he’d never been fucked and bred before, and I wanted to be the one to break him in. Before any other man could have him! As soon as I won the bidding, I could see his passion focus on me. He was quick and eager to please, warmed up by the auctioneer. He wanted to finish what had been started, rushing at me to be fucked. I wanted him my way, in my time, and at my pleasure. I was quick to coach him, telling him to slow down, follow my lead, and how to properly worship me… I watched as the excited boy began to understand me. He paused, taking in my size with his eyes, appreciating my authority and my place in his world. I knew he would need to be trained and disciplined, but deep down in his heart, I could see that he wanted to please me. It would take some doing, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he would fear and revere me, treating me like his king and god. I would accept lax behavior for the moment, but the real work would begin in his heart and mind, not just between his legs...
4. The Prize 21mn
Master Steele and I have known each other for quite some time. Running in the same social circles, and now, as fellow buyers, we have a lot more in common. I admire his dedication to his body and his appearance, as well! There are few who project so beautifully the power and control he has over people. Following his purchase of the boy, River, we were relaxing over a drink in the parlor, reflecting on our recent transactions. River was certainly a great prize to have won, and I admitted that I was a little jealous of my friend’s good fortune. Dallas smiled at me, taking a sip from his drink, and offered to let me try him out! I didn’t know what to say. It was a very generous offer and it was hard to accept. Masters have a special ownership and claim to their boys and don’t share them very often. For many, being the sole cock the boy is tasked with servicing is part of the thrill of their ownership. But Dallas had a different take on it... He told me with a devilish grin that his boy was currently locked up in his cage, waiting for him to return and fuck him. And not only that, Dallas told me that he would love to see his boy dominated by another man; put to use by whomever he lent the boy to without question or hesitation. The offer made my cock leak. Thinking about taking River’s hole was exciting enough, but the idea of sharing him with my friend and colleague was extra special! I finished my drink as Dallas invited me back to his playroom to get my first taste of his toy... Walking into the dark room, I loved seeing the small boy locked up in his cage! He had the excited look in his eyes that many of my own slaves have had in the past. Eager to be set free, happy to pay the price of servicing my cock to be given that small bit of freedom. He looked at me through the bars, keenly aware of why I was there. Dallas told him he was going to take care of us both, and just like that, River gave me a look of worship that I didn’t expect. He wasn’t just happy to go along with his master’s command, but he now had permission to embrace me as if I was his master... Dallas and I took off our pants, pulling out our large cocks as the boy took them into his tiny hands. He seemed completely dwarfed by our shafts, feeling our heavy balls slap against his wrists as he stroked our cocks. One by one, he took them into his mouth, debasing himself and filling his cheeks with our thick meats while we chuckled to each other. We felt like gods, and to River, we were! When I told him to put both cocks in his mouth, I could see him struggling to make them fit, stretching his mouth open wide, drooling over our manhoods as he tried his best to take them both. It was a fool’s errand, but he didn’t give up... And feeling my wet cock up against Dallas’, I couldn’t wait to go even further! This boy was about to be totally used and filled in every hole, and the look in his watery eyes said he wanted it just as bad...
5. The Slave Boy 18mn
River is a sweet boy... His eyes look up at me with so much delight and desire! Were it not for the collar around his neck and the cage keeping him in place, he would seem like any other boy next door. I like that he’s mine and that I can use him as I see fit, but even with my rightful dominance, I can still see his own desires. When I take him out of his slave cell, he springs up with enthusiasm, knowing that I’m about to put his holes to work. Normally I expect my slaves to be patient and follow my lead, but River is hungry for my touch and attention! Even when I instruct him to remove my clothes, his eagerness causes him to move faster than I’d like. Repeatedly, I have to tell him to go slower... It’s not that I don’t appreciate his interest. Of course he’s interested. But it’s not about him. It’s about me! Respecting me. Honoring me. Worshipping me. Taking off my clothes should be a religious experience. A gift! Even as it’s an order, it’s my desire I want him focused on, not his own. I can’t say that I blame him too much. I know who I am and the effect I have on others. I’m a tall, powerful, muscular man with a strong body and a big dick. Boys have been lusting after me most of my life. But for River, I’m more than that. He’s my property. My purchase. My slave. And I don’t like when I see him acting for himself... It’s alright, though. I can certainly train him harder and longer. Boys like him just need to be broken in. And luckily for me, that’s a process I enjoy thoroughly! I’ll make him submit to my cock, to my authority, and learn to worship me as the god that I am. Fucking him won’t be gentle or soft, but it’ll be for his benefit. His tiny, smooth, youthful frame will have to withstand the force of my massive body and hard, penetrating fuck. I know he can handle it physically! It will be his test to let his sense of self go and become a hole to fuck and breed. And then he’ll be ready. Then he’ll truly be my slave...
6. Auction Indulgence 23mn
The first thing that struck me about the boy River was his discipline. He’s handsome and fit, for sure. Well built and compact. But his demeanor and presentation were undeniable. Kneeling on the auction block, River displayed an unflinching dedication to his purpose: being an object and being objectified. As Master Legrand began to work his body, I was amazed by how docile and agreeable he was to all manner of probes and gropes. With his balls tightened and squeezed, he reacted as one would expect, but never asking to stop or running away. His mind was focused on taking it and taking it all. Legrand presented River’s hole, giving us the chance to see it open and exposed. It was a thing of beauty, tight and fresh with just the slightest cover of hair encircling it. It took to the man’s large fingers quite well, showing off his impressive receptivity and durability. Even before it was properly lubed, it submitted to Legrand’s hand, with the only visible struggle on the boy’s face. And even that was exquisite. As the winner of the auction, it was my duty to see him bred, having him claimed and inseminated as part of the transfer of ownership. Knowing the rules of our organization as I do, I knew it was not necessary for me to be the breeder, just as long as he leaves with a fresh load inside. I wanted to fuck him, of course, but something about seeing him so expertly used turned me on far more. Executing my authority on my new property and indulging my fantasy, I told my colleague, Master Legrand, that I wanted to see him take my property while I watched. Legrand was surprised, but not resistant. After all, he well knows what River is capable of, and was more than happy to give me a thorough demonstration of his skills. Sitting back in my chair, I ran a hand over my swelling crotch as I watched River take the tall man’s giant cock out of his pants. And as he took it deep into his mouth, I knew he was worth every penny I spent on him...
7. The Appraisal 24mn
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…