I wasn’t sure what I’d discover when I took my seat. The auction hall was full of wealthy guys. Men from all over the world, all with different, high level poses and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even saw a pair politicians. Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but certain chaps have a way about em they can’t hide.
It can be effortless to feel impressed with the caliber of elite individuals surrounding u, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all wish the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the greater amount the other dude has, the greater amount u have to fight to acquire what u wish.

Today’s lot was tiny. Just a pair items being sold. I was prepared to sit taut, keep quiet, and simply see the sale in act. It can be gripping just to witness the drama of the transaction out of ever placing a bid. But when the “Austin” chap was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.

The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was perfectly presented, nice-looking behaved. His skin was smooth and miky, broken up solely by the darksome tie around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his genitals in place. His large eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everybody and no one at one time. His face showed no fear or doubt. He was prepared. Prepared to be owned.

With each snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the guy quickly and obediently presented his gap out to the crowd, giving us a more good look at on what we were bidding. As the masked man’s hands moved over his body, betwixt his tender parts, and into his body, my throat watered. My hands imagined they were up his, exploring him in such a beefy way. The thought was sufficiently to receive my jock hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid.
Winning was a thrill like no thing else. Not solely 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 dream, no role play. He belonged to me. And that was a vigour different from everything else I could have imagined.

When I got my hands on him, this solely grew stronger. He shuddered slightly when my fingers fondled his gap, but I could watch it in his eyes that his training kicked in, steeling himself to endure whatsoever I presented. Even as I took off my strap and ran the hard leather over his flesh, this chab continued to present his soft, tender wazoo to me, out of showing what fear that guy need to have undoubtedly had. This is what ownership means. It’s not his booty. It’s my ass. And I can do what I desire to it.

With the rest of the males now gone, retreated to the parlor for their goodies and tiny talk, I felt myself come into my vigour. My authority. Everything I’ve pumped up myself to be. I was the corporalist. And there was no debate.
His little chap dick felt like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but almost any importantly, earned. Even though I knew I owned him, it was even hotter to think that guy was turned on. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but each response this chab gave me proved his loyalty and obedience.

When I gave him my dong, this guy took it in his hand and worshipped it dutifully, taking it unfathomable into his petite face hole. He was so tiny, his wrist appeared to be thinner than my girth. He got it perfectly juicy in short order, as if even his salivary glands were disciplined for this purpose.
With the glistening of his spit on my large shlong head, I was able to shove it into body smoothly and out of resistance. Fuck. That was awesome. His brow furrowed slightly, the solely sign of his doubt. It was his 1st time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to prepare his aperture, but he’d at no time felt a man’s 10-pounder inside him. He was being shaped to my schlong, like a custom order sheath.

He felt consummate, wrapped tightly around me. I took my time with him, testing his gap and what it could handle. How unfathomable I could go and how hard I could poke in advance of this chab let out his 1st sounds of pang and fun. But I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now. I didn’t desire to break my toy just as he’d become mine...

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