The Auction – Felix Kamp, Ryan St Michael, Chase Daniels
After thoroughly testing one of my new boys, Chase, I knew he would make me an incredible profit. Her face, body, and disposition (which was the perfect blend of coy and demure) were everything my clientele loved about my merchandise. He was quick to submit and perfectly obedient.
I brought it to the stage and started bidding at the normal rate. I teased him a little, letting my hands roam his body. Almost immediately, he shivered. Any little fear he might have had at the beginning of the process is completely gone. The bids instantly increased, accompanying his moans.
I oiled him for the men, his body jerking as I rubbed his sensitive nipples. With the sum of the bids now in the six figures, I had the boy bend over and get on all fours on the display table for his potential buyer. I had barely brushed against his hole when I felt his submissive little body jerk again. I let a single digit slip, he groaned hungrily and the throws jumped even higher.
I pulled his hard cock out of the confines of his little black jockstrap. I grabbed the boy’s sac and oiled it, rubbing and tugging firmly. His cock jumped alive. I also drowned it in oil and I could feel it throb. I teased him with slaps and pulls between healthy jabs.
I put the boy on his knees. His rigid cock faced the buyers and I groped along his chest. Tweaking his nipples elicited the perfect response from customers; a pathetic meow of pleasure.
Master St. Michael won the bidding war. I allowed him into the room when I left to escort the other shoppers out.
Master St. Michael explored the boy’s body the same way I was doing. He paid close attention to those sensitive nipples and watched closely as Chase’s cock jumped and begged for release.
The master took off his coat and faced the boy. On command, Chase dutifully unbuttoned the winning bidder’s pants, sliding them off his waist. He unbuttoned the older man’s shirt and the two kissed, letting their tongues grapple for a moment.
Master St. Michael then stood behind his purchase and plunged into the boy’s hungry hole with his masterful tongue. After a deep fuck with tongue and a few fingers, the hairy man stood up and pointed his own curved, rock-hard cock at Chase’s hole. He got his head in first, with the rest of the rod going into the boy’s parachute with ease.
The Master punched the boy, making him moan in ecstasy. After some time at the perfect pace, Mestre St. Michael felt his own balls tighten a little. He had the boy climb onto his back, then the successful buyer slipped back into his prize hole and let the boy know with just a stern look that he wanted their eyes to meet as he unloaded inside. The man started moaning and grunting as he reached for the handle and poured it into the hole he’d just bought and paid for. Chase also covered himself in his own seed.
Master St. Michael took some of the boy’s semen from his stomach and made him taste it, which Chase did with hunger and without any protest. The Master leaned down and kissed his new slave; the bid was worth it.
