I had long heard tales of Boy Marcus River, but he had been off the market for years. Finally, he was available again, and I had the chance to meet him during his appraisal. He exceeded all my expectations, pleasuring me with an enthusiasm that was almost puppy-like. I yearned to take him further, but Master Jack Aries cleverly secured that privilege for himself.
Everything about Boy River was flawless. I knew I had to have him. Though appraisers aren’t supposed to bid on slaves, I managed to pull some strings and gain permission. As a shrewd businessman and skilled poker player, I knew how to bluff my way through. When faced with resistance, I feigned financial strain, suggesting I couldn’t bid much anyway. Knowing the bidding would be competitive and drive up the price, my modest bids seemed innocuous.
In truth, while I wouldn’t go bankrupt for a boy, I had ample funds and was willing to pay handsomely to experience him fully. Ultimately, I paid a high price, but less than my maximum, and Boy Marcus was worth every cent. Auctions at the Collective are both thrilling and grueling. They always culminate in a boy being sold, but the process is drawn out, with members attending just to enjoy fine whiskey, expensive cigars, and the spectacle.
The auctions are as much a live sex show as a slave sale. Auctioneers have free rein with the boys, except for virgins whose first experiences are reserved for the highest bidders. An auctioneer can choose to take the boy during the sale, and it’s customary for the new owner to do the same, either in public view or behind closed curtains. Many revel in displaying their prowess.
I won the bid, determined not to lose. I chose to close the curtain, not out of modesty—my physique and endowment are enviable—but because some things are best left to the imagination. I wanted the Collective to hear Marcus’s reactions and wonder. I started by making him take me in his mouth, knowing he couldn’t handle my full length. But his tight body could stretch to accommodate me elsewhere.
I made him impale himself on me, knowing the initial discomfort would make his sounds of struggle all the sweeter. Once he was riding me with ease, I took control, fucking him deeply and thoroughly. I had paid dearly for this boy, and I intended to enjoy every moment. The next auction could wait; I was claiming my property, fucking my seed into him, making him truly mine.
Boy For Sale
THE BOY RIVER Chapter 9 – The Auction
I had long heard tales of Boy Marcus River, but he had been off the market for years. Finally, he was available again, and I had the chance to meet him during his appraisal. He exceeded all my expectations, pleasuring me with an enthusiasm that was almost puppy-like. I yearned to take him further, but Master Jack Aries cleverly secured that privilege for himself.
Everything about Boy River was flawless. I knew I had to have him. Though appraisers aren’t supposed to bid on slaves, I managed to pull some strings and gain permission. As a shrewd businessman and skilled poker player, I knew how to bluff my way through. When faced with resistance, I feigned financial strain, suggesting I couldn’t bid much anyway. Knowing the bidding would be competitive and drive up the price, my modest bids seemed innocuous.
In truth, while I wouldn’t go bankrupt for a boy, I had ample funds and was willing to pay handsomely to experience him fully. Ultimately, I paid a high price, but less than my maximum, and Boy Marcus was worth every cent. Auctions at the Collective are both thrilling and grueling. They always culminate in a boy being sold, but the process is drawn out, with members attending just to enjoy fine whiskey, expensive cigars, and the spectacle.
The auctions are as much a live sex show as a slave sale. Auctioneers have free rein with the boys, except for virgins whose first experiences are reserved for the highest bidders. An auctioneer can choose to take the boy during the sale, and it’s customary for the new owner to do the same, either in public view or behind closed curtains. Many revel in displaying their prowess.
I won the bid, determined not to lose. I chose to close the curtain, not out of modesty—my physique and endowment are enviable—but because some things are best left to the imagination. I wanted the Collective to hear Marcus’s reactions and wonder. I started by making him take me in his mouth, knowing he couldn’t handle my full length. But his tight body could stretch to accommodate me elsewhere.
I made him impale himself on me, knowing the initial discomfort would make his sounds of struggle all the sweeter. Once he was riding me with ease, I took control, fucking him deeply and thoroughly. I had paid dearly for this boy, and I intended to enjoy every moment. The next auction could wait; I was claiming my property, fucking my seed into him, making him truly mine.