As soon as I got Jack up on the presentation block, I was delighted with how
well he took to his new position. When I took off his clothes, I began to think
of him more as a product and less as my flesh and blood. I could see what
attracted me to him, yes, but I began to see him as something the buyers would
love to. It took everything in my power not to fuck him right then and there. I
wetted my fingers and toyed with his hole, feeling the familiar sensation of his
soft, stretchy sphincter around my digit. It fit like a ring, tight but smooth.
I knew he would make someone very happy. As I continued to open his hole,
tasting it, sniffing it, and feeling it relax on the end of my tongue, I could
see Jack playing with his rock hard cock, turned on beyond expectation. He had
never been treated like this before. He'd never been with a man who would use
him, dominate him, and make him feel like what he is: a slave. I knew I was
going to have to open him up. Really stretch the limits of his hole. It was just
the way of it. Not just because I love him, but because he needed to know what
it's like to be taken by a man of my position: a master. It would be rough, and
a little scary, but it would be the ultimate test of potential. If he could
handle that, he'd be well on his way to being someone's prize possession...
Featured: Jack Bailey, Lance Charger
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