Boy Eric, Chapter 2: The Auction
A smile broke over my face and I could see my fellow bidders eyeing me with a jealousy that was almost as thrilling as the idea of my new property. I stood up, buttoning up my jacket, and stepped forward as Master Thirio gestured me forward.
With my new ring of ownership placed around my finger, I could get my first touch and taste of the beautiful bottom boy.
Eric was still oily and warm from his brutal fucking, shaking and trembling but trying to keep himself presentable. His heart was pounding and his lips were now red from his quickened pulse, nipples fully erect and a couple beads of sweat on his brow.
I held his head in place with one hand, my new ring pressed against his neck as my other hand moved down his toned stomach toward his genitals still concealed in his jockstrap. I could feel his breathing stuttering as my unfamiliar hand made its way beneath his waistband and began to fondle his cock.
It was nearly hard with a slippery, slick dripping of pre-cum at the tip. His balls were warm and full, resting between his thighs and practically begging to be tugged. I could smell his perspiration as my face rested beside his, sensing his nervousness and anticipation of what I would do next.
As much as I wanted to fuck him, I took my time first to indulge in his flavor, bending him on all fours and burying my face in his freshly fucked hole. I planted my tongue deep inside, feeling where Thirio’s cock had opened him up for me. I grabbed him by the thighs, shaking his ass and listening to the music he made as he moaned from my mouth. All the while, my cock began to harden more, preparing for the insemination that was now my right.
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