Today’s lot was small. Just a couple items being sold. I was prepared to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be exciting just to witness the drama of the transaction without ever placing a bid. But when the boy named “Austin” was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.

The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was perfectly presented, beautifully behaved. His skin was smooth and milky, broken up only by the black tie around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his genitals in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at the same time. His face showed no fear or doubt. He was prepared to be owned!

With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the boy quickly and obediently presented his hole out to the crowd, giving us a better look at what we were bidding on. As the masked man’s hands moved over his body and between his delicate parts, my mouth watered. My hands imagined they were up his, exploring him in such a powerful way. The thought was enough to get my cock hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid…

Winning was a thrill like nothing else. Not only 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 fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. That was a power unlike anything else I could have imagined!

The feelings only grew when I got my hands on him. He shuddered slightly when my fingers caressed his hole, but I could see his training kick in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the hard leather over his flesh, he continued to present his soft, delicate butt to me, without showing fear. This is what ownership means. It’s not his body anymore. It’s my body now. And I can do what I want to it…

With the rest of the men now gone, having retreated to the parlor for their drinks and small talk, I felt myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master, and there was no debate!

His little boy cock felt like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but more importantly, earned. Even though I knew I owned him, it was even hotter to think he was turned on. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but every response he gave me proved his loyalty and obedience.

When I gave him my cock, he took it in his hand and worshipped it dutifully, taking it deep into his tiny throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He wetted my member in short order, as if even his salivary glands were trained for this purpose.

Using only the spit on my glistening cock head alone, I was able to push it into his body smoothly and without resistance. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to prepare his hole, but I knew he’d never felt a man’s cock inside him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom order sheath!

He felt perfect, wrapped tightly around me. I took my time with him, testing his hole and what it could handle. I wondered how deep I could go and how hard I could push before he let out his first sounds of pain and pleasure, but I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now! I didn’t want to break my new toy just yet…