The men are often clouded in their assessment based off the number of quality orgasms they’ve had. And it’s hard to blame them. After all, they put a lot of time and effort (and money) into grooming a boy to their liking; using them, and then auctioning them off when they’re ready. They think what they have is the best thing ever. Which is not an objective position to take. The market crumbles without some sort of correction, and that’s where I happily come in...

I look at the boys both qualitatively and quantitatively. I want to see what they bring to a potential buyer, where their strengths are, what their weaknesses are, and what can be trained and what is ultimately unchangeable.

A submissive spirit is a great start, and not without its own value, but can they suck cock without gagging? Can they fuck without stopping? How fast does their cock get hard? Does it stay hard? Does it cum when I want it to, not just when the property wants it to?

Some things are easily observable, but some things require a sample.

Eli was still largely untested when he came to me. He was no doubt beautiful, but he had not been through the full experience of being owned. He was still very much a submissive boy longing to be dominated and claimed, but hadn’t lived the life of a slave. This wasn’t inherently a problem, but it meant that I had to scrutinize his potential more than his current condition.

He was smooth, young, healthy, and dripping with desire. I could practically smell the desperation to be used in his pheromones. As I touched him, his body trembled and ached. He didn’t recoil or hesitate, but he was still not used to thinking of his body as belonging to someone else. That takes time. But no doubt something someone would pay handsomely to correct.

With the other buyers around to observe, I looked him over from head to toe. He was beyond excited. I didn’t know if it was my own masculine presence he was responding to or the idea of being watched by a group of powerful men. Either way, he was ripe for the taking, and I was happy to be the first among us to sample his hole.

Bending the boy over, I stripped off my clothes and mounted up behind him, making eye contact with my peers, all eagerly awaiting the penetration of my cock. They pulled out their dicks, stroking themselves, turned on by the idea of the systematic breeding of their new find. They would have all loved to be the first, but the rules are clear: they’re not allowed to claim him unless they pay for him. Luckily, they trust me to tell them how much he’s worth.

As soon as I pushed myself in the boy’s hole, I could feel him grip onto me with a passion and a fervor. He was practically fucking me back as I was pounding him harder and harder. That’s a talent that’s hard to train. Especially for rougher tops. But instinctively, Eli seemed to know his purpose and his place. He was a sheath for my cock and a receptacle for my load. And he wanted it more than anything else at the moment.

As I got closer to cumming, I could tell that Eli was going to be an amazing procurement for any of the buyers! And as I erupted into his hole, my moans of pleasure were all the endorsement they needed before he was sent out to be sold...