He was not virgin, not by a long shot, but something about the nature of his submission made him forever smaller and powerless to the needs of his superiors. Austin would moan and exhale deeply, reacting to every lick and tease they gave him. The men would take the boy's cock in their mouths, balls as well as the shaft, as if they were consuming his youthful manhood. Or maybe it was just simply the sight of smooth, soft flesh being kissed and licked. or maybe it was seeing my friends enjoying themselves in ways they couldn't find anywhere else. Maybe it was seeing the taking of the sweet boy's innocence. Something about seeing an obedient, well-trained young guy being completely overtaken by older, powerful men just gets me harder than anything else. Still, once the other buyers came in and began pawing at him and indulging in his body like kids in a candy store, I couldn't resist sitting back, watching, and playing with my throbbing, leaking cock.
It was clear this boy had been fucked hard and repeatedly, and given his size, there's only so much he can take before he softens like a peach. Even as I was looking over young Austin's well-used body, I didn't pay too much attention to the noticeable marked up knees and bruises on his flesh. My senses become heightened and the scent of a boy's nervous sweat drives me wild. The hairs start to take on something of a static charge, as if the energy from my cock surges outward over my body. But from my task and role as an appraiser. Not from their beautiful bodies, of course. There comes a time when inspecting the boys that I can feel myself start to lose focus.