BFS - Boy Aidan - Chapter 4 - The Appraisal
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| Size: 1070573944 bytes (1020.98 MiB), duration: 00:27:34, avg.bitrate: 5178 kb/s Audio: aac, 44100 Hz, stereo (eng) Video: h264, yuv420p, 1280×720, Aidan took my breath away. Something about his sweet, innocent baby face combined with his perfectly smooth, athletic body made my heart melt. Although I can be a bit of a taskmaster at times and have a tough side that I like to explore, some boys make me a brat. Aidan came out, trembling and afraid. He was owned by Master Ballard, so this was the first time he had been away from him since he was bought. Understandably, boys find comfort in their owners. They look to them for protection, nourishment and guidance. They are intentionally lost without them. The assessment is for the boy's own good, but it can often be a detour from his regular routine. They are brought in, stand before me, and I inspect them for their value. Unlike the auction, they see me, feel me, and know that I am being critical. But I am still human under my suit and designer glasses. And what excites others often excites me too. It was a pleasure to run my hands over Aidan's body, feeling the fine hairs of his flesh creep up like little soldiers, saluting me as I looked at them. He stood rigid as a board, keeping his head up and his back straight. Even when I started licking his fingers and teasing his nipples, he obeyed my instructions not to move. Before the others came to witness my work, I whispered in his ear, "it's okay ... I got you. Normally I don't show my hand to the boys. I like them to be alert and ready to serve and obey. But for some reason, I saw in his eyes a desperate need to be held. To be cared for. To be protected. There was a lost and frightened boy standing before me, looking for an older man to take care of him. I wanted to be that man. And maybe in a future sale, I will be. In the meantime, I tasted his hairy hole deeply, tasting its sweet flavor and feeling the soft, smooth lining of his sphincter on my finger. A personal privilege before being inspected and raised. The men came in as I called them in, making their way around me as I began to take my measurements. Aidan was trying not to look at the curious, blinking the lights of his cameras in his eyes and doing his own informal checks. I stepped back for a moment to watch them. I found myself with an unusual jealousy, wishing it was mine. Master Ballard was present, of course, and he was more than safe. But deep down, I wanted to hold the boy close and make him feel valuable. The other masters tasted his cock, taking it in their mouths and bringing him to arousal. Aidan seemed to love being the center of attention, moaning and breathing deeply as they touched and groped him. My cock got hard as I watched him excited, eagerly awaiting the chance to finish my evaluation. Raising a boy is powerful, but possession is the real prize. As I pulled out my cock and prepared to fuck him, I tried to imagine how I would feel having Aidan all to myself. I wanted to be sweet to him, to make him feel special and wanted. But in the same way, I wanted him to see me as his master. As I rode behind him, I kept that thought in my mind, sliding my lubricated cock into his hairy hole. And when I passed, it was as if he was already mine. |
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