BOY TOM - The Appraisal

Chapter 5: The Appraisal


Don’t let the suit and tie fool you. Yes, I have a good education, a comfortable lifestyle, and I know quality when I see it. But beneath the fine wools and silks, I’m just a man. A man of muscle, flesh, and bone. And despite the expectations of society and the men I consider colleagues, I can feel like a wild beast.

Every so often, appraising the slaves tests my own sense of self, making me wonder if I’m more the sophisticated judge or the secret animal waiting to come out. Nothing challenges me more than seeing a smooth, supple, young ass pour out of a jockstrap.

When Tom stood to be inspected, I could feel my tongue drown in saliva, desperate for a taste. Now, of course, I’m permitted to sample the goods of the owners when it comes time to evaluate their property. But it’s hard to hold back my bestial desire to bite and breed their delicious ample backsides.

Nevertheless, I’m committed to my inspections. Making sure the boys are healthy and capable ensures we all enjoy ourselves when we make the decision to purchase a boy for ourselves.

As I wrapped up my observation, I felt something deep inside me, seemingly scratching at the inside of my skin, as if it was a caged creature hiding beneath my chest. It was the beast, the animal, the wildness inside me begging to come out. As much as my mind wanted to assess and critique, that deep, hungry part of me wanted to come out and conquer.

Before long, it came time for me to perform my final task: breeding the boy. It’s a normal, clinical part of my exam, seeing how a boy handles being taken and inseminated, as well as determining the worth of his hole.

I’ll admit, I was not as focused as I normally am. Something about the slave boy, Tom, made me do something I usually reserve for my personal collection… I let out the beast.

Taking off my clothes, letting my cock free, and sliding it between his cheeks, I felt a primal dominance that must surely be reserved for lions. I gripped the side of his hips like I was pawing at prey, punched my throbbing cock through his sphincter, and moved my way inside him with a fierce, aggressive advance.

Tom seemed alarmed, but knew he couldn’t resist. Surrounded by the watchful eyes of other owners and bound to me by my flesh, he couldn’t run away or escape. I had him just where I wanted him, and the power went to my head in a potent way.

Thrusting my hips like a jackhammer, I filled him up with every inch of my manhood, pushing further than I thought possible. Tom took it all, not without a fair amount of struggle, but he never retreated or backed away from my pounding. Every once in a while, I felt his hole tighten around my shaft, gripping me like a cocksucker worships me with his lips. I figured he must have been enjoying it. Good. He’s allowed to like it. Just as long as I get what I want.

I suppressed a growl from deep in my chest, trying to stay in control and not completely let go of my sense of self. But as I neared my inevitable climax, all I could think about was how my seed would fill the young boy’s hole, seeking out the means of reproduction deep in his gut, desperate to carry on my mark. The thought of his hole hungrily gobbling up every drop of me made my balls fill up, flooding over until I felt the rapturous burst of jizz escape the tip of my shaft...