The Appraisal | THE BOY JACK WATERS | Chapter 2

The Buyers Club had their newest, greenest initiate yet, The Boy Jack Waters, fed, watered, bathed, and groomed. Tonight, he is to be presented to the most revered senior Masters for the Appraisal ceremony. During this event, Masters Banner, Saint, and Stone will thoroughly and rigorously measure, evaluate, and assess every inch and iota of the slave boy.

Holding a clipboard with a multi-page Slaveboy data entry form, Master Banner called out for the fresh merchandise to be brought into the Appraisal Chamber. The Boy Jack was immediately brought forward, blindfolded and escorted, by Master Stone and Master Saint.

The Slaveboy was placed in the center of the Chamber. A video recording device was turned on to document the proceedings. The recording would then be given to the Grandmasters to review and study before giving the Slaveboy the greenlight, allowing him to be put up for Auction.

Once the recording started, The Boy Jack Waters was asked, once again, why he was in their illustrious presence. The young, fresh-faced twink immediately replied that he was there only to serve. Master Saint’s cock jumped in his slacks when he observed a droplet of sweat trickle down from the Slaveboy’s brow. The Boy, donned in only black jockey shorts and a black silk bow tie, was fresh indeed.

Immediately the Appraisal began.

Armed with his steel clipboard and a no-nonsense, steely gaze, Master Banner called for the measurements of The Boy’s entire anatomy. Master Stone and Master Saint sized the still-blindfolded boy while Master Banner feverishly notated every ounce and inch.

No one dared say it aloud, but it was obvious that the new Slaveboy was a perfect specimen. This scrumptious peach would have the Masters at the next Auction event howling in their seats to get a taste.

After the exhaustive work of measuring and appraising the Slaveboy was complete, Master Banner announced that it was time for the second Appraisal phase. Master Saint chuckled to himself as he observed The Boy draw a sharp breath when Master Banner grabbed the Slaveboy’s junk. However, Boy Jack remained wordless, knowing any comment or complaint would nullify the contract.

The Slaveboy’s silk jockeys were summarily removed. Master Stone licked his lips as The Boy was already fully erect. The twink cock pulsed as each of the Masters rubbed, squeezed, and fondled the Slaveboy’s lovely length and satisfying girth.

Master Banner spun The Boy around to expose his tender twink bottom. Master Stone and Master Saint each placed a hand on a boy-buttock and squeezed. Absolute perfection. Master Stone couldn’t get enough of the lad’s cute ass-dimples. The Master had the wherewithal to grab a camera and snap some shots. Future potential Buyers would see the preview photos and pay top dollar to see more, most certainly.

Soon, The Boy Jack was bent over so as to gain better access to every Master’s favorite Slaveboy feature–the smooth, pink, virginal twink boy hole. Master Banner pressed his finger up against the subordinate’s pinched pucker and, to everyone’s sheer delight, there was hardly any give. Tens of thousands of dollars would be smittenly handed over by men at the Auction wanting to be the one to break that in.

After some lengthy fingering and finessing of the tight Slaveboy’s entry, Master Stone stood The Boy back up and pulled the blindfold off of him. Master Saint put a finger up to the lad’s luscious lips, indicating that he remain quiet and wait. A moment later The Boy was driven down to his knees and commanded to open his mouth.

The Boy Jack could count on one hand the number of times that he’d ever given head to another male. Master Banner wondered if The Boy could even suck a penis with any kind of competency, let alone take a huge cock into his throat. They would soon find out, as the next phase of the Appraisal was the examination of oral proficiency.

The Boy Jack proved to have a natural knack and eager aptitude. The surprisingly skilled Slaveboy utilized tongue and lips to the Masters’ great satisfaction. The Boy looked up at Master Banner while he swallowed the daddy-shaft all the way down. The Boy couldn’t help but take note: the normally ice-cold, hard gaze had softened. The Master even allowed for a brief smile. Then it was right back to business.

After the Masters had each been given a satisfactory sucking, the final phase of the Appraisal was announced. The Boy Jack knew what was coming. During his private preparations and self-pep talk before arriving for the Appraisal, the bright-eyed youth had felt confident and ready. But when Master Saint called for a spit-roast exhibition that would gauge the Slaveboy’s true readiness, the Boy Jack’s hard-on really pulsed.

Master Stone swiped his tongue against The Boy’s smooth ass crevice. Then the Master tried putting his finger inside. The hole gave way slightly better than it previously had, but not by much. Whoever fucked The Boy first was going to have to go slow, no need to wreck the inexperienced youth–not right away at least.

Truth be told, the number of penises that Boy Jack had taken in his life were likely fewer than there were men in the room with him now. Master Saint groaned and adjusted himself as he watched his comrade fingerbang the boy. Fresh meat, indeed. Master Stone kept this in mind as he tried to reckon with any reasonable certainty how the youth’s pink hole could clench so tight.

And yet, the Masters would not, could not be deterred or put off. The twink’s virginal boy hole was a treasure that would surely earn countless riches over time- if the Slaveboy could handle it. Then, when the Boy Jack, with shining, determined eyes and round gorgeous ass stuck out, wordlessly begged the Masters to bury their seed deep inside of him, they knew in that moment The Boy’s future was red hot!