The Appraisal - THE BOY MILO - Chapter 4

The Appraisal | THE BOY MILO | Chapter 4

the boy milo Chapter 4 The Appraisal

Master Marko, Master Reese and Master Stone & The Boy Milo

The Boy Milo may have been one of the newer additions to the auction floor, but he had proven to be a fast learner. Though he was meek and seemingly shy, underneath that facade lay an obedient and willing boy just yearning to do whatever any powerful man would ask and want of him.

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The boy was up for a re-appraisal and the same man that brought him into market—Master Reese—would be the man to oversee the process. He would not be alone, though. Master Marko would perform the appraisal, and Master Stone would be there as an assistant. Everyone had their part to play.

Master Reese could already feel his rising arousal as Master Marko brought the boy out onto the dimly-lit floor. The dark-skinned twink slave was only wearing a black jockstrap, which fully displayed the erection he got just from being led around by the barrel-chested Master Marko.

Master Marko pointed the young man’s stiffness out to the watchful eye of Master Reese, presenting it proudly, as if to say, Look at what a good product he is. Look at how well he’s trained. Master Reese seemed to agree—he couldn’t stop himself from stroking his cock through his pants!

The Boy Milo maintained an expression of uncertainty on his face, and there was even the gleam of nervousness in his eyes as Master Marko’s hands roamed all over The Boy’s body, running a measuring tape from his young arms to his chest, then to his stiff little-boy cock. Master Reese and Master Stone joined The Boy Milo and Master Marko on the floor to poke and prod at the quivering product. Boy Milo found it difficult, if not impossible, to hide his enjoyment he felt with Master Reese’s touch, especially once he sensed the man’s tongue enter his boyhole.

The jacket came off Master Reese first, then his vest, and tie, and trousers. The other Masters bent the boy face-down-ass-up, and ran their hands over him.

Master Stone oiled both the moaning Boy’s hole in addition to Master Reese’s stiff, rigid meat to enter it. The Boy Milo’s cheeks were glistening, slathered with oil. His moans turned to grunts of ecstasy as Master Reese’s meat flooded and pulverized every inch of his tiny cavern.

Masters Marko and Stone surrounded the boy, putting fingers in his mouth and jerking him while Master Reese pistoned the hole. It was at that moment that Milo realized that being surrounded by a trio of men three times his size—completely at their mercy, with their deep, resonant voices vibrating in his head like a hypnotic spell—he felt, finally, at ease.

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