Tim Armstrong & Austin Young – The Merchandise

It surprised me just how tiny Austin was. Seeing him on the auction block, it was hard to fully appreciate his size compared to the others. But once I got up close to claim him, he was like a pocket-size toy! My first instincts were those of concern. I had just spent a lot of money to own him. Would I break him too easily? With his delicate features, slim waist, and lean body, he seemed to have absolutely no weight to him! I imagined picking him up and tossing him around, but I didn’t want to damage my new possession… As soon as I could, I pulled out my cock to give him the chance to suck me off. Not only did I find it pleasurable, but it set the tone from the beginning. Service me. Gag on me. Take me and don’t pull away. Austin did as he was told easily enough. Tears filled in his eyes as he struggled to swallow me down, but he didn’t stop or resist. That was good. That was very good! Even when it was hard, he kept going. Perhaps he wasn’t so delicate after all. I pulled down my pants, letting my fine clothes hit the floor as my heavy balls hung free. Austin looked at them, eyes wide. He knew what they contained and what he would have to take. I wasn’t his first master and he knew what was expected of him…