Lance Charger Takes Control of the Latest Boy for Sale, Richie West

When the Buyer’s Suit Comes Off, His Dick Comes Out.

Among the creepiest and most erotic websites vying for our attention is Boy for Sale, which tackles one of the most taboo of the taboo fantasies. The visceral satisfaction in giving up all right to personal bodily autonomy, to be bought and sold purely as a sexual commodity to be used and potentially placed back on the market. In “The Auction,” we see yet another pale white boy sold to the highest bidder; a much older, dominant man.

“The Boy Richie” is brought out by Jack Dixon and placed on a platform for display. All around them is darkness. The light chatter of auction attendees can be heard in the distance. The face of one bidder is partially visible. Richie West is barely dressed in a black jockstrap and black bow tie. Although his initial expression may be misunderstood as sullenness, I believe it’s supposed to be arousal. Sometimes I get those two confused, which explains some awkward misunderstandings I’ve had.

Jack toys with the boy’s body, playing with his nipples, rubbing his chest, inspiring moans, and giving him instructions about how to pose. As the heat of their play rises, so does the bidding. Bids are shown in the upper right corner of the screen and begin at an impressive $70,000. Not a bad day’s work. Jack’s work is not what you might call bad, either, seeing as his next task is to cover the twink’s nudity with oil, making his whiter than white skin positively glow. It can’t do any favors for Jack’s suit, but presumably, some of the $70,000+ can go toward his dry-cleaning bill.

Richie looks up at the older man with pleading eyes, which Jack clearly interprets as a request by the lad to have his thighs felt up and his junk fondled underneath his jockstrap. More oil is applied to his exposed flesh, and he’s placed on all fours for inspection. First up for a close look and a firm grip are his cock and balls. Then the most important part of the boy other than his mouth enjoys a thick rain of oil. Nicely lubricated, Jack can now insert a cylindrical glass toy into the awaiting canal and start Richie’s moaning anew.

The bids keep going up as Jack removes the toy and thumbs the young man’s delicate rosebud. Once he begins stroking Richie’s chest, the bidding has closed at an admirable $175,000. If they pay Jack a decent wage, his suit will be fine. I mention this because I know it was a concern.

“He’s yours,” Jack says to Richie’s new owner, Lance Charger. The handsome, grizzled bear looks mighty distinguished in his suit and tie. His mastery of the scene is complete as he looks his new prize over, nuzzles the boy’s face with his gray whiskers, kisses him with mouth wide, and runs his tongue over the unmoving plaything’s lips. Now it’s time to check out the good stuff. Lance moves to Richie’s side and feels about inside his jock. Testing the goods, Lance slaps the kid’s thigh a few times and massages his shoulders, getting to know the terrain with his hands. Then he instructs the boy to get on all fours with his ass facing him. The better to stick a thumb up his hole and give him a smack on the butt cheek, actions deemed worthy of more moans from the youth who no longer owns his hole or cheeks.

Some people can accomplish in a single gesture what it takes an entire scene for another performer to achieve. Such is the case with Lance when he removes his suit jacket and remaining garments slowly, as he circles the body he has invested so much money into, evaluating it. Once out of his dress shirt, the muscular man pushes his gracile possession’s head against his chest. Richie knows what to do from there. He immediately begins to work on his elder’s sensitive nipples.

The silver bear growls his approval and brings the toy’s face up for kissing and light face slapping. A man can only take so much smoochy-smoochy before he wants his cock sucked. Lance has reached that moment and removes his pants, points at his underwear with obvious intent. There is, Richie soon learns, a large and thick erection waiting for him beneath the fabric. It’s the role that Richie was born to play and he plays it like a submissive master. He takes a good mouthful of meat and, when he draws his head back, the light stream of drool that emerges is hot as fuck.

Speaking of which, Lance finds that his cock hungers for more than just a hot, wet, barely legal mouth wrapped around it. He retrieves the metal lube dispenser and commences to gently sup on the boy’s delicate nether region. “Show it to me,” he orders. “Yeah, just like that,” the real Master of the situation groans in approval. It’s something the generations can agree on because Richie is thoroughly enjoying this getting-to-know-you phase. “Oh, yeah,” he moans rather unoriginally but nonetheless sincerely. “That feels so good.”

That’s a good thing because it’s time to stick things other than a finger or a tongue into that warm tunnel. Lance rubs a generous amount of lube into it and slides his cock in with no trouble at all. The boy responds perfectly, moaning and panting wildly which only encourages the dominant Lance. He grabs onto the back of the boy’s jockstrap and slams away fiercely before telling him to “flip over.”

Moved about on the platform like a doll, he erupts into loud moans of approval that blend with the man in charge of the action’s groans and growls. “Fuck! You’re going to make me cum,” Lance proclaims. He then proceeds to make this happen through a series of savage thrusts that ultimately lead to him growling loudly and dumping a hot load inside of the kid’s rectum. This makes both of them happy and so they kiss, Lance having officially marked Richie as his own for however long he chooses to keep him. After all, there is always another Boy for Sale.

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