The Boy Cole has become a proven and well-tested product. With a stunning face, taut body, big-boy dick, and perky butt to match—it comes as no surprise to any of the Masters that Cole fetches such high bids. Not to mention, Boy Cole has turned being an obedient, subservient, and willing sex slave into an art form. He’s been around the block and in enough hands to know his routine, and know what to expect from the various stages of selling. The time has come for his appraisal. For this, Master Legrand has Master Snow and Master Patrick join him in evaluating. The three older men bring the subservient stud into the room and get to work. Boy Cole looks a tad more nervous than usual, but as Master Snow and Master Patrick begin letting their large warm hands roam over The Boy’s body—nude except for a black jockstrap and matching bowtie—sends the feelings to his face quickly turning his look into one of soft pleasure. It’s this obvious rapture that has helped the Boy Cole perfect his place as a best-seller. Even before the men bring in the measuring tape, it is clear as day to see the boy is rock-hard, lost in lust even before men slip his jockstrap off. The Boy’s dick appears to bounce and jolt as each of the older Masters makes his way around him, measuring various parts of his body and copping feels as they surround him from all sides. While it may seem like the men are in control by the very virtue of their titles and positions, it is clear Boy Cole has something of a hypnotic effect on older, wealthy men. His gasps, his moans, his swaying hips entrances the men. These Masters, riled up, can barely contain themselves—they simply must taste the boy. With one mouth on his neck, another on his chest, and another on his rigid cock, Boy Cole can’t help but roll his eyes into the back of his head as he’s licked and kissed like an ice cream cone. Soon The Boy is stripped fully nude and the older men take turns in feeling up, prodding at, and tasting The Boy’s flesh. Boy Cole’s own experienced mouth pairs beautifully with his Master’s cocks as they rotate around him. He is splayed as an object between them, his moans muffled in their crotches. When the time comes to test the maintenance of his prized hole, Master Patrick and Master Snow waste no time in slipping their fat cock heads and long shafts into the boy’s hungry, willing chute. Master Snow pounds him on all fours, while Master Patrick takes the missionary route. Just like before, Boy Cole is pushed and turned into positions not of choice, but of servitude. Each of the men pumps their long, stiff rods in and out of the boy until they unload streams of cum into the Boy Cole’s guts, painting his insides with their DNA. For Master Wolf, this appraisal will likely mean a staggering rise in the bidding for the Boy Cole.
