a cult leader making a new purchase.
@problematiqce
As with all underground auctions, many buyers wished to inspect the latest merchandise. "The boy is pretty enough to look at, but how tight is his cunt?" Julius inquired, head tipping into the auctioneer's direction. It was an elderly gentleman who grinned with some missing front teeth as he gestured encouragingly for Julius to inspect further, including feeling the boy's cunt if necessary. "Yes, I shall have a feel for myself…" His voice rolled deeply, like subdued thunder--------------- the same type of warmly masculine tone that lulled his members into a sense of security and profound desire. Charming and intoxicating, as any proper religious leader should be. He shoved forward and began to trace a rugged hand along a little creamy thigh, then between the boy's legs. "And what name belongs to you, little one? Or have they left you nameless?"
