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Master Kamp, Master Legrand, The Buyers Group and The Boy Austin
January 25, 2019 | Full Length Video : 23min 38sec
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Master Legrand has been good to me. He’s taken care of me, fed me, and kept me safe. But I know that I’m not his forever. Property changes hands all the time. And I’m no exception…

Tonight Master Legrand showed me off to some of his friends. Wealthy and powerful men like himself. All prospective buyers. All potential masters for me. I knew I had to impress them. Not just to make my master happy, but to also show my obedience to my future owner.

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They sat around and talked for a while. Drinking their expensive spirits from crystal glasses. At first, they talked of business, politics, and how they shape the world. It felt like being in the presence of royalty… Perhaps I was!

As they spent their time, I served them, tending to their needs and doing as my master requested. Towards the end of the night, my duties became more involved…

I showed off my body to them at Master Legrand’s request. He showed them my most intimate and private parts. Strange men of all different interests, taking their turn feeling my body, my hole, and my cock. They talked about me, evaluating and inquiring about me as if I wasn’t there. But I know that I’m just an object, no different than any other prized property.

My master had me show them, too, how I could get fucked. In the private company of his colleagues, I took his bare cock, riding it as I propped myself up on his legs. For a moment I thought it was awkward and exposing. I was embarrassed, initially, but then I remembered my role — what I had agreed to. I was to do whatever Master Legrand asked… Including getting fucked in front of his friends.

As he grew inside me, he commented about my hole, telling them how good I was, how well trained I was. It was strangely exciting. Seeing the men all staring at me, watching as I took a big cock inside me, all of them grabbing at their own cocks, aroused and intrigued… It was very arousing!

What came next was even more exciting than I could have predicted. Master Legrand had me go to each of his friends, one after the other, and let them sample my wares. They played with my nipples, tasted my body, and tested my hole for fit. Each one took their turn, sliding their raw cock inside me, seeing how deep they could go…

I looked at Master Legrand. His usual pleasant smirk was gone. He was in business mode. He carried the same stern look on his face that he had whenever he was on the phone or looking at his papers. His cock was hard and he stroked it as I worked my way around the room, but it was clear what was on his mind; money.

One after the other, I let them inside me, feeling their balls slap against my hole, doing as they requested. They weren’t allowed to cum inside me… At least not yet. As Master Legrand said, that was the one of the privileges of ownership.

I don’t know if my master had any inkling of jealousy. He watched stoically as I was passed around, serving his friends as diligently as I served him. Perhaps his concept of ownership was beginning to fade, diminished as each new cock penetrated the hole that he’d first claimed…

In the end, I knew my days as Master Legrand’s property were coming to an end and soon. The men I pleased appeared satisfied with my body and my obedience. As a final show of goodwill, I was made to lie on the floor, arms, legs, and hole stretched out, as they took turns finishing themselves over me. Cum poured over my face and my flesh — each man looking at me with lustful and possessive eyes. Only time will tell who I will belong to next. I just hope I can make them happy as well…

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Austin was, until he dropped out, a senior in high school. Recently he even started attending classes at the local junior college which is remarkable only because he looks quite a bit younger. [Read More]
Chapters
1. The Merchandise 37mn
Breaking a boy in is hard work! Even when they want it — when they know they need it — it’s more of a delicate art than a science. You have to study the boy, feel his body, find his will, and where he's strongest… And where he’s his most vulnerable. When I found little Austin, he was alone and cold on the street. He appeared frail, too small and thin to be a man full grown. It wasn’t until I thoroughly assessed him that I found that this was just his natural way. He would always seem small and frail. In my experience, that is what many of my clients find the most valuable! For Austin, breaking him wasn’t just a matter of showing him my authority. It was clear he would listen to me and do what I told him. But when I touched him, he had a moment of hesitation. There was doubt. A feeling in his mind that he was supposed to protect himself. But it was normal. This was part of the correction process. Part of the hard work ahead… All his life, he’d been told he was his own person. His own man. He had been told that he needed to be strong and independent. Responsible for his future and the path he would walk. I could see it in his eyes as soon as he looked back up at me. He was lost, confused, and desperate for a place in this world. He didn’t want this responsibility. He didn’t want to have that burden. I had to free him from this notion. Free him from his true cage; autonomy! Austin first needed to be stripped of himself. His identity. His history and expectations. I brought him into the staging area, a dark, secluded room where I could help him undergo this essential transformation. He was nervous and shaking, but through the fear in his eyes, I could see his heart bursting with hope. He didn’t know what was coming, but deep down, I knew he’d be happy that he didn’t have to be the one to decide. I ran my hands over his body, feeling him, assessing him. He trembled… Something to fix before he heads to auction. I placed him down on all fours, splayed out, still weak from the street, barely able to keep up his insubstantial weight. I tried to calm him, running my hands over his head and face, petting him like a stray puppy. I was amused by how my palm seemed larger than his entire head. It excited me, and I knew it would excite my clients! I tested him to see how he would respond to my authority by removing his clothes. I pressed his nipples, feeling them grow firmer and more sensitive as I twisted and squeezed them. I had to assess his limits if I was going to get a fair price for him, so even as he squealed and moaned, I persisted, discovering that upper limit… I felt my cock grow harder as I held his neck in my hands, seeing him suppress his fear as he continued to yield to me. I knew my purpose in that moment wasn’t to gain satisfaction, but this beautiful boy inspired it in me. Seeing him, feeling him in the grip of my hand… I wanted to possess him and own him. But he wasn’t ready yet. He still was clinging to the idea that his body was his. Even as I reached my hands down into his pants and grabbed his boy cock, I felt that flinch of resistance. He was as hard as I was, but not yet a possession… I pulled down his pants, freeing him from the garments of his past, the last threads of his individuality. I gave his nuts a good tap, hearing him squeal through the pain. He stayed in place. A good sign! I placed a hand over his mouth, silencing him. An act that made my cock even harder. It wasn’t until I had him naked and on all fours, his butt up in the air, reddened from my hand, that I could feel him beginning to give up the control. His tight, smooth hole was completely vulnerable to me, taking to my oiled fingers with increasing ease and acceptance. I was impressed with how much it could take, and I was certainly not gentle! I oiled his body, seeing the red marks deepen as blood rushed to where I’d been. Slick and submissive, he began to melt in my hands. His cock was fully erect, pulsing in my grip as I reached for it. I knew I had to open him up, stretch his virgin hole, and see the look in his eye as the final bit of himself slipped away… The self that would become my property, my object. My merchandise…
2. The Auction 37mn
I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was full of wealthy men. Men from all over the world, all with different, high level positions and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even saw a few politicians! Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but certain men have a way about them they can’t hide. It can be easy to feel impressed by the caliber of elite individuals surrounding you, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all want the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the more the other man has, the more you have to fight to get what you want… Today’s lot was small. Just a couple items being sold. I was prepared to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be exciting just to witness the drama of the transaction without ever placing a bid. But when the boy named “Austin” was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive. The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was perfectly presented, beautifully behaved. His skin was smooth and milky, broken up only by the black tie around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his genitals in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at the same time. His face showed no fear or doubt. He was prepared to be owned! With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the boy quickly and obediently presented his hole out to the crowd, giving us a better look at what we were bidding on. As the masked man’s hands moved over his body and between his delicate parts, my mouth watered. My hands imagined they were up his, exploring him in such a powerful way. The thought was enough to get my cock hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid… Winning was a thrill like nothing else. Not only was I able to feel the upmanship of besting my peers, but I’d just bought the right to own him… To possess him! He was mine to use as I wished. No fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. That was a power unlike anything else I could have imagined! The feelings only grew when I got my hands on him. He shuddered slightly when my fingers caressed his hole, but I could see his training kick in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the hard leather over his flesh, he continued to present his soft, delicate butt to me, without showing fear. This is what ownership means. It’s not his body anymore. It’s my body now. And I can do what I want to it… With the rest of the men now gone, having retreated to the parlor for their drinks and small talk, I felt myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master, and there was no debate! His little boy cock felt like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but more importantly, earned. Even though I knew I owned him, it was even hotter to think he was turned on. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but every response he gave me proved his loyalty and obedience. When I gave him my cock, he took it in his hand and worshipped it dutifully, taking it deep into his tiny throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He wetted my member in short order, as if even his salivary glands were trained for this purpose. Using only the spit on my glistening cock head alone, I was able to push it into his body smoothly and without resistance. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to prepare his hole, but I knew he’d never felt a man’s cock inside him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom order sheath! He felt perfect, wrapped tightly around me. I took my time with him, testing his hole and what it could handle. I wondered how deep I could go and how hard I could push before he let out his first sounds of pain and pleasure, but I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now! I didn’t want to break my new toy just yet…
3. The Prize 29mn
I stayed in the corner, waiting and ready. It was our first day together since I was sold and I wasn’t sure what was needed of me. I watched as Master Legrand sat on the edge of his bed, filing through papers with a stern look on his face. He was clearly someone important. Someone who had a lot of expectations on him. Responsibilities and demands. People obviously depended on him. I know how hard that can be. It was easy for me to give up, but I could tell this was a man who thrived on it. Still, I knew it wasn’t my job to simply admire him. It was my job to serve him. Hours went by. He sat and worked the day away. I sat, still and obedient until I had a thought; maybe he needed a break. A distraction… It was risky making such a bold move on my own. But I knew he’d correct me if I was wrong. Hopefully he wouldn’t trigger my decorated collar, but I didn’t like seeing my master so stressed! Crawling from my corner like a puppy needing attention, I moved my way between his legs. He didn’t look up for his papers at first, but once I began to toy with his zipper, he looked down into my eyes. I could see a friendly smile meeting mine. He was amused and pleased. Yes! I was doing what he needed. The tall man reached his long arm down, feeling my butt. The black bow tie collar and the black straps of my jockstrap were the only thing I was permitted to wear, so he had easy access to my hole. As he should… It’s his now! His hole to play with as he sees fit… It felt good to have him tease me. His warm hands were a welcome reprieve from the open, cool air. I pulled out his cock, now rock hard and pointing up at my face. I pleased him, and it showed! Taking him into my mouth, I felt his massive member hit the back of my throat. I had to settle my urge to gag at first. An urge that would too often make itself known. I had to work on that. I wanted to be better for him. Although every time I couldn’t contain my reflex, he seemed to get even harder. Perhaps he got off on seeing me struggle. “Pop that butt for me,” he whispered. I did as he commanded, pushing my ass into his hand and arching my back. With his member in my mouth and his fingers on my hole, I was completely in his control. This was what I always wanted, and experiencing total submission in that moment, I knew there was nothing more of a turn on! The jockstrap worked hard to contain my own erection, but as my master’s hands explored more of me, it was an impossible task. Master Legrand pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned back in bed. The papers he’d so carefully studied were now strewn about the side of the bed like discarded clothes. I was the sole focus of his attention now. It was a heady thing to consider! I was his property and he was now playing with me. I crawled towards him, missing the feeling of his cock in my mouth. My sole purpose was to serve him. To worship him… To make him feel like the king he was. I made my way between his long legs and felt the warm, hard shaft make its home between my lips again. With a mouth full of my master, I looked up at him again. He had a smirk that was undeniably sexy. He was a man of means and great power, and I was able to make him smile! I felt honored just to have his cock in my mouth, but I wanted to give him everything. He already owned it, but I wanted him to take it… “That’s a good boy. Take off my pants.” I obeyed his command, springing up from my position to pull gently on his fine clothes. The rich fabric was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I thought for a moment that I shouldn’t be allowed to handle something so fine, but then I saw the glistening saliva from my mouth drip down his long shaft onto the woolen material. I supposed then that my fingers were no worse. With his pants off, I could see his balls hanging low. They were heavy, suspended by a long scrotum. I knew what they contained and what was coming. What they held so dear would be inside me once more. And it was everything in the world to me… “Let’s see if this can fit inside you,” my master said playfully, holding up his cock straight in the air. It seemed impossibly large. Even bigger than it was before! He took off my jockstrap, peeling it off my narrow hips, as he pulled me forward. Straddling his legs, I felt his massive cock brush up against me, and I knew what I had to do. Taking it into my hand, I could feel it was still wet from my mouth. I took a breath and placed it up against my hole. Remember my training, I relaxed my ass and slid it inside in one steady motion. Master Legrand’s eyes widened with delight, not just from the feeling of my warm insides wrapping around his throbbing cock, but also with the thrill of knowing that I could take him simply and without hesitation. I felt him grow even larger inside me, stretching out my hole. He nodded and I began to do my duty, rocking back and forth on his bare cock, knowing that my only job now was to make him cum…
4. The Slave Boy 24mn
It can be tricky to separate yourself from feeling humanity for your property. Seeing a sweet set of eyes, an adorable face, and a small, tight body can almost make you forget that your slave isn’t a person. At least, not in the way we think of people… Austin does make me very happy and I care for him deeply, but it would be irresponsible for me to confuse those feelings. He is my property, bought and paid for! I own him and he is mine. And while soft, sweet sex is nice, I need to remind him — and myself — what our relationship is. To this end, there are certain rules. One, when we’re eating, I eat first. He serves me, watches me eat, and takes my plate away. After this, he’s then allowed to be fed. He cannot speak unless I speak to him first. Even then, I explicitly have to ask for a response. The most helpful rule has to be our sleeping arrangements. I have my bed, warm and big. But Austin? I’ve been provided a cage for him to sleep inside of… It’s big enough for him to be comfortable, but it’s kept in a separate room, locked each night with a key that only I have access to. This sets the tone of our relationship and makes his standing abundantly clear. He begins every day with the sound of my key and ends every day in the security of my control. Last night I locked him up as usual, guiding him into the secure room. I felt horny, so I decided to use his body one more time before I turned in. Being that he’s mine, he has to do what I say. No objections… He took off my clothes as he worshipped my cock, looking up at me the whole time. Something about the way he looks at me, I can tell he’s not just obeying. He fears me and respects me. He sees me as his superior and master. He would do anything for me, and gladly wants to! As he had his mouth on my cock, I could feel it growing bigger inside his throat, pushing the walls further apart to make room for my manhood. He obediently held me in place, fighting against his watering eyes to continue to service me. Beside his cage is a bed of my own. I never sleep in it… It’s not for that purpose. It’s where I do my real work as a master and owner. I laid Austin down as easily as if he was a pillow. His small, delicate body seems to have no weight at all. With him on his back, legs up, I penetrated him deeply and forcefully. As my personal sex toy, he took me without complaint. Based on the sounds he made, it seemed like it hurt him a little. Maybe I was rough, but still, he laid there and continued to take me as I pushed deeper and deeper. Even in moments of discomfort, he didn’t fight. Didn’t resist. Which only made me even harder! As I said, it can be tricky to separate yourself from feeling humanity for your property. Austin feels pleasure, he even feels pain, but the purpose of this room — this kind of fuck — is to put that all aside. He’s mine. I own him. And I am entitled to use him as I see fit. No matter how rough or how hard… Nothing gives me a good night’s sleep better than the full and complete pouring of my seed into his hole. And with a mouth on his mouth and my cock in his whole, I’m sure to sleep soundly…
5. The Party Favor 24mn
Master Legrand has been good to me. He’s taken care of me, fed me, and kept me safe. But I know that I’m not his forever. Property changes hands all the time. And I’m no exception… Tonight Master Legrand showed me off to some of his friends. Wealthy and powerful men like himself. All prospective buyers. All potential masters for me. I knew I had to impress them. Not just to make my master happy, but to also show my obedience to my future owner. They sat around and talked for a while. Drinking their expensive spirits from crystal glasses. At first, they talked of business, politics, and how they shape the world. It felt like being in the presence of royalty… Perhaps I was! As they spent their time, I served them, tending to their needs and doing as my master requested. Towards the end of the night, my duties became more involved… I showed off my body to them at Master Legrand’s request. He showed them my most intimate and private parts. Strange men of all different interests, taking their turn feeling my body, my hole, and my cock. They talked about me, evaluating and inquiring about me as if I wasn’t there. But I know that I’m just an object, no different than any other prized property. My master had me show them, too, how I could get fucked. In the private company of his colleagues, I took his bare cock, riding it as I propped myself up on his legs. For a moment I thought it was awkward and exposing. I was embarrassed, initially, but then I remembered my role — what I had agreed to. I was to do whatever Master Legrand asked… Including getting fucked in front of his friends. As he grew inside me, he commented about my hole, telling them how good I was, how well trained I was. It was strangely exciting. Seeing the men all staring at me, watching as I took a big cock inside me, all of them grabbing at their own cocks, aroused and intrigued… It was very arousing! What came next was even more exciting than I could have predicted. Master Legrand had me go to each of his friends, one after the other, and let them sample my wares. They played with my nipples, tasted my body, and tested my hole for fit. Each one took their turn, sliding their raw cock inside me, seeing how deep they could go… I looked at Master Legrand. His usual pleasant smirk was gone. He was in business mode. He carried the same stern look on his face that he had whenever he was on the phone or looking at his papers. His cock was hard and he stroked it as I worked my way around the room, but it was clear what was on his mind; money. One after the other, I let them inside me, feeling their balls slap against my hole, doing as they requested. They weren’t allowed to cum inside me… At least not yet. As Master Legrand said, that was the one of the privileges of ownership. I don’t know if my master had any inkling of jealousy. He watched stoically as I was passed around, serving his friends as diligently as I served him. Perhaps his concept of ownership was beginning to fade, diminished as each new cock penetrated the hole that he’d first claimed… In the end, I knew my days as Master Legrand’s property were coming to an end and soon. The men I pleased appeared satisfied with my body and my obedience. As a final show of goodwill, I was made to lie on the floor, arms, legs, and hole stretched out, as they took turns finishing themselves over me. Cum poured over my face and my flesh — each man looking at me with lustful and possessive eyes. Only time will tell who I will belong to next. I just hope I can make them happy as well…
6. The Auction 22mn
As much as it’s hard let go of what was mine, seeing Austin on the auction platform is a special thrill. He’s so obedient, so well trained! He came to me disciplined, but I like to think I gave him some extra structure as well. After all, I was his first and only master! From the moment I won him and inseminated his tight, virgin hole, he was mine to mold and shape. And now, seeing him back on the block, I knew he was an even more valuable prize for whoever should win him next… With the crowd of men watching, I show off his best assets. With a simple snap of my fingers, he presents his fuck hole perfectly, showing its pristine, tight pucker. My big cock had definitely worked it hard, but it still retained its original purity. With his cute face and smooth body, no one would ever have thought he was no longer a virgin if he didn’t disclose otherwise. As I ran my hands over his body, I saw his cock grow harder in his tight jockstrap. He still responded to my touch, aroused and ready to be used and fucked. Of course he knows what he’s now meant to do. He’ll please me, yes, but his job now is to give me the best return on my investment. I’ve put many nights, many hours into Austin. And now, I’m going to get the best payout! The dark room buzzes with murmurs and chatter as other men see my possession on display. I take his cock in my hand, squeezing it, teasing it, even firmly tapping his balls, showing just how much he can take. I see the bids come in faster, pleased with his durability. This gives me another idea… I snap my fingers and Austin kneels in front of me. I open his mouth. His bottom lip hangs still in the air, soft and supple. It’s hard to not kiss it… But I want to show them just how far he’d come under my ownership. Pressing a finger on his tongue, I look in his eye, and pressing down slowly. I don’t have to say anything. He obediently keeps his mouth open and his face still as my long digit creeps to the back of his throat. As I continue, I see his eyes tear up, holding back his strain and discomfort, but through that, he shows stillness. He didn’t cough, choke, or gag. He took me deep into him and didn’t fight or struggle. This wasn’t true when I first got him, and I know this will command a good price. Men would love the opportunity to shove their fat cocks into this slave’s mouth, knowing they can use it and fuck it at their pleasure… I pull my fingers out. I snap my fingers again. Austin puts himself on his back, spreading his legs, lifting his ass up for my view. I reached down to prepare him for the main exhibition. With a bottle of lube in my hand, I pump out the liquid onto his hole. It looks so beautiful, glistening and reactive to the wet substance dripping around it. His hole puckers and pulses, seemingly involuntarily, eager to take what’s coming to it. I pull a glass probe from the side, warming it in my hand, watching Austin’s eyes widen. He loves nothing more than being used and dominated, quivering and ready to feel his hole used for an audience! As the glass toy presses against his hole, I circle his sphincter, watching his hard cock hang down toward his face. Its tip shines as precum makes its way out. He’s excited, horny, and ready. Still, he obediently waits, legs spread, hole relaxed. He’ll wait there for as long as I want, do what I command, and take whatever I give! And now, a whole room full of bidders are eager to have him for themselves…
7. The Prize 20mn
There’s nothing better than winning. That feeling you get under your scalp, the exciting electric tingle, it makes you feel stronger… Taller, even! When I was the top bidder for Austin, it was a rush like nothing else. Not only had I won, but I was now his owner. He was mine to enjoy. It’s a rite of passage to place that gold ring on your finger. It’s a symbol, not only of the new bond between master and slave, but it’s also declaring your place among the others. The buyers. The elite. It’s a fraternity and I’m proud to be a part of it! It’s a powerful feeling knowing you’re among such esteemed men, watching them express their authority and power, and to see them take claim of their winnings… Today, I’m the lucky victor. As I stepped up to the auction stand, I saw my prize waiting for me. A beautiful, well-trained boy, presenting his hole up to me like it was a fresh hors d'oeuvres. Open, inviting, and completely submissive. Reaching out my hand, I similarly felt my mouth water and my heart pulse, thinking of getting my first taste. Claiming my prize was more than just an indulgence. It was a pledge. By taking my new slave’s hole in the view of my peers, I’m affirming my membership. By seeing each other lay out our seed and marking our new property, we know we are serious and can be trusted with this awesome power. As Master Legrand stepped away, passing his property to me like a gentleman, I loosened my tie, ready to feast on my treat… Austin is a beautiful, sweet boy. His face is like an angel’s and his skin is like cream. I would be attracted to him in any context, but knowing that I owned him… It brought something out in me! A ferocity and an aggression. Every touch, every look from him was an electric feeling of winning again and again. And that feeling never went away! My mouth fell to his hole, licking and tasting him, knowing he would do anything I asked — take anything I gave. I grazed my teeth against his smooth flesh, wanting to take a bite, knowing I could, but holding back. I brought my hand to his hole, fingering its opening, and feeling its warmth. The tight sphincter wrapped around the tip of my finger as if wanted to be penetrated more than anything else. My cock pushed against the zipper of my pants, fuller and harder than it may have ever been! I was going to fuck someone that was mine… I took out my cock, happy to give the others a look at the massive tool I possessed. I would have shown it off to anyone just to enjoy the familiar jealous look on their face. People have always envied my looks, my body, and my size. Now, they would get to envy seeing my huge cock disappear inside my slave’s guts! Austin moaned loudly as I pushed into him. I knew he was no longer a virgin, but this was his first time taking my cock. Seeing his flesh stretch and yield to me was a primal, powerful feeling. I felt like a warrior, a viking, a king! Dominant, virile, strong, and in control. The facial expressions Austin made were exquisite, a cocktail of pain from my many inches and pleasure from as his body molded to its shape. I grabbed his neck, feeling his collar press tight against his neck — a reminder of what he was. I used him like a toy, pushing him up and down on my cock. He was so small and weak, it required little effort to have him exactly where and how I wanted him at all times… This is what life was meant to be like! For men like me — like us — the superior and powerful. As my nuts readied to unleash my load and claim him on a biological level, the exciting feeling of winning spread throughout my body, making me feel like a god among men!
8. Captivity 22mn
Austin has been trained well. When we walk, he follows behind me, never in front, always just a pace away. With just a move of my hand, I can reach out and touch him. I don’t even need to speak above a firm whisper for him to heed my commands… Just like taking in a well trained pet, the transition of ownership requires a certain degree of management. Austin may know what to expect from his previous master, but he needs to learn my needs. Anticipate me. Obey me. As part of our routine, I insist Austin undress me. I stand still and let him do the work of stripping me from my shirt and tie. All the while, I watch him. Studying his expressions. Seeing where his eyes go. Where they linger. He didn’t choose me. That’s not his role, but it’s clear he respects me… Fears me even! He knows I’m much stronger than him and not afraid to be rough when necessary. Every move he makes has a slight sense of caution, as if he’s hoping that he’s doing the right thing. This is good. This is how he should be… Still. He’s just a boy. He’s learning much about what is expected of a man. But I’m patient. To a point! As Austin pulls down my pants and underwear, I watch as he gets distracted from my large, hard cock and muscular legs. So much so that I have to direct him on how to fold them. I’ll let it slide for now, knowing that he’s worshipping me and my body even then. But that’s part of this process. Training him, teaching him, and molding him to meet my needs. He knows his positions. When I order him on the bed, he gets on all fours and arches his back beautifully. His hole presented as it was when I won him. Still as perfect and tight as ever. Maybe even more appealing now that it’s been properly bred and seeded… His lean body is so soft and smooth, my hands pleasantly pass over every inch of him before I order him to show his true obedience. When I tell him to suck my dick, he wastes no time wrapping his lips around it. It’s a lot for him to handle, but he does not back away. He keeps his mouth on it, worshipping it and massaging it with his tongue until I tell him to stop. I could stand tall and watch him service me all night, but part of his training means knowing how to take my cock. And that means taking me raw in his hole! I order him onto the bed, spread out, legs open, arms apart, face down. His hole is exposed and vulnerable, open for my fingers and tongue. I can tell he’s nervous, shaking and trembling as I move over him. It’s enticing to know he responds in this way… Timid and nervous. Still, he stays prone, his perfect ass available to me, ready for me to take him again…
9. The Slave Boy 18mn
It was quiet in my cage. Nothing but me and my thoughts. I had woken from my sleep, hearing the sound of Master Myles moving in the next room. He likes to keep me away. Out of sight until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right… I don’t mind. I’m comfortable and warm, even though the only clothing I have is my jockstrap and collar. The cage is big enough for me. I’m not that big. I could hear Master Myles pacing around, moving as if he was listless. It was becoming more common. He must be very important and have a lot on his mind! It’s in these moments where he needs to unwind and destress by coming to this room — this playroom — and take me out of my cage. It’s easy. I know my role. He comes in, I rise to attention; he opens the cage and then uses me as he needs to… Today was no different. The handsome man walked in, carrying the look on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smiled or showed any real affection. Just power and dominance. The most intimate thing about our time together is when I’m removing his clothes. I slowly take off his shirt and pants, watching his beautiful, perfectly sculpted body become revealed. Even the act of removing his shoes and socks feels like a gentle intimacy. At least, compared to what comes next. With his hard cock out, he tells me to suck him. I do, of course, feeling his steely erection rest on my lips as it moves into my mouth. I know how he likes it. Slow, wet, and massaging. He wants to be worshipped, not just serviced. And that’s what I do… I barely held his cock in my mouth, getting the tip and shaft wet before he told me to lie down on the bed, face down. It was unusual, but it was not my place to question. I was surprised when he moved on top of me, lifting his body over mine as his hard, wet cock hung down over my back and buttocks. I felt the tip move between my cheeks, hovering above. My heart began to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I hoped I could handle it. My hole was not warmed up or stretched out. I had practiced taking big cocks, but this would be different! He lowered his body down, slowly bringing his cock to meet my hole. The thick cock was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was building up pressure, testing the resistance of my sphincter. It went down deeper, harder, pushing the limits of my hole’s tightness. And then, it pushed through… My master’s cock moved inside me, pushing deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A sudden penetration that filled me. I felt my pulse beating in my neck, my chest tightened, and I could feel the familiar feeling of intense arousal. This man needed to fuck… Hard and deep! He did not waste time on pleasantries or foreplay. He didn’t need to. That’s not why he bought me. He bought me to be a hole. A sheath for his cock. A warm, tight place to pour his seed into. Without any doubts, restrictions, or reservations… I trembled as he pounded his cock into me, each full-bodied push into my fragile frame shattering my prostate. My cock was rock hard, pressed between my belly and the bed, oozing precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was incredibly hot to be completely submissive to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… It was everything I ever wanted!
10. Boy Slave Auction 22mn
I knew it was coming, but it still surprised me when Master Myles returned me to the auctioneers. Nothing is forever, but as a slave, I devote myself completely to my owner. It’s not easy to endure the physical demands they have sometimes, but I do my best to satisfy them for as long as they’ll have me. As I got back up on the auction block, I tried to stay calm and show my worth to my future owner. I wanted to make sure Master Myles didn’t lose value on me, but I was still getting used to the idea that I would not be taking his thick, aggressive cock anymore. As the bids came in and my body was once again put on display, I looked out into the sea of silhouetted men, all drinking their cocktails, flashing their wealth and power. Just feet from where my holes were probed and displayed, they observed my every move. They watched as my nipples were twisted, my nuts were tapped, and my ass stretched and filled for their amusement. When the bidding ended, I watched a broad, beefy man walked forward to claim his prize. He had a thick neck, barrel chest, and a dense salt and pepper beard. His hands were hairy up to his knuckles, giving him a wild, animal appearance. His white shirt and tie made him look like a gentleman, but everything about his body made it clear that he was a beast. His eyes were dark and focused; his stare projected an aura of pure alpha brute power. I felt the beta instincts of my body quake under his gaze. As he ordered me on my knees, my heart quickened. He ran his hands over my body, feeling my chest and stomach as if he were looking for imperfections in a car finish. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, becoming excited from his domination, but he barely said anything to me at all. He just grabbed what he wanted. Touched what he wanted... Even fucked what he wanted. He pulled his cock out of his pants with the same ease as if he was taking out a pen. His hairy, musky member fell out in front of my face, filling my nose with his scent before it filled my mouth. It was massive! Very thick and hard as a rock. My eyes watered as it pushed to the back of my throat, bulldozing my tongue out of the way to hit behind my uvula. I tried not to choke, to make a good impression, but his manhood was more than I was prepared to handle. Nevertheless, I kept going. It was my duty to him like it was my duty to those who came before. My cock hung tightly in my jockstrap, getting harder and harder thinking of the beefy, bearish man using me. As I lifted my hole for him to feel it, he continued to fuck my mouth as his rough fingers caressed my sphincter. I expected the usual playful touching and teasing. But out of nowhere, I felt a sting followed by the sound of a slap. He threw his hand down on my hole, shooting pain from my cheeks to my fingertips. Slap! I felt it again and again, the same shooting pain! I kept my lips locked on his cock, but I was startled each time he smacked my ass. You never know what the master will want, but it’s not my role to stop them. Soft and sweet or rough and hard, that’s his hole. His to play with, to slap, to breed. So I do what I must, sucking his alpha cock, and readying myself for what will surely be an intense, aggressive breeding from my new owner...
11. The Prize 26mn
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt my heart pounding with excitement. I won! I had the boy in my room… He was all mine to do with as I pleased! My mind raced with fantasies yet to be fulfilled; levels of aggression and sexual deviancy I’d never explored before. And yet, I was surprised at just how different my attitude was when I actually saw Austin walk in. He was just so precious. So small and so slight. We’d already fucked — and fucked hard — but it was like I was seeing him brand new. He wasn’t something I needed to conquer. He was already conquered… And now, my thoughts went to just how beautiful he was! As my prize, I could appreciate him as something I wanted to covet and hold. Someone to protect. To use, yes, but not break. I ordered him to take off my clothes, watching as he dutifully went about the tasks of stripping me down. He was nervous, clearly intimidated by my size and power. As he pulled off my socks, I could feel his hands trembling. I wanted him to respect me and obey me, but not necessarily fear me… “Rub my feet,” I ordered. Giving him the chance to serve me, to make me feel good. And he did! His fingers worked my muscles and joints, making me feel worshipped. I loved how small he was. My hand could almost completely wrap around his thin neck, and there was no doubt my broad arms and shoulders eclipsed him completely. He opened my shirt, running his hands over my hairy chest and feeling the weight of my heavy pecs. His eyes were wide with desire and intrigue. I may have been the biggest man he’d ever been with. There wasn’t really a way to tell, but in my fantasy, I was a giant king and he was my tiny servant. I ordered him to tease my nipples. They’re large and rough from years of play and suckling. His soft digits barely registered on the calloused points, but I wanted him to excite me. I told him to pinch them harder and he did. I could see he was holding back, worried he might hurt me. The idea made me chuckle inside, thinking of the absurdity of the notion, but also pleased with the boy and his concern for my pleasure… Such a good boy! When he pulled off my pants, I ordered him to sniff between my legs at my nuts. I love how my heavy, hairy balls smell. After a workout, I like to run a finger in my jock strap and inhale the scent of a real, rugged man. It turns me on and drives beta males wild. Seeing Austin inhale my scent, I knew he would be a good sex toy for me. Not just obedient, but hungry, too! This was proven right when he began sucking my cock. Austin’s tiny mouth opened wide to take my thick daddy dick. As it went to the back of his throat, I could see his eyes tense up, holding back tears, but never once letting go of his mouth’s grip on my meat. As he serviced me, I felt my desires push beyond my gentle demeanor. I felt my ass lift up as I began to fuck his mouth. He gagged a little, struggling to take my cock. Seeing him try his best only made me harder and fuller in his throat. As I felt him tighten up on me, I knew that fucking him and breeding him would be an even sweeter joy. After all, he was mine. All mine! My tight little boy hole...
12. The Slave Boy 20mn
Wherever I walk, I feel like the big man in charge. Most people have an immediate reaction to me because of my size and physique. I’m strong and powerful with an incredibly masculine way about me. The more time people spend around me, the more they understand my dominance. It’s like a natural pheromone that puts people into submission. It’s been that way most of my life, and I like it… But there’s something special about today! Walking around, I feel a special power that no one can discern. A secret that’s just mine that makes me feel incredible. Back at home, I have a precious, beautiful boy locked up in a cage, with nothing to do but wait for me to return. Every extra second I spend considering what coffee to get or where to park or how to pass the time is colored by the knowledge that Austin is there for me when I get there, no matter what I do or how long I take. That said, it’s hard to stay away too long. As much as the power rush is intoxicating, it pales in comparison to the flesh and blood interaction I have with him. Walking up to his cage, I can see him sleeping, resting up from the intense, physical exertion he’d been through. He’s a little guy, after all, and I’m much larger than even the average person. As I approach, I see him stir, excited and eager to be set free. He’s not scared or anxious, just ready. He’s trained well, and knows that he’s at his happiest when he’s put to work serving me… The first order of business is having him take my clothes off. Seeing his lean body stretch to gently remove my suit and accessories is enough to get the blood pumping into my cock! As each article gets removed, I feel it swell in my underwear, eager to be taken out and worshipped. Austin knows what to do, only needing the slightest instruction on how to fold and care for my expensive pieces. But when it comes to my cock, the most valuable piece of all, he takes it to naturally and without error. When he takes it into his mouth, I feel his wet tongue slide over my thick meat, taking me down to my heavy, furry balls. He’s so small between my thick thighs, he seems like a little toy! In many ways, he’s exactly that. My little plaything that I can take off the shelf, use how I like, and possess like a prized object. As he gets me harder, I waste no time in bending him over, mounting him so he can take my cock. It’s what I want and Austin knows just how to take it…
13. The Auction 22mn
Everyone knows Austin. He’s been on the auction block a few times already, each time drawing the attention of all in the room. His sweet, boyish face and tiny, lean body make him a prize by anyone’s standards! You can hear a hush fall over the crowd when he’s brought out, each man knowing it might be his chance to collect such a valuable item. I watched him as he was presented. Even after his previous master’s possession, his flesh was still smooth and unblemished. He had not lost any of his appealing veneer, still appearing like the fresh face virgin we’d seen broken in that first time out... His handler was keen to show us all his delicate parts. His hole, pressed apart and displayed like a piece of art, was intact and pristine. One could be forgiven in thinking that it was never used. His smooth testicles, pulled from their protective garments, were sensitive and reactive to the touch. We watched as Austin’s genitals were teased, slapped, and stroked, all while the boy stayed helpless and exposed for our delight. He never cowered, but his tense breathing and moans revealed his heart. He was nervous, anxious about who would own him next and for what purpose he might be sold. I could see my fellow buyers practically salivating as he was put on his back, his hole lubed up and exploited, ready to be filled and used. The handler was careful to ease him open, taking a long finger to his sphincter, presenting it out so we could see it disappear inside him. Inch by inch, the boy took what was given to him, letting out only the slightest sign of struggle as it pushed inside deeper. One finger became two, and he still accepted his position. It was enough to make my own cock leak in my pants and my hand raise in the air. I knew I had to have him! This was my time. I wanted to be the one to fuck him. To use his holes. To train him and treat him. To see him on the end of my cock and to see his wide eyes looking up at me with worship and respect...
14. The Merchandise 18mn
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! I hadn’t seen my boy in years. He was almost unrecognizable to me when he first came out. He’d grown up quite a bit, and was looking more and more like a real man! Still, as his eyes looked out into the crowd, I could see the boy inside. My boy! Waiting for someone to claim him... My first instincts were those of concern. I knew I had to look out for him, but I had just spent a lot of money to own him. Regardless of our history or relationship, he was mine. My property. And the idea of using him in this way made it all the more exciting. But 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... My sweet, baby boy. As soon as I could, I pulled out my cock to give him the chance to suck me off. He didn’t pause. He was trained well and knew exactly what role he was to play. Seeing him go down on my big cock, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. 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. I’m not your daddy. I’m your master. 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. What a sense of strength! I knew I didn’t have to coddle him or be patient. I could demand obedience and receive it. Bending him over on all fours, I saw his fresh little hole presented up at me. It was so smooth and soft, you’d never know it had been at the mercy of several masters. With my cock dripping with his saliva, I was able to easily slide myself inside him. Quick and simple! He shook all over as I entered him, seemingly surprised with the immediacy with which I penetrated his hole. I could tell he was a little scared. That was good. I wanted him to know I wasn’t just his owner. I was his master. His king. His god. As I filled his body with my bare cock, I could see him cower with from my fucking. He trembled and moaned, looking up at me with fear. But as he did, his cock leaked precum all over his body as he furiously stroked himself. He wanted it as much as I did. And while it wasn’t required, it was certainly a perk!
15. The Prize 23mn
I watched my boy crawl up to me on hands and knees, well-trained and knowledgeable about how to serve his masters. It put a smile on my face to imagine all the men who must have come before me who had helped to discipline him to be so attentive. How fortunate was I to get to reap the rewards of their labors? All I had to do was sit back, relax, and watch as my sweet, baby-faced boy lived up to his duties as a slave... He took off my clothes, carefully and attentively folding them as he placed them to the side. As much as I could tell he wanted my touch and my cock, he did not disrespect me by casting my fine things aside as if they were waste. Instead, he showed his honor for my simple pants like they were the finest silks, needing care and consideration. Once he got through the simple protocol of undressing me, he gazed upon my massive cock, clearly enamored with its size and strength. It was rock hard, knowing what I could do with the small, young man kneeling before me! He got down on my cock, taking it to the back of his throat in one smooth thrust. His throat tightened down as he struggled to work through his gag reflex. It felt like fucking a tight, wet hole and I wanted to cum right then and there! But instead, I watched with pride as my boy continued to swallow me down, caressing my heavy seed-carrying balls and worshipping me like a king. I fucked his mouth deeper, I could tell by the look in his eyes he was doing all he could to withstand the intensity of my cock. It’s big, I know, and he’s not had much experience on it. But I could tell he had a passion for it that was beyond anything else... With his saliva dripping down to my nuts, I knew I was lubed up enough to give him every bit of my manhood! Sitting back in bed, I ordered my boy to straddle my cock with his tiny bubble butt. He trembled like a leaf as he got himself into position, nervous and excited to take me. It must have been a total mindfuck to be used by his old man in this way, to divorce himself from all natural emotional ties and to allow himself to be used as a piece of property — a hole to be fucked and filled! I was amazed how his hole relaxed around my shaft, taking me in with the ease of a hot knife through butter. And as I got down to the base, he let out a soft moan, realizing that I was inside him completely. His heart pounded so strongly I could feel it around the ring of his hole. The sensation made me ache to cum inside him! But rather than orgasm right then and there, I held out as long as I could. After all, I had nowhere to be, but right inside my property, my slave, my boy...
16. The Slave Boy 23mn
Seeing Austin in his cage was a unique thrill for me. Probably more for me than any other owner could have. I had watched this boy grow into the young man he is now. And even though he’s still small for his age, seeing him in there reminded me of how tiny he used to be. The sweet boy I’d tuck into bed and calm from nightmares, now locked up from his little cage like an untrained puppy... It was a heady experience walking up to him, torn in so many directions of how to feel and what to do. My heart swelled seeing my boy so protected and safe, but my cock became harder than I would have expected. Something about seeing little Austin as my slave, my property and possession, made me go far beyond horny and into more devious territory! I took him out of his cage, giving him the chance to stretch his legs before instructing him to remove my clothes. He’d gotten used to this by now; taking off my pants and shirt and seeing my body fully exposed. It was awkward for him at first, but I could tell he wanted it. His cock swelled up as he gazed upon the bulge in my white briefs, fully aware of the daddy dick that it held. He could probably even smell it, the thought of which only aroused me even more. Pulling out my cock, Austin gave it a look of amazement before dutifully taking it in his mouth. It was large enough, to be sure, smooth and hard except for the pulsing veins that ran up and down its length. But for Austin, it wasn’t simply just a man’s cock! It wasn’t even just his master’s cock. This was his old man’s throbbing, life-giving member, weighed down by heavy nuts full of seed! He knew the significance of this, and it made him revere me more like a god than a man. Seeing him struggle to take it all made me feel bigger than I’d ever felt. Stronger and more powerful. There’s no one on earth who could make me feel the way Austin does. And here, in this private room, just between him and myself, he gave me worship unlike anything I could have hoped for... As I laid back on the bed, just feet from the cage I had taken him out of, Austin climbed up on top of me, stradling my body with his lean, tiny legs. His sheathed cock grazed over mine as he got into his position, stopping when his smooth cheeks and hole met my shaft. I could feel him getting warmer, his body trembling and his heart racing. He knew what was coming and he knew he had to go through with it. After all, father knows best...
17. The Auction 24mn
Austin has been auctioned before, but this time was even more thrilling than his first. He had never expected his own father to appear as a member of the Buyer's Group. He still wasn’t sure how his old man had discovered what he had been up to all this time. Their first experience in the darkened kennels had transcended anything they had ever done at home alone. It wasn’t just role play to Austin. Being released from the kennel to service his dad—No. His Master. That electrified him in a way none of the other boys could possibly know. He was able to show his new master everything he had been trained to do as property of the Buyer’s Group. The power his own father held over him is a bond only the two of them could understand, but at auction, Master Armstrong has no firm claim to him. His face obscured with a black mask, he circles the boy on the pedestal, displaying him for purchase. Austin’s cock is already hard in his tiny black jockstrap. He’s a good boy, maintaining his posture even as Master Armstrong tweaks his sensitive nipples and shows off the boy’s mouth by inserting a few fingers. He knows just how to touch Austin to make him gasp and moan, all before even touching the boy’s cock. The bidding ramps up as Master Armstrong does just that, squeezing the boy’s package and turning him around to display his tight pucker and spank his tiny ass. For just shy of $1 million, Austin is delivered on his knees to Master Ballard, who instructs the boy to remove his clothing, piece by piece. Austin does so, folding each item carefully before looking to his buyer for his next instruction. Master Ballard’s first act while kissing the boy is to reach around the kneeling boy to tease his little hole with the tip of a large, thick finger. When Austin is instructed to pull down the master’s pants and underwear, he barely has time to admire the heavy cock that comes bouncing free. Austin is ordered to smell Master Ballard’s underwear. He breathes deeply though the fabric and moans from the manly scent that he’s come to learn is different from master to master. Master Ballard settles back against the pillows at the head of the bed, and Austin tries to take the head of Master Ballard’s cock into his mouth. But this is one of the thickest cocks he’s ever seen, almost twice as wide as his wrist. Austin’s jaw aches with the effort it takes to get just halfway down. Master Ballard has other plans though, and begins warming up Austin’s hole with his fingers. Turning the boy around on all fours, Master Ballard presses his giant wedge of thick meat into Austin’s ass. The deeper it goes, the more Austin is convinced he’s going to be split in two. But this is what he’s trained for. Austin pulls his jockstrap to the side to jerk his cock when Master Ballard flips him over. Austin’s ass is stretched to the limit but Master Ballard can see and feel Austin’s ass tightening as he nears orgasm. Austin begs to be pounded and shoots load after load of boy cream all over his chest and tight abs, pushing Master Ballard over the edge. The man shudders and moans, painting Austin’s guts with a massive load that squirts out when the man withdraws his huge cock with an audible pop.
18. Slave Boy 20mn
Austin really is something. His small frame can fit almost anywhere I need him to go. In a closet, under the bed, in a cage. He’s got the agility and portability of a toy. I can fit my hands around his waist and my fingers practically touch. But his appeal is not limited by his size. His obedience is unlike any other boy I’ve ever owned. He doesn’t retreat or hesitate. He does what I say, knowing the consequences for not might be far worse than anything I’d ask him to do. But I’m not a sadist. Not really. I am strict and enjoy seeing how my boys react, but my intention is not pain or punishment. Rather, I want my needs met. Without question. And without fail. Austin is good about the protocols. Even as I pinch his nipples or tease his flesh, he stands firm and tall. He opens his body to me, giving me unadulterated access to every inch of it. He’s even gotten good at taking off my clothes. It’s not about expediency or speed. It’s about reverence. He takes off my shirt and pants with reverence for the man beneath. He knows I’m powerful, strong, and deserving of worship. And he is quick to get on his knees to service me. My cock is thick. There’s no denying that. Even for the most experienced cocksuckers, it’s a challenge. Austin’s so small, I believe it may even be thicker than his wrist. But he doesn’t cower. He approaches the task of sucking my cock with devotion and commitment. He allows his jaw to ache in order to satisfy me. He takes it as deep as he can, though with it’s girth he doesn’t get much more than the head past his lips. But blowjobs aren’t why I bought him. They’re fun and hot, but what really makes me feel in control is mounting up behind him, gripping his hips and feeling my can-thick cock break through his ass. Austin’s tight, but he’s learned how to relax and yield to me. I don’t have to be too gentle as my battering ram makes its way through his gates. He trembles--which is only natural--but he doesn’t cheat me of my penetration. On his back, he focuses his eyes on my manhood, watching it put pressure on his sphincter, stretching him out in the most intense way possible. I love watching him take it. He struggles and suffers, but once I’m inside, I can tell it’s unlike anything he’s ever had before. A fullness and a stretch that makes it clear he’ll never forget who owns him. He wants it just as badly as I do. He wants me inside him. To fuck him. To breed him. To claim him and mark him as mine. All I need to do is lie back and watch him ride me to see just how passionately he worships me. He bucks his hips on my shaft, bouncing up and down on my heavy, cum-filled balls, gyrating and clenching to milk out the seed he craves. I’ve got to give him credit. He’s good. Very good. Within moments, he’s got me on edge, deciding whether or not I’m ready to jizz inside his hole. But I’m in no rush. I’ve got nowhere to be and he’s all mine. The perks of having a slave boy...
19. The Prize 19mn
I’m a busy man. I can’t always spend time wining and dining when I simply want to cum. When you’re as rich and powerful as I am, jerking off is out of the question and guys on hookup apps get too attached. They see the luxury of my lifestyle and dream of becoming the Pretty Woman to my Richard Gere. Younger guys can be a little foolish in that way, and I can’t say I blame them. But that’s not my problem. I’m the boss. I’m in charge. I get what I want, I take what I want, and that’s that. Part of the joy of owning a slave is that I don’t have to consider anything else except my own needs. Of course, I’m not a monster. I would never hurt anyone or be violent. I just want the simple satisfaction that comes from only worrying about myself. My needs. My time. My pleasure. That’s what makes Austin such a good investment. He’s young, lean, smooth, and has an ass that is truly special. His small size and boyish face make him a dream submissive. I can toss him around, pick him up, fuck him any way I like… When I got him alone that first time I wasted no time getting myself inside him. I had him take off my clothes and present his hole to me while I lubed up my cock for penetration. No foreplay, no talking, no need to warm him up or even wait for him to say when. I just bent him over all on fours, slid myself into his ass, and began fucking him like he was just a toy. In many ways, he is. He’s an object I own, something to play with, to use, to entertain myself with. Even when I was grinding into his guts, feeling his insides buckle and struggle to take me, I knew I didn’t have to stop or slow down. That’s not what I paid for. That’s not what he’s for. He’s for me to use as I see fit… and I sure used him well. Even when I decided to lie on my back and let him ride me, I was still in charge. It was still all for my pleasure. I could tell he was getting worn out and tired, exhausted from the physical toil my fucking did to him. Maybe if I had let him suck my cock or if I’d rimmed his ass he’d been longer lasting, but I chose not to. Still, even with this, he did not slow down the pace. He fucked himself just as hard on my cock as I did with him on all fours. I couldn’t help but smile. Such a good boy. It didn’t take long before I felt my balls tensing up. I was getting close to cumming, but I wanted to hold out a little bit longer. I was pleased and ready to blow, but I wanted Austin to take it a little bit more. He was doing such a good job punishing himself on my cock, I wanted to really exhaust him. This was my first time fucking him as his owner… as his master. I wanted him to remember just how it feels to be filled by me. To be dominated. To be mine. Austin’s hole was so tight on my cock, he practically milked me of my load. I clenched my ass and felt the jets of searing hot, white jizz flood his hole. I let out a moan of absolute pleasure while Austin let out a whimper. Clearly I’d fucked him up right that he could feel my burst even inside. Good. That’s how I want it to be. As he caught his breath, sensing my climax, he slowed down, feeling the slick wetness of my load coating my cock. He wouldn’t dismount until I told him to. He stayed perched on my cock until I was done. I wanted to see if he would stay like that all night, but I decided to be nice this time. After all… I got what I wanted. I always do.
20. The Appraisal 28mn
There comes a time when inspecting the boys that I can feel myself start to lose focus. Not from their beautiful bodies, of course. But from my task and role as an appraiser. I can feel it in my skin. The hairs start to take on something of a static charge, as if the energy from my cock surges outward over my body. My senses become heightened and the scent of a boy’s nervous sweat drives me wild. Even as I was looking over young Austin’s well-used body, I didn’t pay too much attention to the noticeable marked up knees and bruises on his flesh. It was clear this boy had been fucked hard and repeatedly, and given his size, there’s only so much he can take before he softens like a peach. Still, once the other buyers came in and began pawing at him and indulging in his body like kids in a candy store, I couldn’t resist sitting back, watching, and playing with my throbbing, leaking cock. Something about seeing an obedient, well-trained young guy being completely overtaken by older, powerful men just gets me harder than anything else. Maybe it was seeing the taking of the sweet boy’s innocence… or maybe it was seeing my friends enjoying themselves in ways they couldn’t find anywhere else. Or maybe it was just simply the sight of smooth, soft flesh being kissed and licked… either way, I was in heaven. The men would take the boy’s cock in their mouths, balls as well as the shaft, as if they were consuming his youthful manhood. Austin would moan and exhale deeply, reacting to every lick and tease they gave him. He was not virgin, not by a long shot, but something about the nature of his submission made him forever smaller and powerless to the needs of his superiors. He never knew exactly what was coming, which made every time feel new and exciting. Even for me, I’ve fucked many slaves, feeling every inch of their bodies, including some parts on the inside, and knowing I can do whatever I want still makes it feel like the first time. After being a bystander, I knew it was time for me to get what was mine. What was due to me. I pulled out my cock and brought Austin’s mouth to the head. His breath was hot and expectant, and I could practically see it water for me. There was no doubt he was a good boy and a good slave, but I still liked to test the waters and see how it feels. As I entered his mouth, his soft, pouty lips wrapped around my shaft, making a smooth entrance for my cock. His wet mouth felt like velvet, so inviting and delicate. As I began to thrust back and forth, I could tell he was experienced, latching perfectly and maintaining exquisite suction and tension. He wasn’t going to let it fall out for any reason. Such a good boy. Of course, as good as he was, I did not intend to cum in his mouth. Though I’m sure he would savor and swallow every drop, that’s not what I’m here for. That’s not what any of us are here for. Austin’s purpose is to be bred. Just like my purpose is to breed. And in this, I would not lose my focus...
21. The Prize 29mn
The Boy Austin is prepped and ready to go back on the auction block. The slave boy has been here many times before, so the feelings he gets as he climbs up wearing only his black jockstrap are familiar. He’s going to have a new master soon, and that brings up both anxiety and anticipation. Excitement with a little reservation. But more than anything, he’s ready to serve and fulfill his duties to his owner. The auctioneer starts the bidding. The pace is slow at first, but as the auctioneer begins demonstrating all of Austin’s assets and talents, the numbers start flying by. A hand goes under the jockstrap and Boy Austin’s dick jumps despite himself. He knows deep down that the master-to-come will want to see everything before making a bidding decision. The auctioneer caresses Austin’s body from behind, gliding his manly fingers up and down Austin’s six-pack. Grazing the nipples gives Austin a surge of sexual energy and his boy-dick inflates even more! He moans with each touch, and the bids go up with each gasp and sigh. But the Buyers will want to see more. The auctioneer turns Austin around showing off his delicious boyhole. He starts playing with it, showing how ready Boy Austin is for whatever his new Master’s desires might be. The group must like what they’re seeing because the numbers go up and up. Boy Austin and his hole are the main prize of the auction! Boy Austin is getting closer and closer to cumming when the Auctioneer takes his hands off Austin’s delicate-looking body abruptly. Bidding has closed and the new Master steps forward, ready to claim what’s his. He puts on the ring of ownership that shows he won the bidding and Austin is now completely his. The lucky man is Master Cox. Austin remembers him from the appraisal group gathering. Even though other Masters were going for a “test drive,” Master Cox hung back, observing all that the slave boy was capable of. Austin must have pleased the hot daddy buyer because now he owns Austin and gets all the pleasures that come from that! Master Cox reaches out to brush his hands over Austin’s body and Austin lets out a mousey squeak. The nerves have started kicking in, but Austin has enough slave boy experience to know he’s got to get them under control. His only purpose now is to please his Master. And when his new owner whispers mid-caress “you’re mine,” all Austin can do is weakly respond, “yes, Sir.” Master Cox takes his new property to the bedroom and orders the nearly-naked slave boy to take off his expensive clothes. Austin senses that this Master really gets off on ordering him around. The power dynamic is exquisite to Master Cox and his libido, so much so that the slave boy can see his Master’s rock-hard cock through the cloth of the designer trousers. Austin remembers it now; Master Cox had it out at the Appraisal and the outline gives away just how big it is. Slave-boys do as their Masters please and Austin knows his place. He sits at attention waiting for his next command. “And now, my cock.” With a quick unzip, the daddy’s monster cock is loose. Master Cox smiles. He has plans for this sexy slave boy that even Austin wasn’t anticipating!