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Master Legrand and The Boy Logan
May 23, 2019 | Full Length Video : 22min 0sec
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I knelt in the corner, watching him get comfortable and settled in his room. He was tall and handsome in his dark, slate gray suit. Powerful, commanding, and in control. But there was a kindness in his eyes whenever he looked at me. I didn’t expect that…

He moved about the room, setting aside his belongings while my gaze never turned away. I wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed. I didn’t know what to expect. Since I had been won in the auction, my new master hadn’t given me any rules or directions. He just led me by my collar, told me when to stay or follow, and occasionally ran his hand over my head, petting me like a pet, and smiling.

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I suppose that’s how he saw me. More than just property, but as something to care for. Maybe even love? That became especially clear when he first fucked me.

He gestured for me to join him in his bed as he sat on the edge. I crawled over on hands and feet, never standing or rising above him as my training dictated. As I moved closer, a friendly smile came on his face, pleased with how I approached him.

He began to open his pants and my heart raced, curious to see what would become my new focus. Everything in my life was centered around his pleasure, and his cock would become a place of worship.

With his pants open, I could see his underwear, concealing his manhood. He leaned back, inviting me in. I positioned myself between his thighs, my face resting mere inches above his crotch. I could smell his genitals, warm, masculine, and musky. It was pleasant and intoxicating, like a pheromonal signature of dominance. It entered my lungs and spread throughout my body. I knew I should learn his scent. To bask in it… And be grateful for it!

As I saw his bulge rising, he removed his belt, folding it in his hand and dragging it along my bare backside. The cool, black leather felt nice on my skin, even as he gently teased it over my ass and whipped me softly. He was not punishing me — it seemed more like a to test me. I remained calm and still, focusing on his crotch.

My master leaned forward, grabbing my ass and running his long, strong fingers over my hole. It had not been touched since the auction. It was kept smooth and tight as I knew he’d want, but as I stared at the mound of manhood, I wanted to know what it would feel like inside me.

My curiosity increased when he stood up. At my eye level, I watched as his pants fell down to his ankles, giving me the first hint of just how big he really was. The massive package contained in his briefs seemed to want to break free, unduly bound up in cotton and elastic. His hard shaft stretched on the material, giving a clear impression of his long cock, lifted up by his heavy, low-hanging nuts.

He moved back on the bed, beckoning me to follow him. Like a pony following a carrot, I would have crossed the entire house to keep my face in his crotch! With his legs outstretched, I moved between them, pressing my face against the warm pouch.

My mouth ran over him, wanting to taste him. I moved his cock from left to right with my lips, feeling its girth and heft. My master looked down at me, amused with my devotion. He pulled down the waistband to show me just the top of his cock and his pubes. I pressed my face into them, feeling the heat of his body and the undiffused scent of his manhood. My lips ran over the base of his shaft, moist and hot as they made contact. Little by little, he moved his waistband down, giving me more and more of his meat to savor.

When I first put my tongue to his cock and his nuts, I felt a rush of purpose in my heart. This is where I was meant to be. Between his legs, his devoted possession, with my mouth full of his cock. I would do anything for him. Anything he asked… And I was grateful to be his!

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The boy's name was simply, Logan. A perfectly fitting and masculine name for a handsome boy. [Read More]
Chapters
1. The Grooming 36mn
Logan trembled as I led him into the preparatory room. My hand pressed softly against his back, guiding him forward, keenly able to sense his shaking body and quickly beating heart. His eyes were wide, looking for a sign of what was to come as we moved through the dark. I kept my face expressionless, wanting to see what he would do and how he would react without prompting. Deep down, my own heart was racing, excited by the idea of getting him ready for his new destiny… Once we were inside, I ran my hands under his clothes, feeling his firm chest and flat stomach. As my fingers ran over his sternum, his heart pounded like a drum, hard and fast. He was nervous. Very nervous… Even scared! But his wide eyes stayed forward and his body remained still. This was essential for a proper submissive. The willingness to trust and comply, regardless of their animal instinct to flee. It makes for a loyal and committed servant. Not to mention it makes that first taste of flesh all the more thrilling! As I bent him over, I felt around his hips and crotch. His narrow waist was cushioned by a beautiful, round ass. My teeth practically tingled, wanted to bite down on him. I knew I’d get there, but I didn’t want to rush into it. He needed to be trained. Groomed. Educated in the ways of the society and the expectations that would be placed on him. And quick fucks were rarely what the buyers were after… I continued to survey his body. Removing his clothes, I stripped him of the last shreds of his old life. This gave me the unobstructed view necessary to see just what kind of a prize he’d be for the auction. I was delighted to see how the muscles in his back tightened as he lifted himself up for my inspection. He was lithe and strong like a gymnast or a dancer. Graceful and disciplined. Still, there was plenty he was not in control of. His nipples hardened as I touched them, causing him to stop his breaths short and shallow in response. He seemed to shudder, weakened by this, and aroused and surprised by the sensation. But the real treat came when I bent him back into position. His ass on full display, I watched how it stretched, filling my gaze with his beautiful cheeks. They were golden tan and smooth. His dewy skin made them appear like freshly ripened peaches. My teeth tingled again… I bet they’d be sweet! With his ass directed up at me, I placed my hands on his buttocks, pressing my thumbs on either side of his sphincter, teasing his hole. I studied it carefully, watching as it clenched and relaxed in response to my provocations. My thumbs pressed it open, seeing it stretch and return. It was smooth all over, primed and ready to be owned! And I knew it was likely to be able to take a lot… I couldn’t resist seeing how it would redden. I gave it a few soft taps at first. One on each side. The sound reverberated through the air beautifully. The sound of my palm against his cheeks was symphonic. And also effective! My cock was hard against my pants, I thought it might break the seams and find its way free. I looked down at my handy work, the reddish color building beneath the surface. I knew I had to do more! I gave him another smack. Harder this time… He let out a whimper as his body tensed, sending a surge from the back of his ass, down his spine, and to his mouth. The red it produced was rosy and perfect, but it was even more exquisite to see Logan submit. Such a good boy! So trusting and eager to serve. I could see the tip of his cock hanging between his legs, glistening with a drop of nectar. His boy juices were flowing, excited by what was happening. His eyes were wide and his heart raced, but I could see his true self — his new life; Logan, the slave…
2. The Auction 27mn
Logan has potential. He’s a little bit more raw than what would normally be put up for auction. He’s still very timid and nervous. He shakes when he’s touched and does not hide his anxiety well. This normally would make for an undisciplined slave — something that would need to be addressed before the point of sale. But there is something engaging — even alluring — about his untamed responses… While he was being groomed, I found myself completely seduced by his sweet, innocent face and his virginal demeanor. The shock and surprise every time his skin was caressed, his genitals examined, or his sensitive nipples pinched… It was an exquisite display of pure emotion. A display of transformation. From man to submissive. His eyes widen as he looks out to the crowd of powerful men, curious about who they are, where they’re from, how it is they came to be sitting where there are. He knows he’ll go with whomever wins the auction, but his expression belies a lingering sense of self. He hasn’t fully given himself over… Not in his heart. But he will! In the end, his future master will bring him to true submission. Freeing him of his burdensome autonomy… Some men enjoy the work of breaking in a new toy. They get a thrill out of being the ones to mold and shape the mind and spirit of a slave. Others prefer one ready-made, already put through the standard paces; wanting to simply be obeyed and not bothering to teach in the ways of obedience. Fortunately, our stock is full and varied. And Logan is a shining example of a diamond in the rough! As I present him to the crowd, he follows my commands. He displays his hole and cock well enough, giving patrons a glimpse of what they’ll have the opportunity to breed and train. His smooth ass glistens as lube is spread over his hole and massaged into his skin. He’s so supple he almost seems like a glazed piece of meat ready to be devoured. For many in the crowd, this will become a meal they will enjoy feasting upon… I bring his legs up, presenting his ass up as he keeps himself on his back. A well lubed toy is inserted into his tight hole, showing off the ease with which he can be penetrated. His deep moans echo into the room, lost in the sounds of excited murmurs and whispers of those bidding. The buzz builds as the toy is pushed in deeper, showing his natural talents and the possibility of what could be. The young man’s smooth, toned body is a testament to his good breeding. He was clearly brought into this world for great things. To be strong, worked over, and proven. And now, in this private space, he would become the ultimate prize to one worthy bidder…
3. The Prize 23mn
I knelt in the corner, watching him get comfortable and settled in his room. He was tall and handsome in his dark, slate gray suit. Powerful, commanding, and in control. But there was a kindness in his eyes whenever he looked at me. I didn’t expect that… He moved about the room, setting aside his belongings while my gaze never turned away. I wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed. I didn’t know what to expect. Since I had been won in the auction, my new master hadn’t given me any rules or directions. He just led me by my collar, told me when to stay or follow, and occasionally ran his hand over my head, petting me like a pet, and smiling. I suppose that’s how he saw me. More than just property, but as something to care for. Maybe even love? That became especially clear when he first fucked me. He gestured for me to join him in his bed as he sat on the edge. I crawled over on hands and feet, never standing or rising above him as my training dictated. As I moved closer, a friendly smile came on his face, pleased with how I approached him. He began to open his pants and my heart raced, curious to see what would become my new focus. Everything in my life was centered around his pleasure, and his cock would become a place of worship. With his pants open, I could see his underwear, concealing his manhood. He leaned back, inviting me in. I positioned myself between his thighs, my face resting mere inches above his crotch. I could smell his genitals, warm, masculine, and musky. It was pleasant and intoxicating, like a pheromonal signature of dominance. It entered my lungs and spread throughout my body. I knew I should learn his scent. To bask in it… And be grateful for it! As I saw his bulge rising, he removed his belt, folding it in his hand and dragging it along my bare backside. The cool, black leather felt nice on my skin, even as he gently teased it over my ass and whipped me softly. He was not punishing me — it seemed more like a to test me. I remained calm and still, focusing on his crotch. My master leaned forward, grabbing my ass and running his long, strong fingers over my hole. It had not been touched since the auction. It was kept smooth and tight as I knew he’d want, but as I stared at the mound of manhood, I wanted to know what it would feel like inside me. My curiosity increased when he stood up. At my eye level, I watched as his pants fell down to his ankles, giving me the first hint of just how big he really was. The massive package contained in his briefs seemed to want to break free, unduly bound up in cotton and elastic. His hard shaft stretched on the material, giving a clear impression of his long cock, lifted up by his heavy, low-hanging nuts. He moved back on the bed, beckoning me to follow him. Like a pony following a carrot, I would have crossed the entire house to keep my face in his crotch! With his legs outstretched, I moved between them, pressing my face against the warm pouch. My mouth ran over him, wanting to taste him. I moved his cock from left to right with my lips, feeling its girth and heft. My master looked down at me, amused with my devotion. He pulled down the waistband to show me just the top of his cock and his pubes. I pressed my face into them, feeling the heat of his body and the undiffused scent of his manhood. My lips ran over the base of his shaft, moist and hot as they made contact. Little by little, he moved his waistband down, giving me more and more of his meat to savor. When I first put my tongue to his cock and his nuts, I felt a rush of purpose in my heart. This is where I was meant to be. Between his legs, his devoted possession, with my mouth full of his cock. I would do anything for him. Anything he asked… And I was grateful to be his!
4. The Slave Boy 27mn
Being a master is harder than it looks. Sure, there are plenty of perks… Subservient boys, warm mouths, and tight holes, but it requires self-discipline as well. It can be easy to look into the big, bright eyes of the slaves you take on and feel passion and affection for them. Afterall, they are adorable… But ownership is different than simple dominance. The slaves can get confused and misunderstand their place if you’re not firm and consistent. I’ll admit, sometimes I just want to cuddle and be sweet, but a good master knows they can’t forget what they are; possessions. Logan is especially cute. When he has his lips wrapped around on my cock, my heart gets as full as his mouth. To keep him in check, and myself as well, I will often leave Logan alone in his slave cell for extended periods. Usually he’s in his cage, but sometimes my generosity gets the better of me and I leave him out. But those periods are good for me and him… He gets used to the idea that he’s only out when I need him, and I begin to see him more like a pet. Like a pet, there’s always that moment when he lays eyes on me and is happy to see me. I free him from his solitude and loneliness, and give him back his purpose. That look in his eye upon being reunited sends a rush to my loins, causing my cock to jump up and need to be serviced. Knowing how much he needs me and wants me is a huge turn on, second only to knowing that I can do anything I want to him… When we’re together, he’s trained to remove my clothes, unzip my pants, and pull out my big cock. His eyes always look at it up and down, seemingly in disbelief at its size and firmness. I love that look! It’s one of true devotion and worship. Not just submission, but a deeper acknowledgement of my superiority! With my mass in his hands, he brings it to his face, running it along his lips and nose, taking in the warmth and the scent. It’s a phermonal reaction inside him, responding to my alpha presence. I can tell his heart races, seeing his skin flush and his breathing get heavier. Just the sight of my manhood has him panting to be used. How can I deny such a beautiful desire? I let him take it into his mouth. His breath warmed my pubic hair as he swallowed me down. My balls rested in his fingers, held carefully and delicately as I swelled up in his throat. He knows they hold something precious — something powerful and rare; my master seed! I expect a lot of him. He needs to be able to deep throat my giant dick and take it up his tight hole without any hesitation. I understand it’s hard, but it’s why I bought him. I can see him struggle sometimes, but he never backs down. It’s that drive — that spirit — that earns him the greatest reward I can give him, my load… Thick and potent, poured inside his tight body! Afterall, by having part of me in him, he can feel like more than a slave, if even for just a moment…
5. The Auction 26mn
It’s not Logan’s fault. It’s mine. As a master, I know I can’t get too attached to my possessions. But sometimes when you see their eyes looking up at you as they worship your cock, you find it hard not to develop feelings. The boys are sweet, they have beautiful bodies, and they have submissive spirits that make them eager to please. And as surprised as I am, I can’t say I’m not pleased. Logan’s devotion to me and my cock are what made him such an amazing slave. I was excited to see him every day and to feel his tight hole wrap around me. I became addicted to that feeling, wanting it more and more each time. I became lax in my training and even stopped policing the protocols I’d established. It’s not good for him or for me. I knew that if I kept him on too much longer, I’d have a hard time ever letting him go. So before I got any more attached, I decided it was time to bring him back to the auction hall. Once he was back on the block, I started to remember what it was that made me bid in the first place. Those eyes… those deep, soulful eyes. And that pouty, boyish mouth. He was a total dream. I knew as soon as I put him out that others would see what I see and want him for themselves. As much it was a shame to see him go, I knew he was going to fetch me a high price. The return on investment would be worth the pain of losing him, and give me the chance to put my earnings toward a boy I could really use right. Logan presented his body perfectly, showing off his tight hole and hungry mouth. He was nervous and anxious, but that only added to the charm. Some men love the idea of a virgin, and Logan had that in his spirit. Even as I fingered his throat, he gagged on me like it was his first time, even though I’d seen him take my massive cock plenty of times before. I knew the best way to show him off was to let people see him in action, bucking on the edge of my shaft and moaning loudly into the room. His innocent face made the most beautiful sounds as he was filled deep. And the perversion of seeing someone so sweet be used so rough would send up boners as well as bids. Turning him around, his tight little hole practically begged me to slide inside. My cock was throbbing and slick from his amazing oral skills, making it easy for me to push up against his sphincter. I could hear his breathing change as I entered him, his frame of mind shifting to focus on being an obedient hole to be used. As my cock made its way into him, I could see him still worshipping me and loving me, taking me in like I was his god. In a way, I knew he would always think of me as his master, even as he went off to his next owner. And that thought alone made me nearly cum right then and there. I gripped his hips, going in as deep as I could, feeling his ass stretch to take all of me. With each thrust, he let out another delicious moan, making me feel like I was in complete control of his body. It was as if I was fucking up into his throat and pushing out the sounds myself. Every time his ass hit my body, I knew he was enduring as much as he could to please me. It was never easy, but he did what he was told, relaxing his hole to be used and bred. I held off as long as I could, watching his value rise, but it was only a matter of time before my load flooded his body, marking him as mine for the last time.