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The boy maxx Chapter 1: the grooming

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December 18, 2020 | Full Length Video : 18min 0sec

Maxx made his way through the cold winter streets to the dark and deserted warehouse district and found himself at the address printed on the expensive business card the stranger had given him. He knew there was a level of risk to a clandestine, nighttime meeting such as this, but he had come seeking direction and purpose. He found his way through the dark building to a room lit by a solitary spotlight, in the center of which stood the impeccably dressed stranger who had found him the day before. He knew I would come! Maxx thought excitedly, enthralled by the man’s posture of confidence and expectation.

Now, kneeling on a black leather ottoman surrounded by darkness and with Master Figata’s hand lightly tracing his body through the fabric of his hooded sweater, Maxx thinks he has a hint of his purpose. His face is a mixture of innocent surprise and a plea for Master Figata to continue, even as the older man pinches hard on the boy’s nipples in complete silence. Maxx’s shirt and sweater are removed and his nipples grow hard from the master’s attention. Surprising him with sharp pinches and thumps to his chest followed by delicate caresses, Master Figata causes Maxx’s mind to bend in a way that only grooming can accomplish.

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When Maxx attempts to assist the master with removing his jeans, his hands are pushed away, training the boy to comply with only what the master wishes. The denim comes down slowly, only a few inches, and Master Figata reaches into Maxx’s underwear causing the boy to moan. When instructed by the master to stand, Maxx complies quickly. When told to remove his pants and kneel again, the young man is already eager to obey. Even the simple act of oiling the boy’s lean body causes Maxx to whimper and his head to roll back. When his eyes open, he can’t take them from Master Figata’s.

Maxx’s body now seems to glow in the pool of light, and the lightest touch of Master Figata’s fingers is enough to manipulate the boy’s posture. Maxx lowers himself to all fours on the leather, and the master slides the boy’s underwear off. Maxx gasps as the master’s hands massage and spread his smooth ass cheeks, revealing his tight, virgin pucker. When he’s told to flip over, Maxx reveals a massive erection and stares past his groin at Master Figata, who slaps the boy’s ass and fingers his hole. The master reveals a smooth ribbed wand made of glass and pushes the widest end into Maxx’s virgin hole. The boy gasps loudly from the feeling of the cold implement, and his eyes scrunch tight, trying to comprehend his new place in the world.

Turning and tapping the wand between spanks, Master Figata says, “You like that boy?” Without hesitation, Maxx responds with a genuine, “Yes, Sir!” The master doesn’t discourage Maxx from stroking his big cock during the anal preparation, and soon, Maxx is spraying a massive load of hot cum all over his chest and face. Maxx looks up at Master Figata thankfully as the man feeds him the cum. “You’ll make a nice pet,” Master Figata says. All Maxx can do is smile.

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MASTER FIGATA

Few men have the capital to own an entire Olympic swim team, but Master Figata is one such man. An avid swimmer himself, he scouts for the most promising talent in a perfectly tailored suit. He procures the most lucrative sponsorships from the most well-known sports brands and hires the best coaches for training in the off season and professional competitions.

The dividends pay off big. Only the luckiest boys know that recruiting for the swim team is not Master Figata’s only passion. Plenty of his young athletes started out learning how long they could hold their breathe above water, with the dom daddy’s cock in the throats. Master Figata has a thing for torturing a boy’s nipples. If he can a take a boy to the exquisite edge of pleasure that borders on pain and they still beg for more, he knows the boy has what it takes to become personal property.

He instills instant obedience to orders in his boys but pushes them to better themselves. He doesn’t except back talk or excuses, and expects them to perform at their absolute best. Master Figata’s eye for talent is sure to bolster the ranks of the Buyer’s Group stock.

Played by Matthew Figata
THE BOY MAXX

Maxx felt that he lacked any kind of direction after high school. He was a mediocre student without much drive to shine, and he knew it. He was also quite shy. He'd been held back a year in high school and was older than his classmates. Strange as it might seem, having more body hair than the other boys in gym class made him even more self-conscious.

It didn't help that he had an overbearing disciplinarian of a father, an absent mother, and a household that couldn't scrape together enough cash to send him to college. Maxx was approached one day during his part-time job by a man who asked Maxx if he went to school in the area and if he had plans for college. The man's tone was calm and conversational, and Maxx felt compelled to respond with honest answers. He was enthralled by the man's tone and the strength in his handshake. This was a man he could admire, look up to, and obey. The man invited him to join the Buyer's Group, which was described to him as a private club with exclusive terms of entry.

If Maxx accepted, he would be groomed for a position in the organization, but the invitation would be extended only once. Now, on a cold, December night, Maxx finds himself responding to the invitation. Arriving on foot to an address printed on the back of a business card, Maxx has come looking for purpose and guidance at the direction of the Buyer’s Group.

Played by Maxx Monroe
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The Boy Maxx

Maxx felt that he lacked any kind of direction after high school. He was a mediocre student without much drive to shine, and he knew it. Read more...
The Boy Maxx: Chapters
1. The Grooming 19mn
Maxx made his way through the cold winter streets to the dark and deserted warehouse district and found himself at the address printed on the expensive business card the stranger had given him. He knew there was a level of risk to a clandestine, nighttime meeting such as this, but he had come seeking direction and purpose. He found his way through the dark building to a room lit by a solitary spotlight, in the center of which stood the impeccably dressed stranger who had found him the day before. He knew I would come! Maxx thought excitedly, enthralled by the man’s posture of confidence and expectation. Now, kneeling on a black leather ottoman surrounded by darkness and with Master Figata’s hand lightly tracing his body through the fabric of his hooded sweater, Maxx thinks he has a hint of his purpose. His face is a mixture of innocent surprise and a plea for Master Figata to continue, even as the older man pinches hard on the boy’s nipples in complete silence. Maxx’s shirt and sweater are removed and his nipples grow hard from the master’s attention. Surprising him with sharp pinches and thumps to his chest followed by delicate caresses, Master Figata causes Maxx’s mind to bend in a way that only grooming can accomplish. When Maxx attempts to assist the master with removing his jeans, his hands are pushed away, training the boy to comply with only what the master wishes. The denim comes down slowly, only a few inches, and Master Figata reaches into Maxx’s underwear causing the boy to moan. When instructed by the master to stand, Maxx complies quickly. When told to remove his pants and kneel again, the young man is already eager to obey. Even the simple act of oiling the boy’s lean body causes Maxx to whimper and his head to roll back. When his eyes open, he can’t take them from Master Figata’s. Maxx’s body now seems to glow in the pool of light, and the lightest touch of Master Figata’s fingers is enough to manipulate the boy’s posture. Maxx lowers himself to all fours on the leather, and the master slides the boy’s underwear off. Maxx gasps as the master’s hands massage and spread his smooth ass cheeks, revealing his tight, virgin pucker. When he’s told to flip over, Maxx reveals a massive erection and stares past his groin at Master Figata, who slaps the boy’s ass and fingers his hole. The master reveals a smooth ribbed wand made of glass and pushes the widest end into Maxx’s virgin hole. The boy gasps loudly from the feeling of the cold implement, and his eyes scrunch tight, trying to comprehend his new place in the world. Turning and tapping the wand between spanks, Master Figata says, “You like that boy?” Without hesitation, Maxx responds with a genuine, “Yes, Sir!” The master doesn’t discourage Maxx from stroking his big cock during the anal preparation, and soon, Maxx is spraying a massive load of hot cum all over his chest and face. Maxx looks up at Master Figata thankfully as the man feeds him the cum. “You’ll make a nice pet,” Master Figata says. All Maxx can do is smile.
2. The Auction 20mn
Maxx reminds me a lot of the boys I used to encounter in my days as a coach. Not the star athletes destined for greatness or scholarships, but rather the smaller boys who would exhaust themselves trying to even make the team at all. It’s not that he isn’t athletic and lean. But what makes him memorable is what he expresses with his eyes. As soon as I saw him, I could sense his doubt. He wasn’t sure of himself or what he was capable of, terrified of disappointing me and being put back on the street where he came from. Sure, I have a reputation for bringing in only top quality talent, but Maxx has something those star athletes would never have. When Master Legrand put him on the auction block, I could see him trembling, nervous and unsure of what to do. As the tall auctioneer showed off his smooth behind and large, veiny cock, he looked out at the crowd, looking for a sign of what was to come. His eyes were wide and scared, but he never lost his erection. Not once. As Legrand twisted his nipples, his face contorted in the most delightful way. I imagined myself having the pleasure of teasing his sensitive chest, playing him like an instrument as his moans and breathing made sweet music. I could feel the rise in my pants getting more and more pronounced, making it all the more clear that I needed him for myself. Rarely do I bid on my own procurement, but I knew I had to have him. Winning him outright, I felt more of a thrill than if I’d simply kept him for myself. I was a man of great importance, and I wanted the others to see me as such. Getting the ring of ownership and claiming him in front of my peers meant that Maxx wasn’t just some hot, dumb kid I picked up off the street to fuck and use. He was my property. My possession. And everyone knew it. As was my right, I gave him a proper breaking in on the auction block. I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought him close to my mouth, kissing him and letting him taste me. My tongue massaged his, feeling it work deep where my cock had been before. I knew he was good at swallowing a man’s shaft, so I pulled mine out to get it wet and hard. Nothing sets the mood like feeling a boy worship your cock, working it to the base and gagging on its length. It lets him know that I’m his master and makes me feel like a king. I didn’t need a blowjob, though. I’d already had that and was satisfied. With just enough saliva on the head of my penis to keep it slick, I turned him around and immediately slid into his tight hole. I could tell it wasn’t easy for him. His face clenched, and he let out a pained whimper as I pushed in. Some boys are tighter than others, and, boy, was he tight. I pushed in harder, trying to get him to loosen up, but he seemed to clench down even more, gripping my cock like a warm, wet, velvet vice. It didn’t take long for me to feel myself coming to climax. Maxx’s hole was practically milking me of my load, despite the physical signs of his reluctance. But when he looked back at me, I could see that look in his eyes. The one that makes him different. I could see he wanted to please and that he would push himself harder and sacrifice more than anyone else to make me happy. With that, I felt my cock push out a rope of cum, spraying his insides as my nuts deflated. Maxx’s back arched, taking all of me in, as if he were trying to swallow my load with his hole. It was a thing of beauty, making me glad for every penny I had spent on his ass...
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