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November 30, 2023 | Full Length Video : 19min 32sec
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The Parisian branch of the Gentleman Buyers Club is world-renowned among the high class. It offers some of the most fervently sought after Slaveboys on the planet, largely because the city of Paris is filled to the brim with young men and twinks who will do almost anything to earn money. The European GBC has a waiting-list full of wealthy and powerful men, all hoping for a spot to open up for membership.

Lucky for Master Adrii, his evening at the prestigious Slaveboy Auction in the secret underground passages at the Louvre went exceedingly well. Master Adrii had heard rumors about a very passive, yet promiscuous bottom named The Boy Bastian from some of the other Buyers.

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Technically, Boy Bastian came advertised as a "vers/bottom." However, several of the twink’s previous owners had postulated that although it was nice to have a versatile sex slave in your back pocket who can fuck in a pinch, Boy Bastian’s popularity was heavily attributed to his impressively insatiable stamina, resilience, and grit as a tireless bottom.

Master Adrii took the well-paid-for merchandise back to his place in the heart of downtown Paris. On the drive over Boy Bastian didn’t say much, but that was mainly due to the fact that his mouth and throat were full of the long, hard dick of the hot, always horny sex dominator. The constantly-erect playboy loved road-head and Boy Bastian was top notch.

Once at the Master’s pad, the young Slaveboy had barely time to sit on the couch and get his bearings when Master Adrii snapped his fingers to get the twink’s full attention. The Boy’s enduring, careful silence piqued the Master’s curiosity: was this fine specimen ready? Boy Bastian offered a nod and licked his lips.

Master Adrii commanded Boy Bastian to remove his own clothing. The corner of the Boy’s mouth curled up in response, and while he kicked off his shoes, Master Adrii groped his passive purchase and rubbed himself down as he watched.

Boy Bastian had heard rumors from other Slaveboys that Master Adrii was a bit of a freak and a wildman. They said Master Adrii had a dick that never went soft and his appetite for submissive bottoms was unmatched. He had also heard that the Master’s lasting power went well beyond even the most incessant of top dominators.

Master Adrii wanted to truly and completely possess Boy Bastian. Something about the enigmatic slave’s perfect athletic build made the gentleman red-hot. Tonight, the slaveboy was the Gentleman Buyer’s to own and do with as he pleased.

He commanded Boy Bastian to drop to his knees, pull his Buyer’s dick out and start licking up every morsel of sweet daddy Master precum. The good slave did so immediately, and with vigor. Master Adrii appreciated this silent act of enthusiasm, but this was not his ultimate plan. No sir, Master Adrii was not about to just get a blowjob. He was going to face-fuck until he was good and ready to stop.

Master Adrii thrust his engorged member with wild abandon, and as he did so, Boy Bastian took it in his mouth with proper submission. Undoubtedly this was merchandise worth every Euro. On top of that, The Boy’s endurance was everything that Master Adrii could have hoped for. Usually a Slave’s jaw would soon get overworked and, sometimes, they would whimper and pathetic tears might form in their eyes. No such weakness appeared from Boy Bastian.

The more Master Adrii slammed his dick down the Slaveboy’s throat, the more The Boy seemed to want it. This brilliant submission made the raunchy Master’s engorged cock swell to even greater length and girth. He nearly expelled a load into the twink’s belly, but pulled out just in time, staying right on the edge.

Master Adrii decided that such a subservient and docile slave needed to get ass-rammed straight away. No lube, spit, nor warning was required. One fiery glance down upon Boy Bastian was enough for The Boy to figure out that he’d better hurry up and get his ass up in the air—Master Adrii had a reputation for using his leather belt on those who misbehave.

Once the gentleman Buyer had Boy Bastian’s tender hole expanded to capacity, he rode his Slaveboy for all he was worth. Hours went by and the mesmerized top just kept going. From time to time, Master Adrii paused long enough to command the Slaveboy to switch into a different position, taking care not to slow down the pace.

Towards the end of the fuck session, the Master found himself starving from all the ass-pounding he was delivering. He decided that a nice, hot serving of Slaveboy juice was the only thing to satisfy his hunger. It was the only reason, after all, that Boy Bastian was allowed to cum. Otherwise, an experienced slave like Boy Bastian knew to hold back until permission was granted or there could be big trouble.

So with one last mind-ringing thrust, Master Adrii drilled Boy Bastian’s sweet spot—so deep, in fact, that The Boy nearly lost consciousness. Instead, he tugged and twisted his wrist around his boypecker. This resulted in a massive, gushing spray all over Boy Bastian’s hard chest and abs.

Soon after, like the wolf that he was, Master Adrii lapped up all the Slaveboy semen and loudly, obscenely licked his chops while sneering at the boy that their time together had elapsed.

“Please collect your shit and leave,” he said.

Boy Bastian’s cock remained rock-solid at this sudden turn of remarkably cold disdain from his Master. The Slaveboy kept his eyes down, but still, there was something about obeying the command that kept the parts of him that mattered the most well up.

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MASTER ADRII

Master Apolo Adrii hails from the beautiful countryside of Basque in Spain. Master Adrii has earned four doctorate degrees and is the co-founder of one of the biggest tech giants in Europe. He moved to Paris as one of his overall life goals was to be accepted into the European branch of the Gentleman Buyers Club. Apolo is a natural top and his long daddy cannon with the sexiest curve you can imagine is fawned-after by countless, cute, young submissives.

One fine day, Apolo found a cream-colored envelope sitting on his doorstep. There were no words inscripted; there was only the crimson-colored stamp of the GBC. Apolo was beyond thrilled to discover that he would now be referred to as Master Adrii!

Over time, once the profoundly privileged new gentleman had gotten to know the other Buyers, Master Adrii formed quite a reputation. Slaveboys were consistently handed back to the Auction House completely worn out and utterly exhausted…but also with ear-to-ear grins on their faces!

Played by Apolo Adrii
THE BOY BASTIAN

One of the most fresh, exciting and exotic boys you could ever hope to meet, Bastian Karim is half French and half Colombian. Currently residing in the bustling mega-metropolis of Paris, France, Bastian found himself hard on his luck and needing cash, or else he would lose his housing. Then one night when he was outside of a local daddy leather bar, he was discovered by a Master from the European branch of the Gentleman Buyer’s Club.

Bastian has always been a quiet, serious, oftentimes docile boy. However, don’t mistake that for conceit. Bastian has a very healthy, vivacious sexual appetite—and finds his greatest pleasure being under the command of more dominant daddy types. This makes Bastian the perfect specimen to join the Buyers Club as a featured Slaveboy.

A bit on the short side and yet blessed by Mother Nature with a young, fresh, beautiful face and gorgeous dark brown eyes, Boy Bastian is often mistaken as being much younger. This phenomena is a perfect attribute being a Slaveboy—as many of the wealthiest of Master Buyers have a fetish for fresh-faced, clean-shaven twinks with hard bodies and a youthful look.

Played by Bastian Karim
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The Boy Bastian series cover
Chapters
1. European Merchandise 20mn
The Parisian branch of the Gentleman Buyers Club is world-renowned among the high class. It offers some of the most fervently sought after Slaveboys on the planet, largely because the city of Paris is filled to the brim with young men and twinks who will do almost anything to earn money. The European GBC has a waiting-list full of wealthy and powerful men, all hoping for a spot to open up for membership. Lucky for Master Adrii, his evening at the prestigious Slaveboy Auction in the secret underground passages at the Louvre went exceedingly well. Master Adrii had heard rumors about a very passive, yet promiscuous bottom named The Boy Bastian from some of the other Buyers. Technically, Boy Bastian came advertised as a "vers/bottom." However, several of the twink’s previous owners had postulated that although it was nice to have a versatile sex slave in your back pocket who can fuck in a pinch, Boy Bastian’s popularity was heavily attributed to his impressively insatiable stamina, resilience, and grit as a tireless bottom. Master Adrii took the well-paid-for merchandise back to his place in the heart of downtown Paris. On the drive over Boy Bastian didn’t say much, but that was mainly due to the fact that his mouth and throat were full of the long, hard dick of the hot, always horny sex dominator. The constantly-erect playboy loved road-head and Boy Bastian was top notch. Once at the Master’s pad, the young Slaveboy had barely time to sit on the couch and get his bearings when Master Adrii snapped his fingers to get the twink’s full attention. The Boy’s enduring, careful silence piqued the Master’s curiosity: was this fine specimen ready? Boy Bastian offered a nod and licked his lips. Master Adrii commanded Boy Bastian to remove his own clothing. The corner of the Boy’s mouth curled up in response, and while he kicked off his shoes, Master Adrii groped his passive purchase and rubbed himself down as he watched. Boy Bastian had heard rumors from other Slaveboys that Master Adrii was a bit of a freak and a wildman. They said Master Adrii had a dick that never went soft and his appetite for submissive bottoms was unmatched. He had also heard that the Master’s lasting power went well beyond even the most incessant of top dominators. Master Adrii wanted to truly and completely possess Boy Bastian. Something about the enigmatic slave’s perfect athletic build made the gentleman red-hot. Tonight, the slaveboy was the Gentleman Buyer’s to own and do with as he pleased. He commanded Boy Bastian to drop to his knees, pull his Buyer’s dick out and start licking up every morsel of sweet daddy Master precum. The good slave did so immediately, and with vigor. Master Adrii appreciated this silent act of enthusiasm, but this was not his ultimate plan. No sir, Master Adrii was not about to just get a blowjob. He was going to face-fuck until he was good and ready to stop. Master Adrii thrust his engorged member with wild abandon, and as he did so, Boy Bastian took it in his mouth with proper submission. Undoubtedly this was merchandise worth every Euro. On top of that, The Boy’s endurance was everything that Master Adrii could have hoped for. Usually a Slave’s jaw would soon get overworked and, sometimes, they would whimper and pathetic tears might form in their eyes. No such weakness appeared from Boy Bastian. The more Master Adrii slammed his dick down the Slaveboy’s throat, the more The Boy seemed to want it. This brilliant submission made the raunchy Master’s engorged cock swell to even greater length and girth. He nearly expelled a load into the twink’s belly, but pulled out just in time, staying right on the edge. Master Adrii decided that such a subservient and docile slave needed to get ass-rammed straight away. No lube, spit, nor warning was required. One fiery glance down upon Boy Bastian was enough for The Boy to figure out that he’d better hurry up and get his ass up in the air—Master Adrii had a reputation for using his leather belt on those who misbehave. Once the gentleman Buyer had Boy Bastian’s tender hole expanded to capacity, he rode his Slaveboy for all he was worth. Hours went by and the mesmerized top just kept going. From time to time, Master Adrii paused long enough to command the Slaveboy to switch into a different position, taking care not to slow down the pace. Towards the end of the fuck session, the Master found himself starving from all the ass-pounding he was delivering. He decided that a nice, hot serving of Slaveboy juice was the only thing to satisfy his hunger. It was the only reason, after all, that Boy Bastian was allowed to cum. Otherwise, an experienced slave like Boy Bastian knew to hold back until permission was granted or there could be big trouble. So with one last mind-ringing thrust, Master Adrii drilled Boy Bastian’s sweet spot—so deep, in fact, that The Boy nearly lost consciousness. Instead, he tugged and twisted his wrist around his boypecker. This resulted in a massive, gushing spray all over Boy Bastian’s hard chest and abs. Soon after, like the wolf that he was, Master Adrii lapped up all the Slaveboy semen and loudly, obscenely licked his chops while sneering at the boy that their time together had elapsed. “Please collect your shit and leave,” he said. Boy Bastian’s cock remained rock-solid at this sudden turn of remarkably cold disdain from his Master. The Slaveboy kept his eyes down, but still, there was something about obeying the command that kept the parts of him that mattered the most well up.
2. International Buyer 28mn
The eight-hour journey via Lear jet from NYC to Spain felt like eight days to Master Legrand. His desire to finally receive the rare merchandise waiting there was all he could think about. He had cashed in several lucrative stocks and bonds just to obtain this top prize. The highly-regarded buyer had earned quite the reputation among not only the American leg of the Buyer’s Club, but internationally, as well. He had recently received an unexpected invitation to attend and participate in the Spanish branch’s Auction ceremony. The invitation came from a buyer named Master Andrii. Two evenings ago, Master Legrand attended the auction held in the city of Basque via Zoom. When the Slaveboy on Auction had casually appeared on the computer screen—thick, dark hair, dark eyes, and perfectly smooth olive-toned skin—Master Legrand nearly fell off his chair. The Boy Bastian. Right away, there was something about him. Yes, he was perfect. Yes, he was meek, supple, and intrinsically subservient. But there was something else… Master Legrand was determined to have The Boy. The auction was intense; the bids were astronomical. The American businessman was enormously wealthy, and yet he had, at one point, begun to lose hope he could swing the finances to acquire the hotly contested Boy Bastian. And now, two days later, riding in the backseat of a limo, he was texting Master Andrii who currently had possession of his successful purchase. When Master Legrand arrived at the breathtaking countryside villa in the heart of the ancient land of Basque, he knew right away that his financial investment was going to be worth every penny. Before taking off from NYC he glanced one last time at the photo set of Boy Bastian that Master Andrii had generously shared. Master Andrii opened the door of the villa within seconds of Master Legrand’s arrival. He bowed respectfully and offered a polite smile as he led Master Legrand inside and down the glittering hallway to the recreation room. Master Legrand had barely time to soak in the luxurious, decadent surroundings when along came the precious merchandise delivered so deftly by Master Andrii. He nodded subtly in the direction of the towering American client, said something in brisk, authoritative Spanish to the Slaveboy, and then quietly excused himself and shut the door behind him. Boy Bastian’s head was bowed, but his dark, piercing eyes locked onto Master Legrand immediately. The momentary, intense pause that occurred took the well-kept American by surprise. He normally gave his new purchases no leeway. They would typically either crawl to him or shiver uncontrollably on their knees, awaiting the Master’s first commands. Master Legrand took a moment to examine his thoughts and feelings. But only for a moment. He straightened up finally and beckoned the Slaveboy over to him. He made a quick, silent inventory of the incredibly handsome prize—Boy Bastian was dressed in simple attire, yet he might have been the most beautiful Slaveboy of all. The gentleman buyer had to admit that his tastes and primal predilections had changed and evolved over the years. He found himself increasingly delighted by a Slaveboy that appeared before him fully clothed, yet barefoot. While Boy Bastian waited unflinchingly for the next instruction, Legrand looked him over—head to foot—and commanded him to remove his shoes immediately. Once the Boy’s footwear was kicked off, Master Legrand took a long, deep breath. Boy Bastian’s feet and toes were immaculate: quite possibly the most exquisitely shaped and groomed he’d ever laid eyes on. He silently imagined himself suckling upon those delicious toes of the Slaveboy. The hungry beast inside the towering Master began to rumble… Master Legrand’s gaze roamed upwards and then stopped at Boy Bastian’s perfect, round glutes. He placed one giant hand on the entirety of the young ass and squeezed. Boy Bastian emitted a small sigh and Master seemed to like that. Then suddenly, with an air of subtle nonchalance, Boy Bastian dared to carefully stroke the footlong bulge pressing against Master Legrand’s dress pants. Normally, this uninvited act would result in a swift and stern reprimand; depending on the carelessness of a slave, it might even cause the Master to slap his hand away and inflict a harsh spanking. However, Master Legrand was in such lust with Boy Bastian that it was allowed. Not that his strict control over a Slaveboy had faded; it was just that something about this special merchandise and the exotic surroundings that subtly cast a faint spell. This phenomenon struck the Master in ways he did not expect. Master Legrand carefully traced his long, elegant fingers across the pulsing erection that laid beneath Boy Bastian’s skimpy silk underwear. When he teased and caressed the young Spaniard’s sizable lump, the helpless slave couldn’t help but emit short, sharp moans in response. Finally, the Master pulled Boy Bastian’s underwear down. The beautiful, uncut present that sprang forth was stiff as a board and bobbed up and down while the Master kissed The Boy’s neck over and over. A low, deep rumble emitted from Master Legrand as he groped The Boy’s well-defined chest, shoulders, biceps, and iron-hard, sculpted abs. The tantalized Master whispered seductively in Boy Bastian’s ear his belief that the sex servant was quite the prize. In Master Legrand’s opinion, Boy Bastian was quite possibly the pinnacle of any gentleman Buyer’s wildest fantasy. Every sigh, subtle glance, and careful movement was surely enough to cause a man to forfeit his entire fortune for even one night with this remarkable merchandise. Soon, Boy Bastian was on his knees. As the warm sunlight bathed upon Master and Slave, The Boy administered exquisite oral pleasures. Master Legrand ran his giant hands adoringly through The Boy’s thick, dark hair as the Slaveboy used his luscious lips and sweet, wet tongue along his Master’s enormous, pulsating girth. Not once did the boy gag or even show fatigue in any form. It was if it was Boy Bastian’s calling in life to pleasure this man to the ultimate climax possible. And yet, right before Master Legrand was about to blast his seed into the sweet Slaveboy’s mouth, he pulled out and brought Boy Bastian back to his feet. Master Legrand slapped his giant DILF cock against The Boy’s pretty face, leaving a copious amount of pre-cum all over the lips, face, and forehead. Boy Bastian licked the daddy juice off of Master Legrand’s fingers like a good Boy. He seemed to genuinely delight in the taste and the sensuously sleazy attention. Suddenly, Master Legrand hoisted Boy Bastian up off the carpet and placed him onto his back against one of the giant, bay windows of the Recreation Room. The dazzling view of the lush, green countryside and the dazzling moans of the exquisite merchandise as Master Legrand pushed his footlong cock deep inside of Boy Bastian was all by itself worth the journey. Boy Bastian begged for his Master to fuck him. The Slaveboy’s sudden, intense need enticed Master Legrand to thrust and thrust deep. Boy Bastian’s uncut, hard-as-oak twink cock slapped up against his own rock-hard abs and precum oozed from it—causing Master Legrand to grip the Boy’s rod and squeeze as much precious liquid out of it for his pleasure. When the majestic, long-awaited, simultaneous climaxes exploded from Master and Boy, the room shook. Master Legrand held himself up against the diamond glass of the bay window and his breath came in mighty gulps of air. Boy Bastian gazed up at the heaving giant American as cumshot after cumshot filled him to capacity. This was merely the beginning of what surely was going to be an unforgettable experience for both Boy Bastian and this sensational Buyer. Master Legrand licked his chops and then kissed the Slave hard on the mouth. Eventually, his monster cock slid out of Boy Bastian’s well-fucked hole.
3. New Life 45mn
It is not an easy thing to find suitable boys and recruit them into the Collective. There is also the issue of not having many boys whose supply far exceeds their demand. However, this has left Master Legrand, one the founding members of the Collective and one of its most active traders, in a difficult position. He has owned most of the available boys at one time or other, at least all of the ones that particularly interest him. Of course, there are a few that Master Legrand remembers with particular fondness and might not mind having in his possession again but, however satisfying their use might be, there is nothing like exploring the talents and vulnerabilities to be exploited in new property. He was, of course, well aware of the European market, and friends with a number of its members. It’s a world away, though,and its goings on were of little interest to him. However, a business trip to Madrid gave him a reason to connect with some of his friends for social reasons—as well as financial ones—and it was there that he first encountered Boy Bastian. The bored, almost jaded, master suddenly found his passion rising. Boy Bastian was an exquisite young man in every way, but he also had an exotic edge that American boys, in their familiarity, couldn't possess: things as obvious as his sweetly soft Spanish accent to the almost undefinable difference in the way he carried himself. Master Legrand wanted this boy. Bad. In addition to the physical pleasure of using such a beautiful young body, he imagined the alpha male thrill of introducing a shy inexperienced young man to an entirely new world; a new country and culture in which he would be entirely dependent on his Master to help him navigate. The more he imagined it, the stronger his desire became. However, expecting a young man to leave his life behind and immigrate to a new country is a big ask. Discrete inquiries were made and the boy agreed to the proposition. Of course, things had to be done properly and Bastian would be put on the block. It would set a very bad precedent and quickly create resentment and hard feelings if foreign masters began swooping in and poaching the most desirable boys in private sales from foreign Collectives. It was only Master Legrand’s seniority and influence that led to his even being allowed to bid at all. Master Adrii was the son of a man that Master Legrand had known while he was earning his MBA from Harvard. When his friend passed away, Master Legrand had stepped in as a sort of long distance godfather/mentor to the young man and they became close. The future Master Adrii quickly established himself as a wunderkind software developer and quickly found himself in possession of a not-so-small fortune. Master Legrand might or might not have helped inspire his interest in dominant-submissive relationships and slave ownership. It was natural for Master Legrand to turn to young Master Adrii to take possession of Boy Bastian after the sale, as it would be several months before he could arrange to bring the boy back to the US. Master Adrii was happy to agree, and honored that Master Legrand would trust him with that responsibility. However, Master Adrii is young and relatively inexperienced. Legrand had given him permission to use Boy Bastian, until he came to get him. He felt it was far better to give Master Adrii permission to do what he suspected would be inevitable, rather than test the young man’s will power and most likely break it. Master Legrand also felt that it was better for Boy Bastian to be used regularly and not risk him slipping out of his training and submissive headspace. A slave should always live and breathe his submission and ownership. Being given the use of a slave as excellent as Boy Bastian was a rare privilege for Master Adrii . One that he, perhaps, enjoyed too much. When the time inevitably came for Master Legrand to come and claim his prize, Master Adrii found himself deeply conflicted. While Boy Bastion looked forward to going to America, as well as the prospect of being the playtoy of the tall handsome master who had purchased him, he, too, was not yet a veteran slave and allowed his feelings for Master Adrii to grow deeper than they should have. There was absolutely nothing to be done, though. The sale had been made. In spite of all of that, As Master Adrii said goodbye to his treasured slave, he couldn’t resist asking, “Are you sure?” even as he knew that the answer would be, “Si.” Still, the morning on which Master Legrand intended to leave, taking Boy Bastian with him, Master Adrii couldn’t resist breaking protocol. He went to the boy’s room before his alarm went off and woke him up so that they could share one last goodbye. Even as the two young men enjoyed each other’s bodies, as badly as he wanted to, Master Adrii knew that he must resist fucking his borrowed slave, knowing that Master Legrand would almost certainly notice such a violation of his property. Master Adrii reluctantly left. Boy Bastian prepared himself for his new master, and arranged himself obediently on his knees, on the bed, in sexy black briefs. His knees were spread and his arms at his sides baring his smooth young body for his master’s aproval. When Master Legrand entered the room, he most certainly did approve. Of course, he had put his new boy through his paces the day before—he knew the layout of the boy’s body. The day arrived. Two first class seats were reserved on a transatlantic flight leaving. That morning however, there was no need for anything other than enjoying the body of the beautiful young man in his posession. Master Legrand crawled onto the bed and took his virtually naked slave into his arms. He kissed him deeply while the vulnerable boy trembled with a whirlwind of desire, excitement, and uncertainty. When Boy Bastian felt his new master force his fingers into his hole, he felt himself reduced to the sex toy that he was destined, and trained, to be. He single mindedly focussed on offering his body up for his master’s pleasure. Master Legrand accepted that gift. His massive cock swelled with desire as he quickly shed his sharp black suit. Boy Bastian eagerly, almost greedily, pounced on the hard rod in front of his face, sucking it into his throat, and making Master Legrand moan with pleasure and satisfaction. Master Legrand fondled his slave, mauling his boy prick, until Boy Bastian was a quivering mass of pleasure all but begging to have his ass taken, and Master Legrand wasted no time in giving both of them what they desired. He thrust deep into the boy, who moaned and struggled to take the master’s cock driving deep into his body. Boy Bastian laid on the bed, obediently holding his legs spread open and pulled back. He gave up his body for his master's enjoyment, until Master Legrand pulled him up and ordered him to ride it. Boy Bastian complied, working his master’s throbbing cock with his hole. Master Legrand allowed himself to be pleasured until the beautiful boy had driven him close to the point of no return, then he rolled Boy Bastian onto his back once more and rode the boy hard, his own orgasm rising quickly. With a few last hard thrusts, he pumped his seed into his slave’s ass. Boy Bastian felt the thick wet warmth of his master’s cum oozing out of his sore swollen hole and, as he looked up at Master Legrand through clouded eyes, knew that his new life had begun.
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