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December 14, 2023 | Full Length Video : 51min 41sec
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One of the many fringe benefits that being a member of the Collective offers is the chance to meet other very wealthy, and often very influential, men in the rarified world of the aristocracy. The number of people who can claim to be among the 0.01% is small, and the number of gay men among that number is even smaller. The number who buy and sell the bodies of exquisite young men is well under a hundred. They are an exclusive fraternity of powerful men with a reason for absolute loyalty that often extends well beyond the activities inside the auction house.

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I met Master Snow through the Collective and sold Boy Cole to him. We have become very good friends; almost brothers. Except, few brothers share our rather decadent habits. Recently, Master Adam sold Boy Cole to Master Patrick, a recent addition to the Collective. I decided to invite Master Patrick over for dinner to get to know him better, and suggested that he bring Boy Cole as well. I invited Master Adam to join us, since he and Master Patrick are acquainted and, of course, I always enjoy company.

It was a pleasant evening and I think we all enjoyed dinner. Afterwards, we settled into my den for an after-dinner whiskey served by The Boys. Perhaps I had miscalculated—Master Patrick was apparently more conservative than I assumed, or maybe he’s just a little too smitten with his newly acquired property to want to share. Whatever the reason, he was completely focused on Boy Cole and when I mentioned the idea of moving things to the bedroom, it was like he didn’t hear me. That was fine; I just want my guests to have a good time. I figured he would come find us if he wanted to.

Perhaps as Master Patrick becomes better acquainted with the Collective, he will become more comfortable with the camaraderie that exists between many of its members. Or, perhaps not. He would not be alone in wanting to keep himself apart, but he will miss out in more than a few ways if he does. Adam and I took Boy Serg back to my bedroom.

I have owned Boy Serg for several months now. He is truly amazing, even among the remarkable young men sold by the Collective. However, fucking him daily—and sometimes more often—has sated my greedy desire to have him to myself. I was eager to show him off. Master Snow, not having found his next boy yet, was thrilled to have access to one of our boys. Even the best escorts can’t quite measure up to the service of a well trained slave from the Collective.

I really don’t have any interest in having a lover and I don’t think Master Snow does, either. However, I enjoy his company very much and I was looking forward to the chance to move our friendship toward a deeper bond of intimacy. Sharing my boy with him was a step in that direction and it was far more satisfying and far more intense than I could have imagined.

There’s a feeling of pride and satisfaction watching a man tremble and moan as his hard cock sinks into a tight hole that belongs to me; a delicious feeling of power in being able to order a Boy to give his hole up to any man I choose. There is an equal thrill in being given the privilege of fucking another Master’s Boy, especially since my cock is bigger than most men and one most boys will never forget.

There is also nothing quite like the erotic thrill of seeing the expression of ecstacy on another man’s face as he pumps his seed into the well-fucked hole of a Boy that we have shared. Even more so if he’s using my own cum for his lube.

When we got to the bedroom, we put Boy Serg on his knees in the middle of the bed and he started sucking Master Snow's cock. I fingered The Boy’s ass, reached over, put my hand on the back of Master Snow’s neck, and pulled him in for a kiss which he eagerly returned. That was everything I hoped for, but I never imagined where things would go before we were done.

I let him fuck my boy first. His cock may not be quite as long as mine but I think the base might be thicker. It was certainly big enough to make Boy Serg yell when it went in. We started out spit-roasting but then Master Snow leaned over The Boy’s back and they started taking turns sucking my cock.

I took a turn fucking Boy Serg for a while. Then Master snow asked if I thought we would both fit. I grinned like a Cheshire cat and said we could try. I layed back on the bed with Boy Serg impaled on my cock. He layed back on my chest and pulled his legs back to give Master Snow access. When he shoved his cock into Boy Serg’s already over-stretched hole, I thought the neighbors would hear the boy yell.

That sound combined with the indescribable feeling of my friend’s cock sliding against mine in the tightest hole either of us had ever fucked almost made me cum right then, but I held on. We fucked him in several positions, our fat throbbing dicks fucking against each other in my Boy’s hot chute and him yelling the whole time. Of course we would have stopped if we had to but, fortunately, we didn’t need to.

When we didn’t think our fuck toy could take much more, Master Snow pulled out and it was finally time blow my load. I pounded The Boy’s ass harder than I’ve ever fucked him, my eyes locked with Master Snow’s as I filled The Boy’s hole up to overflowing. When he was bred hard and deep, I pulled out, turned him around, smiled at Master Snow and said, “Your turn.”

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MASTER SNOW

Master Snow has recently joined the ranks of the wealthy movers of the auction house. He wields a power that compels acquiescence, and it holds sway over any boy that looks at him. His formidable frame, wrapped in a tailored suit, the epitome of masculinity, is adorned with piercing blue eyes and a clean-shaven head. In his possession lies a voice, resonant and profound. His hands, adorned with a thick tapestry of hair, give him distinguished, wizened presence even among the many enigmatic men of the auction house. He delights not only in receiving pleasure but also in bestowing it upon his purchases.

Played by Adam Snow
THE BOY COLE

Cole is a handsome young jock, fresh out of high school and unsure of his future. His rosy cheeks and porcelain skin made him a true work of art, worthy of admiration and devotion. He truly is a good, all-American boy.

...But deep down, he has desires different from most of his peers. He’s always fantasized about being someone’s trophy and slave, submitting to their every dark and twisted desire. A mixture of naivete and bravery lead him to search for and find a place where his sexual fantasies can be reality. He didn't know the extent of what was in store for him, and his complete surrender was required up front. He would be an object...a mere toy to be used. Anxiously at first, he gave up his free will. But as things progressed his fears took a backseat to his young hormones as his dick got steely hard and leaked a seemingly never-ending copious stream of precum.

Played by Cole Blue
MASTER PATRICK

Master Patrick is an enigmatic figure in the realm of the auction house, a man whose very presence exudes an air of intrigue. Clad in impeccably tailored suits that hide a cut, athletic frame, he’s a striking silhouette amidst the bustling activity. Hidden beneath the tailored garments, his sculpted physique reveals a chiseled form, complete with six-pack abs that hint at a disciplined lifestyle, one that he expects his boys to adhere to. With his stern face, framed by short, dark hairy, he draws curious glances from both his potential purchases and his fellow Masters.

But it is his dark-eyed gaze that truly captivates. Master Patrick's cool, serious expression is a force that commands attention. He has the unwavering focus of a man who is always one step ahead, carefully calculating every move with precision.

Played by Eddie Patrick
MASTER LEGRAND

Master Legrand works hard and knows what he likes. He’s tall, handsome, and perfectly hung. He could get any man or boy he wanted, but traditional, casual sex doesn't always satisfy him.

Fortunately, he belongs to an elite cadre of gentlemen who share similar tastes and desires--in particular, a desire for those who long to be owned. He loves the thrill of being worshipped by a truly submissive boy, not just someone playing a part.

As a member of this secret group, he’s able to indulge in his deepest fantasies with the most pristine, virginal boys without compromising his innate dominant nature.

Played by Legrand Wolf
THE BOY SERG

Serg is our flexible short haired blonde boy looking to be dominated by any of our buyers that can get their hands on him, especially if they’re willing to pay. Having been short on cash in the past he’s gotten a taste of powerful men and powerful money, which leaves his hole and pocket yearning for more.

Played by Serg Shepard
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The Boy Serg

The Boy Serg: Chapters
1. The Grooming 34mn
Boy Serg made his appearance in front of our Buyers Group in a less-conventional way than normal. He had caught the eye of one of our Buyers when he was out by the roadside begging for money and, with well-behaved and well-practiced motions, his mouth made its way onto our cocks like he’d already gone through our usual process. Fortunately for us, his wallet is consistently exhausted—we found him again in the same spot, and found that he was ready to give his body for our cause. I bring the poor, broke boy back to be properly groomed for the rest of our Buyers. I can see he’s nervous as I navigate him into the black room where I can examine his body with no distraction. He’s wearing shorts and a thin white tee that exposes his hard nipples. I peel his shirt off, feeling those nubs between my fingertips. He breathes heavily, his nervous tension leaving and being replaced with submissive desire. I put more pressure on his erect nipples to encourage this correct response. Every curve of his muscular body is highlighted by the dim light in the room. I lay my large hands all over his chest and back, feeling the smoothness of his hairless body as my own cock starts to grow. I can tell his nipples are a sensitive spot as I go back for more; he can’t seem to control his moaning as he leans into my own muscular build. His cock is bursting out of his thin underwear, ready to be freed and given the attention it so desperately needs. But not yet, I determine. Instead, I turn him around to get a closer look at the ass he will be giving up to our Buyers. It pleases me to see his smooth bubble butt, which will make a fine addition to any of our Buyers collections. I give a good slap, and consider which toy I will be using to split what I am certain is a needy hole. I lay him down on the table and spread oil all over his back and down the crevice of his ass. I grip the table and bring his hole towards my lubed-up finger. As I enter him, his moan grows into uncontrollable howls of pleasure. My fingers find the walls of his hole. The animalistic pleasure I can hear in his moans give me confidence that this boy's hole will be used over and over again and both parties involved will be satisfied. I stroke his pulsating cock with one hand while I continue to enter him with my other. His hard dick can’t grow anymore solid as he moans on the table. I start to massage his large testicles, knowing they are churning, producing the cum that’ll soon be burst out of his throbbing cock. I command him to get into missionary position and ready his hole for my glass toy. His cock and hole glisten with oil as he puts himself into position, his dick still twitching with anticipation. His moaning comes back full force as I enter him with my toy. It’s twice the size of my finger that was inside his hole only seconds before. His eyes roll back. He strokes his cock vigorously. I pick up the pace with my toy, entering that beautiful oiled up boy hole with ease. The glass cock fits so perfectly inside him. I pinch his nipples, and thrust the toy into him faster, harder. His stroking takes no break as he jerks that throbbing cock of his while I twist and turn the toy inside him. He can’t take much more. His face breaks into euphoria, and his cock bursts with thick ropes of cum. As I fuck him harder with my toy, I can almost feel his hole vibrating through the glass. The orgasm slows, and the rest of his load drips out of his cock. I massage the cum into his stomach and chest, eventually leaving him there to lie in the afterglow of being one of our new submissive boys. The Buyers are already lining up to see this boy's hole for themselves. What a sight they’ll have; it won’t be long until he’s being used by one, or more, of our many potential Buyers.
2. The Auction 44mn
The Boy Serg was being auctioned by Master Kamp. Kamp is the best in the business and when he puts a Boy on the block, it’s always worth a look. He trains his boys with meticulous detail. They arrive at auction fully compliant and, almost invariably, entirely untarnished. And of the ones that were up for grabs that day, I knew I had to buy Boy Serg the moment I clapped eyes on him. The bidding was intense. Word had gotten round that Kamp had acquired someone rather special and, as he began to seductively rub oils into The Boy’s well-defined body, the offers started sky-rocketing. But I, Master Legrand, will be outbid by no one… The Boy Serg’s gasps of intense pleasure had me rock-hard in seconds. They were the kind of groans which every man in the room immediately knew they’d love to re-create in the privacy of their own bedroom. Kamp oiled The Boy’s tight hole before penetrating it with his fingers and thumbs, sending young Boy Serg into spasms of ecstasy. I knew at that moment that I needed to get myself into his trembling, virgin ass. No amount was too high to purchase that privilege. I could tell that the other buyers were giving me the side eye, wondering if I’d balk at the crazy sums which were being bid. Deep down they knew I was gonna keep right on until I had The Boy, and, one by one, they withdrew from the bidding. A true gentleman never talks about money, but I will confess to having purchased Boy Serg for an eye-watering sum. Watching Master Kamp touch The Boy Serg for one last time was an intense experience. The auctioneer had been all The Boy knew. He was The Boy’s world, his comfort blanket. But Master Kamp was about to vanish from The Boy’s life forever. The world of selling and buying can initially seem as cruel as it is transient, and a Boy can take a while to adjust to the way that it works. In the early stages of his new life, he’s likely to form very deep connections with men who may well cause him a degree of distress by simply walking away once a transaction is complete. Stepping out of the darkness and presenting myself to someone I’ve purchased remains a great thrill. I like to stare them in the eye, taking great pleasure from the conflicting emotions they invariably display. The Boy Serg watched as Master Kamp vanished into the distance—like a puppy abandoned by its owner. A few seconds later, his stunning young blue eyes landed on me. I stepped towards him, gently cupping his face with my hand, and told him he was mine. He nodded nervously, but with understanding. I have seldom seen a more beautiful Boy. Innocence seemed to radiate from him. I kissed him; it felt as though I’d waited my entire life to press my mouth against his soft lips. He kissed back, and I ran my hands possessively over his body. I instructed him to undress me, which he did with surprising tenderness. He unzipped my pants so slowly—both excited and terrified about what lays underneath. I was, of course, already rock-hard. My ten-inch dick bulged in my underwear, forming a diagonal line towards my hip. After ordering him to neatly fold the clothing he’d removed from me, I pulled him in and we kissed again. I could feel his body shaking as his hand crept tentatively towards my dick. I knew it scared him. How could a dick this size not scare a boy who’s never been fucked before? I pushed him onto his back and tied his hands and legs together like some sort of trussed up animal, exposing his tight ass. I pushed a finger, and then two, into him and he yelled loudly. My dick immediately started twitching at the thought of the sound he’d make when that went in. Pre-cum started oozing out of my tip, leaving a large, temporary stain of excitement in my underwear. I told him I wanted him to suck me off before I’d untie him. He rapidly got onto his knees and began to suck my weapon through the straining fabric of my underwear. I guessed that he’d never done anything like that before, but he was a natural and was pleasuring me considerably. He listened, like a good Boy, to the sounds I was making to hear if what he was doing was hitting the spot. He responded to every order I gave him. “Look up at me.” “Slow down.” “Let it slide into your throat…” As he continued to suck my dick, I started to play again with his ass, fingering him and lubing him up as carefully as I could for what would almost certainly turn out to be the most mind-blowing experience of his life so far. I pushed the tip of my dick into his hole and instructed him to stare back at me as I inched myself inside. The look on his face was priceless: a blend of unadulterated pleasure mixed with profound agony. I started gently—almost imperceptibly—pumping myself in and out of him, feeling him slowly relaxing as I continued. Before too long, he became still, at one with the sensation of our bodies becoming a single, beautiful, writhing entity. At that moment, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything. I flipped him onto his back so that I could watch his face as I pounded him with more force. This position enables me to go deeper, and The Boy was soon gasping and crying out. He was incredible. He was worth every penny that I had spent on him. I would have paid twice had I known the ecstasy I would experience while inside him. I sat on the edge of the couch and got him to turn his back and ride me. I realized at that moment that my dick was unlikely to ever grow tired of his almost-perfect ass. He rolled back onto my chest and continued to relentlessly thrust his entire body up and down onto me. It was so pleasurable that I had to instruct him to slow down for fear of being pushed over the edge. I fought wave after wave of desire, desperate not to shoot, so that I could wring every second of potential pleasure from our bodies. But, eventually, I passed the point of no return, and blasted a heavy load deep into his heaving stomach. It genuinely took me a while to regain my composure. The Boy had triggered something in me which caught me off-guard. I stood up and threw a towel at him, ordering him to clean himself up. But, as I left the room, I knew I’d be unable to keep away for long.
3. The Prize 32mn
Master Legrand sat on the edge of his king-size bed. With a simple motion of his hand, he beckoned Boy Serg over to him. This newly acquired Slaveboy obeyed with a bright-eyed eagerness as he approached his towering Master on all fours. Just like I trained you, Master Legrand thought. Good boy. Boy Serg gazed upward at his new Master and waited with breathless anticipation. If The Boy had a tail, it surely would’ve wagged. Master Legrand scratched him behind the ears and under his chin. Boy Serg shivered with aching desire as the Master traced his fingers along the boy’s neck and then traveled down his spine. The young slave gasped as Master Legrand squeezed his young, round bottom and playfully fingered the tender rectal opening. Boy Serg inhaled deeply as the Master gently pressed The Boy’s cute face into his massive chest. He wanted Boy Serg to smell masculinity and let domination crowd his senses. Master Legrand always made sure that his sub playthings remembered who was in control and whose pleasure came first. He pulled Boy Serg in even closer and seemingly went in for a kiss– but not so fast, young man. Your tongue will just have to wait its turn. Master Legrand pushed Boy Serg’s head down toward his crotch and pressed the nearly naked Slaveboy’s face against the silky fabric of his tailored slacks. The boy moaned and inhaled again—the manly, musky aroma was intoxicating in ways Boy Serg had difficulty explaining, but somehow understood in a way without words. Boy Serg was hooked, and knew he would be Master Legrand’s slave for life if that’s what his Master wanted. Master Legrand rose from the edge of the bed and removed his belt. He folded the leather strap and then instructed the boy to turn around but keep kneeling. Master Legrand used the folded belt as a tool which he gently, but firmly used to cup the boy’s testes then yank back. This electrifying sensation caused Boy Serg to yowl, and his hands frantically pawed the Master’s arms and shoulders above him. Then Master Legrand began a new game. He squeezed Boy Serg’s cockhead through the silky confines of his black jockstrap. The copious amounts of syrupy precum which had collected at the tip of the tent oozed through the skimpy material. Soon, both Master and Boy stripped naked. The Master didn’t even have to ask; Boy Serg—well-trained as he was—began sucking on the huge cock straightaway. Master Legrand pinched and twisted the Slaveboy’s fully erect nipples as The Boy gave him head. Serg even remembered the lesson that Master Kamp had taught him about gently and skillfully tugging and massaging the Master’s massive ballsack. Before Boy Serg could make his Master cum, the eager slave was pulled onto his feet. With pure dominance Master Legrand turned The Boy around again, but this time pulled the twink’s ass down and drove his footlong pole all the way up and in. Boy Serg howled. Master Legrand wrapped his muscular arms all the way around his Boy as he guided the both of them to lie back on the bed. As they did so, the Master continued to pump his incredible girth deep within the Slaveboy’s tight insides. Beads of sweat began to pop up all over the Slaveboy’s brow. The Master pulled The Boy’s head back and slipped his tongue inside the whimpering Slaveboy’s mouth, to which Boy Serg greedily lapped up every morsel of saliva. Master Legrand switched positions again. The Boy found himself on his back this time with his legs pushed up against his chest. By the time Boy Serg could get his bearings he felt the massive cockhead of Master Legrand pressing up against his tiny boyhole. The Master wasn’t exactly sure how he was able to squeeze his massive cockhead past The Boy’s incredibly tight sphincter, but he eventually did. As Boy Serg got used to the Master’s super-charged, pistoning fuck-rhythm, he began to stroke his own aching boy-rod in earnest—with Master Legrand’s permission, of course. As the elder statesmen’s tongue explored the Slaveboy’s delectable mouth, Boy Serg quickly felt his climax begin to stir. Mere moments later, the delirious Slaveboy simply couldn’t hold back any longer. Under normal circumstances, Slaveboys were required to wait until their Master either allowed and/or instructed them to ejaculate. In this instance, though, nature overrode any preexisting rules. The Boy Serg bellowed and bayed as thick, milky twink cum erupted all over his torso and abs. Master Legrand slammed his cockhead against the Slaveboy’s sensitive pleasure center with each volley. As Boy Serg gasped for air, he held tightly to Master Legrand. The Slaveboy nearly passed out from the overwhelming power of his Master’s thrusts. And just when The Boy thought that he couldn’t possibly take any more, Master Legrand pulled out and moved Boy Serg face down on the mattress. All Master Legrand heard during the next several minutes were muffled shrieks and cries of ecstasy as the Slaveboy withstood the absolute best ass-pounding of his young life. The eruption of Mount Vesuvius was a mere hiccup in comparison to the force of Master Legrand’s orgasm inside of the Slaveboy’s round bottom. Both The Boy and his owner roared in unison as Master Legrand came over and over again. The Boy Serg quietly wept with joy into the pillow…
4. Party Favor 52mn
One of the many fringe benefits that being a member of the Collective offers is the chance to meet other very wealthy, and often very influential, men in the rarified world of the aristocracy. The number of people who can claim to be among the 0.01% is small, and the number of gay men among that number is even smaller. The number who buy and sell the bodies of exquisite young men is well under a hundred. They are an exclusive fraternity of powerful men with a reason for absolute loyalty that often extends well beyond the activities inside the auction house. I met Master Snow through the Collective and sold Boy Cole to him. We have become very good friends; almost brothers. Except, few brothers share our rather decadent habits. Recently, Master Adam sold Boy Cole to Master Patrick, a recent addition to the Collective. I decided to invite Master Patrick over for dinner to get to know him better, and suggested that he bring Boy Cole as well. I invited Master Adam to join us, since he and Master Patrick are acquainted and, of course, I always enjoy company. It was a pleasant evening and I think we all enjoyed dinner. Afterwards, we settled into my den for an after-dinner whiskey served by The Boys. Perhaps I had miscalculated—Master Patrick was apparently more conservative than I assumed, or maybe he’s just a little too smitten with his newly acquired property to want to share. Whatever the reason, he was completely focused on Boy Cole and when I mentioned the idea of moving things to the bedroom, it was like he didn’t hear me. That was fine; I just want my guests to have a good time. I figured he would come find us if he wanted to. Perhaps as Master Patrick becomes better acquainted with the Collective, he will become more comfortable with the camaraderie that exists between many of its members. Or, perhaps not. He would not be alone in wanting to keep himself apart, but he will miss out in more than a few ways if he does. Adam and I took Boy Serg back to my bedroom. I have owned Boy Serg for several months now. He is truly amazing, even among the remarkable young men sold by the Collective. However, fucking him daily—and sometimes more often—has sated my greedy desire to have him to myself. I was eager to show him off. Master Snow, not having found his next boy yet, was thrilled to have access to one of our boys. Even the best escorts can’t quite measure up to the service of a well trained slave from the Collective. I really don’t have any interest in having a lover and I don’t think Master Snow does, either. However, I enjoy his company very much and I was looking forward to the chance to move our friendship toward a deeper bond of intimacy. Sharing my boy with him was a step in that direction and it was far more satisfying and far more intense than I could have imagined. There’s a feeling of pride and satisfaction watching a man tremble and moan as his hard cock sinks into a tight hole that belongs to me; a delicious feeling of power in being able to order a Boy to give his hole up to any man I choose. There is an equal thrill in being given the privilege of fucking another Master’s Boy, especially since my cock is bigger than most men and one most boys will never forget. There is also nothing quite like the erotic thrill of seeing the expression of ecstacy on another man’s face as he pumps his seed into the well-fucked hole of a Boy that we have shared. Even more so if he’s using my own cum for his lube. When we got to the bedroom, we put Boy Serg on his knees in the middle of the bed and he started sucking Master Snow's cock. I fingered The Boy’s ass, reached over, put my hand on the back of Master Snow’s neck, and pulled him in for a kiss which he eagerly returned. That was everything I hoped for, but I never imagined where things would go before we were done. I let him fuck my boy first. His cock may not be quite as long as mine but I think the base might be thicker. It was certainly big enough to make Boy Serg yell when it went in. We started out spit-roasting but then Master Snow leaned over The Boy’s back and they started taking turns sucking my cock. I took a turn fucking Boy Serg for a while. Then Master snow asked if I thought we would both fit. I grinned like a Cheshire cat and said we could try. I layed back on the bed with Boy Serg impaled on my cock. He layed back on my chest and pulled his legs back to give Master Snow access. When he shoved his cock into Boy Serg’s already over-stretched hole, I thought the neighbors would hear the boy yell. That sound combined with the indescribable feeling of my friend’s cock sliding against mine in the tightest hole either of us had ever fucked almost made me cum right then, but I held on. We fucked him in several positions, our fat throbbing dicks fucking against each other in my Boy’s hot chute and him yelling the whole time. Of course we would have stopped if we had to but, fortunately, we didn’t need to. When we didn’t think our fuck toy could take much more, Master Snow pulled out and it was finally time blow my load. I pounded The Boy’s ass harder than I’ve ever fucked him, my eyes locked with Master Snow’s as I filled The Boy’s hole up to overflowing. When he was bred hard and deep, I pulled out, turned him around, smiled at Master Snow and said, “Your turn.”
5. The Auction 31mn
I first met Boy Serg at Master Legrand’s house. My fellow Master was hosting a small dinner party, to which I was invited, followed by some playtime. He eventually took me back to his bedroom to share his slave with me. Master Legrand was very proud of him and, after we put him to use, I could see why. Boy Serg is perfect in every possible way. Afterwards, I couldn’t get him out of my head. I told myself that I had to have him. I knew Master Legrand wouldn’t keep him forever. Even a slave as exquisite as Boy Serg would only hold his attention for so long. I expected to wait for more than six months, though. Master Legrand had enough money that he doesn’t have to care how much his boys cost and, being one of the founders, nothing at the auction house escaped his attention. I can only think that some new recruit has entered the stable for training. While private trades and sales happen, everyone must be notified and a ‘Change of Title” fee paid. However, the rules are that any new boy must be publicly auctioned first. Nobody, not even Master Legrand can “jump the line” and grab a boy before he goes on the block. Legrand is getting ready to pounce on his new prize. So am I. Seeing Boy Serg on the block brought on a flush of desire that almost blurred my vision. A Master should not allow himself to feel that much for a Slaveboy, but I couldn’t help myself. He’s just everything I want! The bidding began and Master Patrick picked up a bottle and drizzled oil down The Boy's chest, making the perfectly sculpted muscles shine in the glare of the spotlight. The Boy trembled, so of course I sighed and pressed the button on the clicker in my hand. Boy Serg is anything but a virgin so it is up to Patrick's discretion what he wants to do to display the Slaveboy on the block, following any orders he’s been given by the (soon to be) former owner, of course. Master Patrick progressed to fingering Boy Serg’s beautiful hole and my mind flashed back to the sensation of my own fingers toying with that gateway to paradise. My cock was hard as steel and leaking into my shorts. When Master Patrick started to unbuckle his own pants, I knew what was coming next. As I sat there watching his dick sink in between those two perfect mounds of muscle my breath quickened. I almost wanted to shoot without even touching myself, but I was also shocked to feel my face flush with anger. I have nothing against Master Patrick, but I was suddenly overcome with a powerful wave of jealousy. I wanted to jump up on the stage and shove him away. That would, of course, get me summarily expelled. All I could do was watch, while my trembling fingers pressed the clicker in my hand sending the price higher and higher. Fortunately, he pulled out before he came in my Boy. Moments later, the auction was over and Boy Serg was mine! I didn’t even look at the final price as I strode onto the stage to claim my prize. I reached out to touch him, his skin so velvet soft, his muscles so strong, and yet, his eyes submissive, almost shy. His straight perfect cock was hard with desire for me. I ordered him on to his knees and lowered my trousers to bare my cock, which he immediately began to suck without needing to be told. If anything, he has gained even more skill under Master Legrand's training. I took his head in my hands and fucked his face forcefully. He grunted but he didn’t choke. I stroked his back and perfect ass as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm. He wouldn’t taste this load, though, unless it was in the back of his throat. I rolled The Boy onto his back and slowly thrust into his hole. Hearing him gasp and moan made me feel like the most powerful man on the planet. I fucked him slowly and deliberately. My cock is no match for Master Legrand’s, but it’s not small by any means. I kept my eyes locked with his, not letting him forget who owned him now. I thrust deep into him, over and over. He would learn to love my cock. I would teach him to live for it. Unfortunately, no fuck can last forever, but this one didn’t need to. I have all the time in the world. It was time to breed my Boy and make his hole mine. I rolled him onto his knees and grabbed his shoulders for leverage as I pounded into him hard, growling my passion, and he cried out while being taken. My balls finally exploded, shooting my seed deep into his body. When I walked away, I left him lying there limp, moaning quietly, his body soaked in sweat, my cum running out of his fucked open hole, barely able raise his head up off of the block. We both know he belongs to me now.
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