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The boy clayton Chapter 1: the grooming

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December 01, 2022 | Full Length Video : 30min 1sec

The latest acquisition from Master Kamp was a rare prize, indeed. Clayton was a tall, statuesque slab of blonde meat that was formed by the rigors of high school football and weight training. In his past life, he was the golden boy of his town. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and boys.

The untrained eye would look at Clayton and assume that this boy would become top of the world. But there wasn't a “top” bone in Clayton's body. And only the analytical eyes of an expert like Master Kamp could see this truth.

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Master Kamp ran his hands over the wide lats of Clayton's broad back as the boy let out a slow breath through his teeth. He loved the way Clayton’s muscles moved. They were large, coiled with power, but subservient. Clayton yielded to the Master's large, probing hands like butter to the knife.

Master Kamp lifted up the boy's gray sweater and revealed two heavy, large pecs which heaved with his desperate breath. “What high quality beef,” Kamp thought with a smile. He tweaked and kneaded the boy's smooth nipples, pulling on them until they were hard and taut. He continued to undress the boy until he was completely exposed and vulnerable.

Kamp felt Clayton quiver. He could tell that the large young man was so eager to be used. He gripped the boy's head roughly and pushed him onto a pedestal in the center of the darkened room, directly underneath the looming present light source. It cast long shadows over their bodies.

The boy assumed an obedient form on all fours—Kamp was pleased to see how naturally Clayton slipped into the correct position.

He slapped the jock's ass. Clayton's mew was somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. Kamp knew that that was Clayton's true voice, and he wondered how long the football star had waited for a real man like the grizzled Master Kamp to smack that sound out of him.

Kamp rubbed oil across the boy's muscles. He noted that Clayton's strong, smooth legs were so nicely toned, meaty and powerful and ready to absorb anything dealt to them.

Master Kamp let his hands slide over the boy's firm butt cheeks. He measured their circumference with rough squeezes, then pushed his thumb towards Clayton's hole. He circled it slowly then began to probe. The boy gripped the fabric of the pedestal and accepted Master's fingering.

Kamp, his stoic face breaking into a pleased smile from behind his beard, worked another slicked-up finger in. He pressed gently against the ring of muscle. He felt the tightness around his knuckle and the warmth of the beyond.

"Good boy," Kamp muttered before delivering a reaffirming swat to Clayton's meaty rear.

With evidence that the boy's quivering hole knew how to behave, Master Kamp rolled up his sleeves and withdrew a clear glass wand.

He pushed the tapered end slowly into Clayton's rear, whose voice broke in a cry of pleasure. His body did not resist, but instead opened up to his new Master's whims. His knees slid and spread his legs further to take as much of the object as Master Kamp was interested in inserting into him.

Kamp, with a low laugh, was more than happy to give Clayton what his whole body desired. The Master drew it in-and-out a couple of times before slapping the boy's ass with enough force to make it sting. He gave one last thrust of the toy before pulling it out of the young man's ass and coating it in another layer of oil.

"On your back, boy," Kamp grunted. The blonde boy-toy flipped over immediately, nodding with happy abandon.

Kamp rolled Clayton onto his sexy shoulders, like a pinned opponent in a wrestling match, and brought the wand back to Clayton's hole. He locked eyes with his acquisition, and just the glance alone of the bear-like superior made Clayton shudder with joy and surrender.

Kamp felt like he had conquered some great beast, and tamed it merely with the grip of his hands. That strong grip pushed the boy's legs over his shoulders. With his other hand, he worked the wand in and out in slow, deep waves.

The blond boy moaned loudly with every thrust, his whole body twitching in anticipation. When Master Kamp reached back to slap him on the ass, the jock grunted with labored lust. Kamp recognized Clayton’s love of domination, especially by powerful men, will be worth so much to potential future buyers when the jock goes on the auction block.

Clayton began to stroke himself, his eyes swirling in his head from the hypnotic combination of the wand's pressure on his prostate and the spanking Kamp was giving him. Kamp kissed at the boy's thighs, calves, the soles of his feet, and even sucked the waving digits of his curled toes. Everything—every touch of this domination—broke the boy's voice and lolled his tongue. “Oh,” Kamp thought, “what a beautiful specimen I have found.”

Sensing that the boy's prostate would soon yield, Kamp knew there was but one hole left to test. He lowered the boy's legs down, allowing his jock body to drape across the podium. With one hand, the Master maintained the wand's rhythm into his rear. With the other, he shoved two strong fingers into the boy’s mouth, simulating the face-fucking he knew the boy needed and deserved. In and out, he pushed his fingers, smothering the boy's face with his own drool.

Eventually, Clayton erupted, smearing himself with a long-denied release. Kamp laughed.

As the stream of seed eventually subsided from Clayton's cock, Master Kamp pulled back, exhaled, and admired another body well-broken. He wiped the sweat off Clayton’s forehead with a towel and tossed it onto the boy’s crumpled, panting body. Clayton would have a few moments to rest after his intense orgasm, but this was merely an introduction to his new life. Kamp was sure the boy could handle more, still. And certainly, he would.

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THE BOY CLAYTON

Clayton is an innocent blond jock with a thick, muscular body that hides a submissive personality. In his past life, he was the golden boy of his town. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and boys. His muscled physique makes him a favorite among prospective buyers. He wants to be of service, but needs a strong hand to show him what full submission looks like.

Played by Clayton Foster
MASTER KAMP

Master Kamp is a man who knows market value. He’s an experienced trader of various rarities, including precious stones, antiquities, and fine art. But he’s honed his eye lately on the most valuable possession: young, submissive boys.

Master Kamp can see what makes them unique, but also the potential return on his investment. Some come to him perfectly trained, beautiful presented, and ready for sale. Others, however, require his knowledge and discipline to bring out their true worth. He’s able to see past a rough exterior and see a boy's value after he has been cut down and reshaped.

For this man, there is no greater satisfaction than bringing those finished products to market and seeing his hard work rewarded.

Played by Felix Kamp
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The Boy Clayton

The Boy Clayton: Chapters
1. The Grooming 31mn
The latest acquisition from Master Kamp was a rare prize, indeed. Clayton was a tall, statuesque slab of blonde meat that was formed by the rigors of high school football and weight training. In his past life, he was the golden boy of his town. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and boys. The untrained eye would look at Clayton and assume that this boy would become top of the world. But there wasn't a “top” bone in Clayton's body. And only the analytical eyes of an expert like Master Kamp could see this truth. Master Kamp ran his hands over the wide lats of Clayton's broad back as the boy let out a slow breath through his teeth. He loved the way Clayton’s muscles moved. They were large, coiled with power, but subservient. Clayton yielded to the Master's large, probing hands like butter to the knife. Master Kamp lifted up the boy's gray sweater and revealed two heavy, large pecs which heaved with his desperate breath. “What high quality beef,” Kamp thought with a smile. He tweaked and kneaded the boy's smooth nipples, pulling on them until they were hard and taut. He continued to undress the boy until he was completely exposed and vulnerable. Kamp felt Clayton quiver. He could tell that the large young man was so eager to be used. He gripped the boy's head roughly and pushed him onto a pedestal in the center of the darkened room, directly underneath the looming present light source. It cast long shadows over their bodies. The boy assumed an obedient form on all fours—Kamp was pleased to see how naturally Clayton slipped into the correct position. He slapped the jock's ass. Clayton's mew was somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. Kamp knew that that was Clayton's true voice, and he wondered how long the football star had waited for a real man like the grizzled Master Kamp to smack that sound out of him. Kamp rubbed oil across the boy's muscles. He noted that Clayton's strong, smooth legs were so nicely toned, meaty and powerful and ready to absorb anything dealt to them. Master Kamp let his hands slide over the boy's firm butt cheeks. He measured their circumference with rough squeezes, then pushed his thumb towards Clayton's hole. He circled it slowly then began to probe. The boy gripped the fabric of the pedestal and accepted Master's fingering. Kamp, his stoic face breaking into a pleased smile from behind his beard, worked another slicked-up finger in. He pressed gently against the ring of muscle. He felt the tightness around his knuckle and the warmth of the beyond. "Good boy," Kamp muttered before delivering a reaffirming swat to Clayton's meaty rear. With evidence that the boy's quivering hole knew how to behave, Master Kamp rolled up his sleeves and withdrew a clear glass wand. He pushed the tapered end slowly into Clayton's rear, whose voice broke in a cry of pleasure. His body did not resist, but instead opened up to his new Master's whims. His knees slid and spread his legs further to take as much of the object as Master Kamp was interested in inserting into him. Kamp, with a low laugh, was more than happy to give Clayton what his whole body desired. The Master drew it in-and-out a couple of times before slapping the boy's ass with enough force to make it sting. He gave one last thrust of the toy before pulling it out of the young man's ass and coating it in another layer of oil. "On your back, boy," Kamp grunted. The blonde boy-toy flipped over immediately, nodding with happy abandon. Kamp rolled Clayton onto his sexy shoulders, like a pinned opponent in a wrestling match, and brought the wand back to Clayton's hole. He locked eyes with his acquisition, and just the glance alone of the bear-like superior made Clayton shudder with joy and surrender. Kamp felt like he had conquered some great beast, and tamed it merely with the grip of his hands. That strong grip pushed the boy's legs over his shoulders. With his other hand, he worked the wand in and out in slow, deep waves. The blond boy moaned loudly with every thrust, his whole body twitching in anticipation. When Master Kamp reached back to slap him on the ass, the jock grunted with labored lust. Kamp recognized Clayton’s love of domination, especially by powerful men, will be worth so much to potential future buyers when the jock goes on the auction block. Clayton began to stroke himself, his eyes swirling in his head from the hypnotic combination of the wand's pressure on his prostate and the spanking Kamp was giving him. Kamp kissed at the boy's thighs, calves, the soles of his feet, and even sucked the waving digits of his curled toes. Everything—every touch of this domination—broke the boy's voice and lolled his tongue. “Oh,” Kamp thought, “what a beautiful specimen I have found.” Sensing that the boy's prostate would soon yield, Kamp knew there was but one hole left to test. He lowered the boy's legs down, allowing his jock body to drape across the podium. With one hand, the Master maintained the wand's rhythm into his rear. With the other, he shoved two strong fingers into the boy’s mouth, simulating the face-fucking he knew the boy needed and deserved. In and out, he pushed his fingers, smothering the boy's face with his own drool. Eventually, Clayton erupted, smearing himself with a long-denied release. Kamp laughed. As the stream of seed eventually subsided from Clayton's cock, Master Kamp pulled back, exhaled, and admired another body well-broken. He wiped the sweat off Clayton’s forehead with a towel and tossed it onto the boy’s crumpled, panting body. Clayton would have a few moments to rest after his intense orgasm, but this was merely an introduction to his new life. Kamp was sure the boy could handle more, still. And certainly, he would.
2. The Auction 29mn
The Boy Clayton was the embodiment of the "All-American Boy." His blonde hair, thick body toned by routine gym visits, and an innocent boyish demeanor, captured the imagination of any man that laid eyes upon him. So when the auction announcement for this boy was made, the deepest pockets of our club came to bid. This highly-sought-out boy was initially brought in as a party favor for a prestigious gathering, but he proved to be far too popular for one-night only. Our buyers starved for more, and as for the boy, the experience only made him more eager to fall into his naturally submissive state of mind. The clock began to tick as the auction opened. The Boy Clayton was brought out from the shadows—he was at the $10,000 mark with only the silhouette of his body in view. This Slaveboy was expensive merchandise, and for good reason. His impressive body strode the stage, his thick thighs crowding the small jockstrap covering his growing cock. Moans filled the room as Master Kamp, the auctioneer of the evening, caressed the boy's body, oiling up the new merchandise for peak performance. Tensions started to rise as The Boy turned around to show off one of his best assets. His hairy tight hole spread on the table in all its glory, and the bids skyrocketed in response. His young cock was fully hard from being put on display. Master Kamp grabbed the merchandise to demonstrate it to the bidders, and the boy moaned with ecstasy from each of the Master's movements. The Boy’s naturally submissive side revealed itself as he leaned on Master Kamp while getting stroked. The bids closed at $900,000 and a victor was revealed among the buyers. He approached the stage to collect his purchase. Master Legrand knew he was going to outbid everyone; he’s had his eye on this Boy ever since he was first passed onto his lap at the aforementioned party. The Boy Clayton recognized Master Legrand from the same event, and couldn't keep the pleasantness of that memory off his hungry face. Master Legrand felt up his prize; the leftover oil lubed up his fingers enough to trail his digits downwards and insert them inside of his boy’s warm hole. Master Legrand’s finger slipped in and out as he leaned in for a taste of Boy Clayton's perfect mouth. Their tongues twisted around in shapes they would both become accustomed to. Boy Clayton undressed his Master anxiously. He did all that he could to demonstrate his obedience. Master Legrand leaned back as the Boy took his Master's huge cock into his mouth; Boy Clayton looked up with pleading eyes. Master Legrand smiled as he pushed his sub-boy further down the shaft of his member, filling that throat with the taste of wealthy precum and juicy cock. Boy Clayton straddled his Master, slowly sliding one of the biggest cocks in the Buyers Club into his lightly-stretched hole. The Slaveboy’s moans immediately followed as he began to pump himself on his Master's cock. Legrand appeared almost proud of his submissive boy for taking his huge cock so well—though perhaps "pride" is not the correct word for a man pleased that his purchase is working as expected. Nature took over. Master Legrand pumped reflexively, pumping the boy harder and harder with each second. The Boy Clayton's hole was split in ways it had never been before, his moans of pain and pleasure reached new heights he was unaware of. Their faces twisted, overcome with sensation, as Master Legrand approached his final thrusts into the boy. His seed spilled, spreading throughout his boy's body, filling each crevice of his hole. Money well spent. With his softening cock so big that it still filled the inside of his boy's hole, Master Legrand propped Boy Clayton up. The afterglow of his breeding washed over the boy's glazed expression; he barely whimpered when Master pulled out. Master Legrand rose to leave the room, but not before throwing the boy a towel. After all, he should clean up before their next session…
3. The Prize 32mn
One gloriously sunny afternoon at his mansion, Master Legrand Wolf was feeling hot. It wasn’t related to the simmering summer day, though; he had taken sole possession of a scrumptious youngster named The Boy Clayton when the Master purchased the tall, chiseled twink at a recent Buyers’ auction. The price for such a perfect specimen was steep, but Master Legrand knew from the first time he laid eyes on the boy that he would be more than worth it. The stunning blue eyes, adorable boyish face, and fantastic musculature of the humble twink was enough to make anyone empty their bank account in exchange for even one night. The meticulous Master had wrangled what he thought was an excellent deal for the boy. Young Clayton would be all Legrand’s to own for as long as he cared to have possession. In addition, his new toy was not to be shared—unless, that is, the Master cared to do so. Boy Clayton was Master Legrand’s exclusive prize. He was subsequently free to sculpt, mold, and transform the near-pious servant however he saw fit. What does it mean to be a true submissive, one might wonder? To Master Legrand, pure, genuine submission means Boy Clayton is to completely let go of the wheel and give up all power, control, and—when the situation calls for it—complete, unadulterated surrender. So it was on this fine afternoon that newly purchased Boy Clayton found himself in Master Legrand’s private quarters. The Boy presented himself in the middle of the room. He dropped to his knees, then silently, breathlessly awaited his next command. He could feel the tall, hulking Master approach from behind him, and he shivered uncontrollably. Master Legrand had plans to complete Boy Clayton’s transformation through a series of intensely arousing rituals. He would strip and shear the boy of all power and control. Clipping away a Slaveboy’s body hair was one specific way in which this type of phenomena could be symbolized and incorporated. Boy Clayton was well-versed enough at this point in the role of Slaveboy that, naturally, anything that a Master wished for was to be the Boy’s command. There was no doubt that the tall, hunky dom was the only Master who had his earnest attention today. Master Legrand, with a solemn but stern look, began shaving the soft, peach-fuzz chest hair of the obedient boy. Both owner and servant hummed genially in rhythm with the buzzing of the titanium clippers. As he slowly sheared, he also managed to fondle his Slaveboy, all the while making sure not to miss clipping a single hair off of the youth’s well-built torso. Once completed, the meticulous Master appraised Boy Clayton’s now silky-smooth chest and abs. The Boy’s baby-blue eyes shined adoringly up at his handsome owner. In the next instant, Master Legrand pulled the SlaveBoy up onto his feet. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Master Legrand emitted a low moan before proceeding to firmly and lustfully knead the boy’s meaty ass cheeks. Soon, Boy Clayton found himself scarcely able to remain on his feet. He wobbled as his new Master began to nibble, then primally chew on the savory and tender buttocks. The Slaveboy could barely suppress what would have otherwise been a high-pitched holler of euphoria. After several sexy bites on the twink’s beautiful bottom, Boy Clayton was gently, but firmly ordered to remove the horny gentleman’s slacks. This the Boy did at once, but the somewhat overly eager youth carelessly tossed the dress pants onto the carpet. To this the Master was obligated to softly chide, then correct the Slaveboy, who then carefully collected the clothes, shook them out, and folded them up nicely. During this important learning experience, Boy Clayton worried that this unintentional slip in behavior might keep him from being permitted to suck on the Master’s cock. If this had been perhaps any other purchase, the prize might have been promptly returned or exchanged. However, the Slaveboy was simply redirected. With a short, brisk bark, the boytoy was commanded to orally stimulate the Master’s cock beneath some obscenely tented jockeys. Soon the precum oozed through the thick material. What was Master Legrand going to do first with such a handsome, obedient Slaveboy? As was the owner’s habit, he instructed his purchased pet with innocent eyes, wanton lips, and bubblegum tongue to lower the Master’s underwear and start swallowing the rock-hard master-meat that would finally be set free. To this, the sweet-faced submissive immediately complied without a word—Boy Clayton merely gazed up at Master Legrand as he proceeded to lick and kiss the Master’s cock. A wondrous twinkle shined in his domesticated blue eyes. The Buyer’s massive daddy dick throbbed and bobbed in the boy’s hands. As the hungry, handsome youth dutifully pleasured the massive shaft, Master Legrand removed his silk tie. He fantasized about tying the Boy’s hands behind his back with it and forcefully face-fucking his possession, but then decided instead on another activity. One thing that all Buyer’s could agree upon was that a newly purchased Slaveboy had to be fresh, squeaky-clean, and tight. Anything less was unacceptable. To Master Legrand’s absolute delight, not only was Boy Clayton all of the above, his smooth, delectable fuck tunnel was not just fresh and clean, it was exquisite. During their first night together, Master Legrand was uncharacteristically caught off-guard by just how tight the Boy’s hole was. He would never admit this to anyone, but he was so turned on by Boy Clayton’s prime physique and perfect bottom, he nearly came inside the Slaveboy’s impossibly tight hole when he was barely halfway in. By the end of their first night, however, Master Legrand had fully re-established his primal control. He had successfully fucked and blasted inside of his Slaveboy in the exact and precise manner in which they were used to. Luckily for Boy Clayton, Master Legrand had nothing but time this afternoon to continue the necessary lessons required to become a true submissive. The Boy was guided on the merits of how to fuck himself up and down on a gentleman’s aching cock. And throughout that afternoon, the skillful, patient Master Legrand had the boy practice riding his man-rod to perfection. The sweet-faced Slaveboy merely wished and prayed that his efforts to please his Master would bring about yet another awe-inspiring climax. At least, for the Buyer. The Boy’s own possible orgasm was not under consideration. Master Legrand’s eyes were completely afire. The sweat began to stream down his handsome face as he fucked the Boy like a man possessed. He placed one beefy boy-leg up against his shoulder as he jackhammered his Slaveboy to a delirious, delighted pulp. The Master experienced a thunderous orgasm that shook his body to its very core. For Master Legrand it felt like his foot-long daddy pole was surging electrical shockwaves through his body. After that, the Boy Clayton simply could not contain himself any longer. As the Master’s cum shots continued to fill the Boy’s insides to capacity, the overwhelmed underling wept with pure joy. Master Legrand released a very long, deep, loud sigh as the post-orgasmic convulsions periodically sent aftershocks throughout his body. His knowledge that Boy Clayton had been truly transformed by his hand—and cock—alone, caused both submissive and dominant to feel blessed by what a single interaction might lead to.
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