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March 09, 2023 | Full Length Video : 36min 21sec
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As Master Reese brings the boy Milo in for his grooming, it’s clear to him that the boy is meek, yet obedient. Dressed in a black suit of masculine proportion, Master Reese looks like his world and the world of Milo would never cross. Reese is tall, well built, and prepared for professionalism. Milo, quivering under Reese’s gaze, seems aware of this too—in his tight t-shirt and jeans, he feels, comparatively, naked.

But of course, he could lose those clothes, too. Master Reese give’s Milo’s left nipple a light pinch, which elicits a moan from the latino twink. The crisp-suited man runs his hands all over the boy’s body as young Milo trembles under the kneading grip. The Master’s hands stop at Milo’s crotch, where the boy’s excitement is very obvious.

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The older man begins to undress the boy. He makes him remove his jean jacket and tight shirt, then lets his hands roam all over the young body. He sniffs the boy’s scent; he’s clean, a hint of spicy after-shave and nervousness. Master Reese unbuttons the top of Milo’s jeans and instructs him to sit on his knees. He walks Milo through a series of instructions, which the boy is more than ready to obey: Milo removes his jeans, and then his socks. Master Reese pulls the boy’s briefs down partially, revealing the boy’s taut ass.

Master Reese rubs the boy’s tight hole with his thumb. Milo whimpers as his Master circles the entrance with one hand and using the other to fish out Milo’s cock. Master softly smacks the youngster’s ball sac a few times, just enough of a shock to let him know where he is, and what his position will be in the Buyer’s lounge. The man then rolls up his sleeves and instructs Milo to get back to his knees.

Master Reese drizzles oil on Milo’s lithe body. He rubs the slickness into the young man’s torso, and the slow knead makes Milo’s big young cock bounce up and down. Reese notices this, and rewards the randy reaction with attention.

Reese’s oil-slicked hands play with the boy’s meat, which continues to pulse and jump at his touch. He strokes the boy’s cock vigorously in his grip, his other hand tweaking the boy’s nipple. After some time, he orders Milo to lay face down, ass up. It’s a position he’d need to learn properly anyways, but Milo appears to naturally find it without much guidance.

Reese oils up Milo’s tight hole and brings a glass toy up to the chute. At first, he teases the twink with it, rolling it around the ring, before letting the tip slowly slide inside. Milo’s moans go up in volume in conjunction with the depths that Reese plunges the oil slicked toy into.

Master Reese flips the young man to his back. He undresses, dropping his expensive pants and his own briefs. He pulls out his own cock, unsurprisingly hard from enjoyment with what he’s done to the boy that far. He pulls the glass toy out from the boy’s hole and replaces it with his aching member.

Milo’s moans reach a fever pitch. He strokes himself as Master Reese slides his in-and-out. But the hardon’s not his to tend to—Reese grabs Milo’s member from him, and strokes the boy’s cock while he fucks the twink. The pleasure, the loss of control: it’s all too much for Milo as he shoots his load all over his own belly. Master Reese admonishes him for not being able to restrain himself. But, nonetheless, he’s impressed with Milo. He’s beautiful and eager, and now, thanks to Master Reese’s expertise, he’s well-groomed for sale.

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THE BOY MILO

Milo’s fended for himself for as long as he can remember. This small little Latin guy barely meets 5’4”, and if it wasn’t for his cute smile, natural charm, and resourcefulness, the streets certainly would’ve swallowed him up by now.

But cleverness only goes so far in this world. Life’s gotten tough lately, and Milo’s found himself lost—in life, in the world. That all changes, though, on the day when Master Reese’s limo drives up to the boy. He sees a purpose in Milo that the wandering boy himself is, as of yet, unaware of…

Played by Milo Miles
MASTER REESE

Meet Master Reese. He’s a wealthy CEO whose conglomerate has its hands in almost every industry. But that’s on the surface—behind closed doors, the only thing he wants his hands on are the boys for sale at The Auction.

He’s a polished gentleman with fine, thick muscles stuffed in an expensive suit. He has an imposing presence; potential boys melt under his gaze. With this combination of confidence and masculine beauty, he can easily bring in boys from off the street and mold them into fine products, giving them new purpose.

Played by Reese Rideout
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Chapters
1. The Grooming 37mn
As Master Reese brings the boy Milo in for his grooming, it’s clear to him that the boy is meek, yet obedient. Dressed in a black suit of masculine proportion, Master Reese looks like his world and the world of Milo would never cross. Reese is tall, well built, and prepared for professionalism. Milo, quivering under Reese’s gaze, seems aware of this too—in his tight t-shirt and jeans, he feels, comparatively, naked. But of course, he could lose those clothes, too. Master Reese give’s Milo’s left nipple a light pinch, which elicits a moan from the latino twink. The crisp-suited man runs his hands all over the boy’s body as young Milo trembles under the kneading grip. The Master’s hands stop at Milo’s crotch, where the boy’s excitement is very obvious. The older man begins to undress the boy. He makes him remove his jean jacket and tight shirt, then lets his hands roam all over the young body. He sniffs the boy’s scent; he’s clean, a hint of spicy after-shave and nervousness. Master Reese unbuttons the top of Milo’s jeans and instructs him to sit on his knees. He walks Milo through a series of instructions, which the boy is more than ready to obey: Milo removes his jeans, and then his socks. Master Reese pulls the boy’s briefs down partially, revealing the boy’s taut ass. Master Reese rubs the boy’s tight hole with his thumb. Milo whimpers as his Master circles the entrance with one hand and using the other to fish out Milo’s cock. Master softly smacks the youngster’s ball sac a few times, just enough of a shock to let him know where he is, and what his position will be in the Buyer’s lounge. The man then rolls up his sleeves and instructs Milo to get back to his knees. Master Reese drizzles oil on Milo’s lithe body. He rubs the slickness into the young man’s torso, and the slow knead makes Milo’s big young cock bounce up and down. Reese notices this, and rewards the randy reaction with attention. Reese’s oil-slicked hands play with the boy’s meat, which continues to pulse and jump at his touch. He strokes the boy’s cock vigorously in his grip, his other hand tweaking the boy’s nipple. After some time, he orders Milo to lay face down, ass up. It’s a position he’d need to learn properly anyways, but Milo appears to naturally find it without much guidance. Reese oils up Milo’s tight hole and brings a glass toy up to the chute. At first, he teases the twink with it, rolling it around the ring, before letting the tip slowly slide inside. Milo’s moans go up in volume in conjunction with the depths that Reese plunges the oil slicked toy into. Master Reese flips the young man to his back. He undresses, dropping his expensive pants and his own briefs. He pulls out his own cock, unsurprisingly hard from enjoyment with what he’s done to the boy that far. He pulls the glass toy out from the boy’s hole and replaces it with his aching member. Milo’s moans reach a fever pitch. He strokes himself as Master Reese slides his in-and-out. But the hardon’s not his to tend to—Reese grabs Milo’s member from him, and strokes the boy’s cock while he fucks the twink. The pleasure, the loss of control: it’s all too much for Milo as he shoots his load all over his own belly. Master Reese admonishes him for not being able to restrain himself. But, nonetheless, he’s impressed with Milo. He’s beautiful and eager, and now, thanks to Master Reese’s expertise, he’s well-groomed for sale.
2. The Auction 25mn
This young man, Milo… he seems to be a special one, Master Reese thinks. Not every session becomes so red-hot that Master Reese finds himself inside the product. But, he couldn’t help but see this cute, fragile latino boy is worthy of the potential he saw. Of course, that wasn't the only reason he thought The Boy Milo was special—almost instantly, a new buyer had appeared from the shadows, drawn to the light by his growing interest in Milo. The boy was barely prepared and a powerful man was already writing a check for him. In the dark room, Master Reese brought out the new merchandise. Boy Milo walked into the harsh light with just a jockstrap on. He quivered with nervous excitement. Master Reese traced the curves of the boy as his hands exposed the boy's well-toned body to the buyers. He pinched Milo’s nipples, and then moved down to the boy’s hardening, jockstrap-trapped cock. Despite the nervousness on The Boy Milo’s face, it was obvious he was excited. That excitement—evident in his tent and in his moans—made an impression on the buyers. Bids immediately went up. The new buyer that Reese was prepared for bid relentlessly; as relentlessly as his pockets were deep. There was no way the new buyer was letting that boy go. Master Reese oiled Milo up, turning him around to expose his beautifully groomed hole. As he played with the boy’s hole, moans filled the room. It became a hypnotic sound to the buyers, many of whom missed their chance to make last bids–too mesmerized by the show in front of them. But not that buyer. He won this auction and wasted no moments to claim his prize. He revealed himself. Master Stone walked into the light, inspecting his new merchandise with a half-smile. He looked his new Boy up and down, circling the stage. The Boy Milo looked nervous as the powerful man –wizened, gray, and strong– paced around him. But the hardness of the boy's cock never waned. His new owner began to undress as Milo looked up at him; their eyes locked, and Milo quivered in Master Stone’s gaze. Master Stone unbuttoned and slid out of his shirt, then drew Milo close to his broad chest. He pushed the boy’s face against the rough hairs on his sturdy body. Master Stone's beefy physique glowed in the light along with Milo’s: beautiful silhouettes that glorified their size difference. It became clear that Master Stone had been holding back a monster. Milo could almost see the cock throbbing, trying to rip through the fabric for release. Master Stone turned Milo around to get a better view of the ass this new owner was going to release himself into, rubbing his cotton-restrained cock against Milo's perfectly groomed hole to give the boy an idea of what he was up against. The moment Master Stone had purchased had finally come. He peeled off his underwear to reveal his massive, throbbing member. Milo’s expression, wide eyed and blissful, said far more about his pleasure at the sight than words could have. Master Stone spat on his boy's hole and inserted himself inside with rabid enthusiasm. Milo half-screamed and half-moaned as the pain of his Master's huge cock ripped him open for what he was sure would be the first of many times to come. The pain melted into light-sparking pleasure as Master Stone immediately hit Milo’s prostate over and over again. Master Stone could have used this boy's hole all night, just like that. The reality set in that the boy was now his; he could have him at any time. That thought—of having Milo’s hole to himself on command—put him over the edge. The pace of Master Stone’s pumps picked up, and left Milo panting in disbelief that his body could be rammed even harder than he had been before. Master Stone took his cock out of his boy's hole to mark his newly attained merchandise. His hot load spread all over Milo's chest and cock, glistening in the light. Pure, masculine manjuice covered Milo. Master Stone took a dab to use as lubrication for a few final pumps, before leaving his Boy alone to clean up. He expected his new toy should be groomed enough to know how to keep himself ready, after all.
3. The Prize 30mn
The Boy Milo had just stepped off the auction sales floor after his first time being put up for bid. Master Reese had made excellent use of the young body—the product—during a lengthy demonstration to the bidding audience of wealthy older men. Boy Milo still had some butterflies in his tummy, but he was far more excited than nervous or anxious. After all, he'd just been purchased for the night by the devilishly handsome Master Stone. Master Stone had only just given him a bareback pounding that ended with the older hunk blowing his load all over Boy Milo’s tummy. The idea of this stranger simply paying for a chance to use his young body however the stranger wished turned the boy on a great deal, far more than he had expected it would. He had never put a price to his own body before. And now he would learn what that price meant. They returned to Master Stone's estate, and his bedroom. Master Stone sat on the big king-sized bed. He was a towering, strong man with broad shoulders and a chest like a fortress: exuding confidence and authority in a white crisp-collared shirt, red tie, gray vest, and slacks. His face was etched with lines of experience. Milo was on all fours, still in his snug black jockstrap, his innocent eyes a striking shade that seemed to shine with an inner innocence. The older man beckoned for the young slave boy to crawl over to him. Boy Milo compiled and made his way over to Master Stone, crawling face-first into the man’s crotch like a puppy. The Slaveboy took a big whiff—Master Stone smelled amazing, like spice and steel, his scent as dominant and masculine as he was. Master Stone had Boy Milo stand up so The Master could get an even better look. The Boy was just as fragile and precious in the brighter light of his private quarters. The Boy quivered as the man let his hands roam all over his young bare skin, stopping at the ass. Boy Milo could feel the older man’s big fingers probe his little hole, making the Slaveboy shudder. The Master told Boy Milo to undress him, and again, the young one complied. Obedience came naturally to him. Boy Milo was only able to undo the man’s vest and tie before Master Stone returned to letting his hands grope and feel up the youngster. The new owner tweaked and licked his purchase’s nipples and noticed the boy’s cock had grown stiff and rigid. Master Stone pulled out Boy Milo’s hard little cock from the confines of the form-fitting jockstrap. He gave it a slight lick and a couple of strokes before putting it back in its cotton prison. He brought the boy back to his knees and gestured for him to continue undressing his buyer. Master Stone watched intently as Boy Milo did as he was instructed—impressed with the level of mindfulness the young boy possessed—and satisfied with his purchase thus far. With his Master’s chest and torso now exposed, Boy Milo tasted the man’s beefy body. Master Stone stood up, dropped his pants down, and showed his hard cock clearly visible through his snug white briefs. Boy Milo pulled them down, freeing the older man’s swollen meat. The boy wasted no time in swallowing the fleshy sword—such was his duty, such was his desire. Master Stone enjoyed the Boy’s mouth on his cock, but was far too hungry for just a blowjob. He ordered Boy Milo to the bed. His slave got on all fours, and Master Stone slid his cock into the boy’s ultra tight chute. The Boy Milo yelped a bit as the man’s huge shaft made its way inside. Soon though, the Boy was moaning in pleasure as Master Stone slowly built up to a steady pace of pumping in and out, in and out. Master Stone flipped Milo over onto his back; the small boy was easy to maneuver. He slid his rigid cock back in and gave The Boy Milo a proper pounding. The youngster pulled his own stiff rod back from out of his jockstrap and stroked it to the rhythm of Master Stone’s thrusts. Before the Boy even knew it was happening, he lost control and came all over his own Slaveboy stomach. This did not stop the freight train of Master Stone, who continued the powerful pumping. Master Stone didn’t seem upset though The Boy had blasted, in fact the powerful Master looked pleased at his own handiwork having such an impact on his new slave. Master Stone slipped his rod out of the boy and stroked it, blowing his own load all over The Boy, marking him as his Buyer’s property—not that there was ever any doubt who belonged to whom.
4. The Appraisal 30mn
The Boy Milo may have been one of the newer additions to the auction floor, but he had proven to be a fast learner. Though he was meek and seemingly shy, underneath that facade lay an obedient and willing boy just yearning to do whatever any powerful man would ask and want of him. The boy was up for a re-appraisal and the same man that brought him into market—Master Reese—would be the man to oversee the process. He would not be alone, though. Master Marko would perform the appraisal, and Master Stone would be there as an assistant. Everyone had their part to play. Master Reese could already feel his rising arousal as Master Marko brought the boy out onto the dimly-lit floor. The dark-skinned twink slave was only wearing a black jockstrap, which fully displayed the erection he got just from being led around by the barrel-chested Master Marko. Master Marko pointed the young man’s stiffness out to the watchful eye of Master Reese, presenting it proudly, as if to say, Look at what a good product he is. Look at how well he’s trained. Master Reese seemed to agree—he couldn’t stop himself from stroking his cock through his pants! The Boy Milo maintained an expression of uncertainty on his face, and there was even the gleam of nervousness in his eyes as Master Marko’s hands roamed all over The Boy’s body, running a measuring tape from his young arms to his chest, then to his stiff little-boy cock. Master Reese and Master Stone joined The Boy Milo and Master Marko on the floor to poke and prod at the quivering product. Boy Milo found it difficult, if not impossible, to hide his enjoyment he felt with Master Reese’s touch, especially once he sensed the man’s tongue enter his boyhole. The jacket came off Master Reese first, then his vest, and tie, and trousers. The other Masters bent the boy face-down-ass-up, and ran their hands over him. Master Stone oiled both the moaning Boy’s hole in addition to Master Reese’s stiff, rigid meat to enter it. The Boy Milo’s cheeks were glistening, slathered with oil. His moans turned to grunts of ecstasy as Master Reese’s meat flooded and pulverized every inch of his tiny cavern. Masters Marko and Stone surrounded the boy, putting fingers in his mouth and jerking him while Master Reese pistoned the hole. It was at that moment that Milo realized that being surrounded by a trio of men three times his size—completely at their mercy, with their deep, resonant voices vibrating in his head like a hypnotic spell—he felt, finally, at ease.
5. Auction 35mn
The Boy Milo was proving to be one of the hottest commodities of the Buyer’s Club. He was valuable goods that provided any and every service the boundless imagination of the wealthy Masters of the club could dream up. As Master Stone brought the bronze-skinned twink onto the dimly lit auction floor for his second time, Boy Milo emanated an allure unparalleled. Now firmly settled in his role The Boy, once nervous and meek when he first came into being sold, was now well-practiced in letting the elder auction Masters present him to all the bidders. Upon his inaugural debut to the hungry crowd of discerning connoisseurs, Milo’s presence beckoned a cascade of fervent bidders, each vying to lay claim to his youthful, taut body for the night. This time around, with word having spread about the boy’s talents, the auction room was electrified with anticipation. Who would get him? What deeds would they defile him with, and would the winning Master share his prize? Master Stone had Milo lay out across the table on all fours, and the bids began to roll in. Split seconds went by as one was quickly outbid by another. Master Stone, while stoic and professional as humanly possible, found himself just as entranced and intoxicated by the beautifully tanned boy as the crowd. He let his fingers linger as he showed off The Boy’s brown puckering hole to the audience, even taking The Boy’s little foot and letting it press and rise against his own crotch. Master Stone’s cock ached in his slacks as he marveled at The Boy’s nearly naked body. The boy’s eager moans only exacerbated this. The bidding, however, came to an end, one man had emerged as the winner. Bearded, thick Master Marko had the winning call with a record-shattering final bid. The echoes of Boy Milo’s moans reverberated through his mind as he walked onto the auction floor to claim his prize. His steely eyes wandered over the boy with desire, astonishment, and admiration. There would be no buyer’s remorse here… The muscular old man came up behind Boy Milo and immediately saw that The Boy’s own cock was sticking straight out, just barely restrained under the fabric of the black jockstrap. Master Marko let his hands roam over The Boy’s body, the youth practically melting into his new Master’s hands and arms as he explored. Milo's hard dick bounced uncontrollably when Master Marko sniffed and kissed his neck. Boy Milo was turned around back onto his knees as the Master began to undress, revealing his massive, hairy chest before undoing his pants and presenting The Boy with his big daddy cock. Boy Milo didn’t need much literal direction anymore; he knew what was expected of him. He quickly took Master Marko’s swelling cock into his hungry mouth, which grew as Boy Milo slobbered and moaned all over it. The man then made his way behind Boy Milo and let his tongue and fingers explore The Boy’s puckering chute. Boy Milo’s moans increased in both volume and yearning, begging to be used however this new Master pleased without having to actually ask. Master Marko responded in kind, fingering and lubing up The Boy’s hole before standing up and pointing his fat cockhead at the entrance. He popped his head in, with the rest of his long thick meat soon disappearing deep into The Boy’s opening. Master Marko began to slowly pump in and out. Once he felt Boy Milo’s hole had been properly opened up, Master Marko turned his new possession over and sank his entire length back in and started pumping again, this time with more speed and force. Boy Milo's eyes rolled back in his head as the man’s big stiff cock invaded his insides. Master Marko could feel his own balls begin to tighten: the sensations of Boy Milo’s hole, the sound of the moans, and The Boy’s own visible pleasure was too much to handle, even for a man of his renowned endurance. Master Marko grunted as he shot his seed deep inside, pounding forcefully with each spurt. As the last drops dribbled out of his cock and into The Boy, Master Marko was certain in his satisfaction with the purchase.
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