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Master Ballard, Master Charger, Master Cox, Master Legrand and The Boy Tom
July 29, 2021 | Full Length Video : 34min 44sec
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The Boy Tom has continually surprised us in The Buyer’s Group. After hearing how much Master Landon had enjoyed his body, I was eager to try him out for myself. But though he knew that he’d been purchased by Master Legrand, Tom had no idea what I had in store for him.

To celebrate my victory, I invited Master Cox, Master Ballard, and Master Charger to enjoy this small boy’s plump ass and inviting mouth with me—while their own charges watched discreetly from the side of the room like horny wallflowers. Then I had an idea—what better way to remind this boy that he’s a slave to our desires than to remind him that he’s just a hole for us to use and breed? I blindfolded him, so he’d have no idea which one of us was in him at any given moment.

That twist jerked ...[Read more]

That twist jerked everyone’s erections up, and I was delighted to see how much Master Cox enjoyed fucking Tom’s delectable butt in front of us all, while I forced my big ginger dick down his willing throat. Then it was Master Ballard kneeling behind our slave, sliding his raw cock into the used hole as he stripped down to nothing, before Master Cox aggressively fucked Tom, making him cry out suddenly in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

But I’d taxed my patience enough—after Master Cox had enough of his tight hole, I took my place behind the boy, sliding my cock into his ass and making sure he knew he was being used. I wanted him to know who was fucking him, so I removed his blindfold and revealed all the horny men watching him being fucked, stroking their superior daddy dicks as he revealed himself to be cock hungry.

“Does it turn you on?” I growled in his ear. “Yes,” he whimpered as he felt my cock deep in his ass.

Then it was Master Cox’s turn again, as he pinned the slim, smooth twink beneath him and piston-fucked his ass. His groin slammed into the boy’s buttocks over and over again as he grunted and the boy mewled in pleasure. Master Ballard and Maxter Charger both stood, watching, leaking in their suit trousers. We watched as Master Cox buried his alpha load deep in Tom’s hole, where we all knew it belonged.

And then it was my turn to add my semen to the boy. Rolling him onto his back and lifting his left leg into the air, I drove my thick dick into him first shallowly and then deeper, feeling Master Cox’s load leaking out and dripping down the boy’s jockstrapped ass. That and the look on his face, that of a cum hungry slave craving more, was enough to send me over the edge. And now Tom would go back to the auction block, now that I’d had my fill.

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Tom used to go out every night, partying at different bars and clubs, always on the hunt for someone to take and dominate him. Sadly, even the most promising cruises and hookups would never satisfy his needs for long. [Read More]
Chapters
1. The Merchandise 23mn
Before I met Tom, he was a little bit of a wild child. Out every night, different bars, new clubs; always on the hunt for someone to take him and dominate him. I knew his type. I’d spent a lifetime cultivating them and curating them for my own purposes. But for a boy like Tom, no one-night stand was ever going to satisfy him! He’d be out every night looking for someone to make him theirs. And that’s where I came in... I saw him eyeing me at the bar. Loud dance music was playing while a blur of fit men in tank tops moved around us. But I was focused on him just as much as he was on me. You could almost hear the desire when it’s that strong! There’s an almost whimpering sound that carries through any room. It calls out, begging, pleading to be used. I don’t always act, knowing how many times the siren’s song is false. But in Tom’s case, it was as clear as a bell! I told him the deal. Come with me and have your life changed forever. It was a bold statement, but I could see that he was intrigued. It was a big moment when a young man gave up his autonomy to be part of something bigger. And he wasn’t flinching! With that, I took him back to the merchandise room to be evaluated. I had to know what I was working with. He came to me willingly, to be sure, but I needed to assess his value. He scored major points for his eagerness and openness, but I saw his true potential as I began to strip him down... He was timid when alone. He was sensitive and even seemed ticklish as I ran my hands over him. It was a normal reaction for a young man who sees his body as his own. I saw it as something to break down. Easy enough! I’d done it plenty of times. Once I had him down to his underwear, though, his demeanor changed in the most exciting way! He looked up at me. His eyes were full of anxiety and fear, but also desperation. He had no idea what I was going to do to him, but his desire didn’t dare let him ask. I could tell that he loved being my personal toy. My plaything. My possession. He may have been afraid of what I would do, but I could tell he was also afraid that I would stop, and I knew he didn’t want that. I took his genitals in my hands, feeling his nuts in my grip, tightening them as I watched him. He winced, barely squirming and keeping himself secure in my hand. He let out a moan, but it held that secret sound again. The sound that wanted more, not less. He was a beautiful, horny young man with a throbbing cock and the heart of a submissive. I knew he would do well at auction. Once I got a look at his hole, even I couldn’t resist his value! The smooth, milky white cheeks created the perfect display for his tight sphincter. Not even shaved, his fine, blonde hair was as soft as silk. I ran my fingers over it, feeling its warmth as it pulsed. And as I did, he panted like a little puppy, letting out a beautiful, little moan. And as I slid a finger inside him, that moan called out to me... “Master.” Oh, yes. He was sure to fetch a fine price!
2. The Prize 26mn
I was impressed with Tom’s demeanor. He approached Master Myles and I with a great deal of eagerness and obedience. He seemed to want to be there just as much as myself and my friend. I was intrigued when Myles asked me to come see his “new acquisition,” assuming he had been referring to some antique he bought at auction. Imagine my surprise to find a much younger, much more appealing prize than some old relic... Tom was smooth all over with a lean physique and puppy-like eyes. He even crawled up to Myles as if he was looking to receive some kind of treat. It seemed that for him, we were the treat! I wasn’t sure how to respond or act at first. Tom wasn’t mine and I didn’t want to be rude in taking anything from my friend. Luckily, Master Myles seemed keen on having his property pay just as much attention to me as to him, directing him to take off my clothes and offer himself up to me. Tom looked delighted as I touched him, feeling his smooth ass as I fingered his hole gently. All preconceived notions of individuality and independence were gone, and Tom was perfectly content to do as his master asked in pleasuring me. I watched as Tom removed my cufflinks, handling them with care as he opened my shirt to reveal my chest. His hands ran over the masculine hair covering my broad muscles. I think he enjoyed playing with such a different sensation from his masters. Although he was beautifully mannered and did not indicate a preference or reluctance in one way or another. He embodied the spirit of “yes,” taking on all demands and requests. I was so turned on by this dynamic, my mouth seemed to want to explore him just as much as my hands. I kissed up and down his back until I got to his ass. Pushing his cheeks apart, I planted my lips on his hole. It was soft and warm, seemingly enjoying the feeling of my scruffy beard rubbing against it. I trailed the sensation with my tongue, teasing his hole and feeling him react. I wanted to bite into him, so pleased and aroused that I could have eaten him whole. But I had to remind myself that he wasn’t mine. He was the shared property of my friend... As Master Myles took his turn on the boy’s hole, I watched as Tom sucked my cock. He took it into his throat and gagged on it, never once retreating or ceasing. He was determined to make me hard and wet. It was only a matter of time before I would get to take him! But of course, I knew I wouldn’t without Master Myles’ permission. But with the look on his face, it was clear he wanted to show off just how lucky he was! He wanted me to fuck his boy as a way of showing off. As if to taunt me with his good fortune. And he could taunt all he wanted! I was still going to leave my seed in his boy...
3. The Prize 35mn
The Boy Tom has continually surprised us in The Buyer’s Group. After hearing how much Master Landon had enjoyed his body, I was eager to try him out for myself. But though he knew that he’d been purchased by Master Legrand, Tom had no idea what I had in store for him. To celebrate my victory, I invited Master Cox, Master Ballard, and Master Charger to enjoy this small boy’s plump ass and inviting mouth with me—while their own charges watched discreetly from the side of the room like horny wallflowers. Then I had an idea—what better way to remind this boy that he’s a slave to our desires than to remind him that he’s just a hole for us to use and breed? I blindfolded him, so he’d have no idea which one of us was in him at any given moment. That twist jerked everyone’s erections up, and I was delighted to see how much Master Cox enjoyed fucking Tom’s delectable butt in front of us all, while I forced my big ginger dick down his willing throat. Then it was Master Ballard kneeling behind our slave, sliding his raw cock into the used hole as he stripped down to nothing, before Master Cox aggressively fucked Tom, making him cry out suddenly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. But I’d taxed my patience enough—after Master Cox had enough of his tight hole, I took my place behind the boy, sliding my cock into his ass and making sure he knew he was being used. I wanted him to know who was fucking him, so I removed his blindfold and revealed all the horny men watching him being fucked, stroking their superior daddy dicks as he revealed himself to be cock hungry. “Does it turn you on?” I growled in his ear. “Yes,” he whimpered as he felt my cock deep in his ass. Then it was Master Cox’s turn again, as he pinned the slim, smooth twink beneath him and piston-fucked his ass. His groin slammed into the boy’s buttocks over and over again as he grunted and the boy mewled in pleasure. Master Ballard and Maxter Charger both stood, watching, leaking in their suit trousers. We watched as Master Cox buried his alpha load deep in Tom’s hole, where we all knew it belonged. And then it was my turn to add my semen to the boy. Rolling him onto his back and lifting his left leg into the air, I drove my thick dick into him first shallowly and then deeper, feeling Master Cox’s load leaking out and dripping down the boy’s jockstrapped ass. That and the look on his face, that of a cum hungry slave craving more, was enough to send me over the edge. And now Tom would go back to the auction block, now that I’d had my fill.
4. The Appraisal 26mn
Don’t let the suit and tie fool you. Yes, I have a good education, a comfortable lifestyle, and I know quality when I see it. But beneath the fine wools and silks, I’m just a man. A man of muscle, flesh, and bone. And despite the expectations of society and the men I consider colleagues, I can feel like a wild beast. Every so often, appraising the slaves tests my own sense of self, making me wonder if I’m more the sophisticated judge or the secret animal waiting to come out. Nothing challenges me more than seeing a smooth, supple, young ass pour out of a jockstrap. When Tom stood to be inspected, I could feel my tongue drown in saliva, desperate for a taste. Now, of course, I’m permitted to sample the goods of the owners when it comes time to evaluate their property. But it’s hard to hold back my bestial desire to bite and breed their delicious ample backsides. Nevertheless, I’m committed to my inspections. Making sure the boys are healthy and capable ensures we all enjoy ourselves when we make the decision to purchase a boy for ourselves. As I wrapped up my observation, I felt something deep inside me, seemingly scratching at the inside of my skin, as if it was a caged creature hiding beneath my chest. It was the beast, the animal, the wildness inside me begging to come out. As much as my mind wanted to assess and critique, that deep, hungry part of me wanted to come out and conquer. Before long, it came time for me to perform my final task: breeding the boy. It’s a normal, clinical part of my exam, seeing how a boy handles being taken and inseminated, as well as determining the worth of his hole. I’ll admit, I was not as focused as I normally am. Something about the slave boy, Tom, made me do something I usually reserve for my personal collection… I let out the beast. Taking off my clothes, letting my cock free, and sliding it between his cheeks, I felt a primal dominance that must surely be reserved for lions. I gripped the side of his hips like I was pawing at prey, punched my throbbing cock through his sphincter, and moved my way inside him with a fierce, aggressive advance. Tom seemed alarmed, but knew he couldn’t resist. Surrounded by the watchful eyes of other owners and bound to me by my flesh, he couldn’t run away or escape. I had him just where I wanted him, and the power went to my head in a potent way. Thrusting my hips like a jackhammer, I filled him up with every inch of my manhood, pushing further than I thought possible. Tom took it all, not without a fair amount of struggle, but he never retreated or backed away from my pounding. Every once in a while, I felt his hole tighten around my shaft, gripping me like a cocksucker worships me with his lips. I figured he must have been enjoying it. Good. He’s allowed to like it. Just as long as I get what I want. I suppressed a growl from deep in my chest, trying to stay in control and not completely let go of my sense of self. But as I neared my inevitable climax, all I could think about was how my seed would fill the young boy’s hole, seeking out the means of reproduction deep in his gut, desperate to carry on my mark. The thought of his hole hungrily gobbling up every drop of me made my balls fill up, flooding over until I felt the rapturous burst of jizz escape the tip of my shaft...
5. Slave Boy 23mn
Tom is exceptionally loyal. There isn’t anything I ask of him that he even hesitates to do. Even when I put him in his cage, locking him up overnight and sometimes for hours in the day, he doesn’t retreat. He goes where I tell him, when I tell him, trusting in me completely to look out for his well-being. It’s a special relationship, master and slave. As much as I demand of him, it demands of me to protect my investment. When I see his lean little body on all fours, begging to serve me, it reminds me that it’s not a one-way street no matter how it may appear. He takes care of me, I take care of him. When Tom is released from his cage, he’s immediately put to work taking off my clothes. He’s delicate and patient with every button and zipper, careful not to damage my property while in service to me. (I return the favor later when I am sinking my shaft into his tight hole.) Once I’m fully stripped bare, Tom’s eyes are fixed on my loins, seeing my manhood bulge in my underwear. He’s hungry for it, eager to feel it in his hands and to wrap his mouth around its size. I’m in no rush, though. Tom is all mine, and I can enjoy him at my own pace. Tom pulls my cock out, respectfully and reverently, worshiping my member as it is revealed. He loves everything about it and it comes through in the way he kisses and sucks. He loves being submissive to me, making me feel good, putting my wants and needs before his own. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard enough to get what I’m looking for. I turn Tom around, seeing his taught sphincter twitching to be filled. I bring myself in on him, feeling the heat of his flesh against mine before I break through and claim him. I’m very slow to enter him, making sure every inch meets him with care. Even when I intend to fuck my boys rough and hard, I have no intention of breaking them. They mean a lot to me. Not just financially, but personally. A great deal of life’s pleasure comes from fucking a boy who’s mine. Tom’s moans filled the dark room as I pushed further into him. His contorted body shaped to make my penetration easier and more enjoyable. It was certainly not easy for him, but he took it all in stride. And once I picked up my pace and began to fuck him, my cock felt like it was wrapped in warm velvet. My hips rocked back and forth, heavy nuts swinging into Tom’s backside as I brought myself closer to cumming. Tom’s member leaked pre-cum as I moved deeper and faster, turned on by my possession of his body. He missed me. He needed me. And while I couldn’t be with him at all times, I could leave him a healthy dose of my load to carry inside when I put him back in his cage…