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Master Legrand and The Boy Cole
November 17, 2022 | Full Length Video : 28min 36sec
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Cole has found himself being regularly passed around the Buyers’ Group for some time now. In many ways, he’s one of the ultimate prizes; tall, blond, devastatingly handsome and incredibly compliant. He commands some of the highest prices at auction. Everyone wants to own him.

Master Legrand has been on Cole’s radar for ages. The tall owner has been present at a number of group events where some of the best behaved young men are passed around like precious objects for the enjoyment of the cabal. Master Legrand intrigues the boy. It feels like the DILF’s somehow cloaked in an air of mystery. He says very little yet seems to be the controlling force of the group. When the boys meet, discussion about him is respectfully kept to a minimum.

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Cole was both excited and deeply apprehensive when he was informed that Master Legrand had become his new master. Legrand had made his bids remotely, so the first time Cole saw him was in an expensive hotel room suite which he’d been driven to by his previous master. Legrand was wearing a dark suit with a gold tie and sitting calmly on the edge of the bed. Cole nervously entered the room, and, as is customary, dutifully dropped to his knees and crawled towards his master. He barely dared to look up at Legrand who seemed to possess an almost mind-bogglingly powerful aura.

The Master’s hands, though huge, felt softer than Cole expected. Legrand touched the boy with such extraordinary sensuality that goosebumps immediately started to prickle uncontrollably on Cole’s skin. For a while, everything fell completely silent, but for the rustle of fabric as the boy ran his lips and nose over the rapidly-growing bulge in Legrand’s pants. Cole’s nerves evaporated and were replaced by an overwhelming desire to serve.

The encounter felt un-rushed. There was mutual respect between the two of them, almost as though both were aware that the ultimate master had finally encountered the ultimate boy.

Legrand stood and removed his clothes while ordering Cole to service his dick. As the slaveboy pulled his master’s monster out of its fabric encasement, Cole felt another flutter of nerves. He had never seen anything that size before. It truly was the most impressive dick he’d ever seen. He immediately set about pleasuring it, employing every trick he knew in the process. Legrand found himself slowly sinking into a reverie of intense sexual satisfaction.

Cole was soon on all fours, on the bed, moaning deeply as his Master milked thick strands of precum from his heavily engorged penis.

Legrand’s dick rapidly made contact with Cole’s hole, and, seconds later, started to inch itself inside like a hungry snake entering a burrow. Cole’s head began to pound. The sensation was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. He felt like he was being split in two.

The older man was soon pounding his new slave with long, deep strokes, causing the boy to grunt violently as the thick column of rock-hard man flesh relentlessly pumped in and out of him, literally banging the air out of his body. Legrand’s huge balls made a satisfyingly hollow thud as they thwacked hard against Cole’s well-defined ass cheeks.

The Master was soon going full tilt, flinging Cole into a variety of different positions to increase the depth and potency of his strokes. Cole attempted to regulate his breathing, but every time he felt he was getting a handle on the situation, his new Master upped the intensity dial and left him unable to do anything but grit his teeth while his internal organs were brutally rearranged.

Legrand suddenly exploded, firing off round after round of thick semen deep into Cole's quivering hole. But the Master wasn’t done. He continued to pound his big dick into the boy while jerking Cole off until the boy’s stunning pole burst its top. A volcano of pure spunk cascaded all over his body.

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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. [Read More]
Chapters
1. The Merchandise 21mn
Cole is a unique specimen. Unlike the boys I’ve found on the streets, this young man found me. Word had gotten out to him about the work I do and the clients I serve. It was a beautiful thing to see how he approached me, his head low, deferential, obedient. He understood his place before I even told him… A submissive spirit is a tricky thing to maintain in the wild. The world dictates so many expectations and demands, one cannot always survive without some degree of individualism and self-interest. To be giving of oneself, truly and unquestioningly. The largest diamonds are not even so rare and pure! Knowing his desire to be owned and placed at the mercy of a master, I knew I had to make sure he fully appreciated the world he was stepping into. This is not a place for pretenders or immature boys looking to play make-believe. In this place, in this world, one’s flesh is no longer their own. Their holes are no longer private. Their genitals are prizes for worthy collectors, who would enjoy their winnings however they saw fit. On rare occasions, I bring in the high bidders to witness my appraisal. I find that for some, it excites the buyer to see the boys brought in fresh. Farm to table, if you will… I immediately removed Cole’s street clothes as I brought him in. His t-shirt and jeans made it clear he was a good, all-American boy. His rosy cheeks and porcelain skin made him a true work of art, but I needed to know if he was fragile as well! I took off his shirt, exposing his toned, smooth, boyish body. With my heavy, wide hand, I brought it down hard on the boy’s chest. The impact caused the boy’s body to shake, but not fall. He steeled himself instantly, receiving the force of my palm as blood rushed to the flesh. Within seconds, a five pointed mark raised on his pectoral, showing where I’d asserted myself. He did not shy away or retreat. I took my fingers to his nipples, teasing them and twisting them. Slowly at first, but I progressively pinched harder and faster. I could feel every surge of sensation cascade out in response. The boy’s body was so raw, so accessible! It seemed everywhere was sensitive, but not weak… I smacked his chest again. The other side this time. He did not see it coming. He let out a gasp, the air leaving his lungs, causing his torso to bend and fall. He quickly brought himself back up, waiting to receive more of what I could give him. I could hear the soft murmurs of the men watching. They seemed pleased, even excited by the idea of such a beautiful object being able to handle each test so perfectly. Stripped down to his underwear, his legs spread wide, his arms held back, I gentled tapped on his nuts. They were hard and taught in his briefs, tucked away and protected. I smirked, knowing the false promise that the cotton fabric made. I let my hand fall harder on them, feeling the tip of my fingers slap against the fullness of his testicles. The boy was startled, even let out a whimper as I made contact. Yet again, he did not shy away or retreat. I bent the boy over, chest down on the display table. His back lay flat as his ass elevated up toward my view. I pulled down his underwear, showing his ass for the first time. I paused. Such beauty needs to be appreciated! It was beautifully and naturally round, without being excessively plumped or full. The boy was athletic, but it was clear it was his genes that gave him his frame, not an abundance of exercise or training. This was promising! A boy who needed no upkeep, could handle more intense play, and had the willingness to submit… He was a true jackpot! After a careful observation, I brought my hand down fast on his tight, pink hole, watching as it puckered and clenched as the shockwave moved throughout the boy’s body. The smack made a snapping sound as my hand made contact, causing a visible reaction from the onlookers. The boy yelped, surprised by the sudden pain. But within seconds, his hole relaxed, reddened slightly, and his eyes widened up at me. He did not shy away or retreat… It was then that I knew; this boy would make me a fortune!
2. The Auction 27mn
Master Felix made it clear what I was to do. Before I was brought out, I was given a black jockstrap and bow tie. I tried to fidget with it at first, but I could tell it was more than just a decoration. There was a weight to it that was more than what I expected of a simple black tie accessory. It had power to it… Control. It was more of a collar than anything else. And even as I tried to make it fit, I was warned not to mess with it. “You might not like the results.” Stepping out onto the auction block, I was surprised by how many men were around. It hadn’t occurred to me just how active this process would be. But now, seeing the silhouetted figures, I knew more of the situation was out of my control than I’d anticipated. A light shone on me, making myself the only lit object around. It was a little scary, but I couldn’t help but be excited… As the auction began, I could see hands going up. Gestures of power and accomplishment from the men in the audience, each one indicating their prestige to the others. Not just wanting me, but also sending the message that I am important. The idea of being possessed by such a man sent blood to my loins and my cheeks. I could feel myself flush at the thought. The warmth was a welcome reprieve from the chill of my displayed nakedness. I lost track of time as my fate was left to be decided. Master Felix played with my body, teasing my hole and balls, smacking my ass and pinching my nipples. He toyed with my hole like he’d done before, opening me up and showing off my ass. I went deep into a submissive mindset in my head, disconnected from myself and the world around me, all while my cock was hard and the men placed their bids. Before I knew it, I was aroused, sore, and sold! The man who bought me was still unknown to me. As he stepped forward, I hoped to learn his name, but all that was exchanged was the passing of a ring. Words were barely exchanged as the transaction concluded, as if both men were fully aware of what was expected and how to proceed. I waited patiently for my instructions, not sure what was left for me to do. He was a handsome man with striking silver hair. He had the look of a CEO or someone with authority. I could picture him easily in a corner office penthouse, striking awe and fear into subordinates with a picture of his family behind him. I was curious about who he was and what world he lived in. But for now, I was just his property. His prize. His slave… He ordered me to take off his pants. His first command. As I unbuckled his belt and dropped them down, my face was within inches of his bulging crotch. A musk of manhood hit me as the scent of his genitals were released from their designer captivity. Instinctively my face moved forward, sniffing and licking his cock and balls. I wanted to know him more. To take him in and worship him. After all, it was my duty! My heart fluttered as his hand moved to the back of my head, guiding me to take his piece in my mouth. I breathed through my nose, inhaling his strong pheromones as my tongue tasted him for the first time. He was exactly as a powerful master should taste; clean, expensive, and manly. Saliva drenched him as I savoured it, taking him deep in my throat. He seemed to like it. His cock grew harder between my lips and his grip seemed to get tighter. I caressed his balls in my hand, feeling the silky hairs that covered it. It was then he let out a moan and whispered, “I’m going to breed you… I own you…” It was then that my cock began to drip in my jock and my hole tightened. I wanted him, and I was happy to be his…
3. The Prize 19mn
I kept my eyes focused on Cole as he unlaced my shoes. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking for any signs of resistance or inconvenience, but he kept his eyes down. He looked intently at my dress shoes, handling them carefully as he carried out my order to have them removed. He did exactly as I said, without even a hint of struggle… I knew this wasn’t a large task for a slave, but it was these small, simple orders that proved one’s dominance over another. He took off my socks and belt with the same readiness. These were all things I could do myself. Things I normally do myself… But now, with Cole here, I could sit back and have even these small things done for me. How great is that? As he stripped me down, I became incredibly and uncontrollably aroused. I had Cole run his mouth over my cock, without any warm up or petition. He just did as I said, through and through. He kissed my crotch, inhaling its musk and kissing my bulge as I became even harder. When I told him to suck it, he gently pulled it out of my underwear and slowly took it deep into his mouth. Fuck! There’s nothing like getting your dick sucked while you sit back like a king. He worshipped my manhood with unquestioned devotion and commitment, knowing that his only purpose in that moment was to serve me. The idea alone was enough to get me hard, but it was especially sweet to have such a handsome, fit, perfect young man between my legs as my possession! As I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure, I thought about all the fun, perverse, creative ways I could use him. All the ways I could prove my dominance and feel the rush of having someone eager to lower themselves for me. Not just eager, but bound… I gave him subtle suggestions of how to suck me off, exactly how I liked it. He took my direction quickly and expertly, improving with each bob of his head and lick of his tongue. I could have cum right there into his mouth. I could have done it without even warning him it was going to happen! But I held back, knowing my load was not going to be wasted getting swallowed down. I ordered him to sit on my wet cock, watching as Cole jumped up quickly to bring his hole to the tip. It was a quick, smooth motion that brought my cock inside him, pushing between this tight, smooth cheeks. He had incredible control of himself to be able to relax his sphincter so that I could penetrate him without much resistance… And once I was inside, he held onto me like a vice, keeping my cock locked in his body. How could it be any more perfect? I pumped my meat deep into him, feeling the sensation of his flesh rubbing against mine. I felt my balls fill with seed, tightening as I ramped closer and closer toward cumming. It felt so good fucking my beautiful boy slave, I held out as long as I could… And even then, I knew it didn’t matter too much. If I shot my load, I could get back in there whenever I wanted. I was in charge, I was the master!
4. The Slave Boy 22mn
There’s something special in caging up a young man. Not just having him in restraints or in chastity or anything like that. It’s about actually seeing him that tiny cell like a pet. It sends a message. “You’re my property. You stay put until I need you. When I don’t, you’re set aside.” I’m not cruel or mean. I wouldn’t keep Cole locked up longer than I had to; but it does give me a thrill to see him in there, playing with his cock, watching me, and eagerly waiting for me to let him out. He knows why he’s in there and why I would let him out. Knowing that he’s just sitting, waiting, thinking of a time when he’s servicing me… There’s nothing better! Eventually, my needs become more powerful than my fantasy. I need to cum and Cole’s job is to make that happen. As I fidget with the keys in my pocket, Cole can hear the small sound of metal clanking. In a Pavlovian response, I swear I can see his mouth begin to water with anticipation. As soon as he’s out of the cage, I sit on the bed for him to perform his usual ritual. He kneels down, looks me in the eye, and waits for my command. He’s used to taking off my shoes, knowing now the intricacy of the laces and how to remove them with speed and efficiency. Same with my belt and pants... Smooth and swift. After all, he’s been trained on this routine. Time and again he has undressed me, tending to my needs as he prepares me to be serviced by him. One of my favorite things is when he rests his face on my crotch. Still in my underwear, I make him wait for further instructions with his nose up in my underwear, inhaling the scent of my manhood. It’s like I’m marking him inside and out. He’s masked in my natural fragrance while his lungs fill with my pheromones. I can tell it drives him wild huffing me in this way, and I want him hungry for what I’m about to give him. His hot breath excites my dick, making it hard and ready for sucking. I pull down my pants and give him a view of my cock, rock hard and throbbing. He’s quick to fill his mouth with it, swallowing to the hilt almost instantly. Cole’s an amazing cock sucker with practically no gag reflex, perfectly suited for taking me the way I like. I can feel my inches penetrate past his tongue, sliding into his throat as he worships my cock. This is what it’s about. Being a master. Feeling like a king. Having your piece held in place so beautifully by a young man’s wet, warm mouth. Cole can’t get enough of it either. He looks at me with his sultry eyes, signalling that he’s always ready for more. He would never say it — after all, it’s not his place. But deep down, this boy wants to be owned and used, and I’m more than happy to push his buttons. With his mouth open and waiting, I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking his face as he manages to take me completely. He adapts to my moves, taking me as easily as if I was fucking his ass. And as much as I would love to shoot my load in his throat without any warning, Cole’s actual ass is why I bought him in the first place. I move behind him, looking at his milky white cheeks sitting full and round above his tight, pink pucker. There’s a reason why he came so expensive. A boy like this is truly one in a million. A perfect specimen of submission and substance. As I slip my wet cock in his bare hole, I think to myself, “He’s all mine.”
5. Auction Party Favor 28mn
There’s nothing quite like seeing a boy be of service. When Master Oaks invited us to enjoy some cocktails before the auction of his slave, Cole, I knew we were going to be in for a treat! Master Oaks likes to show off what he has sometimes… And I can’t say I blame him; Cole is an exceptional piece of property. As he walked around the room carrying out drinks, wearing nothing but his jockstrap and collar, I was able to sneak some glances at just how he was built. Very firm, athletic, tall. His ass hung out of the straps like they were sculpted for that purpose. We carried on, finishing up our conversations about work and life until Oaks ordered his boy to show us his hole. As if on cue and perfectly trained, Cole presented himself to us. His ass split perfectly without needing to be touched; showing both his smooth, soft cheeks and tight pucker. The other men and I couldn’t help but give it a feel. He was very accomodating, moving to each of us, giving us a chance to sample his wares. His beautiful face was just as desirable as the cock that hung between his legs! Seeing how the other men played with him, teasing and testing him; I felt myself becoming more and more drawn to him. I placed a finger in his mouth, watching him suck on it as he locked eyes with me. He was currently Master Oaks’ property, but I felt in my gut that he belonged to me. I had to have him! Of course the rules state he can only be bred by his owner, which meant I was about to be out a lot of cash to secure my prize… We placed our bids as we continued to fondle his genitals and test his body. His boy cock was thick and long, resting atop two large balls. They were tight to the shaft, giving it a lift into the hair, but also practically begging to be tapped and smacked. I watched as the others sucked on his cock, getting him aroused and hard, waiting back to observe and appreciate his skills. It was then that Master Oaks ordered him to suck his cock, standing up and pulling down his pants to show that the boy would do anything you asked of him… Anything, anywhere, anytime. Cole sucked his master’s cock, taking it into his mouth and savoring it. The look in his eye was as if he was tasting the most delicious, sweet fruit. It was clear he was worshipping his superior’s cock the way he liked it, swallowing it down and slobbering over its girth and length. Another bidder pulled out his cock, and Master Oaks gave his boy the okay to switch over. Rock hard, Cole sucked the stranger’s meat, giving it the same attention and devotion as he had Oaks’. The bidding continued and I kept myself in the lead, letting the men around me get lost in the thrill of using the boy together, knowing that I had to bide my time and outbid them all. When Master Oaks ordered him to ride his cock, Cole got up on him with haste, taking him immediately into his tight hole using only the saliva he’d left on his shaft. Such a perfect specimen, working his cock on his master’s lap as his heavy cock swung in the air. I wanted him! And I was determined to have him...
6. The Prize 26mn
I get the best! It’s not bragging, just a fact. I work hard, I have high standards, and I only accept the best that life has to offer. And why should I settle for less? When you look like me and have what I have, the world has a way of bending to my will, so I expect a lot... I have to say, Cole did not disappoint me! With his handsome looks, beautiful body, big cock and perfect ass, he was a prize I was happy to claim. Not only did he present a perfect package, but he was keenly aware of what I expected from him. I did not have to stress that he was my property or that I owned and commanded him, but I did enjoy telling him. As I spoke the words, “I own you,” I could see his eyes light up with understanding and submission. And just as he came alive, so did my cock! Watching him fold my clothes and care for my suit like it was more valuable than himself, I found myself becoming almost dizzy with power. Here he was, my property, my object, my slave; to do with how I pleased, without concern for his desires or fears. As lucky as I was to have him, I knew he was lucky, too. I’m aware that I’m a prize in my own right. Tall, tanned, muscular, handsome, worldly, and powerful. Boys beg to be mine from all over the world, willing to give up everything for the chance to grovel at my feet! At least, they say they’d give up everything, but I know it’s all words. Inert and without real meaning... Here, Cole was truly powerless, without anything to concern him but me and my desires. He would worship me and service me not just because he wanted to, but because he had to. I could have been anyone else in that crowd, but fate made it so that I was his master. His king. His god! He was fortunate enough to see me as his owner, a prime specimen of manhood and masculinity. As he crawled on top of me like a puppy, I could feel his enthusiasm and hunger for me swelling inside his tight jockstrap. His hole radiated heat as I ran my fingers over it, begging to be dominated by my cock and marked by my seed. I would take him however I wanted, whenever I wanted; knowing that deep in his heart and his mind, I was his master. Beyond even the transaction of paper and money, he wanted me to claim him. First, I would lie back, feeling my cock grow in his mouth, stretching out his throat as he dutifully serviced me. I was in no rush, I had nowhere else to go. I would take my time, get fully inside his head and his heart. And only then, when he felt the aching void where my cock should be, will I fuck him hard and deep! And then, for the first time, he will truly be transformed. Made whole. Made mine...
7. The Prize 23mn
Cole entered the room so quietly, I would not have noticed him if I hadn’t been facing the door. He seemed to make as much effort as possible to not disturb me. It was clear that a previous owner liked having him off to the side so he didn’t become a distraction when not in use. It made sense, but it was hard to imagine not wanting to take full advantage of such a beautiful young man... Cole’s tall, lean body, delicate chest hair, smooth face, and soulful eyes were truly exceptional! He could have been a beautiful piece of art if he wasn’t already a service oriented slave. I found myself gazing upon him for a long time before finally instructing him to assist me in undressing. And even as he loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling him all over, eager to enjoy my prize! Once I was undressed, I felt strong next to the young man. My smooth, prominent muscles were on clear display, giving Cole an eyeful of my own power and masculinity. He didn’t need a reminder of who was in charge, but it gave me an extra thrill for him to see me like this. I could tell he was turned on by it, making him even more eager to please. Cole’s cock rose in his black jockstrap, begging to be pulled out. I took it in my hand, clenching and groping it, without any hesitation. After all, it was more mine than it was his. I could do anything I wanted with it! As impressive as it was, it was really my cock that I wanted Cole to worship. Lying back on the bed, I sank into the expensive pillows and sheets, spreading out as I claimed it all for myself. As I did, Cole crawled beneath my legs, taking my manhood into his pretty mouth, sucking on it and tasting it, becoming more acquainted with my flavor and feel. It was important that he learn me as his new master. My scent, my taste, the way his mouth would have to widen to take my substantial girth, as well as the way my balls feel in his hand as he cups them. I’m his world; his owner, his everything! And nothing trains a boy better than being bred, of course! Cole’s sweet, soft cheeks were the perfect casing for my massive cock. And once I slid my bare cock inside him, he learned quickly who I am and what he is...
8. Auction Slave Boy 23mn
Cole was certainly a welcome sight! His blue eyes, dirty blond hair, and milky white skin were presented so perfectly. He had the look of a good, wholesome, clean-cut boy from any small town. But as his nipples were twisted and his face contorted, it was clear he was no novice to the auction block’s demands... Seeing his body writhe and his eyes wince, I found myself popping an erection right there in my chair. I was so distracted from his reactions that I almost forgot to indicate my bid! With each inch of swelling I felt in my pants, the more I put myself out there. As I felt my cock throb at maximum, I got relief in the form of a bidding win! But as good as it felt to have this boy claimed, I didn’t want to rush the moment. Taking him, owning him, and breeding him would all come in time, but I didn’t want to lose that excitement. Cole was special. Truly special. And I wanted to savor his obedience and service. The moment I got him alone, I caged him up, keeping him locked up and secure. Seeing him through the bars, I could see his eyes hungry to be used. It was so beautiful! He wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. But instead of acting on it, I left him alone and went about my day. Running errands, taking calls, having meals, all the while remembering that Cole was there, in the cage, waiting for me. All he wanted was to be let out, knowing that doing so would give him access to my cock. The idea was enough to keep me aroused throughout the day, leading up to the moment when I returned. When I came back, Cole looked up at me like a hungry puppy. His eyes sparkled brightly and his lips parted ever so slightly. Letting him out, I could see he needed to touch me. I was a bit tired from the day, but also knew the purpose of my slave. I instructed him to take off my clothes, watching as he lit up and began to remove each item. When it came time for him to remove my pants, his eyes locked on to my crotch, watching as my bulge revealed itself to him. His face was no more than a few inches away, practically able to smell the musk from my nuts as they hung in my underwear. It clearly went to the boy’s head as he licked his lips, swallowing the saliva that pooled in his mouth...
9. Slave Boy 21mn
After the auction, Master Adams has claimed his slave, Cole, and he is eager to see what the boy can do. In one of the private rooms provided by the Buyer's Group, the tall, lean man removes his Italian leather shoes and beckons Cole forward to retrieve them. It’s all Cole can do not to smell the warm leather, since he knows it will deliver the scent of his handsome new master, but like a good boy, he stays focused on his duty. After putting the shoes aside, Cole instinctively knows what to do next, proof of his excellent training. He removes the man’s blazer, folding it and gently placing it out of the way. As he lowers Master Adams’ pants, he notices the long erection snaking down one leg of the man’s underwear. That makes him break with protocol: Even though he's supposed to be undressing his master, he needs the smell of a real man in his nostrils. He drops to his knees to kiss and tease the large member through the fabric. Master Adams is pleasantly surprised by the boy's initiative, and when he feels his slave's hot breath on his cock, he exhales sharply. Back on task, Cole returns to the buttons of his master’s shirt and slides it off. Master Adams sits back on the bed, still bulging in his briefs. In a thick southern accent, he says, “Take off my underwear,” and Cole complies, aroused by the direct command. The moment Master Adams’ missile-shaped cock springs free, Cole’s jaw drops. It’s thickest in the middle and covered in bulging veins. Practically hypnotized, he starts stroking it while sucking on his master’s balls. When he finally gets his mouth on the big dick, he puts his training to the test by swallowing the monster whole. The curve of his master’s cock is perfect for deepthroating, and Cole locks eyes with Master Adams as he tastes him. By the time Master Adams tugs off the tiny jock that Cole is wearing, the boy is so turned on that he leaks precum all over the bed while his master fingers his hole. Cole wants to give his master his money’s worth, so he climbs onto Master Adams' cock in reverse cowboy. He rides the man deep and hard, with his own large cock slapping loudly against his stomach. The angle of the man’s curve is perfect for punching a boy’s prostate, and the pounding his master gives him makes Cole fling precum across the bed. Soon, Master Adams mounts Cole doggy style, pounding the boy with all the force in his lean, hard body. Cole is so overcome by his master's power that his chest collapses against the bed and his hands go white-knuckled as they grip the blankets. When he sees how well Cole can handle his enormous cock, Master Adams decides to go even deeper. He flips the boy into missionary position, and Cole is grateful because that means he can stare into his master's handsome face while he's getting fucked. When Master Adams says he’s about to cum, Cole is overcome by the desire to be fully owned. He breathes out a quiet “fuck yeah" as his master thrusts harder and harder, finally emptying his load inside the boy's hole. Cole is high with pleasure when the man pulls out of him, and as Master Adams watches a river of cum flowing out of the boy's ass, he knows he has spent his money on a perfect piece of property.
10. The Auction 20mn
I don’t really pick favorites. The boys are all unique and desirable in their own ways, and I don’t want to put any before the others. After all, when it comes time to sell, it’s not really about what I like. As the saying goes, “the market will decide.” But for the boys who come up for auction again and again, I can’t help but notice them in new and interesting ways. Take Cole, for instance. He’s an exceptional young man with a solid body; beautiful, expressive face; massive cock; and an ass that never quits. It’s no wonder he gets passed around the masters, each of them wanting a chance to own such a perfect specimen and have their way with him. Were it not for his incredible profitability, I imagine many would be happy to keep him for life. Personally, I love when he’s back in my hands again. On the auction block, I get the thrill of showing him off to the prospective buyers, but I also get to indulge myself and sample his wares free of charge. I would happily pay a pretty penny for the right to call him my own, but there’s something extra exciting about working him over and playing with him in front of the hungry, eager daddies fighting for him. Perhaps my favorite thing about Cole is his submissive spirit. Everytime he kneels on the black leather display, he knows he’s there to serve a purpose. Not for himself, but for the man who owns him and the masters who covet him. He’s there to be a prize, an object. He’s there to present himself and show what he can do, no matter how intense or exposing it may be. He has no shame or doubt. Any why should he? He’s been freed of his individuality and autonomy. He never has to be embarrassed. After all, he’s just a possession. When I work his body, testing the limits of his nipples and his cock, twisting them, smacking them, and making them hurt, he never pulls back. His stomach tenses, and he makes sounds of pain, but he doesn’t run away. He knows not to, but he also knows he can’t. If he’s going to make his masters happy, he must take it without objection. Even beg for it when he knows that’s what his owner wants. Luckily, Cole is so well trained that his cock grows hard even when he’s smacked around a little. The humiliation and objectication is wired into his slave brain, making him horny for the torture of his cock and balls. And while there’s something exquisite about flicking his heavy balls and massive cock, his hole is what really gets me going. Putting him on his back with his legs stretched over, I present his hole to the group, letting them see the perfect, tight, smooth, pink pucker between his round, milky cheeks. The boy is perfectly fit with long, strong legs, making him the perfect fuckable jock bottom. But what people don’t realize is just how much he can take. Lubing up my fingers, I start by penetrating with just a single digit. My index finger slides inside him, moving around his warm, velvety insides and getting his hard cock even more aroused. As he gets accustomed to my knuckles, I slip in another finger. The two work in tandem to stretch him out, making him moan in ecstasy. The firm hole grips tightly, allowing me to feel the increasing rate of his pulse as I play around. Cole is a hungry boy, loving the deep penetration and the public display of his receptivity. I can see in his eyes that he wants more, but like a good slave, he would never ask for it. He just waits, patiently and respectfully, allowing me to decide how he will be filled. It took everything in my power not to pull out my cock and fuck him right there, but even with my authority, I’m not a bidder. Seeing Cole’s desperation, I lubed up my fingers some more, feeling my power flood my imagination. I took my hand and played around his reddened hole, considering my next move carefully. I didn’t know if I should, but I thought the audience would enjoy a good show. Bringing my four fingers together, I pushed them hard against Cole’s anus, watching as they slowly moved inside, getting sucked up by the slave’s beautiful, hungry hole...
11. Slave Boy 19mn
I couldn’t be happier with my slave boy, Cole. Not only is he absolutely stunning and beautiful, but he’s obedient. He does what I say, exactly as I say it, even anticipating my needs before I speak. He’s got a beautiful body, an enormous cock, and a tight hole that fits my manhood like a glove. But the thing that makes him perfect is the way he looks at me. I get attention all the time. People are always looking to either get something from me or to be my next sexual conquest. But oftentimes, the desperation in their eyes turns me off too much. They need me because I am greater than them. Superior. Richer. Stronger. Bigger. But in the end, I satisfy a fleeting desire. But for my slave boy, Cole, I am literally everything to him. I’m his Master, his protector, his owner and steward. His pleasure comes from me. His pain comes from me. Everything - including the air he breathes - is a gift from me. And when he looks at me, he worships me like a god. It’s unparalleled. And it’s the only thing that gets my dick as hard as a rock. Taking him out of his cage, he greets me with a smile that is full of passion and longing. He’s missed me. He always wants to be with me. And it pains him when I crate him away. But it’s good for him. For one thing, it makes his mouth wetter for my cock to leave him wanting. And, for another, it reminds him of who I am and what he is. He’s my possession. Not my equal. Even when I kiss him, the worship from him is palpable. He takes off my clothes with reverence, wanting to please me, but also aware of my power and wrath. I wouldn’t harm him. He’s too valuable to me. But I do want him to think of me as divine. As he kisses my muscles, my abs and chest, he obediently and patiently follows my instructions. I know he wants the cock that’s growing and swelling in my underwear, but he must show me devotion first. No one makes me feel more like a god than my slave. After a time, I give him his reward. My throbbing cock passing his lips is like a holy sacrament, blessing him with a taste of perfection. He sucks on it like it gives him something vital, something essential to his existence. He wants to have all of it in him, making him more complete and greater than himself. Nothing gets this done quite as perfectly as when I fuck him. His round, smooth cheeks straddle my manhood, awaiting the moment when he can fully receive me. It’s my decision as to how and when, but he’d do anything to have it. When I slide myself inside him, the intense thickness stretches him out instantly. He can take it. He has no choice. And he’s taken it many times before. But it closes tight each time, letting me feel like I’m taking him anew with every fuck. Once I’m balls deep, he’s not concerned about pain or even pleasure. He just wants me. All of me. Every inch of my cock and drop of my load. I spread his legs and fuck him harder and harder, milking my cock with his tight sphincter as I feel my loins begin to ready themselves for climax. It’s a powerful feeling to look at someone who is so desperate to be inseminated and filled with your load just as you pick up the pace and prepare to shoot. He wants it not because he’s simply horny or I’m simply attractive. He wants it because he’s my property. My slave. My inferior and my possession. My load makes him something more, just for a while. He’s a good slave, and he’s earned this load. And many more to come.
12. The Prize 29mn
Cole has found himself being regularly passed around the Buyers’ Group for some time now. In many ways, he’s one of the ultimate prizes; tall, blond, devastatingly handsome and incredibly compliant. He commands some of the highest prices at auction. Everyone wants to own him. Master Legrand has been on Cole’s radar for ages. The tall owner has been present at a number of group events where some of the best behaved young men are passed around like precious objects for the enjoyment of the cabal. Master Legrand intrigues the boy. It feels like the DILF’s somehow cloaked in an air of mystery. He says very little yet seems to be the controlling force of the group. When the boys meet, discussion about him is respectfully kept to a minimum. Cole was both excited and deeply apprehensive when he was informed that Master Legrand had become his new master. Legrand had made his bids remotely, so the first time Cole saw him was in an expensive hotel room suite which he’d been driven to by his previous master. Legrand was wearing a dark suit with a gold tie and sitting calmly on the edge of the bed. Cole nervously entered the room, and, as is customary, dutifully dropped to his knees and crawled towards his master. He barely dared to look up at Legrand who seemed to possess an almost mind-bogglingly powerful aura. The Master’s hands, though huge, felt softer than Cole expected. Legrand touched the boy with such extraordinary sensuality that goosebumps immediately started to prickle uncontrollably on Cole’s skin. For a while, everything fell completely silent, but for the rustle of fabric as the boy ran his lips and nose over the rapidly-growing bulge in Legrand’s pants. Cole’s nerves evaporated and were replaced by an overwhelming desire to serve. The encounter felt un-rushed. There was mutual respect between the two of them, almost as though both were aware that the ultimate master had finally encountered the ultimate boy. Legrand stood and removed his clothes while ordering Cole to service his dick. As the slaveboy pulled his master’s monster out of its fabric encasement, Cole felt another flutter of nerves. He had never seen anything that size before. It truly was the most impressive dick he’d ever seen. He immediately set about pleasuring it, employing every trick he knew in the process. Legrand found himself slowly sinking into a reverie of intense sexual satisfaction. Cole was soon on all fours, on the bed, moaning deeply as his Master milked thick strands of precum from his heavily engorged penis. Legrand’s dick rapidly made contact with Cole’s hole, and, seconds later, started to inch itself inside like a hungry snake entering a burrow. Cole’s head began to pound. The sensation was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. He felt like he was being split in two. The older man was soon pounding his new slave with long, deep strokes, causing the boy to grunt violently as the thick column of rock-hard man flesh relentlessly pumped in and out of him, literally banging the air out of his body. Legrand’s huge balls made a satisfyingly hollow thud as they thwacked hard against Cole’s well-defined ass cheeks. The Master was soon going full tilt, flinging Cole into a variety of different positions to increase the depth and potency of his strokes. Cole attempted to regulate his breathing, but every time he felt he was getting a handle on the situation, his new Master upped the intensity dial and left him unable to do anything but grit his teeth while his internal organs were brutally rearranged. Legrand suddenly exploded, firing off round after round of thick semen deep into Cole's quivering hole. But the Master wasn’t done. He continued to pound his big dick into the boy while jerking Cole off until the boy’s stunning pole burst its top. A volcano of pure spunk cascaded all over his body.
13. Milking the Slaves 17mn
Ejaculation means something different to each master. For some, it is the right of the powerful, a sign of authority and dominance to be the one to receive pleasure. For others, it is more about control, a reward for their boys for giving good service. And for others still, it is about the marking and claiming of property, an act of consummation of ownership and contract. As such, not every boy is allowed to cum with any regularity. Given the ways they are used, they’re often brought to a state of arousal without release. This can be fine for a time, but at some point, the pressure in their loins becomes troublesome. The slaves are told to endure it, of course, but after a while, it affects their performance, and that cannot be abided. Given that, the slaves are systematically milked to ensure they are still capable of doing what they’re expected to do. I was particularly excited for the opportunity to milk Cole. The handsome young man is built beautifully, tall and long but not too lean. His musculature is practically a work of art, and his face is nothing short of angelic. Having the opportunity to work him over is always a joy. But today, knowing that I can focus just on his larger, beautiful cock… well, that’s a gift in and of itself. As I removed him from the milking wall, seeing him trussed up aside other slaves desperate to be relieved of their aching testicles, I took my time to appreciate Cole’s body. He glistened with perspiration, clearly worked up from being edged for hours. I knew I could solve his problem in moments, but I wasn’t ready to let my satisfaction end so quickly. With him off the wall and on the auction block, I was able to take in the sight of his perfect ass, seeing it spread as he got on all fours and presented it to me. I couldn’t resist. I had to go in for a taste. And just as I thought, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect. My tongue savored every inch of him as my beard grazed against his flesh. I could feel his hole tighten against me as it aroused his pleasure. He was ready. Not just ready, he was begging for release. Putting him up on his knees, I took his throbbing manhood in my hand, teasing the head of his shaft before giving him the long, lingering sensations of wet, warm strokes. I watched his balls pulse upward, clenching as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to pace myself, delaying the release as long as possible, but he was dripping pre-cum before I even touched him. His breathing was deep and quick, making sounds of pleasure that escalated the more I touched him. It was unreal to have someone so on the edge of pleasure and have them be solely controlled by my hand. The rush of power to my brain was almost god-like. I listened to his breathing, waiting for the sign that we were past the point of no return, and then I let him go… The eruption from his cock was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Ropes of white fluid gushed from him, pouring out in beautiful arcs through the air. His testicles must have been painfully full before I released him. He spewed all over my hand, his body, and the platform he was on. There was enough there that it should have been saved and bottled. As Cole’s body deflated and he collapsed on his own exhaust, I kept my hand gripped to his member. He stayed propped up because of my hold, but otherwise he could have completely fallen back onto the auction block. Of course, even though he had cum, he wasn’t done. Looking out onto the crowd, Cole could see the several onlookers of masters and prospective buyers, all watching in the darkness at his performance. An orgasm like that was sure to attract some bids. And sure enough, Cole was able to be sold on the spot.