Jack is one of those troubled lads that make the perfect boy toys. Dark hair, pale, soft skin, brown, sultry, wanton eyes. I spotted him in the auction room and instantly knew his story. I also immediately knew that Jack was a purchase I had to make, whatever the cost..
Boys like ...Read more...Boys like Jack crave abuse. His Dad would have been a distant, brutal sort of guy and the boy would have learned the only way he was going to get attention was by acting up. He’d have learned to deal with the beatings. Probably started to crave them.
The two tattoos on his back told a story in themselves: He’d have gotten those to make his Dad angry. Marking up his smooth, perfect flesh, taking ownership of himself in defiance of his old man’s authority. That rebellious streak comes at a cost, and he now doubt would have to pay. Now that would have been a scene worth watching!
The auction went smoothly. The other men knew I wanted Jack and that I was gonna pay whatever it took to get him. Even among the other masters, I have a way of getting what I want. They backed off pretty quickly and I got him for a good price.
He was delivered to my hotel room the following evening. I chose my most expensive suit and spent time in front of the mirror getting the tie looking just right. My cock started to stiffen at the thought of the kid watching his own Daddy tying ties every morning through a crack in the bedroom door. Daddy would probably then waft past him on the landing, filling the lad’s nostrils with expensive cologne, while being completely unaware of his son’s presence!
A suit makes a man. And there is no man that doesn’t look better in a suit. The soft shirt clings to every curve of the torso. I was wearing the grey tie I’d bought on one of my trips to Italy. As I looked in the mirror, a memory was triggered. The last time I’d worn that tie, I had taken a young lad’s virginity. Just some kid off the street. I didn’t get naked. I just fucked him through the fly in my trousers, dumped a huge load in him, zipped up and left him whimpering. It wasn’t my usual style, but it made me so horny I had to jerk off again when I got home!
I felt a rush of excitement. A sense of power. I could make this lad’s first experience anything I wanted it to be. I could reinforce his sense of worthlessness. I could be gentle with him. I could hurt him…
He knocked on the door. I sat on the bed, legs spread, and told him to enter. There wasn’t gonna be any unnecessary talking. I knew everything I needed to know about Jack and he didn’t need to know jack about me!
Man, that kid looked scared! He was naked but for the black jock and the standard cute little bow tie around his neck. His face was flushed. He looked so fucking innocent. When you see a kid like that, you have to make a decision about what you’re gonna do to him. How hard you’re gonna fuck him. Whether he’s gonna hang around, or if you’re gonna fuck him once then sell him on. I knew at that moment that the kid was a keeper. More than that, I wanted him to want me really badly. I wanted him to be so horned up... But I wasn’t gonna let him cum. He’d be desperate to blow, but that wasn’t gonna happen. I was gonna go slow. Intense…
And he took it all in his stride. I was impressed. I barked orders at him: “Get up,” “untie my shoes”. Every command was answered by a simple, murmured “yes…”
I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him when I told him to take off my tie. He did it so fucking slowly, like he was savouring every moment. I could see it was triggering a memory of his Dad. He stared into my eyes, his pupils dilating wildly. That’s when we kissed.
The kissing was slow at first, but the speed and intensity increased. The boy smelled so good. So clean. As we kissed, I wet my finger and started to press it into his tight, almost perfect little hole. Jack gasped. He was nervous and unsure but excited and aroused. I had him exactly where I wanted him.
We got naked pretty quick. As he undid my shirt, the scent of my cologne filled the room. I told him to pull down my boxers and my cock was so hard it bounced when it came out. And for a boy with very little experience, he sucked well. I gave him a few words of encouragement. Correction, I told him how I expected him to suck me and made it sound like I truly cared about his feelings. Not that I was too concerned. The boy needed to understand that what I expect above all else is complete obedience!
I got him on the end of the bed and got inside his ass with my tongue. The kid wasn’t allowed to touch himself. His own pleasure is something he’ll need to earn by pleasuring me. But his hole was twitching and his insides were dancing in anticipation.
It crossed my mind that I might have been popping his cherry when I pushed myself into him. He was on all fours on the bed and I was standing behind him. He took it calmly. These kids can sometimes yelp loudly when they have to take a dick a big as mine, but it went in pretty smoothly. In fact, it was almost as though my thick dick had been designed to fit in this little guy’s hole. You know that feeling? Perfectly tight. Gripping my cock just right.
I turned him around and got him on his back looking up at me, so I could stare into those mournful little brown eyes and see the face of the lad whose ass I was owning. As I fucked him harder and harder, I stared at him with a look which told him that he now belonged to me. He was my property. His only living purpose was to serve me, to please me and to make me cum again and again and again. I was Jack’s Dad now, finally giving him the attention that he’d craved his whole life. I ran my hand over his tight, skinny body and suddenly knew this was not something to be rushed.
I lay flat on my back and made him sit on my face. I wanted to shove my tongue into his ass. I wanted to feel his hole vibrating and I wanted to cum, so jerked myself off as I rimmed him. And man, did I shoot! Right up to my neck! Squirt after squirt. The kid had made me hornier than I’d thought!
I pulled him back to me and we kissed again as I pushed some of the spunk into his ass. Bad thoughts were dancing through my head as I caught my breath. There are so many options to consider. This kid ain't seen nothing yet!
Jack is a boy who loves getting up to mischief...mostly outdoors. His daredevil hobbies are as much an act of rebellion as they are a way to have fun. The thing is, Jack comes from a very strict family and throughout his childhood was on the receiving end of quite a bit of discipline. He discovered early on that his greatest thrill is to put himself in the control of another person completely—more specifically, to be disciplined at the hands of an older man.
Jack has always been surrounded by dominant men interested in shaping his untamed spirit. Given his past, it's not at all surprising that Jack eventually found his way to a dark room where he would be groomed for auction and used by powerful and wealthy men. Just a few short months later, standing in a room wearing nothing but a black bowtie and jockstrap and surrounded by handsome gentlemen in their suits and ties, Jack’s heart started to race in a completely new and addictive way. He didn’t expect himself to obey so readily when he was instructed by the men. Now an owned piece of merchandise, brought to events for the pleasure of his owner and to be shared with others at his owner commanded, he was mesmerized watching how the men found pleasure in his and the other boys' bodies.
Hearing another boy moan made Jack want that for himself as well. There was something fascinating about the idea of surrendering control of his mind and his tight body to these strong, masculine strangers that pushed him to the sharpest edge of pleasure without even touching himself. He found himself wanting to comply with their every whim, to serve at their pleasure. Jack knew he wanted to be a permanent fixture in this world where the commands of men made him want to obey without question, where his body would be at the beck and call of these handsome men and their desires.
Few men have the capital to own an entire Olympic swim team, but Master Figata is one such man. An avid swimmer himself, he scouts for the most promising talent in a perfectly tailored suit. He procures the most lucrative sponsorships from the most well-known sports brands and hires the best coaches for training in the off season and professional competitions.
The dividends pay off big. Only the luckiest boys know that recruiting for the swim team is not Master Figata’s only passion. Plenty of his young athletes started out learning how long they could hold their breathe above water, with the dom daddy’s cock in the throats. Master Figata has a thing for torturing a boy’s nipples. If he can a take a boy to the exquisite edge of pleasure that borders on pain and they still beg for more, he knows the boy has what it takes to become personal property.
He instills instant obedience to orders in his boys but pushes them to better themselves. He doesn’t except back talk or excuses, and expects them to perform at their absolute best. Master Figata’s eye for talent is sure to bolster the ranks of the Buyer’s Group stock.
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