![logo](https://cdn.carnalplus.com/members/custom_assets/images/logoNav.1693322244.png)
![](images/icons/player_rew_button_light.png)
For perhaps the one thousandth time since I picked up the mysterious golden ticket off of that table, I wonder why I did it and what I was thinking. Of course I know the answer to that, in two words, my father. Veteran, Purple Heart recipient, Congressional Medal of Honor winner, the national hero with five stars glittering on his shoulders.
His history in the military began with his great great great grandfather, who organized the 84th Illinois Volunteer Infantry regiment during the Civil War and served as its commander. He was commissioned as Brevet Brigadier General of volunteers, near the close of the war for an act of bravery. The Waters men had served, and fought in every war since that time. Like his ancestors, his illustrious family left him to sign up anonymously as a private and make his way on his own. My dad literally lifted himself by his own bootstraps.
He expected ...MoreHe expected his sons to do the same, and his pride, joy, and eldest son, was well on his way. I on the other hand was the disappointment in the family: bookish, shy, and not eagerly athletic. The old man would have heart failure if found out that I was gay as well.
My father refuses to pay for the education that the military would gladly provide for his sons. I don’t want to end up like him or my brother, or as hard, arrogant, and regimented as my uncles, either. I need a way out. With no money for college, simply running away would mean that ending up on the street was the likely alternative. If I was going to end up selling my ass, I might as well make a pretty penny.
Selling myself into sex slavery might seem extreme, but desperate times require desperate measures. So far, I feel like it could be far worse. I’ve traded my boyhood military cot for an actual bed. It’s a single bed in a simple room, but it‘s luxury compared to the way I grew up.
The Masters that I have met are stern, almost intimidating men. Unlike my father, they have appreciation in their eyes. Their touch is firm but gentle, even if it’s not loving. Master Saint bought me at the auction. I guess I must have pleased him. Slaves are not supposed to know their price but the auction seemed to go on forever, and I know from what I overheard that my price was high.
Master Saint is the most intimidating of the Masters that I’ve met, and I could almost wish that one of the others had won the auction. But you can’t judge a book by its cover. Master Saint is a handsome man, in a very rough hewn kind of way. He has a big cock, almost too big, but I’m getting used to it. He likes to put me on my stomach, lay on top of me, and fuck me hard. Really hard. I’ve discovered that I like that.
After the auction, we went back to his house. He gave me a few hours to unpack and settle in, and nap or shower if I wanted. Maybe it’s my imagination, but when he’s not fucking me, sometimes I think I catch a fleeting look in his eyes. Something slightly softer and more affectionate. Maybe if I‘m obedient and follow his orders carefully enough, he’ll let that come out more often.
After my alone time is up, I report to his room. I wait in the hall for a few minutes to step in the door just as the clock down the hall chimes. He is very stern and gruff telling me how to undress him. I try to remember as much as I can. I think it will please him if I can do it without being instructed. He likes me to look into his eyes at all times but it’s hard not to fumble without looking down.
While undressing, he spins me around, spreads my cheeks, and shoves his tongue into my hole. I don’t know if I’m allowed to make noise or not, but I can’t hold back a moan. I start sucking his cock just hoping that I will do it right. I was expecting more growling instruction but he just laid back on the velvet duvet and sighed.
He tells me to get his cock wet and that he expects me to sit on it and ride him. He feels huge in my ass. I’ve never been fucked by a grown man before. He doesn’t seem to care how much I whimper. I think he likes knowing how difficult it is to take him. I guess every man likes to think he’s hung and, in his case, he is.
Soon, I’m on my stomach with him on top of me driving his dick into me balls deep, over and over until I feel like I can hardly breath. Then he lets out an animalistic grunt and I feel his sticky load spreading deep inside me.
Inexperienced, bi-curious youth The Boy Jack stumbled upon The Buyers Club quite unexpectedly. When he discovered what the sizable payout offer is to legitimate virgins, he at least had to consider it. Nervous but also very intrigued, he sat down with one of the Masters one evening and eventually agreed to contract himself out for auction.
A country boy by stock, Boy Jack originally comes from a conservative military family. Even though the young twink comes off as shy, he is quick to smile and has an enchanting gaze that could disarm even the edgiest of men.
Out on his own now, Boy Jack had bounced around from job to job, seeking something that would be both fulfilling and financially bountiful. The young man dreams of perhaps one day owning his own business, but knows that attending college is a smart first step. With financial aid being hard to come by, Boy Jack is considering all options for making some real money fast…
Master Saint has the dead-serious countenance and demeanor of a holy monk. A soft-spoken gentleman giving little away, the quietly simmering DILF in reality is no tenderfoot angel.
Originally from the barren tundra and frozen wilderness of Nova Scotia, Master Saint was born into poverty and toil. By age fourteen he stowed away on a cargo ship and began a new life in New York City. You might think this huge change might have overwhelmed and traumatized him, but you’d be wrong.
The city, famed for its endless bright lights and shadowy figures looking to commit crimes, never fazed the young Saint. He dove right into the deprivation of the modern world and crawled his way through the underbelly of criminal organizations for decades, hustling and earning- and learning all that he could from the unelected overlords that truly ran the city. Master Saint became a student of power and domination.
By age 50 he was running the vast majority of the male sex dungeon clubs and bathhouses. His territory and properties boosted his financial valuation in the hundreds of millions. In the deviant underground communities, Master Saint became a kind of household name.
Then the Buyers Club came calling. Master Saint solemnly agreed to join the illustrious secret organization and rose rapidly to the forefront of the Club’s shadowy-sultry twink recruiting operations.
By entering this website, you confirm that you are at least eighteen (18) years of age or have reached the age of majority in your jurisdiction. You acknowledge and agree to comply with all Terms and Conditions and the Privacy Policy of this website. Additionally, you agree that sexually explicit material is not offensive or obscene, and that such material is not deemed illegal in your jurisdiction. You also affirm that you will use the material on this website strictly for your personal use and will not distribute it to others.
Furthermore, you agree not to expose minors to the sexually explicit content available on this site and commit to taking appropriate measures to protect children from accessing such content. This includes enabling parental control settings and implementing additional safeguards on your devices. For more information on parental controls, you can visit resources like Microsoft Family Safety, Google Safety Center, Apple Parental Control Measures, Qustodio, Net Nanny, Mobicip, and Kaspersky Safe Kids.
By clicking the "Enter" button, you certify under penalty of perjury that you are an adult, you are not offended by nudity and explicit depictions of sexual activity, and you agree to be bound by this agreement.
Welcome to our Complaints and Report form. We are committed to addressing and resolving all complaints promptly and fairly. Please use this form to submit any complaints or content removal requests. Our complaint policy ensures that all submissions are reviewed and resolved within seven (7) business days. If illegal content is identified, it will be removed immediately. Additionally, individuals depicted in content can appeal decisions regarding consent, and any disputes will be resolved by a neutral body if necessary. Please fill out the form below to submit your complaint or request.