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Master Legrand and The Boy Nathan
September 22, 2022 | Full Length Video : 20min 0sec
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When Nathan and Master Legrand first arrived, the boy assumed that the two would get down to business almost immediately. How could he not? Master Legrand had so much fun testing the merchandise. And he had kept the gay twink slave scantily clad in his black jockstrap and little bow-tie, marching him out of the limo and through the hallways in near nudity.

Nathan was an object of desire, full of longing, and when they finally reached the extravagance of Legrand's golden bedroom, he assumed that his purpose—to be played with by his Master—would be unleashed.

But that's not ...[Read more]

But that's not what happened. At least, not immediately.

There were no toys, no restraints, no other men. There was only the Master and the boy—all that mattered. Master Legrand sat on the bed, framed by a ghostly painting of fog-shrouded deer. He instructed Nathan to sit on his knees on the floor, and wait.

When the Master finally beckoned for the boy, it had felt like an eternity had passed. So fixated he was on orders from his new owner that he hardly knew he was in the middle of training. Their night of passion had already begun, but what he didn't understand was that before pleasure came obedience.

Nathan crawled across the ground eagerly towards his Master's grip, and looked up at the older man with the sort of dewy-eyed innocence that one can rarely find in this world, much less purchase. Master Legrand kneaded his bubble butt, squeezed firmly the muscles of his flank—muscles that he knew he'd wear out eventually. Nathan had already become an excellent investment, and he had only just started to suck on the tip of Master's cock through his suit trousers.

Master Legrand ordered the boy to perform various acts of worship as he slowly stripped himself of his suit. The boy's senses were dizzied from focusing back and forth on Master Legrand’s bulge, and lips, and grip.

He was led to the bed, and positioned on his hands and knees atop the gold quilt. Master Legrand took the opportunity to explore the boy's body, fingering him in preparation for what was to come. The boy moaned in agony and ecstasy as one. Then two fingers slipped in. He cried out wordlessly, the sort of gasp that only comes from the test of submission.

Satisfied with the width the boy slave was capable of stretching to—and the pitch his cries reached—Master Legrand scooped the boy up and used him hard with his massive tool.

The bow-tie boy found himself in a whirlwind of positions, bouncing on Legrand's giant cock, curled into a ball and rocked by the power of his master's hips.

His eyes rolled back into his head. And at some point, amid the jackhammering of his prostate and the screaming from his throat, the boy simply stopped thinking. All that he could feel or understand was the impossible size difference between himself and his owner, and the next position he needed to assume. The breeding was all that mattered, and it mattered without words…

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The Boy Nathan series cover
Chapters
1. The Grooming 32mn
Nathan’s eyes spoke volumes. The large, brown pools gazed back at me as I moved around him, sizing him up and assessing him inch by inch. His long, dark lashes fluttered as he nervously studied my movements, desperately trying to figure out what I would do next. I liked keeping him in suspense. When I ran my hands over his body, he couldn’t help but moan and tremble. He wanted to be owned, but didn’t have the words yet to ask for it. For him, the taboo of what he desires was still something unspeakable and scary. I knew I could ease him into his new destiny. To make him what he was always meant to be: a slave for men like me. His smooth body was surprisingly toned. He had the look of a suburban boy, removed from hard labor and used to a life of video games and fun. But as I navigated his frame, he revealed a body that was perfect for a different kind of play… Once he was down to his underwear, I could see his cheeks flush red. The natural embarrassment about being naked was only made more intense by the fact I kept my clothes on. It was important for him to understand his new role. I was the master, he was the merchandise, and I was there to make sure he would be ready for his first time on the auction block. I pulled his underwear down, just enough to frame his butt and give me the first view of his hole. I took my time exploring it, spreading his cheeks and feeling inside with my fingers. I didn’t need to ask permission or even be excessively gentle. Part of his grooming was understanding that he was there to do whatever I wanted. To take whatever I gave. And, by extension, do so for whoever his future owner would be. He took my digits without struggle. His moans echoed in the dark, the only response he made to my invasions of his hole. Good. Very good. He stayed still on all fours as I continued to manipulate him, feeling his body and entering his sex. And even when my tongue touched him in his most delicate parts, he just took it. When I turned him over, I could see his lips trembling. He was nervous. I would be lying if I say that didn’t excite me. I didn’t want to scare him, but there was something powerful about knowing he saw me as in control. That’s how it should be. How it will be going forward. I looked in those big, brown eyes for signs of doubt, but all I saw looking back was the unspoken plea for me to keep going. Of course, there’s only one way to truly get a boy ready for being owned. I pulled out my cock and put a good amount of oil on his hole. As I stroked myself, I tested the limits of what he could take. One finger at first. Then two. I could feel his muscles beginning to fight back, struggling to accept the stretch he was receiving. But as I looked down, I could see my own throbbing member was much thicker than the two fingers that rested inside him. And one way or another, he was going to have to take it. Afterall, his purpose now is simple and clear: to be used, owned, and bred…
2. The Auction 26mn
The Boy Nathan was nervous as he entered the complex. He has a tendency to giggle when he feels uneasy and wearing just a black jockstrap and a bow tie made him feel utterly vulnerable. The bow tie had been done up too tightly. It was making him anxious, and stopping him from breathing properly. It almost felt like a dog collar wrapped around his throat. Master Wheeler had greeted him, somewhat coldly he felt, in the antechamber, but the reality of Nathan’s situation - his new normal - only struck him fully when he was led into the dark, bidding room. Wheeler clicked his fingers and Nathan knew to kneel on the padded table in front of him. He’d not known Master Wheeler for very long at all, but he already trusted him implicitly. Nathan saw the Master as his savior. The boy was at a very low ebb when he met Wheeler; he was listless, lonely and unloved, but the older man had liberated him by giving him a sense of belonging and purpose. He couldn’t quite believe that this well-groomed, incredibly attractive man had taken an interest in him. He desperately didn’t want to leave Wheeler, but he recognized that it was his destiny to be passed onto someone who could unlock his potential in a different way… Nathan looked hard at this Master, trying to paint a detailed mental picture of the man before he was torn away. The neat mustache, his sensual lips, the well-cut suit which seemed to cling to every inch of his beautiful body. Those dark, wise eyes which could register every emotion; kindness, deep pleasure, indifference, anger, disappointment… The boy had already learned that pleasing a master was his primary need in life. As the bidding started, Master Wheeler began to run his hands seductively over the boy’s body; across his smooth, well-defined chest and down to the bulge in his jockstrap. Nathan was so desperate to be touched again that he instantly forgot they were being watched. He had no idea how many men were out there in the darkness. The low murmur suggested there were quite a few. Wheeler squirted oil from a silver canister onto the boy’s chest. The oil had a dual purpose; it pushed Nathan into a state of sexual arousal, but also enhanced the muscles on his youthful body. Wheeler wanted to sell the boy for the highest possible price and he was determined to show Nathan in his best possible light. The older man squeezed and twisted the boy’s nipples to show the buyers that he’d been trained to endure a certain level of discomfort. Master Wheeler rather enjoyed his moment in the spotlight. He was a natural showman and he was proud of his new acquisition. Besides, there were men in the buyers’ group who he was very keen to impress… The boy responded swiftly to Wheeler’s clicks and gestures, thereby demonstrating his obedience. Wheeler then started to thrust his fingers, somewhat casually, into Nathan’s hole, to show that the boy was ripe for immediate penetration. Master Wheeler spent some time putting the boy through his paces, demonstrating his great value, and the bidding was remarkably swift. The buyer was Master Legrand. Wheeler was secretly pleased. The thought of this monster-dicked giant putting the boy through his paces was exciting. The ceremonial ring was exchanged and the transaction was completed with a warm handshake. Wheeler turned his back on Nathan and walked away, potentially to never to see the heart-broken boy again… Master Legrand was very happy with his purchase and immediately approached the boy, who flinched like an animal in a snare. Nathan looked carefully at him and, after a while, nerves gave way to curiosity. He concluded that his new Master had kind eyes and he relaxed a little. He was astounded by the size of Master Legrand’s hands and impressed by his remarkable height. There was something incredibly exciting about the older man’s touch and Nathan instinctively started to yield to him. Legrand was every bit as handsome as Wheeler and the thought of pleasing a man who’d wanted him enough to part with unimaginable sums of money was almost intoxicating. Nathan stood subserviently and started to undress his new master before kneeling at his feet. Legrand undid his own tie and dropped his pants. Like a good boy, Nathan immediately got to work on his Master’s massive dick, kissing it lovingly through the fabric of his underpants before exposing it to the world. He soon had the beast in his mouth, sucking it like his young life depended on it. Master Legrand very much enjoyed the experience. The boy had been trained well. Legrand lay down on the padded table and presented his dick to Nathan, who obediently turned around, stood between the older man’s legs and guided the thick, daddy dick to his tiny, tight hole, before slowly pushing himself down onto it. The sensation was like nothing Nathan had ever experienced. Legrand’s dick was enormous and it took every last breath of concentration and physical effort to get it inching into him. The rational part of Nathan’s brain was begging him to stop, but the crazy, thrill-seeking part just kept on pushing - even though it felt like he was being torn clean in half. The naïve boy started to shake, sweat gushing from every pore, but he persisted bravely until he was entirely skewered by Legrand’s agonizing sword. Legrand pushed the boy onto his back on the table and told him to raise his legs, before reinserting his dick into the boy’s twitching, trembling hole. Nathan gasped and whimpered as the older man slowly started to penetrate him almost imperceptibly, picking up the pace and depth of his strokes until the boy was screaming in desperate ecstasy. Legrand knew he was close, but spun things out for as long as possible, enjoying the sight of the young boy writhing and screaming underneath him. The Master gritted his teeth and started pounding the boy with brutalizing force until the spunk burst out deep into Nathan’s now pulverized guts. Legrand shot big, thoroughly branding his new boy toy, feeling immensely pleased with his purchase. Throwing a towel onto Nathan’s smooth, cum-soaked belly, he realized that this beautiful boy was gonna be a lot of fun in the future…
3. The Prize 21mn
When Nathan and Master Legrand first arrived, the boy assumed that the two would get down to business almost immediately. How could he not? Master Legrand had so much fun testing the merchandise. And he had kept the gay twink slave scantily clad in his black jockstrap and little bow-tie, marching him out of the limo and through the hallways in near nudity. Nathan was an object of desire, full of longing, and when they finally reached the extravagance of Legrand's golden bedroom, he assumed that his purpose—to be played with by his Master—would be unleashed. But that's not what happened. At least, not immediately. There were no toys, no restraints, no other men. There was only the Master and the boy—all that mattered. Master Legrand sat on the bed, framed by a ghostly painting of fog-shrouded deer. He instructed Nathan to sit on his knees on the floor, and wait. When the Master finally beckoned for the boy, it had felt like an eternity had passed. So fixated he was on orders from his new owner that he hardly knew he was in the middle of training. Their night of passion had already begun, but what he didn't understand was that before pleasure came obedience. Nathan crawled across the ground eagerly towards his Master's grip, and looked up at the older man with the sort of dewy-eyed innocence that one can rarely find in this world, much less purchase. Master Legrand kneaded his bubble butt, squeezed firmly the muscles of his flank—muscles that he knew he'd wear out eventually. Nathan had already become an excellent investment, and he had only just started to suck on the tip of Master's cock through his suit trousers. Master Legrand ordered the boy to perform various acts of worship as he slowly stripped himself of his suit. The boy's senses were dizzied from focusing back and forth on Master Legrand’s bulge, and lips, and grip. He was led to the bed, and positioned on his hands and knees atop the gold quilt. Master Legrand took the opportunity to explore the boy's body, fingering him in preparation for what was to come. The boy moaned in agony and ecstasy as one. Then two fingers slipped in. He cried out wordlessly, the sort of gasp that only comes from the test of submission. Satisfied with the width the boy slave was capable of stretching to—and the pitch his cries reached—Master Legrand scooped the boy up and used him hard with his massive tool. The bow-tie boy found himself in a whirlwind of positions, bouncing on Legrand's giant cock, curled into a ball and rocked by the power of his master's hips. His eyes rolled back into his head. And at some point, amid the jackhammering of his prostate and the screaming from his throat, the boy simply stopped thinking. All that he could feel or understand was the impossible size difference between himself and his owner, and the next position he needed to assume. The breeding was all that mattered, and it mattered without words…