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the boy noah | Chapter 3

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Master Marko and The Boy Noah
August 24, 2023 | Full Length Video : 28min 26sec
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It hadn’t been terribly long since Master Stone picked me up off the cold winter street. He gave me a warm bed to sleep in and plenty of warm meals. Granted, in exchange, he, and the other Masters of the Owners’ Club, insisted I repay this generosity with my hole and body. I was to be used in any and every way their members pleased. I had to comply with all of their whims, remaining obedient and eager in my aim to please all customers.

Maybe others would find this transaction… difficult.

I remember every ...[Read more]

I remember every single thing about my initial grooming process. I was a quivering mess, terrified of what could happen to me. But I learned, while on the streets, that dissatisfaction with the familiar is far worse than a little uncertainty. For me, I was as horny as every boy my age, to be sure. But also like most boys my age, I wasn’t exactly in tune with my wants and proclivities before I came to the Masters. I was trained in submission and obedience, guided by older, sexier, richer men than I had ever known.

Maybe others would find this transaction difficult. I did not.

Master Stone was in charge of both my initial grooming and my first round out on the auction floor. I was blown away by the experience—as he brought me out to the block wearing just a flimsy (but very complementary) black jockstrap that hugged and exposed my cheeks, I couldn’t see much in the dimly lit space. But I could hear them. Even obscured on the other side of the mirror, I could hear the bids as they came in, and the voices, their rumblings, their hunger.

And what can I say? I produced results. The man who ultimately won the bid for my body was Master Marko, who, like Master Stone, was a towering, intimidating, and entirely-too-sexy specimen of a man.

Both men had their way with me in front of the rest of the bidders. They continued to explore my body even after the auction floor had closed. But eventually, I was released into my bidder’s care, and it was time for me to go up to Master Marko’s private suite and really let him have his way with me.

My newfound confidence found itself weakening just a bit as I made my way into the room and spotted him sitting on the bed. He grinned as he motioned for me to approach. It was incredible to feel my body almost magically compelled to do so, not spurned by words, but simply beckoned and understood with a hand motion.

The Boy Noah, as I am now known, is very different from the Noah of the past who was turning tricks on the corner. This version of me yearned for powerful men to let their hands roam all over my body, to taste me, to let me taste them, and to feel them deep inside me.

Master Marko instructed me to help him undress. Everything about this man seemed massive in comparison to me. His big burly chest and thick muscular thighs seemed barely contained in his button-up shirt and snug-fitting slacks. His big meaty ass made it look as if he had been sewn into the pants. No wonder he was rich; I imagine most of the world paid him just to exist.

I had the older man naked in a matter of minutes, and his masculine, hairy body stood in front of me, glowing, his hard cock pointed straight out at me with what felt like a laser focus. I ended up on my knees trying to choke down his rigid meat, and I don’t even remember how long it took for me to end up bent over the bed with one leg perched up. Time had lost all meaning. I just knew that it was a blur between swallowing his cock in my mouth and taking it into my tight hole.

Once burrowed deep inside me though, he took full control back and from one position to the next he pounded clarity back into me, ramming my hole till it was gaping open. By the end I was all but begging and pleading for his cum as if I was begging for my very life. That, too, I did not find difficult to do.

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Series: The Boy Noah
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Chapters
1. The Grooming 33mn
One of our Masters picked up The Boy Noah off the streets on a cold winter night. The young one’s desperate need for warmth and human touch shone clearly in his eyes even in the darkness of night. Boy Noah had a natural innocence to him; his baby-ish face and submissive demeanor only added value to him as one of our Boys. He had a slim, smooth body and perfect round ass that could be played with for hours. But he had little experience being with men of our caliber, so for this diamond in the rough, we assigned one of our top Masters to introduce him to our world and groom him for what’s to come. Master Stone, being ex-military and one of our most stern groomers, was the clear choice for his introduction. Boy Noah, docile as he was, fell into a nervous spiral at even the sight of this Master. As soon as Master Stone began to touch the boy, it was clear that Boy Noah had never done anything like this before. He recoiled, ever so slightly, from his Master's touch. This is what Master Stone is here to fix; he can bend Boy Noah to his will and have him up for auction, ready to please his next Buyer, in no time. Master Stone’s hand brushed over the boy’s nipple. It was like an on switch; Boy Noah let out all his nervous feelings in one moan of pleasure. He was learning. The more Master Stone rubbed his big rough hands over Boy Noah's tender smooth body, the more excited the boy got. His nervous demeanor had already begun to shift into sweet submission. Master Stone commanded the boy to get on all fours as he began peeling off his clothes. Noah laid himself before his Master, and as soon Master Stone rubbed his hand over the boy's smooth back, Boy Noah arched himself in anticipation of what was to come. Master Stone worked the young body like clay. He molded Boy Noah’s back into the perfect arch massaging the slim thighs and, finally, opened that beautiful hole for a closer look. Boy Noah spread himself wide for his Master to see, with balls hanging low while his boyhole was exposed to the open air, tight and ready to be entered. Boy Noah breathed heavily. Master Stone brought out oil to spread over the Boy's hairless body. As soon as the drops hit the Boy's body, much like his nipple, another switch flipped for the smooth slaveboy. His cock began to rise while Master Stone rubbed the oil over his young hairless chest and stomach. The beautiful, small body glowed in the light and his moans started to grow louder with each passing second. Boy Noah's cock throbbed as Master Stone threw him back on all fours and started to play with the sweet sweet hole. Boy Noah moaned in disbelief that he could ever feel that good as Master Stone worked the boyhole with his tongue. He had never experienced such a feeling inside himself before, physically or mentally. Master Stone replaced his tongue with a glass toy. Pain and pleasure came to Noah in simultaneous waves, but his yearning for his Master—and the things being done to him—never waned. Not even Master Stone could resist the way this Boy writhed for him. He started to undress himself before The Boy, exposing his well-defined muscles and hairy chest. He unbuckled his belt to expose his cock, which sprung out, wide, large, and hungry. As Master Stone inserted himself in Boy Noah, it was like a reawakening. The warm throbbing cock in The Boy’s wet, tight hole was a missing part of himself that Boy Noah had been searching for. His own cock twitched in response to each pump of his Master’s hips, sending them both into a haze of pleasure. Both of them moaned louder than before as Master Stone's cock began sliding in and out of the tight hole. Boy Noah began to stroke his own cock, and it wasn’t long before he reached his climax, bursting cum all over his stomach, seemingly shooting his rounds in time with the thrusts of Master Stone’s cock. His moans began to calm as Master Stone backed his throbbing cock out of the boy's hole, grabbing a towel, then throwing it to Boy Noah so he could clean himself up. Boy Noah was left there feeling incomplete again, wanting to keep pleasing his Master as his afterglow began to fade. Any signs of being nervous had faded and all he wanted to do now was to please… in other words, Stone had done his job, and done it well.
2. The Auction 26mn
The Boy Noah was scared, nervous, and shivering during his most recent grooming by Master Stone. He had, after all, just been plucked off the street in the dead of winter. As nervous and jittery as he was, though, the boy’s moans from Master Stone sliding a glass toy into Boy Noah’s tight, hungry hole, coupled with his extremely stiff boy cock, easily marked him as a valuable asset. The Boy Noah’s innocent face couldn’t hide his inner desire to serve, especially once Master Stone slid his own stiff member in. Everyone in the auction house could hear the boy’s moans rise to extreme volumes, which crescendoed with Master Stone’s own orgasm. It was this performance that quickly led to Master Stone’s belief that The Boy should go out onto the auction floor as soon as possible. As Master Stone brought the boy—clad in nothing but a black bowtie and jockstrap—it was clear there were still quite a few nerves he needed to work out. But, little does he know that it’s this particular kind of youthful innocence that would be his selling point. Boy Noah was quick to follow all of Master Stone’s non-verbal commands, entranced by the domineering presence of the man. The bids came pouring in immediately. Master Stone told the twink to get up on the platform and then began showing The Boy off to the bidders, causing the price to go from five to six figures in a matter of minutes. Boy Noah winced and recoiled as Master Stone let his oiled-up hand run over The Boy’s chest and sensitive nipples. Master Stone had him get on all fours and presented the bidders with a view of the tiny puckering boy hole. Master Stone slides his large middle finger into The Boy, causing him to moan in pleasure. The bids come to an end, with frequent customer Master Marko winning. Master Marko is a handsome man, whose thick body carried with it a commanding presence with perhaps, though there was a certain approachability to his smiling eyes. With that same warm grin, he grabbed Boy Noah and brought him in for a kiss. The Slaveboy acquiesced, letting the man slip his tongue into his young mouth and taste him. Master Stone watched. Master Marko had Boy Noah return to his position on all fours and dove face first between the cheeks, letting his tongue dart into that tender hole. He rubbed his beard all over The Boy’s supple ass. Master Stone continued to oil The Boy up. Master Marko undressed, releasing his hard cock from the confines of his pants. The Boy Noah was turned around, spun like a toy in whatever direction his Masters needed to position him. He swallowed Master Marko’s fat, rigid cock as Master Stone undressed behind him. Despite his eagerness to serve, The Boy could barely fit it all into his mouth. Well, if one end can’t do it, Master Marko will simply use the other. He commanded the boy to turn back around so he could stick it inside Boy Noah’s tight, hungry little hole. The head went in with some resistance, squeezing pathetic moans out. The rest of the shaft slid in slowly. As Master Marko began to pump in and out of The Boy, Master Stone shoved his own cock into Boy Noah’s to pacify him. Master Marko soon found a steady pace sliding in and out of The Boy Noah. He turned him around like a roast, flipping him on his back and sliding back in. Master Stone kissed The Boy deeply as if to tell Noah what a great job he’s doing. The sensory overload was too much for Master Marko at that point—he howled as his balls tightened and blew his load into the boy’s guts. It was another great test-drive of a purchase.
3. The Prize 29mn
It hadn’t been terribly long since Master Stone picked me up off the cold winter street. He gave me a warm bed to sleep in and plenty of warm meals. Granted, in exchange, he, and the other Masters of the Owners’ Club, insisted I repay this generosity with my hole and body. I was to be used in any and every way their members pleased. I had to comply with all of their whims, remaining obedient and eager in my aim to please all customers. Maybe others would find this transaction… difficult. I remember every single thing about my initial grooming process. I was a quivering mess, terrified of what could happen to me. But I learned, while on the streets, that dissatisfaction with the familiar is far worse than a little uncertainty. For me, I was as horny as every boy my age, to be sure. But also like most boys my age, I wasn’t exactly in tune with my wants and proclivities before I came to the Masters. I was trained in submission and obedience, guided by older, sexier, richer men than I had ever known. Maybe others would find this transaction difficult. I did not. Master Stone was in charge of both my initial grooming and my first round out on the auction floor. I was blown away by the experience—as he brought me out to the block wearing just a flimsy (but very complementary) black jockstrap that hugged and exposed my cheeks, I couldn’t see much in the dimly lit space. But I could hear them. Even obscured on the other side of the mirror, I could hear the bids as they came in, and the voices, their rumblings, their hunger. And what can I say? I produced results. The man who ultimately won the bid for my body was Master Marko, who, like Master Stone, was a towering, intimidating, and entirely-too-sexy specimen of a man. Both men had their way with me in front of the rest of the bidders. They continued to explore my body even after the auction floor had closed. But eventually, I was released into my bidder’s care, and it was time for me to go up to Master Marko’s private suite and really let him have his way with me. My newfound confidence found itself weakening just a bit as I made my way into the room and spotted him sitting on the bed. He grinned as he motioned for me to approach. It was incredible to feel my body almost magically compelled to do so, not spurned by words, but simply beckoned and understood with a hand motion. The Boy Noah, as I am now known, is very different from the Noah of the past who was turning tricks on the corner. This version of me yearned for powerful men to let their hands roam all over my body, to taste me, to let me taste them, and to feel them deep inside me. Master Marko instructed me to help him undress. Everything about this man seemed massive in comparison to me. His big burly chest and thick muscular thighs seemed barely contained in his button-up shirt and snug-fitting slacks. His big meaty ass made it look as if he had been sewn into the pants. No wonder he was rich; I imagine most of the world paid him just to exist. I had the older man naked in a matter of minutes, and his masculine, hairy body stood in front of me, glowing, his hard cock pointed straight out at me with what felt like a laser focus. I ended up on my knees trying to choke down his rigid meat, and I don’t even remember how long it took for me to end up bent over the bed with one leg perched up. Time had lost all meaning. I just knew that it was a blur between swallowing his cock in my mouth and taking it into my tight hole. Once burrowed deep inside me though, he took full control back and from one position to the next he pounded clarity back into me, ramming my hole till it was gaping open. By the end I was all but begging and pleading for his cum as if I was begging for my very life. That, too, I did not find difficult to do.
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