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…he’s ready for more as I command him to get into missionary position and ready his hole for my glass toy. His hard-on and hole glisten with oil as he puts himself into position, cock still throbbing with anticipation. His moaning comes back full force as I enter him with my toy, which is twice the size of my finger that was inside his hole only seconds before.
He strokes his cock vigorously as I pick up the pace with my toy, entering that beautiful boy hole with ease from the oil-coated glass cock that fits so perfectly inside him. I pinch his nipples to bring him closer to orgasm and then start to pick up the pace with the toy inside him. His stroking takes no break as he jerks that throbbing cock of his while I twist and turn the toy inside him.
He can’t take much more as his face breaks into euphoria, his cock bursts with thick ropes of cum as I fuck him harder with my toy, I can almost feel his hole vibrating through the glass toy as the rest of his load drips out of his pulsating cock. I massage the cum into his stomach and chest, eventually leaving him there to feel the afterglow of being one of our new submissive boys. The Buyers are already lining up to see this boy’s hole for themselves, it won’t be long until he’s being used by one, or more, of our many potential Buyers.
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After I had thoroughly tested one of my new boys, Chase, I knew he would yield me some incredible profit. His face, body, and disposition (which was the perfect mix of shy and coy) are everything my clientele love about my merchandise. He was quick to submit and perfectly obedient.
I brought him out to the stage and started the bidding at the usual amount. I teased him just a little bit by letting my hands roam over his body. Almost immediately, he trembled. Whatever small fear he may have had at the beginning of the proceedings was entirely gone. The bids instantly increased, keeping pace with his moans. Soon we landed on the highest bidder.
Master St. Michael explored the boy’s body much like how I’d been doing. After a deep tongue-fuck and some fingering, the winning buyer stood up, and pointed his own rock-hard, curved cock at Chase’s hole. He popped the head in first, with the rest of the shaft going into the willing boy’s chute with ease.
The Master pounded the slaveboy, getting him to moan in ecstasy. After some time at the perfect rhythm, Master St. Michael could feel his own balls tighten a bit. He made the boy get on his back and then the successful buyer slid back into his prize’s hole, letting the boy know with just a stern gaze that he wanted their eyes locked as he unloaded inside.
The man began to groan and grunt as he reached the hilt and spilled inside the slaveboy’s hole. Chase, too, shot, covering himself with his own seed.
After I had thoroughly tested one of my new boys, Chase, I knew he would yield me some incredible profit. His face, body, and disposition (which was the perfect mix of shy and coy) are everything my clientele love about my merchandise. He was quick to submit and perfectly obedient.
I brought him out to the stage and started the bidding at the usual amount. I teased him just a little bit by letting my hands roam over his body. Almost immediately, he trembled. Whatever small fear he may have had at the beginning of the proceedings was entirely gone. The bids instantly increased, keeping pace with his moans. Soon we landed on the highest bidder.
Master St. Michael explored the boy’s body much like how I’d been doing. After a deep tongue-fuck and some fingering, the winning buyer stood up, and pointed his own rock-hard, curved cock at Chase’s hole. He popped the head in first, with the rest of the shaft going into the willing boy’s chute with ease.
The Master pounded the slaveboy, getting him to moan in ecstasy. After some time at the perfect rhythm, Master St. Michael could feel his own balls tighten a bit. He made the boy get on his back and then the successful buyer slid back into his prize’s hole, letting the boy know with just a stern gaze that he wanted their eyes locked as he unloaded inside.
The man began to groan and grunt as he reached the hilt and spilled inside the slaveboy’s hole. Chase, too, shot, covering himself with his own seed.
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The latest acquisition from Master Kamp was a rare prize, indeed. Clayton was a tall, statuesque slab of blonde meat that was formed by the rigors of high school football and weight training. In his past life, he was the golden boy of his town. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and boys.
The untrained eye would look at Clayton and assume that this boy would become top of the world. But there wasn’t a “top” bone in Clayton’s body. And only the analytical eyes of an expert like Master Kamp could see this truth.
Kamp felt Clayton quiver. He could tell that the large young man was so eager to be used. He gripped the boy’s head roughly and pushed him onto a pedestal in the center of the darkened room. The boy assumed an obedient form on all fours—Kamp was pleased to see how naturally Clayton slipped into the correct position.
Master Kamp let his hands slide over the boy’s firm butt cheeks. He measured their circumference with rough squeezes, then pushed his thumb towards Clayton’s hole. He circled it slowly then began to probe. The boy gripped the fabric of the pedestal and accepted Master’s fingering.
Kamp delivered a reaffirming swat to Clayton’s meaty rear as his low voice rumbled, “Good boy…”
The latest acquisition from Master Kamp was a rare prize, indeed. Clayton was a tall, statuesque slab of blonde meat that was formed by the rigors of high school football and weight training. In his past life, he was the golden boy of his town. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and boys.
The untrained eye would look at Clayton and assume that this boy would become top of the world. But there wasn’t a “top” bone in Clayton’s body. And only the analytical eyes of an expert like Master Kamp could see this truth.
Kamp felt Clayton quiver. He could tell that the large young man was so eager to be used. He gripped the boy’s head roughly and pushed him onto a pedestal in the center of the darkened room. The boy assumed an obedient form on all fours—Kamp was pleased to see how naturally Clayton slipped into the correct position.
Master Kamp let his hands slide over the boy’s firm butt cheeks. He measured their circumference with rough squeezes, then pushed his thumb towards Clayton’s hole. He circled it slowly then began to probe. The boy gripped the fabric of the pedestal and accepted Master’s fingering.
Kamp delivered a reaffirming swat to Clayton’s meaty rear as his low voice rumbled, “Good boy…”
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It’s always a treat picking up a new boy. And this one especially looks like he’s thirsting for cock to feed on. As a Master, I don’t waste time breaking my boy in properly. I take him into the darkroom so I can see my new merchandise in full view.
Already hard as I undress him, I force him to his knees and spread oil over his back and down to his hole so I can prepare him for what’s to come.
My finger probes deeply, warmth emanating from inside like an invitation. Pulling his cheeks apart, I feel the heat for myself as I play around inside with my fingertip. His tight hole closes in around it, thirsting for something bigger as I start to fuck him gently with my finger. He moans in pleasure as I probe deeper inside, his hole pulsating around my fingertip.
I slather the back of his cock and balls with oil so he’s slick with it. I grab a glass toy and use it to rub oil down his hard-on and up to his hole. I slowly insert the glistening and dripping glass cock into this boy’s begging hole.
As I enter him with this fucktoy, I hear him moan loudly in pleasure, louder with every further inch I push inside of him. His hole starts to get used to the size, and that’s when I know to start fucking him with it properly, breaking him in onto what he should start to expect.
It’s always a treat picking up a new boy. And this one especially looks like he’s thirsting for cock to feed on. As a Master, I don’t waste time breaking my boy in properly. I take him into the darkroom so I can see my new merchandise in full view.
Already hard as I undress him, I force him to his knees and spread oil over his back and down to his hole so I can prepare him for what’s to come.
My finger probes deeply, warmth emanating from inside like an invitation. Pulling his cheeks apart, I feel the heat for myself as I play around inside with my fingertip. His tight hole closes in around it, thirsting for something bigger as I start to fuck him gently with my finger. He moans in pleasure as I probe deeper inside, his hole pulsating around my fingertip.
I slather the back of his cock and balls with oil so he’s slick with it. I grab a glass toy and use it to rub oil down his hard-on and up to his hole. I slowly insert the glistening and dripping glass cock into this boy’s begging hole.
As I enter him with this fucktoy, I hear him moan loudly in pleasure, louder with every further inch I push inside of him. His hole starts to get used to the size, and that’s when I know to start fucking him with it properly, breaking him in onto what he should start to expect.
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Marcus hardly spoke when Felix took him in. His quiet intensity was thrilling for Felix, even as someone who has brought many boys into his inventory. His submissive spirit is one of the strongest he’d ever seen, and he could not wait to test out his skills.
Marcus has a series of tests he wanted to perform to assess his strength of will. The first being the nipples. And when Marcus reached his limit, Felix gave him a good smack on his chest. The next test was his cock. He gripped his nuts in his hand like he would the knob of a door. He squeezed them, feeling their firmness and warmth in his hand.
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Marcus hardly spoke when Felix took him in. His quiet intensity was thrilling for Felix, even as someone who has brought many boys into his inventory. His submissive spirit is one of the strongest he’d ever seen, and he could not wait to test out his skills.
Marcus has a series of tests he wanted to perform to assess his strength of will. The first being the nipples. And when Marcus reached his limit, Felix gave him a good smack on his chest. The next test was his cock. He gripped his nuts in his hand like he would the knob of a door. He squeezed them, feeling their firmness and warmth in his hand.
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Master Savage loves to push people… It’s what he does. And the Boy Marcus seems like a chance to push myself. To see not just what a submissive is capable of, but what he’s capable of as well. Master Savage saw his perfect submissive in the slave Marcus. Marcus is the perfect combination of a timid, quiet spirit with a smooth, strong body.
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Master Savage saw his perfect submissive in the slave Marcus. Marcus is a beautiful combination of a timid, quiet spirit with a smooth, strong body.
Master Savage loves to push people… It’s what he does. And the Boy Marcus seems like a chance to push myself. To see not just what a submissive is capable of, but what he’s capable of as well. Master Savage saw his perfect submissive in the slave Marcus. Marcus is the perfect combination of a timid, quiet spirit with a smooth, strong body.
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Master Oaks knows just how valuable Cole is. With his tall, toned body, round ass, and big cock, he knows that his friends would pay top dollar for the chance to breed his hole. He invites the buyers over for a relaxing night of drinks and conversation, all while being serviced by his obedient slave boy.
Master Legrand can’t take his eyes off of Oaks’ property, coveting him and imagining all the ways he’d used him if he were his. When the bidding begins, the men all take turns feeling his body and fucking his mouth, getting a sense for what the young man is capable of.
Oaks even invites them to fuck his hole raw, wanting to milk his friends for more money knowing how his tight hole feels around a bare cock. But they all know as good as it feels, only his owner can breed him… And with that incentive, the bidding takes off!
Master Oaks knows just how valuable Cole is. With his tall, toned body, round ass, and big cock, he knows that his friends would pay top dollar for the chance to breed his hole. He invites the buyers over for a relaxing night of drinks and conversation, all while being serviced by his obedient slave boy.
Master Legrand can’t take his eyes off of Oaks’ property, coveting him and imagining all the ways he’d used him if he were his. When the bidding begins, the men all take turns feeling his body and fucking his mouth, getting a sense for what the young man is capable of.
Oaks even invites them to fuck his hole raw, wanting to milk his friends for more money knowing how his tight hole feels around a bare cock. But they all know as good as it feels, only his owner can breed him… And with that incentive, the bidding takes off!
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Breaking a boy in is hard work. Even when they want it–when they know they need it–it’s truly more of a delicate art than a science. You have to study the boy, feel his body, feel his will, find where he’s his strongest… and where he’s his most vulnerable.
When I found little Austin, he was alone and cold on the street. He appeared frail, too small and thin to be a man full grown. It wasn’t until I thoroughly assessed him that I found that this was just his natural way. He would always seem small and frail. And in my experience, that is what many of my clients find the most valuable.
For Austin, breaking him wasn’t just a matter of showing him my authority. It was clear he would listen to me and do what I told him. But when I touched him, he had a moment of hesitation. A doubt. A feeling in his mind that he was supposed to protect himself. Protect something he’d been told was his. This was part of the correction process. Part of the hard work ahead.
All his life, he’d been told he was his own person. His own man. That he needed to be strong and independent. Responsible for his future and that path he would walk. I could see it in his eyes as soon as he looked back up at me. He was lost, confused, and desperate for a place in this world. He didn’t want this responsibility. He didn’t want to have that burden.
I had to free him from this notion. Free him from his true cage: autonomy.
Austin first needed to be stripped of himself. His identity. His history and expectations. I brought him into the staging area, a dark, secluded room where I could help him undergo this essential transformation. He was nervous and shaking, as any lamb would be when brought to an altar of sacrifice. But through the fear in his eyes, I could see his heart bursting with hope. He didn’t know what was coming, but deep down, I knew he’d be happy that he didn’t have to be the one to decide.
I ran my hands over his body, feeling him, assessing him. He trembled a good deal. Something to fix before he heads to auction. I placed him down on all fours, splayed out, still weak from the street, barely able to keep up his insubstantial weight. I tried to calm him, running my hands over his head and face, petting him like a stray puppy. I was amused by how my palm seemed larger than his entire head. It excited me, and I knew it would excite my clients.
Pulling off his clothes, I knew I had to test him to see how he would respond to my authority. I pressed his nipples, feeling them grow firmer and more sensitive as I twisted and squeezed them. I had to assess his limits if I was going to get a fair price for him, so even as he squealed and moaned, I persisted, discovering that upper limit.
I won’t lie. I felt my cock grow harder as I felt his neck in my hands, seeing him suppress his fear to continue to yield to me. I knew my purpose in that moment wasn’t to gain satisfaction, but this beautiful boy inspired it in me. Seeing him, feeling him in the grip of my hand… I wanted to possess him and own him.
But he wasn’t ready yet. He still was clinging to the idea that his body was his. That his nipples were his to shield. Even as I reached my hands down into his pants and grabbed his boy cock, I felt that flinch of resistance. He was as hard as I was, but not yet a possession.
I pulled down his pants, freeing him from the garments of his past, the last threads of his individuality. I gave his nuts a good tap, hearing him squeal through the pain. He stayed in place. A good sign. I placed a hand over his mouth, silencing him… an act that made my cock even harder.
But it wasn’t until I had him naked and on all fours, his butt up in the air, red from my hand, that I could feel him beginning to give up the control. His tight, smooth hole was completely vulnerable to me, taking to my oiled fingers with increasing ease and acceptance. I was impressed with how much it could take, and I was certainly not gentle.
I oiled his body, seeing the red marks deepen as blood rushed to where I’d been. Slick and submissive, he began to melt in my hands. His cock became fully erect, pulsing in my grip as I reached for it. I knew I had to open him up, stretch his virgin hole, and see the look in his eye as the final bit of himself slipped away. The self that would become my property, my object… my merchandise…
Breaking a boy in is hard work. Even when they want it–when they know they need it–it’s truly more of a delicate art than a science. You have to study the boy, feel his body, feel his will, find where he’s his strongest… and where he’s his most vulnerable.
When I found little Austin, he was alone and cold on the street. He appeared frail, too small and thin to be a man full grown. It wasn’t until I thoroughly assessed him that I found that this was just his natural way. He would always seem small and frail. And in my experience, that is what many of my clients find the most valuable.
For Austin, breaking him wasn’t just a matter of showing him my authority. It was clear he would listen to me and do what I told him. But when I touched him, he had a moment of hesitation. A doubt. A feeling in his mind that he was supposed to protect himself. Protect something he’d been told was his. This was part of the correction process. Part of the hard work ahead.
All his life, he’d been told he was his own person. His own man. That he needed to be strong and independent. Responsible for his future and that path he would walk. I could see it in his eyes as soon as he looked back up at me. He was lost, confused, and desperate for a place in this world. He didn’t want this responsibility. He didn’t want to have that burden.
I had to free him from this notion. Free him from his true cage: autonomy.
Austin first needed to be stripped of himself. His identity. His history and expectations. I brought him into the staging area, a dark, secluded room where I could help him undergo this essential transformation. He was nervous and shaking, as any lamb would be when brought to an altar of sacrifice. But through the fear in his eyes, I could see his heart bursting with hope. He didn’t know what was coming, but deep down, I knew he’d be happy that he didn’t have to be the one to decide.
I ran my hands over his body, feeling him, assessing him. He trembled a good deal. Something to fix before he heads to auction. I placed him down on all fours, splayed out, still weak from the street, barely able to keep up his insubstantial weight. I tried to calm him, running my hands over his head and face, petting him like a stray puppy. I was amused by how my palm seemed larger than his entire head. It excited me, and I knew it would excite my clients.
Pulling off his clothes, I knew I had to test him to see how he would respond to my authority. I pressed his nipples, feeling them grow firmer and more sensitive as I twisted and squeezed them. I had to assess his limits if I was going to get a fair price for him, so even as he squealed and moaned, I persisted, discovering that upper limit.
I won’t lie. I felt my cock grow harder as I felt his neck in my hands, seeing him suppress his fear to continue to yield to me. I knew my purpose in that moment wasn’t to gain satisfaction, but this beautiful boy inspired it in me. Seeing him, feeling him in the grip of my hand… I wanted to possess him and own him.
But he wasn’t ready yet. He still was clinging to the idea that his body was his. That his nipples were his to shield. Even as I reached my hands down into his pants and grabbed his boy cock, I felt that flinch of resistance. He was as hard as I was, but not yet a possession.
I pulled down his pants, freeing him from the garments of his past, the last threads of his individuality. I gave his nuts a good tap, hearing him squeal through the pain. He stayed in place. A good sign. I placed a hand over his mouth, silencing him… an act that made my cock even harder.
But it wasn’t until I had him naked and on all fours, his butt up in the air, red from my hand, that I could feel him beginning to give up the control. His tight, smooth hole was completely vulnerable to me, taking to my oiled fingers with increasing ease and acceptance. I was impressed with how much it could take, and I was certainly not gentle.
I oiled his body, seeing the red marks deepen as blood rushed to where I’d been. Slick and submissive, he began to melt in my hands. His cock became fully erect, pulsing in my grip as I reached for it. I knew I had to open him up, stretch his virgin hole, and see the look in his eye as the final bit of himself slipped away. The self that would become my property, my object… my merchandise…
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I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was full of wealthy men. Men from all over the world, all with different, high level positions and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even saw a couple politicians. Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but certain men have a way about them they can’t hide.
It can be easy to feel impressed with the caliber of elite individuals surrounding you, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all want the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the more the other man has, the more you have to fight to get what you want.
Today’s lot was small. Just a couple items being sold. I was prepared to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be exciting just to witness the drama of the transaction without ever placing a bid. But when the “Austin” boy was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.
The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was perfectly presented, beautiful behaved. His skin was smooth and milky, broken up only by the black tie around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his genitals in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at once. His face showed no fear or doubt. He was prepared. Prepared to be owned.
With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the boy quickly and obediently presented his hole out to the crowd, giving us a better look at on what we were bidding. As the masked man’s hands moved over his body, between his delicate parts, and into his body, my mouth watered. My hands imagined they were up his, exploring him in such a powerful way. The thought was enough to get my cock hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid.
Winning was a thrill like nothing else. Not only was I able to feel the upmanship of besting my peers, but I’d just bought the right to own him. To possess him. He was mine to use as I wished. No fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. And that was a power unlike anything else I could have imagined.
When I got my hands on him, this only grew stronger. He shuddered slightly when my fingers caressed his hole, but I could see it in his eyes that his training kicked in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the hard leather over his flesh, he continued to present his soft, delicate butt to me, without showing what fear he must have undoubtedly had. This is what ownership means. It’s not his butt. It’s my butt. And I can do what I want to it.
With the rest of the men now gone, retreated to the parlor for their drinks and small talk, I felt myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master. And there was no debate.
His little boy cock felt like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but most importantly, earned. Even though I knew I owned him, it was even hotter to think he was turned on. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but every response he gave me proved his loyalty and obedience.
When I gave him my cock, he took it in his hand and worshipped it dutifully, taking it deep into his tiny throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He got it perfectly wet in short order, as if even his salivary glands were trained for this purpose.
With the glistening of his spit on my big cock head, I was able to push it into body smoothly and without resistance. Fuck. That was amazing. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to prepare his hole, but he’d never felt a man’s cock inside him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom order sheath.
He felt perfect, wrapped tightly around me. I took my time with him, testing his hole and what it could handle. How deep I could go and how hard I could push before he let out his first sounds of pain and pleasure. But I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now. I didn’t want to break my toy just as he’d become mine…
I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was full of wealthy men. Men from all over the world, all with different, high level positions and careers. Lawyers, doctors… I think I even saw a couple politicians. Part of the society’s code was anonymity and secrecy, but certain men have a way about them they can’t hide.
It can be easy to feel impressed with the caliber of elite individuals surrounding you, but at the end of the day, their presence is adversarial. We all want the same thing. Supply is limited, and the cost is high. And the more the other man has, the more you have to fight to get what you want.
Today’s lot was small. Just a couple items being sold. I was prepared to sit tight, keep quiet, and simply watch the sale in action. It can be exciting just to witness the drama of the transaction without ever placing a bid. But when the “Austin” boy was put on the block, I couldn’t stay passive.
The price went high, and it’s understandable. He was perfectly presented, beautiful behaved. His skin was smooth and milky, broken up only by the black tie around his neck and the leather jockstrap that worked to keep his genitals in place. His big eyes looked out into the crowd, seemingly at everyone and no one at once. His face showed no fear or doubt. He was prepared. Prepared to be owned.
With every snap of the auctioneer’s fingers, the boy quickly and obediently presented his hole out to the crowd, giving us a better look at on what we were bidding. As the masked man’s hands moved over his body, between his delicate parts, and into his body, my mouth watered. My hands imagined they were up his, exploring him in such a powerful way. The thought was enough to get my cock hard right where I sat, and I knew I had to bid.
Winning was a thrill like nothing else. Not only was I able to feel the upmanship of besting my peers, but I’d just bought the right to own him. To possess him. He was mine to use as I wished. No fantasy, no role play. He belonged to me. And that was a power unlike anything else I could have imagined.
When I got my hands on him, this only grew stronger. He shuddered slightly when my fingers caressed his hole, but I could see it in his eyes that his training kicked in, steeling himself to endure whatever I presented. Even as I took off my belt and ran the hard leather over his flesh, he continued to present his soft, delicate butt to me, without showing what fear he must have undoubtedly had. This is what ownership means. It’s not his butt. It’s my butt. And I can do what I want to it.
With the rest of the men now gone, retreated to the parlor for their drinks and small talk, I felt myself come into my power. My authority. Everything I’ve built myself to be. I was the master. And there was no debate.
His little boy cock felt like a trophy in my hand. Hard, but most importantly, earned. Even though I knew I owned him, it was even hotter to think he was turned on. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but every response he gave me proved his loyalty and obedience.
When I gave him my cock, he took it in his hand and worshipped it dutifully, taking it deep into his tiny throat. He was so small, his wrist seemed thinner than my girth. He got it perfectly wet in short order, as if even his salivary glands were trained for this purpose.
With the glistening of his spit on my big cock head, I was able to push it into body smoothly and without resistance. Fuck. That was amazing. His brow furrowed slightly, the only sign of his doubt. It was his first time, after all. Who knows what the auctioneer did to prepare his hole, but he’d never felt a man’s cock inside him. He was being shaped to my cock, like a custom order sheath.
He felt perfect, wrapped tightly around me. I took my time with him, testing his hole and what it could handle. How deep I could go and how hard I could push before he let out his first sounds of pain and pleasure. But I knew I had to be careful. At least, for now. I didn’t want to break my toy just as he’d become mine…
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Master Legrand has trained Austin thoroughly. He does what the handsome dominant asks without hesitation. Legrand sees how far Austin’s come and wants to give his fellow masters a taste of what his special boy can do. He also wants to make sure he gets the best price for Austin’s tight hole and submissive spirit. By giving some of his potential buyers a taste of what they can expect, he thinks he’ll be able to get the best return on his investment.
Master Legrand has trained Austin thoroughly. He does what the handsome dominant asks without hesitation. Legrand sees how far Austin’s come and wants to give his fellow masters a taste of what his special boy can do. He also wants to make sure he gets the best price for Austin’s tight hole and submissive spirit. By giving some of his potential buyers a taste of what they can expect, he thinks he’ll be able to get the best return on his investment.