I have purchased a few boys before, but this one was different. His cherub-like curls. His developing muscles creating the start of a toned hairless swimmers’ body. The innocence behind his blue eyes. When I saw him on the block, I knew he was mine. Once I felt his hole’s tight grip on my cock as it milked out a load, I knew he needed me. And once I saw how eagerly he licked my fingers clean after I had run them through the puddle of cum on his stomach, I knew this boy needed to be corrupted, broken. And I am the Master to do it. Anxiously, I am excited to see my boy again and start him on his path of living for the sole purpose of nurturing and servicing my big cock.

After the auction was completed and I had marked my prize with my DNA, I limited myself to one scotch during the celebratory toast in the Member’s Lounge. Later, I enter the playroom and wait for my prize to be brought to me. My prize crawls into the room and stops at my feet. I look down at him, still adorned in his auction bowtie and black jockstrap. Too much clothing for my liking but that will change. I look into his eyes and start imagining all the debauchery I want him to experience.

“Take my jacket off.” He complies.

I stood and unbuckled my belt. His face inches away from my zipper as I unzipped and lowered my pants. My rigid cock becoming harder, longer inside my white briefs. I smile at the idea of him becoming ****** with the smell permeating from behind the white pouch; unwashed and coated with the dried remains of our initial mating a few hours ago.

Boy kissed the tip and worked his tongue down my shaft and over my balls. Churning the cum that will soon overflow from his rectum. He took my cock into his mouth while keeping eye contact, this boy knows his place. I locked my fingers in his curls and moved his head up and down, training his mouth to memorize each vein. I put his skull into a vice grip using my hairy thighs, holding him down, stretching his throat with my thickness.

I stood him and bent him over. I could tell his hole was still tender from our earlier session. I spread his cheeks and started licking out his hole. I love tasting my cum inside of someone I have recently used. It made me hungry and I wanted more. I inserted my fingers to explore deeper, pulling more of myself out for my tongue to lap up.

I smacked his ass and laid down. He climbed on top of me and slowly lowered his ass onto my dick. He sighed when he bottomed out and then began bouncing up and down while I watched his back muscle tense and seize when my flared tip punctured his second hole.

I rolled him over on his stomach. I wanted to watch my cock slide in and out of my new property, his ass cheeks fiery red from spanking them during our fuck. I use my body weight with each thrust of my hips, so my cock drills him harder. Boy looks back at me with his blue eyes. Behind them, I see desire, fear, lust but above all, submission. Admittedly, it was that look of submission that set me off. My hairy ass spasmed as my cock shot ropes of cum deep into his canal, draining me.

I pulled out, opened his cheeks and admired the mess I had created of what was once a tight boy hole. I smacked his little red ass one last time and left him.

Boy knows that his future will be completely by my design. I write his fate. As long as he remembers every hour, every minute of the day, his only thought should be focused on how he can make me cum and the current total of loads he has taken from me. If he makes me and my cock happy, hopefully, he will be too. If not, his punishment could be severe.

Worship this dick, boy. Your entire livelihood relies on it now.