The clock began to tick as the auction opened. The Boy Clayton was brought out from the shadows—he was at the $10,000 mark with only the silhouette of his body in view. This Slaveboy was expensive merchandise, and for good reason. His impressive body strode the stage, his thick thighs crowding the small jockstrap covering his growing cock. Moans filled the room as Master Kamp, the auctioneer of the evening, caressed the boy's body, oiling up the new merchandise for peak performance.

Tensions started to rise as The Boy turned around to show off one of his best assets. His hairy tight hole spread on the table in all its glory, and the bids skyrocketed in response. His young cock was fully hard from being put on display. Master Kamp grabbed the merchandise to demonstrate it to the bidders, and the boy moaned with ecstasy from each of the Master's movements. The Boy’s naturally submissive side revealed itself as he leaned on Master Kamp while getting stroked.

The bids closed at $900,000 and a victor was revealed among the buyers.

He approached the stage to collect his purchase. Master Legrand knew he was going to outbid everyone; he’s had his eye on this Boy ever since he was first passed onto his lap at the aforementioned party. The Boy Clayton recognized Master Legrand from the same event, and couldn't keep the pleasantness of that memory off his hungry face.

Master Legrand felt up his prize; the leftover oil lubed up his fingers enough to trail his digits downwards and insert them inside of his boy’s warm hole. Master Legrand’s finger slipped in and out as he leaned in for a taste of Boy Clayton's perfect mouth. Their tongues twisted around in shapes they would both become accustomed to.

Boy Clayton undressed his Master anxiously. He did all that he could to demonstrate his obedience. Master Legrand leaned back as the Boy took his Master's huge cock into his mouth; Boy Clayton looked up with pleading eyes. Master Legrand smiled as he pushed his sub-boy further down the shaft of his member, filling that throat with the taste of wealthy precum and juicy cock.

Boy Clayton straddled his Master, slowly sliding one of the biggest cocks in the Buyers Club into his lightly-stretched hole. The Slaveboy’s moans immediately followed as he began to pump himself on his Master's cock. Legrand appeared almost proud of his submissive boy for taking his huge cock so well—though perhaps "pride" is not the correct word for a man pleased that his purchase is working as expected.

Nature took over. Master Legrand pumped reflexively, pumping the boy harder and harder with each second. The Boy Clayton's hole was split in ways it had never been before, his moans of pain and pleasure reached new heights he was unaware of. Their faces twisted, overcome with sensation, as Master Legrand approached his final thrusts into the boy. His seed spilled, spreading throughout his boy's body, filling each crevice of his hole. Money well spent.

With his softening cock so big that it still filled the inside of his boy's hole, Master Legrand propped Boy Clayton up. The afterglow of his breeding washed over the boy's glazed expression; he barely whimpered when Master pulled out. Master Legrand rose to leave the room, but not before throwing the boy a towel. After all, he should clean up before their next session…