I needed Colton. Jonah has him well trained, broken in. He’s stuck it out and doesn’t seem likely to flee into the night, figuratively, or literally. It’s rare but it happens. I want a boy that knows how to serve but still has some vulnerability left. Boys who have been through several masters start to get jaded, their emotions are guarded, they know not to care. Their service may be impeccable but they are very aware of it, and proud of it, and if you want something different they will give it to you but slightly resent it.

Colton is a boy that I can still mold to my own desires. I’m also not unaware that I have a gruff exterior. I don’t exactly cultivate it, but I don’t go out of my way to soften it. Honestly, I can be a bit of a teddy bear when I’m in a good mood but it doesn’t show unless I want it to. A boy like Colton who’s only been with a master like Jonah with his naughty fratboy grin is likely to find me somewhat intimidating. I like that.

Jonah wanted me to buy Colton. He knew that I would give him a “good home,” not that any master in the Collective would be bad. Honestly, I think Jonah wanted to keep Colton around. In a few months he would probably be dropping not so subtle hints about bringing him around, just so we could have drinks, and of course we need the boys to serve us, and maybe if things end up getting freaky later in the evening we might end up swapping boys. Yeah, like that.

Whatever. Jonah is Jonah and I love him. The fact was, I needed a boy and Colton did pretty much tick my boxes, and made my balls tingle. I hadn’t ever gotten the chance to try him out, but Jonah assured me that his throat was deep and his ass was tight and I wouldn’t be disappointed. Of course, I won the auction. I’m a Taurus. When I decide to charge, I charge. If I want something I always get it, one way or another.

There is absolutely nothing like that moment when you step into the spotlight to claim a boy. That moment when your eyes meet and he knows that you are his new master. In the days that follow you will get to know each other and, even if the power dynamic between you doesn’t shift, the relationship becomes more complex. In that moment, though, you are simply owner and property. He, the lithe sexy body that you have the pleasure and privilege of fucking and breeding, and you, the man who will soon fuck him.

Colton was there on his knees, his skin glistening with oil in the spotlight, his ass presented to me, his sweet hole clearly visible between his spread cheeks. There are men who think a master should fuck his boy the first time without any warm up to show him who is in charge. I think Cuban Cigars, vintage port, and boys' asses are things that are meant to be savored and every man should learn to enjoy them.

I had intention of fucking Colton before I had tasted him. He would feel the force of my cock opening him up soon enough. This moment was about me, and my pleasure. Colton was everything I hoped he would be but a man's cock is an unruly beast and mine was aching to feel the inside of this boy’s hole. As I spread him open, I could tell by how he groaned, he meant it when he said the words every master wants to hear from a new slave… “You’re so big, Sir!” He’ll get used to it.