He’s alone with me in a private room. Here, I can touch, taste, and lick every part of my prize with no distractions and no worries about having to outbid another Master. He is mine, completely, and I am going to make my Boy understand he will be mine for as long as I want.

He’s on all fours in front of me in a small black jock. His pale, smooth body glistens in the daylight for my viewing pleasure. I call him forward and he obeys immediately, as he should. I smile. He does, too.

My hand grazes over his silk-like skin. I can feel the blood rush to my cock, which jumps in my suit trousers. I turn him over and examine one of the finest qualities of my newly acquired Boy: his beautifully smooth ass. With his creamy bottom framed by his small jock, I can’t tell if he shaves or he’s naturally this hairless. Either way, he’s a work of art.

I push my face up against his hole and smell the sweetness of his entrance. I nibble on the meat of his cheeks tenderly, savoring him. I stand up and touch his radiant face. Once my fingers reach that smile of his, I let him suck on them. He sucks on my fingers like he hasn’t had a meal in ages, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy with the gift I have just given him.

I pull my fingers from his mouth and push his face into my groin, burying it into the fabric and against the throbbing cock waiting underneath. I let him undress me, anticipation-like electricity powering us both. He pulls my pants down, then my underwear. Once I’m fully revealed, the blood from every part of my body surges to the point where his lips and my cock meet.

He treats it like royalty, his tongue swirling around the pulsating head as the rest of his warm throat engulfs it entirely. The moment his throat lifts off of me to get air, I know exactly what to do to him next.

I point myself towards his hole. He fits on my cock like a missing puzzle piece, sliding up and down like he was designed specifically for me. My moans reached louder levels then I had ever reached before as he pumped himself on me. With each passing second, his own rock-hard cock bounces up and down in rhythm with his gyrating hips.

I savor every position I fold him into. My boy’s smooth hole is covered in precum and the juice of long use. He’s riding on top of me and I know, soon, I will leave my mark inside him. His hard cock bounces in front of me as mine continues to destroy his hole, his body. When he locks eyes with mine, it sends me over the edge. My seed spreads into every part of his hole, filling out parts of him long in need of my branding. His hole clenches during my final thrusts inside him. He collapses on me, milking my afterglow as the last of my throbbing pumps start to subside.

I was so confident in my greed before, but now I don’t think I'm at liberty to keep him as my own. His beautiful hole deserves to be shared again in the same setting I had met him in. Perhaps the Masters should do another bidding war over this piece of art… he’s certainly worth it.