I remember every single thing about my initial grooming process. I was a quivering mess, terrified of what could happen to me. But I learned, while on the streets, that dissatisfaction with the familiar is far worse than a little uncertainty. For me, I was as horny as every boy my age, to be sure. But also like most boys my age, I wasn’t exactly in tune with my wants and proclivities before I came to the Masters. I was trained in submission and obedience, guided by older, sexier, richer men than I had ever known.

Maybe others would find this transaction difficult. I did not.

Master Stone was in charge of both my initial grooming and my first round out on the auction floor. I was blown away by the experience—as he brought me out to the block wearing just a flimsy (but very complementary) black jockstrap that hugged and exposed my cheeks, I couldn’t see much in the dimly lit space. But I could hear them. Even obscured on the other side of the mirror, I could hear the bids as they came in, and the voices, their rumblings, their hunger.

And what can I say? I produced results. The man who ultimately won the bid for my body was Master Marko, who, like Master Stone, was a towering, intimidating, and entirely-too-sexy specimen of a man.

Both men had their way with me in front of the rest of the bidders. They continued to explore my body even after the auction floor had closed. But eventually, I was released into my bidder’s care, and it was time for me to go up to Master Marko’s private suite and really let him have his way with me.

My newfound confidence found itself weakening just a bit as I made my way into the room and spotted him sitting on the bed. He grinned as he motioned for me to approach. It was incredible to feel my body almost magically compelled to do so, not spurned by words, but simply beckoned and understood with a hand motion.

The Boy Noah, as I am now known, is very different from the Noah of the past who was turning tricks on the corner. This version of me yearned for powerful men to let their hands roam all over my body, to taste me, to let me taste them, and to feel them deep inside me.

Master Marko instructed me to help him undress. Everything about this man seemed massive in comparison to me. His big burly chest and thick muscular thighs seemed barely contained in his button-up shirt and snug-fitting slacks. His big meaty ass made it look as if he had been sewn into the pants. No wonder he was rich; I imagine most of the world paid him just to exist.

I had the older man naked in a matter of minutes, and his masculine, hairy body stood in front of me, glowing, his hard cock pointed straight out at me with what felt like a laser focus. I ended up on my knees trying to choke down his rigid meat, and I don’t even remember how long it took for me to end up bent over the bed with one leg perched up. Time had lost all meaning. I just knew that it was a blur between swallowing his cock in my mouth and taking it into my tight hole.

Once burrowed deep inside me though, he took full control back and from one position to the next he pounded clarity back into me, ramming my hole till it was gaping open. By the end I was all but begging and pleading for his cum as if I was begging for my very life. That, too, I did not find difficult to do.