I’m the opposite. I want a Slaveboy who is eager and well-trained enough to learn to know what I want almost before I do, that way he can serve me with smooth, impeccable efficiency. I don’t need a Slaveboy to fear me, but I do need him to worship me. I’m a handsome man. Let’s be honest, I’m a hunk. I always was, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve worked hard to stay that way. When I was young, I could have done porn. I had offers, but I turned them down, only because I had other goals. Like this one.

I did let a sex toy company take a mold of my perfectly proportioned 8” dick to make dildos out of, though. Damn! The thought that there were tens of thousands of men (and women!) across the country getting off by fucking themselves with my cock still gets me rock-hard when I think about it.

Master Marko had left the club by the time I and The Boy Noah had gotten cleaned up and dressed. I could tell that The Boy was disappointed that he didn’t get one last goodbye. Master Marko’s boys tend to fall hard for him. I let him call Master Marko, who agreed to let him come over for a few minutes. Some Masters might resent that, but I feel like it’s better to close a door to the past and lock it than leave it standing open. I told him to go do what he needed to do and I would meet in a vacant parking lot around the corner. It didn’t take long before he walked up and climbed in the car.

I was glad I gave him that little time off of his leash because he was a whole new Boy when I got him home. I told him to go shower and meet me in my bedroom. He got ready in record time and came meekly crawling in the door. When he knelt up between my legs and I said, “Undress me,” he turned into a sex-crazed little beast. He could barely hold himself back from just ripping the buttons off of the front of my shirt. I told him to unbuckle my belt and he slipped it out of my pants and practically threw it across the room. I loved this!

He yanked my pants down and buried his face in my crotch, huffing my musk and slobbering on my rapidly growing cock. I let him take my shorts down, too, and, when he saw my hard throbbing rod, his eyes bulged out like a cartoon character. As soon as I let him, he pounced on me like a dog with his favorite bone. He swallowed my eight inches like it was nothing. I almost wished he had choked on it just a little bit. I switched him to sucking on my balls, otherwise he’d make me shoot my load before I even had a chance at his ass.

I was absolutely going to get some more of that tight, sweet hole, though, and the time had come. I shoved it straight in. At least that made him moan and wince a little bit. Pretty soon, he was riding me like a bucking bronco. This boy’s ass is a five-star fuck hole and I’m gonna be balls-deep every chance I get. I don’t think that will be a problem for him. It wouldn’t matter at this point if it was!

It was almost over too soon. This may be the first Boy I’ve had who needs to be taught to slow down and take his time. Obviously though, I’m Boy Noah’s type, so I knew that this boy and I were going to get along just fine.