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The boy Milo had just stepped off the auction sales floor after his first time being put up for bid. Master Reese had made excellent use of his young body—the product—during a lengthy demonstration to the bidding audience of wealthy older men. He still had some butterflies in his tummy, but he was far more excited than anything the nerves or anxiety were doing to him. Afterall, he’d just been purchased for the night by the devilishly handsome Master Stone.
Master Stone had only just given him a bareback pounding that ended with the older hunk blowing his load all over Milo’s tummy. The idea of this stranger simply paying a fee for a chance to use his body however he wished turned the boy on a great deal, far more than he had expected it would. He had never put a price to his own body before.
And now he would learn what that price meant.
They returned to Master Stone’s estate, and his bedroom. Master Stone sat on the big king sized bed. He was a towering, strong man with broad shoulders and a chest like a fortress, exuding confidence and authority in a white crisp collared shirt, red tie, gray vest, and slacks. His face was etched with lines of experience. Milo was on all fours, still in his snug black jockstrap, his innocent eyes a striking shade that seemed to shine with an inner innocence.
The older man beckoned for the young slave boy to crawl over to him. Milo compiled and made his way over to Master Stone, crawling face first into the man’s crotch like a puppy. He took a big whiff—Master Stone smelled amazing, like spice and steel, his scent as dominant and masculine as he was.
Master Stone had Milo stand up so he could get an even better look at the boy. He was just as fragile and precious in the brighter light of his private quarters. The boy quivered as the man let his hands roam all over his bare skin, stopping at his ass. Milo could feel the older man’s big fingers probe his little hole, making him shudder. The man told Milo to undress him, and again, Milo complied. Obedience came naturally to him.
Milo was only able to undo the man’s vest and tie before Master Stone returned to letting his hands grope and feel up the youngster. The man tweaked and licked his nipples and noticed the boy’s cock had grown stiff and rigid. Master Stone pulled out Milo’s hard little cock from the confines of his form fitting jockstrap. He gave it a slight lick and a couple of strokes before putting it back in its cotton prison. He brought the boy back to his knees and gestured for him to continue undressing him.
Master Stone watched intently as Milo did as he was instructed, impressed with his mindfulness, and satisfied with his purchase thus far. With his chest and torso now exposed, Milo tasted the man’s beefy body. Master Stone stood up, his pants coming down, and his hard cock clearly visible through his snug white briefs. Milo pulled them down, freeing the older man’s swollen meat. The boy wasted no time in swallowing the fleshy sword—as was his duty, as was his desire.
Master Stone enjoyed the boy’s mouth on his cock, but was far too hungry for just a blowjob. He ordered Milo to the bed. His slave got on all fours, and Master Stone slid his member into the boy’s ultra tight chute. The boy yelped a bit as the man’s shaft made its way inside him. Soon though, the boy was moaning in pleasure as Master Stone slowly built up to a steady pace of pumping his hips in and out, in and out.
Master Stone flipped Milo over onto his back; the small boy was easy to maneuver. He slid his rigid cock back in and gave him a proper pounding. Milo pulled his own stiff rod back out from out of his jockstrap and stroked it to the rhythm of Master Stone’s thrusts. Before he even knew it was happening, the boy lost control and came all over his own stomach. This did not stop the freight train of Master Stone, who continued to pump in and out of him. Master Stone didn’t seem upset though, in fact he looked pleased at his own handiwork having such an impact on his new slave. The man slipped his rod out of the boy and stroked it, blowing his own load all over the boy’s belly, marking him as his property—not that there was ever any doubt who belonged to whom.