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The boy's name was simply, Logan. A perfectly fitting and masculine name for a handsome boy.

Logan’s smooth, toned body, soft, full lips, and wide, curious eyes would make him a valuable asset and a prized possession for his future owners. His cleancut boyish looks come with a true submissive’s heart, excited by the idea of a powerful man telling him what to do. Even in the face of fear, he will not disobey his master.

Having happily volunteered to be traded and sold, he sees himself as finally fulfilling his dream of being a true servant among worthy dominant men. No more doubts, no more decisions. Just unquestioned obedience and servitude. And the thrill of being fucked again and again.

I knelt in the corner, watching him get comfortable and settled in his room. He was tall and handsome in his dark, slate gray suit.

As I bent him over, I felt around his hips and crotch. His narrow waist was cushioned by a beautiful, round ass. My teeth practically

Breaking a boy in is hard work. Even when they want it--when they know they need it--it’s truly more of a delicate art than a science.

I knelt in the corner, watching him get comfortable and settled in his room. He was tall and handsome in his dark, slate gray suit.

Master Wolf has been good to me. He’s taken care of me, fed me, and kept me safe. But I know that I’m not his forever. Property changes hands...

Austin has been trained well. When we walk, he follows behind me, never in front, always just a pace away. With just a move of my hand, I can

I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I took my seat. The auction hall was full of wealthy men. Men from all over the world, all with different...

As much it’s hard let go of what was mine, seeing Austin on the auction platform is a special thrill. He’s so obedient, so well trained.

Logan has potential. He’s a little bit more raw than what would normally be put up for auction. He’s still very timid and nervous. He shakes

I stayed in the corner, waiting and ready. It was our first day together since I was sold and I wasn’t sure what was needed of me.

There’s nothing better than winning. That feeling you get under your scalp, that electric tingling that excites you, makes you feel taller and stronger.

It was quiet in my cage. Nothing but me and my thoughts. I had woken from my sleep, hearing the sound of Master Myles moving in the next room.

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