http://boyforsale.com/ CarnalPlus en-us https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-4th-auction-the-boy-noah-vol-2.html I can’t believe how far I’ve come in…what? Three years, I guess. Time doesn’t have much meaning when you are a slave in the Collective. It’s been a wild roller coaster ride. Some amazing highs, but there have been lows, too. I don’t want to get off the roller coaster, though. Not yet. After all, there is nothing I want to go back to. My father was a drill sergeant. Is, I guess. It feels like a past life. No, it is a past life. The problem was that he was a workaholic. He didn’t know how to be anything but a drill sergeant, at home, as well as work. To make matters worse, we lived on base. There was no getting away from it. In the army, rank is everything and drill sergeants are pretty low. Being his son, that put me pretty low on the totem pole, too. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I waited for spring to come. Stuffed everything I could into my backpack and left. I waited for a big truck to pull up to the back gate, slipped around the side of it and off into the dark. I timed it so that the bus came by less than five minutes later. In thirty minutes, I was in the city. With no fucking idea what I was going to do. I knew there was a gay youth homeless shelter. The problem was that their halfway house was full. They said to come by for dinner and a shower anytime and put me on the waiting list for a spot. What I didn’t count on was one last cold snap. Not cold enough to die, but cold enough to be damn miserable. It was night. I was sitting on the corner of an alley, far enough in to be out of the wind, not so far as to be alone in the dark. I didn’t want to think what my dad would do if he ever saw me again, but I was just about to give up. Maybe when the buses were running again in the morning, I should head back to the base. Then the car pulled up. Big, black, expensive. A voice called out, “Boy!” I instinctively cringed. But there was a hint of, not gentleness, but concern, at least. I looked over. “Get in.” What can I say? I’ve followed orders since I could walk. And I was cold… and hungry. I won't lie, there have been moments that I wondered if I made a mistake but, if I had to choose, I would get in that car again. I never dreamed where it would take me. A month later, I was a slave. Not like a real slave. A sex toy in a club, I guess you’d call it, called the Collective, where men richer than you could even imagine buy and sell young guys as fuckboys. Money means nothing here. My first master bought me for almost eight hundred thousand dollars, and sold me for nine hundred thousand because I was better trained. More money than my father would make in a decade. Just to keep me as a house pet. I’ve had three masters. They keep me for six months, a year. I’ve met boys who are kept longer, but never forever. Each one is different, but they dress me up, take me out, often to parties with the other masters they know. Sometimes I have to do chores, other times just be pretty. One, told people that I was his nephew. Another, an intern for his company. The third, just said I was his young lover. The one thing they have in common is that they paid a lot of money to fuck me. And they get their money’s worth. In between masters, there is an Appraisal. One thing about the Collective, they keep a close eye on the boys. I guess with guys pervy enough to buy and sell boys to fuck, things could get out of hand quick. When Master Reese decided to sell me, Master Aries and Master Scott were at my appraisal to check me out. Both of them fucked me. I was glad Master Scott bought me in the next auction. I like him better. He didn’t keep me, though. I guess Master Aries was waiting his turn because I’m his now. He won the auction and came on stage to claim me. I was on my knees, ass up. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even touch me before his face was between my cheeks and his tongue was in my hole, eating me like I was his last meal. Then he smacked my ass cheek. I’ve heard that he likes to play rough. I’m well-trained now. I can take it. contentgroup_8412 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-appraisal-the-boy-james-vol-1.html I’ve been fortunate enough to get invited to several appraisal sessions. It’s hot to share a boy with a few other men. This is an extremely submissive experience for the boy, as well, especially when it’s his first time, as it was with Boy James. Of course, the whole experience of being sold and owned is a lot to take in. They know they will eventually be sold again. Trading boys among ourselves is part of the entertainment of being a member of the Collective. When it happens the first time, it can be a shock, though. They are sent for an appraisal and find themselves on the block with three men whom they might or might not know, poking and prodding them, taking measurements and photographs. Their health and condition must be thoroughly documented and vetted before they are sold again, both for the buyer’s assurance of quality, and the boy’s safety and well-being, which is absolutely a concern. Then it’s time for fun. Of course, they are being bought and sold as sex toys, so making sure they perform well is a necessary part of the process. This afternoon we were appraising Boy James, and I was assisting Master Kamp and the boy’s former owner, Master Scott. Master Kamp never fucks boys in public. Shy perhaps? It has never seemed like my business to ask. Master Scott never hesitates to enjoy a nice ass anytime he gets the chance. I’ve never seen him drop his pants without a hard fat cock stretching out his jockeys, ready to breed. I’m not shy about using a boy, either. Of course, Boy James used to belong to Master Scott, and he was eager for one more taste of the boy's hole. With a nod from Master Kamp, he dropped to his knees and started licking, with a grin of pleasure on his face. Then we flipped the boy around, and I had my turn while Master Scott got his dick sucked. From the sounds he was making, Boy James was doing a very good job. Pressing my face between the boy’s firm, round cheeks, I discovered what put the smile on Master Scott’s face. Damn! If that boy isn’t a Grade A snack. I could have spent a lot more time with my tongue in that hole, but Boy James was too good at deep throating Master Scott. An impressive feat itself, considering the man’s size. Realizing he was about to come and wanting to breed his slave one last time, we turned the boy around, and he wasted no time thrusting in balls deep, while Boy James gave me a demonstration of what he could do with his throat. I do love watching a man use a boy, and Master Scott does know how to fuck. I think spit roasting a boy is one of the ultimate acts of domination. It becomes all about the men, and the boy is reduced to being little more than a fuck toy to be used for our pleasure. Master Scott and Master Kamp are good friends. Master Kamp was kissing him, teasing his nipples, and encouraging him to plow his load deep into the boy's hole. Fucking a hole lubed up with another man’s cum is something else I enjoy. It’s so raunchy, but at the same time an intimate bond with another man, and of course the boy is just there to take as much fucking as necessary to leave all of us fully satisfied. Master Scott must have been saving up. He filled the boy up until his seed was dripping back out, but he made sure to gather it up with his cock and push it back in. Then we flipped him around again, and I quickly thrust my cock in before any more cum could leak out. If eating that boy is a pleasure, fucking him is paradise. He certainly knows how to use his hole to please a man. I worked up a big load for him while watching him lick Master Scott's slimy cock clean. He didn’t even have to be told to do it. I pulled out at the last second just to watch my cum squirt out, coating his hole. But then I made sure to push it all in and breed him nice and deep. I need more of this boy, though. I think it’s time to pull out my Amex Black card and make sure I get some. contentgroup_8404 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-second-auction-the-boy-zac-vol-1.html There is certainly something to be said when a specific boy’s reputation precedes him, and he becomes a hot commodity among the other members. I had crossed paths with Boy Zac when Master Scott invited me over to spit-roast the boy in his dungeon. It was a scene that I couldn’t get out of my mind. What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants. Something about knowing that the boy has already been broken in before my time with them makes it that much more of a rewarding experience for me when I get to build upon his training as a fuck toy. Boy Zac seemed to have a natural inclination for submission towards a powerful older man. I could already see it in the few training sessions I had taken part in. With Zac going back up for his second gay slave auction, I knew it was the right time to make my interest in him known. Sometimes the boys are very eager to escape their previous life. That makes training and guiding them that much easier. All of us come here looking for a certain level of escape, but I think it’s on a much different level for the boys. I could detect that hunger for something more from Zac. He is looking to find his proper place in the world and I very much enjoyed being the man to help him achieve his ‘good boy’ status. I would never disapprove of anyone’s technique, but Master Scott and I have different styles of domination. He is a bit more intimate, whereas I am more intimidating. I enjoy embracing the more animalistic nature that comes with sex with a fuckboy like Zac. The way that he is so eager to please means I can do just about anything I want with him, and that’s exactly how I like my boys to be. That includes bending the boy over right then and there and wasting no time in claiming my prize, just as soon I became the highest bidder. But once you hand that money over, that seals the deal. It doesn’t matter what kind of power dynamic you hope to achieve, once you become master it is entirely your call. With an unquenchable thirst for submission like Zac has, it honestly feels like it’s my proper duty to push the boundaries with him to test just how far he would be willing to go to earn my approval. Only time will tell how far we will go now that he is mine. contentgroup_8397 https://boyforsale.com/videos/slave-boy-2-the-boy-colton-vol-2-2.html The thing about being a member of this underground twink trade is that you’ll never own one boy forever, but instead they sort of rotate in and out as the seasons go on. Variety is the spice of life as they say. But of course, I have always said once a Master, always a Master, and what’s a Master without a slave? My current prize Boy Colton has had a previous master before me. The only thing I really picked up from Master Ballard was that he had been treating Colton like a dog, or as a gay boy caged, at the very least. Of course, Colton being the obedient sub he is has never failed to follow through with any command he has been given, but I have a cage in my dungeon, as well. It was time to treat my good boy to some special play. I had secretly invited Master Ballard to join us for the afternoon. I was hoping that Colton would make me proud, servicing his former master and me. Master Ballard texted to say he was running a few minutes late. I texted back that the door would be unlocked. He knows where my dungeon is. Colton had been in his cage long enough, though, so I went to let him out. I take my time admiring him under the light of my sex stage set up for a treat just like this, his toned body and boyish face looking even more angelic amidst the golden glow. I get behind him, and can’t help but crouch down to be eye to eye with his beautiful ass. My mustache is quick to tickle his smooth round cheeks. He groans under the tenderness of my kisses, the hairs of my upper lip brushing against his bare skin making his hole twitch. He is nearly ready before much attention is given to his hole, a true horny gay twink slave. When I get in front of Colton, I immediately pull my cock out from my pants, still fully clothed, while he remains in just his jockstrap and collared bowtie. Colton puts it in his mouth and starts sucking it, pulling himself further down onto the throbbing shaft as he gazes up at me with those lustful eyes. That’s about the time that Master Ballard joined us and immediately took to rimming his former submissive bottom himself. Not long after, the thick mushroom head of my fellow master pops between Colton’s cheeks to penetrate the horny boy, thrusting in and out of his hole with ease. We switch things up, spit-roasting my cock hungry bottom from both sides, each taking a turn feeding his mouth before plugging his ass. Just two dilfs fucking a twink good and proper, together. It felt good to slide into Colton after freshly getting fucked by another well-hung master like myself. Watching him get absolutely pounded by the beefy Master Ballard was something I had wanted to see, and just as always, my slave boy did not disappoint. I’m so proud of him! contentgroup_8385 https://boyforsale.com/videos/master-aries-prize-the-boy-river-vol-4.html I’ve had my eye on Boy River for quite a while. My friend Adam even let me play with him. I say, “let me.” He lost a bet and Marcus was my prize. That wasn’t actually the first time that I fucked him, but it was the first time that I was alone with him and able to use him as I wanted to. The feel of his tight hole wrapped around my cock was impossible to forget. He has a small frame and a very tight ass. I don’t know if being fucked is painful for him. He sure whimpers and squeals enough, and his hole quivers around your cock in the most incredible way when you thrust it into him. He is always ready for more, though. That’s what matters to me. If a boy doesn’t say “stop,” I’m not going to. Not until I’ve had my fill of him. Adam put River back up for auction, though. A master gets bored with even the best boys after a while. This time, it was finally my turn. I won the auction. Of course, I fucked him on the block to claim him. With the curtains open. Let the men watch, I’ve got nothing to be shy about. Anyway, let the guys I beat out see what they missed out on. That’s a show, though. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, and not that I didn’t breed his ass good, but it was still a show. I could hardly wait to get him alone. Just the two of us. Believe me, with that sweet hole to look forward to, my cock was hard and my balls full in no time. Even fucking River in Adam’s dungeon was not as good as this. I can’t wait to get him back to my place. I’ve got lots of toys to introduce him to. Right now, though, I just want to fuck him, again. A nice long slow hard fuck to see just how much he can take! Of course, he’s a well-trained, experienced slave. He didn’t need any instruction about how to remove my jacket, and he came crawling back to me on his knees. I stood up, towering over him, looking down into those deep, brown puppy-dog eyes, feeling like the luckiest most powerful man on the planet. If my cock wasn’t already a steel pipe, that would have done it! Before long, he had my cock in his mouth, giving me a hell of a blow job. He can’t take it balls deep, but he makes up for it with eagerness. I just laid back on the edge of the bed and watched him work on it. I could have let him know that he was doing a great job, but I was just enjoying his desperate efforts to please me. A blowjob only goes so far, though. That boy has a peach of an ass that I intend to fuck and breed, at least on a daily basis, and there was no time like now to start. I got him up on his knees and started eating his ass. I could taste my cum from earlier. A boy like River should always taste like his master, if he doesn’t maybe he’s not getting bred often enough. I laid down on the bed and had him sit on my cock, alternating between having him ride me, and just holding his ass up so that I could fuck up into him. I can’t cum like that, though. I need to be on top. I got him on his stomach where I could lay down on him, pinning him to the bed with as much weight as I thought he could take, pounding into his open hole. I even put my hand over his mouth, muffling his whimpers, fully in control of his little body. All good things must end, as they say. I rolled him over on his back, his legs spread wide. I went into breeding mode, churning up a nice big load in my balls. I could tell he was worn out. I can cum three or four times a day, but each one takes a bit longer. Not a bad thing for me, but he just has to lay there and take it. When I came, I came hard, though. My cock slipped out leaving his hole gaping open and cum oozing out. Prettiest sight in the world. I’m definitely going to get my money’s worth. contentgroup_8374 https://boyforsale.com/videos/master-scotts-prize-the-boy-noah-vol-2.html Noah is an eager, blond haired boy with bright blue eyes, the dream of every master within our group. Indeed, he is a prize for anyone who purchases him. “Noah’s infatuation is beautiful. Every time he looks up at me, I can sense his desire. The desire to be touched, to be taken, to be full of me. Luckily for him, he gets what he wants. These are all my desires as well.” Today, I was ready for some manly relief, called for him, and he came crawling in, sexy in his bow tie, jock strap and socks, ready to do whatever I needed and wanted. Once getting him to remove my pants and underwear, fold them, and set them aside, he crawled back and looked up, waiting. I told Noah to “service me”. In a flash he began sucking, getting me hard, while looking up at me. Noah is a pleaser, he wants to please me in every way possible. With little instruction, he has learned how to suck cock better and better, teaching him to go nice and slow, always looking up, seeking my approval. As my dick got hard, he tried to deep throat it as I felt the head of my dick hit his throat, so I told him to suck the top half to give him a break. I told him to get on the bed, so I could eat out his hole. When Noah got into position, I took a pause and marveled at the work of art of his youthful beauty. But as any horny man ready for hardcore sex, I was ready to dive in and feast on him. When I began rimming him, I mentioned his tiny hole, telling him that I hope my big dick fits in there, but I am going to make it fit. Noah was being such a good boy, gasping in pleasure. His pleasure soon ended when I was ready to fuck. My dick was hard and ready for action, I lined it up and started pushing into his tiny hole. Noah got very loud, feeling pain and discomfort. I tried to get him to relax, but knew he had to go through the pain to get to the pleasure. He was so tight, and I told him that I planned on fucking him more to loosen him up. Soon, I noticed he was calming a little and his hole was relaxing. I pushed, going in deeper, telling him, “Take it. Milk my cock.” Changing positions, I got Noah to flip over onto his back for the best, a missionary mating. As usual, he obediently said, “Yes sir”. Once in position, and his legs opened for me, I pushed in and resumed. I continued to tell him he was a good boy. Then soon Noah was thrusting his hips up and down, getting more of my cock deeper. He piped up and said, “Fucking give it to me. Go deep”. After several more thrusts, Noah blew his load, shooting a large amount of cum on himself. I said, “Good boy.” I got Noah back on all fours and pushed in, telling him “Give me your hole” and began pounding him until my orgasm came. Not holding back, I bred him deep, filling him with warm creamy cum. contentgroup_8359 https://boyforsale.com/videos/master-scotts-prize-the-boy-james-vol-1.html Placing a bid on one of the boys we had up for auction is always a thrilling time. It stirs up a lot of excitement getting to see who of us would be willing to pay top dollar to take one of these very well-trained submissives home. There is a healthy rivalry in going head-to-head with the other masters to win whomever you are trying to claim as your next trophy. It was one thing to assist in their coaching. It came with a lot of rules and regulations to ensure we were following the proper protocol. We had very specific scenarios in mind depending on which boy we currently had within our sex slave preparation at The Collective. Some of the bottoms were naturally more inclined for multi-partnered play, whereas others thrived better with close individual attention. I had decided on Boy James for my next treat to myself. I don’t always take part in the auction, but from what I knew of this boy, he was naturally more submissive than others, which made him the perfect candidate. I remembered admiring Master Kamp in the showroom when I had managed to raise the ante to become the highest bidder, watching starry eyed as the handsome twink arched his back offering up his hairy ass before this gay master fucked the submissive. James’ good looks meant that the masters blew past the starting bid fairly quickly, like I had predicted, stacking up more and more zeros as Kamp demonstrated just how submissive the gay twink slave really was. It was giving me steamy visions of having the submissive servant all to myself, away from all the hypersexual and domineering atmosphere of The Collective’s auction room. Instead, it would just be me and James alone, to establish that raw connection I began when claiming him as my prize. Taking him back to my room, it was a lot quieter than down amongst the bidders at the auction. I got to take my time, admiring the bright eyes gazing up at me as I gestured for my new toy to approach his suited master sitting at the foot of the bed. I felt a rush of anticipation run through my body when I reminded myself that this encounter was all about me and less about James’ training. None of that mattered inside the four walls of my room, the only thing that did was that I had to have my needs properly addressed and taken care of. The slender slave was on all fours wearing nothing but his black bowtie and uniform jockstrap, putting him on full display as he maneuvered his way around my fully clothed frame. James was such an obedient twink that I was even able to assert myself with just the snap of my finger, the sharp noise piercing through the dead air, which alerted him to be that much more attentive. He did as he was told, collecting my articles of clothing and keeping them together in a neat pile. It made my dick grow semi-hard, watching just how meticulous my prize was while stripping his master. There was an eagerness in receiving praise while performing pleasure on another man’s manhood, and it was that kind of craving we were hoping to instill in our boys. That smile that spread across James’ face every time I uttered another compliment in his direction. A good boy deserves to be acknowledged as such, after all. I couldn’t help but smile with pride as my eager toy immediately pulled my package into the back of his throat. James was quick to apply any feedback I gave him. When I mentioned more tongue he would enthusiastically prioritize using the slick surface of it to his advantage. It gave him pure pleasure to be the catalyst for his new master’s sexual satisfaction, you could see it in those bright blue eyes of his, a sparkle that glimmered every time I complimented his performance under my breath. I wasn’t about to let the lad go without some oral fixation of my own, using my own wet tongue to taste that hairy hole of his. James swooped down into position, with his ass up in the air, as I kissed between those cheeks to lick the crack. It didn’t take long for my growing member to become so heavy that it could slap against the young gay slave’s backdoor. Still singing my bottom’s praises as he proved to me that he was worth every penny. contentgroup_8354 https://boyforsale.com/videos/slave-boy-the-boy-zac-vol-1.html I was curled up in my cage, waiting for my master to return to use and fuck me, and then I dozed off thinking about when this all started from a card that was given to me, to the grooming as they told me before I was auctioned off, and then the auction. Master Scott purchased me, and I was very ambivalent, unsure, not exactly disliking being owned, and yet I loved that someone wanted me. Me! And then when he fucked me, which was different from the men that I had sold myself to on the streets before. I felt more complete and since he taught me how to properly please a man, the sex with him felt better. Master Scott was all over me every day with his big cock, loading my butt with his cum, enforcing obedience, manners, and then told me that I possibly may have other assignments and to always be ready. One of my other assignments came today, startling me out of my slumber. It was Master Ballard. He is the one who did my initial interview when I first came here. In his booming voice, he asked me “Do you know why I am here, boy? Your master gave me permission to come here and play with you.” He pulled out a set of keys, including one for the lock on the cage. Reaching over, he unlocked my cage and I crawled out, climbing up on the round stage, staying on all fours. I knew what was going to be expected from me and that I had better give him all he wants. I also made sure to pose the way Master Scott taught me with my jock positioned correctly and then to sway a little so that my ass is enticing to the taker. Master Ballard asked me, “Are you going to submit to me, boy?” And I dutifully responded, “yes sir”. From what I could see behind me, he was getting down close behind me, then I felt his scruff beard grazing my skin and then moving farther in toward my hole and then his tongue dug in, eating me out. Okay, I know that I was not excited about him using me, but his rimming skills are not to be beat. I was getting more excited as he flicked his tongue through my crack, licking my ass all over, and then also spearing his tongue deep in my hole. Then he asked me, “would you like to see what else I can do?” With that he rose, and undressed. After affirming that I would let him inside of me, he thrust his dick in, fucking me, telling me that I was such a good boy. In a way, that gave me comfort that I have never known, acceptance. The pace of his strokes were nice, alternating between nice, slow strokes and then faster. Switching it up, he got me on my side, knees together, pulled toward my chest and pushed back in. Master Ballard’s cock curves upward and fucking me in this position felt awesome, confirming that I like dicks with a curve. Every angle of entry gives me a different feeling. Hmmm, thinking…I wonder if one of the masters who has a curve in his dick would fuck me in all directions, if I sweetly ask? No, beg and plead? Damn, shit, fuck, fire… I love that curve! He kept going, moaning louder and louder, telling me he liked my ass, pounding me until he left me with his cum inside. I wonder who will be coming for me to service next. contentgroup_8342 https://boyforsale.com/videos/master-scotts-prize-the-boy-colton-vol-2.html Since Master Ballard loaned Colton to me, I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind. His wide deep eyes beg to please. His round cheeks and tight sweet hole that trembles when I force my cock into him send me to paradise. He is as close to perfect as a boy could be. The truth is, he reminds me a lot of my son. Part of me wants to hold him and cuddle him. Then I remember that he’s not my son. I own him. I can do things to Colton that I could never dream of doing to my son, and my cock gets so hard it hurts. He’s my plaything, my fucktoy. An adorable boy that’s all mine; whose only role in life, while I own him, is to please me. The thing that pleases me most is using his ass. I’m going to do my best to keep him bred 24/7. I love to take his pants down and press my face into his hole and taste my last load. Sometimes, at work, I struggle to focus on my job, because I’m thinking about him waiting for me. I have cameras all over the house so that I can secretly watch him. He has chores and tasks to do to keep him busy. I even signed him up for online classes. I don’t want him to get bored, or lazy. At the same time, every hour, on the hour, a clock chimes and he spends five minutes looking at my picture with my underwear from the day before pressed up against his face. He should never forget for even a minute who his body belongs to. Who his mind belongs to. He is never far from my thoughts, either. It’s always been my habit to come home from work, take off my work clothes, and have a shower, before I put on a pair of lounge pants and pour myself a tumbler of whiskey. Since I bought Colton that has changed. Now, he undresses me, and I devour his sweet tight hole before I fuck him long and deep and plant my load as far up in his guts as my fat dick will reach, before I shower. I bought a buttplug for him to wear to keep my loads inside of him. Then one day I forgot to put it in. He commented on how empty he felt. I couldn’t help but grin. That’s what I want… for his hole to feel empty when I’m not fucking it. Now, he sleeps with it in. It fills him up and gets his body used to it. When he comes in to wake me up in the morning by sucking my cock, I pull it out to give him his first load of the day and leave him with the warm wet feeling of my cum leaking out of his hole and that empty feeling of missing my dick stretching him out and filling him up. After Master Ballard loaned Colton to me, I couldn’t believe he would ever let go of a boy like him. He eventually got bored and put him up for sale, far sooner than I expected. I suppose I will get tired of him, too, eventually. Not yet, though. Not for a very long time. Right now, I need to go find him to suck the precum out of the shorts I’m wearing, and get his ass in the air for my hard dripping dick. contentgroup_8332 https://boyforsale.com/videos/slave-boy-the-boy-canyon-vol-1.html Master Aries put me in my cage in the dungeon and locked the gate. He often does that before a heavy play session. Sometimes he just throws me down on his bed, or mine, or the leather couch in the den and fucks a load into me. One time he did it against the kitchen counter while I was fixing dinner. That’s his rule. If his dick even starts to get hard, I get fucked. That’s what I’m there for. If he has something more than that planned, I get put in my cage. I’m not sure if it is to give me time to fully get into my submissive head space and prepare myself for what is coming, or if he just likes leaving me there as the suspense and fear of what he might do to me this time fills my mind and tightens my muscles, heightened by the discomfort of being restrained in the small cage. I think he likes the fear in my eyes when he finally sets me free. I never have any idea what to expect when I’m led down to the dungeon other than whatever it is, it will begin with the cage. I might be locked up for minutes, or hours. Often I become so lost in the darkness and my own thoughts that I lose track of time, other than judging how stiff my legs feel when I am released. This time, I was surprised when master’s friend Master Snow knelt down beside my cage and showed me the keys that he could have only gotten from my master, who keeps them on his personal key ring at all times, one for my cage and one for my collar. I had seen Master Snow many times. He and the master are good friends. I’m not sure I can say I have met him. We were identified to each other the first time he came over, after master purchased me. Of course, I didn’t speak to him. He mentioned then that he was envious of master having outbid him. Since I knew Master Snow wanted me, it wasn’t shocking that master decided to share me, but he hadn't mentioned it. Probably, having me nervous and put off my guard, and a bit vulnerable was intentional, part of master’s gift. The fact that we were in the dungeon, though, meant there were no limits to what he could do to me, unless those were suggested upstairs. I did know that he couldn’t go too far. Master would not stand for me being damaged, and the regulations of the Collective forbid it. However, the evil smile on his face as he showed me the keys and asked if I knew what they meant was not reassuring. At least he is a very handsome man, not someone I minded being used by. That was about to change when I saw how huge his cock is. As big as any I’ve ever seen in my life. I couldn’t imagine my hole even being able to take something that big. Master Snow ordered me onto the platform, on my knees, and immediately pressed his face between my cheeks, eating my hole. The fact that he did not go over to the toy cabinet was a good sign. Maybe he only wanted to fuck me. When he came around to the other side, presenting me with his massive cock to suck, and reached over me to thrust his fingers into my hole, it was a big relief. Then it was time. He lubed up his baseball bat and pressed it into my hole. It took all of my training and will power to open myself up for him. It was still excruciating, though, but I knew there would be a report and I needed to make my master proud of me. After a few minutes my hole was open and I could enjoy it. Did I ever! Master Snow is a dream master, devilishly good looking, beautiful strong body, and that massive cock that was so wonderful after I got used to it. He even seems nice. I love being fucked, especially by master, but I love being bred, too. Usually, my favorite thing is when I feel a man start to speed up his fucking, his rhythm getting uneven, his breath getting faster. I can tell he's gone from enjoying my hole to his body needing to breed. I need to be bred, too! There is nothing like hearing a man say, "You're going to make me come!” and feeling the warm wetness of his seed spreading inside me. It’s that combination of knowing that I'm just a cumdump for him to use, but at the same time, it was the pleasure of using my body that pushed him over the edge. Then he usually pulls out to look at the hole he’s fucked open and filled up before he pushes back in because he doesn’t want it to end, and he wants to feel my loose open hole slick with his load. This time, though, I felt disappointed when I felt Master Snow reach that edge. I just wanted him to keep fucking me forever. I’m devoted to Master Aries. He’s been very good to me. I know he will get tired of me and put me back on the block eventually. I know Master Snow wants me. I hope he will buy me next. contentgroup_8322 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-auction-the-boy-noah-vol-2.html Receiving word from Master Kamp that the Boy Noah would once again be put up for auction was by no means done by mistake. It wasn’t necessarily that the club was hurting for money, they were doing just fine. With Noah being one of the hottest commodities that they had to offer however, that would mean some of the highest bidders would surely be present. Not only did Noah like the attention, but the men were willing to fork over a pretty penny for the golden boy. This would be Noah’s third auction, he was more than well acquainted with the process by now. He assumed the typical uniform, the black bowtie and black jockstrap, pulling up his knee-high socks to pair with the monochromatic ensemble. With another auction came another master for the young man to serve and Noah was curious who among the group would be eager to outbid their competitors for the chance to be his owner this time. The blond boy walks onto the dark auction stage brightly lit with spotlights for the spectators with Master Kamp towering in the shadows behind him. The bidding starts the moment the nearly naked lad feels the domineering bigger man put his hands along Noah’s chest. The bidders were quick to take note of the twinkle of confidence in the young man’s eyes, causing the total to continue to climb. They were at $50,000 before Master Kamp had even gone below the belt! The boy’s arousal was undeniable. His muscles swelled, and the blood in his veins rushed to his growing bulge. Once Master Kamp pulls out the oil and begins massaging the younger man, the older dom bends Noah over to show the buyers what he was really capable of. One finger in his hole got him moaning, and two fingers got him fully erect. Kamp even took pleasure in teasing the cute twink’s cock and balls, using the band of the jockstrap almost like a cockring. Master Kamp is successful in sealing the deal, with Noah having racked up a grand total of $900,000 for the Collective. Once the highest bidder and rightful winner of the auction Master Scott confirms the payment in full, the boy is all his. Of course, in traditional fashion the real show begins once Boy Noah’s new master, Master Scott, takes to the stage in full suit and tie to claim his ownership, for all of the other members to see. Master Scott is stern, but experienced with dealing with newly obtained novelties from the auctions. He wastes no time at all, slowly removing bits of his suit as he takes over from Master Kamp, eager to demonstrate his own dominance and his new slave’s talents. With his slave’s head down and ass up, his moustache tickles the smooth backside as Master Scott leans in and proceeds to rim his new boy. When the man undoes his fly and pulls out his member for sucking, Noah is already all over it, swallowing every inch even before being ordered to assume a new position. Other members of the Collective looked on as Master Scott fucked his new slave. It was quite the show to behold, Master Scott took off more of his clothes as the two moved from one position to another as he prepared to breed his boy. contentgroup_8293 https://boyforsale.com/videos/master-scotts-prize-the-boy-zac-vol-1.html The auction was way more scary and difficult than I thought it would be. I had been trained. We had even rehearsed what an auction was like. I knew what to expect. I had convinced myself that this was the logical best next step in my life. Of course, the other choices were slim. I was already renting myself out to strange men as a fucktoy. They promised me that life with even the stingiest masters would be far better than I could provide for myself. None of it prepared me for that day, though. Before, the hall was empty. At least, if anybody was watching, I was unaware of it. Even though I couldn’t see anything through the spotlights, that day I knew there were men out there. I could hear shuffling around, whispered conversation (About me?!), quiet coughs. And, of course the bids racking up, higher and higher. By the time it was over, I was almost terrified. I wanted to get up and run but, like I said, the other options were few. Then Master Scott stepped into the spotlight. He accepted the ring, with my name etched into the inside of the band, that symbolically represented his ownership of me. I was now officially owned. Not legally, nothing about any of this is legal. But it’s consensual, so not exactly illegal, either. Either way, I was now HIS. He walked up to me and started stroking my body like no one had ever done before, with the arrogant privilege of ownership. He didn’t need my permission for anything. He fucked me the same way, telling me over and over that my ass was his. I had been taught not to speak but he corrected me. I was to say “Yes, Sir,” “Please, Sir,” and “Thank you, Sir,” when he spoke to me, whether I wanted to or not. I was just glad he chose to close the curtain and not fuck me openly in front of the crowd. Things changed afterward, though. He likes looking into my eyes. It feels like he’s staring straight into my soul. It makes chills go up my spine, but not in a bad way exactly. There isn’t anything threatening about it. Just the opposite. I feel myself falling into his eyes. Like he’s seducing me, or possessing me. I feel myself getting lost in them, losing myself in him. Is that what submission is? When we were alone together, it was different. Still, not the same as the other men I’ve been with. They were always conscious of the fact that they were paying for the privilege of my company. I never forget that Master Scott owns me and he never acts like that’s not the case. At the same time he paid a lot of money to get me. The way he uses me, it’s clear that he’s glad to have me and intends to get as much pleasure from my body as he can. Being in bed with him was different than on the block. Maybe I wasn’t as afraid, or maybe I’m falling under his spell. Kneeling in front of him, he told me to take his underwear down. His cock sprang out. It wasn’t even fully hard and it was already huge. My ass twitched at the memory of him thrusting that pole up into my guts. I’ll have to get used to it. He used me like a sex toy. I wasn’t allowed to jack off. He never even took my jock off. My ass was all he cared about. He ate it like a sirloin steak and then fucked me like a fleshlight. I thought I could fake being his submissive, at least I hoped I could. But I wanted it! I wanted him to spread my legs and use my hole. Every gasp and groan coming from him made me tingle. When he came, I willed my ass to suck every drop deep into my guts. When he was done with me, he kissed me tenderly, like he was grateful, or really cared about me, but then he stood up, tossed a towel on my chest, told me to clean myself up, and walked away without a thought. I was left kneeling on the bed wiping up his cum dripping from my stretched out gaping hole. The only thing I could think about was wondering how soon he would do it again. contentgroup_8280 https://boyforsale.com/videos/3rd-auction-the-boy-colton-vol-2.html This morning, I was told to prepare myself for the auction. Master Ballard was stern as usual but I knew what to do and got myself cleaned up with my black jock and bow tie. The time arrived and he had me follow him to the dark room. I recognized the scene and realized that I was going to be auctioned off again, the third time. With that I have mixed feelings, more confident in my duties, but also with some fear of the unknown. Since I have been here, I have been auctioned off twice, and now, once again, I will have to learn to please and serve a new master. Master Ballard has me get up on the raised platform. Once in place, he starts rubbing all over my body, moving me into poses, I guess showing me off. He rubs down into my jock and I gasped. I desperately needed to cum and he rarely allowed me to do that. Then he rubs oil on my body and again down into my jock. Several times! Damn, I needed to cum! Then the master snaps his fingers and I quickly turn around where he can play with my ass, spreading it open, occasionally grazing over my hole, making me crazy. He drizzled oil down my back to my hole and began opening it up with his fingers. That felt good but I really wanted a dick in there instead. Master Reece Scott came up and Master Ballard placed the ring on his finger. I realized then I had again been bought. Master Scott rubbed my body all over, moved me around, and then began rimming me. YES! I needed sex and I did not care that there was a group of men watching. His mustache and tongue were awesome, making me more crazy. By the master’s moans and words of “yes”, “ahhhh”, and “this ass is all mine”, I realized he was happy with his purchase…so far. Master Scott raised up and said, “I can’t wait to be inside your ass”. I still had not seen his dick, but I could hear him lubing it up, getting ready. Then the master slid his cock into me. I instantly realized this was the largest cock of all three masters I have had so far. Master Scott said, “you are tight” and that he was going to loosen me up. I am sure if he fucks me often enough, he will accomplish it. I also realized that I was making a LOT of noise, moaning. The master made me feel better by telling me “good boy”. He even asked me, “Do you like that?”. I told him “Yes sir”. That was no lie, I really liked the way he pounded my hole. Then the master had his orgasm, shooting his sperm on my ass, then had me flip over on my back, sliding his cock back in. He started pumping and then he said I could jerk myself. I was excited that relief was on its way, or so I thought. As I started to get closer to my orgasm, he slapped my hand away, saying “not today”. He reached down, got a towel, wiped himself off, tossed it at me telling me to clean myself off and walked away. I did as I was told, still horny as hell, frustrated, hoping for better. Hopefully soon it will get better and I will get some relief. Hopefully soon. contentgroup_8270 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-5th-auction-the-boy-river-vol-4.html Boy River has been around for a while now. I think I must be at least his fourth master. I still remember his first auction. Even then, he was something special. Virgins don’t come along all that often. Dallas Steele won him. He likes popping cherries. He probably didn’t keep him for six months. After the ‘new’ wore off, he lost interest. Not that I’m judging. To each his own. I didn’t even bid. I like to play hard and fuck hard. I need a boy that has the stamina to keep up with me. From the gossip I had heard, he would be up for the challenge now. He’s come a long way. I was at his last appraisal and actually got to fuck him. He has matured into quite the premium sex toy. He still has those innocent puppy dog eyes. When you drill your cock into him, his hole closes around it and quivers like it’s his first time and mewling whimpers come out of his throat with every thrust. I don’t know if he fakes it or not. Don’t give a damn! It’s damn hot. Adam Snow out bid me at the auction. I was giving him a hard time about that and he invited me over for some playtime. The boy took us both on. Adam let me breed him first. Truth is I wouldn’t mind taking sloppy seconds from a stud like Adam, although I know that baseball bat between his legs must leave a boy’s ass gaping open. It was a great afternoon, but it didn’t cure my hunger. It just made me want the boy for myself more than ever. That combination of cute puppy and gold star fucktoy really gets under my skin. I don’t really know what Adam likes. Obviously, he liked Boy River then, and I knew he would tire of him eventually, but no telling how long I would have to wait. It was no problem. There are always other boys to fuck. I made Adam promise to give me plenty of warning before he put the boy back up for auction and he did. I ended up spending almost a million dollars on him. That’s a crazy price for a boy that’s been around as long as he has, but I can afford it. Just makes me more certain my desire for him is not misplaced. I was almost trembling when I stepped up onto the stage and Master Kamp put the ring on my finger. Then I turned to my boy crouching on the block. I couldn’t tell if he was pleased, or not, but at least I was a familiar face. I don’t think I’m bad looking. My dick’s a nice size, big enough to fill a hole up, not big enough to tear it open. He’ll soon find out I’m very generous with my boys as long as they please me. Yeah, there he was crouching on the block. I got him ass up and got down on my knees to get a look at that sweet million dollar ass. Of course Kamp had him covered in massage oil, glazed like a damn doughnut. I had to get that wiped off before I ate him out. I love to eat ass, just chowing down, getting my tongue up into a quivering hole, getting it opened up for the hard cock that I’m going to pound it with. I don’t use any more lube than I have to. My hole, my spit, my cum. That’s how a man should fuck a boy. I ate that boy until he was almost begging to get fucked. I slipped a finger into him and felt his ring close around it, nice and snug. That’s a well trained boy. I like that. I like it when he lets go, too, though. I love a boy keeping his ass nice and tight for the dick that’s fucking him, until he can’t anymore. His hole gives up and just opens like a flower and his body is all mine. Like I said, I like to play hard and fuck hard. He didn’t even flinch when I slapped his ass. Later on, after I get him home, I’ll see how much he can really take. Right now it’s all about putting my mark on him. I fucked him from both ends and then I made him cum before I bred him. A man can’t fake an orgasm. You know a boy is yours if he blows a load while your cock is pounding into his ass. He shot a nice big one. Then it was my turn. contentgroup_8251 https://boyforsale.com/videos/master-aries-prize-the-boy-canyon-vol-1.html I am a man who loves to fuck. No, rather, I am a man who needs to fuck. I don’t have time to swipe left or right, and I have zero interest sitting in a noisy bar, with a poorly made drink in my hand while finding a dime a dozen twink to breed that I give two shits about. I don’t want to hear where he was born, what his major is, or what his name is. I just want him to open his holes, take my load and get the fuck out of my stall, alley or house. That is what initially brought me to the Collective. An opportunity to have a full-time boy to fulfill my every need, 24/7. Whether it’s a quick load in his mouth or edging during a day long fuck session before I cum, he is there ready and willing to service me - or anyone else I tell him to. I have purchased a few boys before, but this one was different. His cherub-like curls. His developing muscles creating the start of a toned hairless swimmers’ body. The innocence behind his blue eyes. When I saw him on the block, I knew he was mine. Once I felt his hole’s tight grip on my cock as it milked out a load, I knew he needed me. And once I saw how eagerly he licked my fingers clean after I had run them through the puddle of cum on his stomach, I knew this boy needed to be corrupted, broken. And I am the Master to do it. Anxiously, I am excited to see my boy again and start him on his path of living for the sole purpose of nurturing and servicing my big cock. After the auction was completed and I had marked my prize with my DNA, I limited myself to one scotch during the celebratory toast in the Member’s Lounge. Later, I enter the playroom and wait for my prize to be brought to me. My prize crawls into the room and stops at my feet. I look down at him, still adorned in his auction bowtie and black jockstrap. Too much clothing for my liking but that will change. I look into his eyes and start imagining all the debauchery I want him to experience. “Take my jacket off.” He complies. I stood and unbuckled my belt. His face inches away from my zipper as I unzipped and lowered my pants. My rigid cock becoming harder, longer inside my white briefs. I smile at the idea of him becoming intoxicated with the smell permeating from behind the white pouch; unwashed and coated with the dried remains of our initial mating a few hours ago. Boy kissed the tip and worked his tongue down my shaft and over my balls. Churning the cum that will soon overflow from his rectum. He took my cock into his mouth while keeping eye contact, this boy knows his place. I locked my fingers in his curls and moved his head up and down, training his mouth to memorize each vein. I put his skull into a vice grip using my hairy thighs, holding him down, stretching his throat with my thickness. I stood him and bent him over. I could tell his hole was still tender from our earlier session. I spread his cheeks and started licking out his hole. I love tasting my cum inside of someone I have recently used. It made me hungry and I wanted more. I inserted my fingers to explore deeper, pulling more of myself out for my tongue to lap up. I smacked his ass and laid down. He climbed on top of me and slowly lowered his ass onto my dick. He sighed when he bottomed out and then began bouncing up and down while I watched his back muscle tense and seize when my flared tip punctured his second hole. I rolled him over on his stomach. I wanted to watch my cock slide in and out of my new property, his ass cheeks fiery red from spanking them during our fuck. I use my body weight with each thrust of my hips, so my cock drills him harder. Boy looks back at me with his blue eyes. Behind them, I see desire, fear, lust but above all, submission. Admittedly, it was that look of submission that set me off. My hairy ass spasmed as my cock shot ropes of cum deep into his canal, draining me. I pulled out, opened his cheeks and admired the mess I had created of what was once a tight boy hole. I smacked his little red ass one last time and left him. Boy knows that his future will be completely by my design. I write his fate. As long as he remembers every hour, every minute of the day, his only thought should be focused on how he can make me cum and the current total of loads he has taken from me. If he makes me and my cock happy, hopefully, he will be too. If not, his punishment could be severe. Worship this dick, boy. Your entire livelihood relies on it now. contentgroup_8239 https://boyforsale.com/videos/slave-boy-the-boy-colton-vol-2.html I took the cum-covered towel that Master Ballard threw at me and wiped away the remnants of his load dripping out of my used hole. I shyly brought the towel to my face. I inhaled. I could smell his semen, his sweat and the natural lubricant from my roughly fucked hole. This combination of our scents was the most erotic thing I had ever inhaled. I took multiple deep breaths from the towel as my cock throbbed inside the black pouch of my jock. I was snapped back into reality when I heard movement at the end of the hallway. I fell onto all fours and began my journey out of the guest room towards the master's bedroom. I opened the double-doors and immediately saw the black-wired crate. As Master Ballard instructed, I crawled inside, closed the tiny, wired door behind me and secured the padlock. I was locked in. The crate was small. I couldn’t crouch, let alone stretch my legs. I could be on my hands and knees, or if I curled myself into a tight ball, I could lay down. Choosing to get some rest, I laid on my side and positioned my exposed ass towards the door. Perhaps Master Ballard would be enticed to give me another load before going to bed. While waiting for him, I started to imagine who the familiar face might be that master had loaned me out to. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t realized that the room had become pitch dark as the day turned into night. It was so dark and silent, I questioned if I was awake or if I was dreaming. I woke suddenly, feeling the crate being carried and loaded into a vehicle. I couldn’t see anything as a black covering encased my cage. After some time, we stopped. I heard the doors open, and felt the crate being lifted and then wheeled to my final destination. When I was no longer being transported, I started to prepare myself. I adjusted my bow tie. I made sure my slave boy cock was tucked snuggly in my jock and the leg straps were straight, framing my ass perfectly. I positioned myself on my hands and knees and waited for my master of the day. The black covering was removed swiftly. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I couldn’t see much but knew exactly where I was. In the center of the room was the black padded block where, only yesterday, I was sold to Master Ballard. Out of the shadows walked Master Scott, the master that led my auction. His strong hands had supported me as the bidding took place. He oiled my body, teasing my nipples and cock. He parted my ass and exposed my asshole with his calloused fingers. Master Scott knelt beside me, “Hello, boy. You know why I am here today?” It sounded more like a statement than a question, yet I responded, “Yes, sir.” “Your Master has given me permission to play with you. Are you going to be a good boy?” “Yes, sir!” “Excellent” he said, as he unlocked my cage and pointed towards the block. I climbed on top of the padded surface and watched over my shoulder as Master Scott removed his jacket. Master Scott explored my body with his hands, exactly as he had yesterday, only this time it was strictly for his pleasure. I watched his muscles flex, constricted by the tight fabric of his shirt. He leaned forward, lifting my face, gently drawing me towards him and kissed me. Softly. Romantically. He stared at me for a moment, almost confirming the emotion behind his kiss, but dominance returned to his face, “Only look at me when I tell you to.” I turned my head and looked into the darkness before me. Master Scott worked his hand down my stomach and into the pouch of my jock. His hand around my cock made me moan, as he turned my face towards him again and wrapped his tongue around mine. Master Scott pushed me forward and examined my hairless ass, aligning my asshole with his growing bulge. The master removed his belt and lowered his pants, pulling my ass back against his erection hidden in his briefs. I felt his tongue start to push inside of me as his mustache brushed my pucker. He pushed my cheeks apart so his tongue could explore deeper, tasting more of me, constantly wetting my hole as he prepared it for his cock. The master snapped his fingers, and I spun around to face him, his heavy cock hanging in front of my face. I lifted him, taking the bulbous head into my mouth. I slid more of him into my mouth until my nose rested in the coarse hair at the base of his cock and his blue striped tie covered my eyes. He placed his hand on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth, working his dick further and furthur down my throat. The master snapped again and my ass was now presented before him. He smacked his spit-covered cock against my crack until it found its target and pushed forward. My hole gave in to the pressure and I felt his heat as it snaked up into my intestines. He gripped my shoulder as he pulled out. His cock felt even harder than before when he returned. As master began to work up speed, his open shirt and tie brushed against both sides of my ass causing goosebumps to rise across my back and down my legs. Master Scott roughly pulled out and pushed me onto my back. Lifting my leg into the air, Master began to fuck me. He wasn’t gentle. Now he was possessed. The master was focused on the pleasure his hairy rigid cock was feeling sawing in and out of me, getting closer to filling me with cum with every movement of his hips. I watched as master’s eyes slammed shut, and his cock, now hard as steel, began to pulse and pump its master seed deep inside this cumdump hole. Master Scott jumped off the block, quickly gathered his discarded clothes and left. Once I caught my breath, I weakly crawled into my cage. It was difficult locking myself back inside. Every muscle in my twink slave body shook from exhaustion, but none more so than my tender whitewashed hole. As I curled up on the floor of the cage, I crossed my fingers and hoped that my service to Master Scott would make Master Ballard proud of me. Only time will tell. contentgroup_8230 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-1st-auction-the-boy-zac-vol-1.html There is nothing like owning a new boy. Some masters avoid them. I’m willing to pay extra if I have to. It’s true some of them take a bit of work. It’s worth it, though, just knowing I’m his first, and being able to train him just the way I want, before habits are ingrained. I actually feel like I got a deal on Boy Zac. He is a very sexy, well proportioned twink with a firm round ass but, like I said, many masters don’t want a new untrained boy. I stepped up onto the stage after the bidding was over and had the curtains closed. Some men fuck their new slave in front of the crowd. I can understand the thrill. I can be an exhibitionist, too, when the mood strikes, and I’ve done that. Today was a special moment between me and MY boy. Bought and paid for. I own this grade A fucktoy to use anyway I want, and he’s going to get used a lot. Today, I’ll show him who he belongs to. Breed my seed deep in his ass. I don’t suppose Boy Zac is a virgin. That usually gets mentioned in the auction and drives the price up. Getting to fuck a virgin boy is something every Master will pay extra for. Many times those boys are back on the block fairly soon after that thrill wears off. However much sexual experience a boy has had, though, his first time on the block, he hasn’t been fucked by a master. Not a real master. Not a complete stranger that bid on him and bought his ass. Not the first man who owns him. I look more intimidating than I am. I admit, I use it to my advantage, in business, and when I meet my new fucktoy on the auction block. When I step into the spotlight, Boy Zac is almost visibly trembling. I love that! He’s going to be a good one, I can tell. I step up to him and start to stroke his body. I do hope he likes what he sees. I want my subs trembling and intimidated, but not disgusted. I’m proud to say that I usually don’t have to worry about that. I’m a good looking man for a guy pushing 50. These boys know what’s up, though. There aren’t many young guys who can afford to play this game. A boy that doesn’t desire his master will never submit completely. There will always be that small part that recoils. Training a fucktoy means seducing him. Not wooing him like a lover; getting under his skin, getting into his thoughts, becoming a drug that he can’t resist even if he wants to, and finally conquering that last bit of independence that makes him want to. I can see that in him, almost smell it, feel that when I fuck that last bit of resistance out of him. That is days, maybe weeks, away. Today is the first step; making him realize that he is mine. Owned. His holes are mine, his body is mine. His mind is mine, if I can capture it, and I will. The first step is telling him to answer me when I speak to him. Some men want their submissives silent. When I ask him if he wants to be fucked, I want to hear “Yes, Sir!”. When I drive my dick balls deep into him, and tell him that he’s a good boy for taking it, I want to hear “Thank you, Sir!” When I tell him I’m going to breed his hole, I want to hear “Please, Sir!” It doesn’t matter if he means it now. If he says it enough times, he’ll start to mean it. Ever since I saw him on display before the auction started, I’ve been looking forward to eating his ass. I love the taste of ass juice and boy sweat; taking my time, building the anticipation of driving my cock through that tight wrinkled entrance deep into his warm velvet soft guts. I love fucking. I love a snug sheath milking the cum out of my balls. The thing I think I love even more though is that act of debasement; of making him willingly give up his manhood, give me the most intimate part of his body, and become a hole for me to fuck. And this boy is such a good one! contentgroup_8219 https://boyforsale.com/videos/slave-boy-the-boy-lane-vol-2.html The Auction was a success and one of the members, Master Aries, forked over more cash than Lane had ever seen before to claim the lad as his own. It made the game Lane thought they were playing with him way too fucking real! Knowing he had just been purchased, sold like he was nothing more than an object, it started to warp his mind the longer he kept circling back to it. Lane should consider himself lucky though, the suit who purchased him was pretty attractive, so there was that at least. He was tall, dark and handsome and a man of few words, with a dominating tone that provided enough of a threat to make the younger man not want to ask twice. However, Lane’s first act of obedience for Master Aries was to remain in the same show room they had introduced themselves to him in. Not only that, but the man wanted to lock him in a cage until he found time for him again! Being his gay boy slave, Lane didn’t have much of a choice really, he got down on all fours and crawled into the metal barred cage Master Aries presented him with. It was nearly impossible not to hang his head in shame during the process. Lane knew Master Aries wanted him to prove himself but this was just flat out humiliating. The lights went out not long after the cage was secure, the cold steel pressing against Lane’s exposed skin and the darkness the only thing keeping him and his thoughts company. What he didn’t expect was to get turned on by the situation. Having lost all control, being at the whim of his new master. The longer Lane stayed pent up, the more eager he was to break the fuck out of there. It made him practically starving to see his master again, like an addict desperate for another fix, knowing Master Aries would be the one to set the twink free. Creating a yearning for his master that may have never festered without the lock and key. It was that level of anticipation Master Aries had been counting on, wanting his toys to be completely revved up before he showed them off. Now having claimed a boy for himself, the gay man in suit wasted no time taking what now belonged to him. Lane felt his master’s strong frame press up against him, finally able to stand on his feet again as Aries invaded the jockstrap preventing the toy’s hardon from freedom. Granting his toy another sense of release. When the dominant top pulled out his own cock, Lane obediently pulled it to his mouth. Master Aries pressed his fingertip firmly against the tip of his cock and fed his bottom a glob of precum before watching his toy deepthroat the entirety of his big cock. All while Lane’s master forced groans out of him while probing his hole with that same finger. Teasing Lane’s hole with his tongue, Master Aries showed off his new toy for all to see in the showroom. Pulling the lad’s rock hard dick back as the new owner slowly licked from cockhead all the way up to the backdoor. Driving his plaything wild as Master Aries longdicks Lane’s tight hole, sinking balls deep and pulling out enough to penetrate over and over again. The submissive bottom remains rock hard while getting pounded by his new master, unable to deny his own enjoyment. Lane even manages to push Master Aries over the edge at the same time as him. After the twink breeding, Lane returned to the cage, but this time the anticipation was even more feverish as he knew exactly what would be waiting for him. contentgroup_8204 https://boyforsale.com/videos/slave-boy-the-boy-river-vol-3.html The Boy River laying back in his cage looks up to see someone he did not expect, Master Aries. When asked, Boy River acknowledged knowing him, he was the Master that had fucked him during his appraisal. The boy wondered, though, where his owner, Master Snow, was. He felt good with Master Snow. Safe, protected, almost loved, even though he knew that it was his job to service his master however he wanted. Master Aries held up the keys to the cage lock and asked Boy River if he knew what they were for. The gay slave boy admitted he did. Master Aries told him that Master Snow gave him permission to use the boy for his pleasure and that he is to obey him. Boy River nodded and said “yes sir” in submission. He then unlocks the cage allowing Boy River to exit and get on the platform. Boy River knew what his Master Snow expected of him, that he would serve other masters, whoever, whenever, and however and that he was to make his master proud. In doing so, Boy River assumed his servant’s position on the platform, ready to please Master Aries. But Master Aries surprised him by seducing him, deep kissing, rubbing down his hard flat abdomen, massaging his crotch, then sucking on Boy River’s neck. The slave boy moaned. The master licked two fingers and began to massage the slave boy’s hole, making him moan louder. But Master Aries revs up to a dominant role by grabbing, pulling Boy River’s balls out and slapping them. As he does this more, inflicting a little more pain, the slave boy whimpers, yet still perseveres, liking the feeling, aroused. Boy River, deep down, is still missing “his” Master Snow but is doing what is expected and now actually wanting to do more and serve the new master. By a snap of the fingers, Boy River is now instructed to get on his stomach and service Master Aries’ cock. As the young gay slave sucks, the master’s cock fully engorges and the master pushes Boy River’s head all the way down where he is gagging for a moment, then released. Master Aries moans. The slave boy is now enjoying the new master he is servicing. Alas, Master Snow appears and Boy River has some comfort knowing he is finally there, but is starting to feel an attraction growing toward Master Aries. Master Snow thrills Boy River when he gets down and starts to do a deep rimming on his hole. That familiar feeling, desire, lust begins to grow inside him, moaning, enjoying the tickling of Master Snow’s beard in his crack, wanting him. During this, the gay slave boy moans and whimpers, while still continuing to service Master Aries. Master Snow stands up, opens his pants, pulls out his hardening cock, sliding it into his slave boy. It is time to fuck. Boy River begins to moan louder, feeling full with his master’s long hard dick that he has now begun to crave. That familiar feeling, hitting every pleasure point in the journey, in and out of his hole, over and over. Bliss. Switching out, Master Aries gets behind Boy River, he slides in and fucks the slave boy, clearly letting Master Snow know that he likes it. As he keeps going, getting into his own pleasure and the crescendo, he speeds up, pounding Boy River until he announces his orgasm, cumming inside, breeding the slave boy. Cum streams out of Boy River’s hole, but Master Aries pushes it back in with his dick where the cum belongs. Turning Boy River onto his back, spreading open his legs wide, Master Snow re-enters his gay slave boy and resumes fucking him, in long deep strokes. In and out, both man and boy are moaning in pleasure, the lust building until Master Snow has his orgasm, still pounding the slave boy while cumming, in and out. So hot! After returning to his cage Master Snow locks him in, telling Boy River, “Good boy”. This makes the slave boy happy, both that he got to have sex with the two masters, and that he made Master Snow happy. contentgroup_8192 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-prize-the-boy-colton-vol-1.html I was initially purchased by Master Wheeler. He was handsome, respected and admired. Throughout my time with him, I was trained to serve and to fulfill each of his desires. I was used hard. I was used often. It took a while to get used to having my hole eaten with a thick mustache. A prickly tickle, like hundreds of little fingers prying me open, readying me for his use. Every load he shot was deposited deep inside of me, exactly where he wanted his semen to incubate. Feeling his load drip out of me, made me crave another. He found success in his transformation of me into a cum-hungry, cum dump fuck toy. I should have paid attention to how quickly Master Wheeler tired of the possessions in his life. During my two years of service to him, I had packed and unpacked his belongings as we moved into three different homes. Every six months, he would purchase a new sports car and daily he was adding to his wardrobe. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when he told me that he was going to put me back up for auction. When I entered the dimly lit room for a second time, I wasn’t afraid. I knew what to expect. The black leg straps of the jock framed my smooth bubble butt perfectly and the silk pouch felt good against my freshly shaved balls. And unlike last time, the bowtie felt comforting. When I took to my knees on the block, I knew to showcase my assets and present myself to my unseen bidders. When the winning bid was announced and my new master walked into the light, I saw his face fully for the first time. It was Master Ballard! Master Ballard was a strong man whose presence demanded attention, and as his prize, I was excited to offer my body and soul to him. He knelt behind me, and I felt his breath on my ass. The sensation was more intense than it had been with Master Wheeler. The mustache was replaced with a thick beard and the feeling of Master Ballard's facial hair fully covering my ass while his tongue flicked and explored my insides was mind-blowing. I knew if I would have touched my dick right then, I would have shot instantly. I was transfixed on the pulsing of the veins of his chest when he told me he was going to cum. Two pumps later, he started moaning as his dick jerked and bounced inside me. When I felt his cum start to leak from my opening, I was in pure heaven and couldn’t wait to service him again. Once I stepped off the block, Master Scott escorted me directly to a private car. Only wearing the bow tie, jock and Master Ballard’s load still oozing from my tender hole, I was placed in the backseat and driven to the master’s home. The journey was long. When we pulled into the private drive and I stepped out of the car, I had leaked most of the master's spunk onto the leather seat. I quickly licked the moisture up and swallowed the evidence. When I turned, the driver was standing behind me, smiling. “Your previous master trained you well. Master Ballard will be very pleased.” The driver led me inside the large home, towards the back of the house, and left me standing in front of a closed wooden door. I got on my knees, lowered my head and gently knocked twice. “You may enter.” I slowly opened the door and crawled towards Master Ballard, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to do everything I ask of you, aren’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “You’re going to be obedient, aren’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good, boy. Remove my jacket.” I stood and slowly removed the master's jacket from his hard, muscular shoulders and hung it in a closet. I knelt before his waist as he started to undress. When he was down to his black briefs, he laid back on the bed and told me to massage his feet. I began but couldn’t take my eyes from the large bulge growing from master’s crotch. He watched me staring at his manhood. He slowly removed his cock from the strained fabric and stroked himself, teasing me. I was commanded to climb onto the bed and service him. I wrapped my hand around him and guided him into my mouth, getting my first taste of his phallus. I tried to open my mouth as wide as I could, but still had difficulty fitting him in. I started to gag, tears formed in my eyes, and I struggled, pushing him further into my throat. I took his extra-large fur-covered balls in my hand and started worshipping them with my tongue, bathing them with my spit. I taunted him by lightly tugging on the hairs with my lips. He moaned his pleasure. Master told me to sit on his face so he could prepare my hole. I crawled on top of him and felt his bristly beard as he again brushed it up and down my ass. My moans were quickly cut off as I dove back onto his shaft, pushing it deeper into my throat. When I would rub his gland on my tongue, I would taste the pre-cum he was starting to produce. He turned me around and began rubbing his girthy length against my hairless pucker. I moved opposite of him, trying to target his pre-cum soaked head on my hole. Falling prey to lust, craving his raw cock inside of me again, just like he had a few hours ago. Master positioned me on my hands and knees. In one push, he buried himself completely, resting his hairy nuts against the silk pouch of my jock. I lowered my chest to the bed and arched my ass up to allow him to reach the inner depths of his prize as he started to pummel my entrance. I honestly felt like he was rearranging my insides, creating more space for his massive cock. I worked my overstuffed hole back towards him, grinding his pubes against my smooth lips. With every thrust, I slammed back. I tightened my muscles on his manhood, directing his cock to slam into my prostate. I couldn’t catch my breath. Master couldn’t hold back any longer, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!” and lodged himself to the hilt, unleashing the second massive load of the day, basting my walls with his nut. When he pulled his dick out, he sat back and admired the handiwork he had just completed. Once tight and lightly pink in color, his prize’s hole was now flushed red, gaping open and running a stream of his cum down my taint into the pouch of my jock, coating my balls. Master ran his finger around my opening, congratulating himself on a job well done. He stood as he wiped our fuck off of his dick. He threw the used towel at me. “Clean yourself up.” Walking towards the door, he said “once you are clean, crawl into your master’s bedroom, it is the double-doors down the hall. At the foot of the bed, is a black-wired crate, custom made for my new toy. Lock yourself inside of it for the night.” contentgroup_8182 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-auction-the-boy-canyon-vol-1.html I can tell you from firsthand experience, life doesn’t just flash before your eyes when you’re about to meet your maker, it also does so when you are face-to-face with a moment where a single decision will instantly change everything. My mind was blank as I stood beside Master Kamp; seriously, I didn’t even know if I could remember my own name. When I heard the Master snap his fingers, my instincts told me to jump, and I took my place kneeling on the block before me. The intense white light from above warmed me but removed my sight. Feeling a dozen sets of eyes observing the merchandise before them, all I could see were pictures from the last 19 years. The dog my parents got me as a Christmas gift when I was five. My dad coaching my soccer team and our first game. My best friend’s birthday party, where I had my first kiss with a girl. The sleepover after that birthday party, where I kissed my best friend. Becoming the captain of my high school wrestling team and winning a state title. Getting a full scholarship to my first-choice college. Winning my first match wearing a violet singlet for NYU. My last match, where I was slammed so hard to the mat, receiving a concussion so severe that it ended my wrestling career, causing me to lose my scholarship and forcing me to leave school. Which leads me here, to this moment. Like some out of body experience, and I am a member in the crowd looking at the young athletic man, on his knees, wearing only a black silk jockstrap, a matching bow tie and across his face and chest, the dried remnants of the cum load that had been worked out of him with a glass toy merely minutes ago. I was forced back to the present when I heard “I’ll start the bidding.” Once again, my instincts told me to stop focusing on the past and allow the unknown future to present itself. I turn my gaze into the darkness, as my new reality started to take shape. I no longer see myself as the wrestling jock with the entire world at my fingertips. Instead, I tighten my core to highlight my muscles and present myself as a young man who proudly accepts his fate as the purchased prize for a Master’s sexual pleasure. I have signed a contract allowing my new Master to make any and all decisions about my livelihood. Where I live. Where I sleep. What I eat. What I wear. How I am used. Who uses me. Somehow, fear of the unknown left my body and has been replaced with the excitement of what could be. Will be. Master Kamp stood behind me and slowly ran his hands over my body. My unseen bidders watch as he lifts my arm behind my head and trace his fingers down the length of it, tickling my armpit while he explores my hair, and targets my nipple, teasing and squeezing it and making me moan. I feel his satin tie, brushing against my bare ass as I lean backwards, against his chest. He works his manly hand past the waistband of my jockstrap and starts stroking my dick. I feel his calloused hand wrap completely around my cock and balls, rubbing them against the silken pouch, causing a small drop of precum to appear from the tip. He takes hold of both of my nipples and starts pinching them to make them even harder than they were. I feel Master Kamp’s erection straining in his trousers while he inflicts more strength in the torture of my chest and begins to rub warm oil over my skin and stroking my hard cock hiding in my jock. “SNAP” My natural instincts kick into overdrive, as I spin around, laying my head and chest down on the block and arch my back, lifting my ass into the air, presenting my opening to the bidders. On full display, the black leg straps of the jockstrap accentuate my pale bare ass and the tan peach fuzz covered pucker Master Kamp had earlier examined and explored with his glass plug. Applying more oil to my skin, his thick, rough fingers probe my hole, introducing it to my spectators, spreading it wider allowing them to see the meaty pink flesh inside. He pulls my hard cock from my pouch, aiming it behind me and began stroking it towards the crowd, while continuing to work an additional finger deeper into me. I give into the moment, forgetting all the eyes on me, and allow my body to enjoy his touch and moan even louder than before. I even start to feel that familiar tingle in my balls that I am only a few strokes away from shooting a load. “SNAP” Disappointment takes over as I realize Master Kamp is no longer touching me and I reposition myself back on my knees. “The auction is now closed. We have a winner. Will the winner please step forward.” This was it. I no longer have control over my own body. I have a Master that I am about to meet for the first time. My fate is in his hands. But somehow, my concern isn’t about what will happen to me next, I am more worried about how I can satisfy my Master and make him proud of his purchase. From the darkness, the shadow of a man begins to take shape. I look up at him as Master Kamp slides a gold band onto his finger. My Master was a tall, bearded man, with raven hair and even darker eyes. He was the type of man that I would have drooled over as I approached him on the sidewalk and then would have felt heartbroken that he didn’t even make eye contact with me as we passed one another. Has luck finally decided to be kind to me? This handsome man is my Master? His hands are cold as he places one on my neck and another on my chin, lifting my lips to meet his. I part my mouth, and he forces his tongue in, the tip circling around my tongue. I wanted to purr, but my muffled moan filled his mouth instead. I turn around and present my backside to him. I feel the heat of his breath against my skin and then his mustache connecting to my ass crack. His tongue tracing circles inside my hole, using the same pattern he had just performed in my mouth. His large hands spread my cheeks wider as he drives his tongue deeper into my chute. I feel myself tightening my hairy pucker on his tongue trying to pull him further inside me. I feel his moans vibrate inside my body, sending his approval via a form of sexual morse code, from my asshole to my brain. With my hole, now tender and moist, he works one and then two long fingers into me, sending shivers all over my body. Master Aries repositions me to watch him undress. As he unzips his pants, his scent hits me like a brick. His musk makes me salivate and I force my face into his crotch and try to devour his growing dick and heavy balls while they are still hidden behind the white cotton fabric of his briefs. I focus my attention on the head of his cock. There, wet spots were forming on the material and I had to taste my Master’s pre-cum soaking from his piss slit. When he lowered his briefs and presented his cock to me for the first time, I knew I could happily live the rest of my life with him buried inside any part of me. Running my tongue along his veiny member, I realized how much I loved the taste of his cock. I close my eyes and start memorizing the sensitive areas of his shaft with my tongue. He pulls out of my mouth and walks behind me. My body fills with excitement knowing I am about to feel Master Aries fuck me raw and fill me with his nut for first time. He rubs his meaty head against my pucker, teasing me before taking aim. I feel the pressure as he starts to push, but I am greedy and don't want to wait. I had to have him, all of him in me now. I force my hole to open as wide as I could, and he slides further inside of his purchase. I knew he had bottomed out once I felt the hair at the base of his cock brush the lips of my hole. I worked myself up and down his shaft as he removed his shirt. He grabs my waist and starts slam-fucking my - no, his hole. I could not control the sounds escaping my mouth or the smile that spread across my face. I lift my ass into the air as he stands above me and continues his attack on my insides, creating a perfectly curated play area for his girthy manhood. Master Aries smacks my ass, flips me onto my back while lifting my legs high into the air and slides back into the warmth of my hole. I take hold of my ankles and lift them higher and spread them wider to give him greater access. I am completely lost in a trance, the rhythm of our fuck. The heat of his cock hammering at my prostate, the power of his hard, muscular hips slamming against my ass, I look up at my Master, becoming drunk off the pure sexuality dripping from him. I pull my dick from the pouch of my jockstrap and start jerking myself, matching our strokes. I ask Master Aries permission to cum. Thrusting harder and faster, as he nears orgasm, Master Aries says, “Yes, you can.” I immediately shoot my load, covering my hand, jockstrap and stomach in my stickiness. Looking down at me, he announces, “this is it boy, I am going to give it to you!” and I feel his already huge cock swell even larger as he starts filling me with the first of thousands of loads I will collect and carry inside of me. He pulls out and watches his cum as it leaks from my hole but quickly pushes it back in with his entire cock, making sure it stays where it belongs, inside of me. While Master catches his breath, he runs his fingers through the load on my stomach and brings them to his mouth, tasting my cream and smiles at me. As Master Aries stands and leaves the room, he hands me a small hand towel, “Clean yourself. I will see you later.” And then he was gone. “Later?” I ask myself, “Is he not taking me with him? I belong to him! Why is he leaving me?” Then, I answer myself, “You are such a fool. Remember, he makes the decisions now. There is no need to think – just serve your Master.” I clear my head of worry and begin wiping away the evidence of our fuck, preparing his prize for our next encounter. contentgroup_8171 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-auction-the-boy-james-vol-1.html The Boy James was beginning to believe that jumping into that mysterious car had been the answer to his prayers. A miracle amidst all the chaos he was enduring at the time. With his roommate costing him his housing and eventually his job, to have something to focus his energy on rather than scrapping the streets for his next nourishment and the cold of winter breathing chills down James’ back, it seemed like a no brainer. Although, James really had no idea what he was signing himself up for. He was in a tough spot and sometimes you gotta make split decisions before the window of opportunity closes. Being the more handsome lad on his block however, James was used to receiving a bit more attention. Little did he know this would work to his advantage in terms of catching the recruiter’s eye, thus giving him a way out of his situation. It didn’t take very long for the twink to piece together what his purpose was amongst his new accommodations. It made it much easier for him to move forward knowing what was expected of him in his role. James was already a submissive bottom, but being in the presence of the men from The Collective seemed to only emphasize what came naturally to him. Or rather, they seemed to bring that out in him during their close encounters. Just days ago, James was groomed by Master Kamp under the slow but steady heat coming from the spotlight being shone on them. The big burly man commanded the younger lad's attention and had an air of dominance that made James comply with his instructions without much questioning. Turns out taking orders was something he was relatively good at and even managed to enjoy parts of the ordeal. However, the younger man got the feeling this was just the preliminary step before he really got thrown to the wolves. If James understood correctly about his arrangement, the next step would mean that he would be auctioned off to the highest bidder to become his gay twink slave. With the amount of money these men were willing to fork over to have their own play thing, it surely meant that the living accommodations would be on par with what they were bidding for these lads. It wasn’t about the money for James though, he was just hopeful to have somewhere warm to sleep that wasn’t the cold hard pavement. James knew he was good looking though, which made him rather curious as to how high he might be able to get the bidding at if he really wanted to show off. He mentally prepared himself for what he knew would be another round in that room with the big spotlight, maybe even Master Kamp would be there ready to dominate him again. Bending the boy over and getting his tight backdoor ready for whomever is announced the winner. The bidding got higher than the bottom could even imagine as Master Scott walked into the spotlight to claim his prize. He replaced Master Kamp’s tongue while rimming the hot young hole, introducing himself to his new playmate through such an intimate touch. It caught James off guard how much he found himself–once again–naturally submitting to men like Master Scott, arching his back to give him full access. The gay master fucks submissive James, taking the hint and lining up his throbbing erection to penetrate the gaping backdoor so well that it sends the twink’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull. James was in bliss as the thick master’s cock filled up his empty hole. He was able to enjoy himself during this session too, staying hard while being used for the first time by his new owner. Maybe it wasn’t just a roof over his head he would be granted after all, maybe when it came to helping Master Scott scratch that itch, James could scratch his at the same time. contentgroup_8160 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-auction-the-boy-lane-vol-1.html When the man approached me that Saturday night at the leather bar, bought me a beer, and started telling me about this exclusive secret club where wealthy men buy and sell boys as sextoys, I didn’t believe it. Right? I’m thinking, “Okay, this is all some fantasy mind game, but he’s not bad looking. Not at all. Sure, I’ll play along.” I showed up at the place and time expecting your usual play party with an “Auction” to kick the evening off. It was way more involved than that. These guys were really into their role play. It was pretty hot, and I was impressed. I was already waist deep in this whole thing before I realized that these guys were fucking serious! This whole Collective thing, with billionaire businessmen buying hot young twinks to use for fucktoys was the god’s honest real deal! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shook. To the core, man! To. The. Core. Still, what did I have to lose? My pathetic apartment that I was sharing with a methhead roommate? My dead end job working my ass off for a dickhead boss and making jack shit? Ooh, I’ve got to think hard about letting that go, right?! Like I said, I was waist deep with no reason not to just dive in head first. What the hell? Living in some rich dude’s penthouse getting my ass plowed on the regular. Life could be a lot worse than that. I know all too well! So I just went for it. There were orientations and training sessions. Interviews where they actually tried to talk me out of doing it. When I make a choice, though, I stick with it. To be honest, it all still seemed like a big game. Even signing the obviously real legal paperwork to sign myself into bondage just seemed like an elaborate dream. Then I was stripped down and placed kneeling on the auction block. The light was in my eyes. I couldn’t tell how many men, much less who, were out there in the dark placing bids. I didn’t even know what the bids were, just that my price was climbing. I know it sounds crazy after everything that I had already been through, but the whole thing hit me like a load of bricks, as they say, when the auctioneer turned me around on my knees and then pushed my shoulders down. There I was, ass up, cheeks spread, my hole on display for a room full of unknown men. The auctioneer stroking his finger over it, sending goose bumps all over my body. That whole roomful of men trying to imagine what my hole felt like, wanting to be the auctioneer. Half of them hoping he would shove a couple of fingers into me and make me moan while they watched him finger fuck me. Others, hard and dripping in their pants, imagining what their dick would feel like forcing its way into my guts. Yeah, it got real. Way too real, way too fast, way too late to back out now. Before I knew it the auction was over. Some guy won me, paid a shitload of money to own me. My hole was his now to do anything he wanted, short of actual injury. I couldn’t even see him. I was still face down on the block and I knew better than to raise my head up. Then I felt his hands on my ass. At least I knew who the auctioneer was. This time I had no idea, but this man handled me like he knew he owned me. He stroked my body with the careless confidence of someone who didn’t have to ask permission, or fear rejection. I could almost feel his lust. His sense of expectation as he looked down at my hole framed by my spread cheeks, my back arched to present myself, my broad shoulders pressed against the rough carpet, my face averted. Owned. The word echoed in my brain like the deep clang of a steeple bell. I was owned. He lifted me up kissing my kneck and shoulders with almost worshipful hunger. I had imagined being used. Ive been fucked a hundred times, maybe, taken loads from dozens of guys. I’m a good looking guy. I’ve certainly been lusted after, even stalked a couple of times. I’ve never felt like that, had someone touch me like that. Like I was some work of art, or something. It was like he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have me in his arms. Then he turned my head to kiss me and I finally saw my new master and realized that I was the lucky one. He was good looking. Looks aren’t everything but they mean a lot when you know you are going to get fucked any time, any place, by any man that this guy chooses. But, if looks aren’t everything, his eyes were kind and his kisses were gentle. Confident, entitled, certainly not to be denied, but not hard or cruel. He pressed me back down again and started to eat my hole. I thought he would never stop and I didn’t want him to. The place where his tongue met my ass was the only point of my existence. The firm insistent flicking tip of his tongue had my hole on fire. I want to just scream, “Fuck Me!” but I knew I couldn't. A man can only resist so long before his cock demands its due, though, and his did. He thrust it into me slowly, savoring every fraction of an inch as my tight hole stretched open for him and my guts quivered around his hard rod. It was almost like he wanted to remember this moment forever. Then he started to fuck me, and I’ve never been fucked so deeply in my life. Not because his cock is the longest, or the fattest that I’ve ever taken. It isn't. But nobody has ever fucked me with that intensity. With that level of absolute focus. With such deep pleasure and satisfaction. He didn’t just fuck me as deeply as his cock would reach into my body and dump his load. He fucked my mind as well, transforming me from an adventurous twink willing to sell his ass, into a prescious object of exquisite pleasure. I was a new boy. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. But maybe that’s what it means to be sold to the highest bidder for four hundred eighty thousand dollars. contentgroup_8151 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-prize-the-boy-river-vol-3.html I’ve been owned by several masters over the past few years. Master Steele kept me longer than most. He liked my small size and tight hole. He would usually just lay me on a bed and use me. He was dominant but not very sadistic. I’ve seen Master Snow at some of the parties that Master Knox took me to. As much as he liked fucking me, he also liked sharing me. I think he liked showing other men just what a good fuck his boy was, and I tried to make him proud. Because I had been off the market for a while, I had to be appraised. Master Snow was there. I sucked his cock but Master Aries fucked me. He takes boys hard and fast. No matter how many times you go up on the block, it’s stressful, not having any idea who is bidding, much less winning. Then it’s over and a man steps into the spotlight. Master Snow closed the curtains before he fucked me. Later on he said it was because he knew it would be hard for me to take his cock. That’s why he made me sit on it, my hole stretching painfully as my weight pulled me down. He also knew that, trying to please him, I would force it in faster than he would dare with him on top. I gasped and moaned. I almost screamed. It’s so big! He said that was exactly why he wanted me. It turns him on to know that I will suffer for his pleasure. I certainly did. But he says he hopes I never get loose enough to take him without the pain. I hope I can get used to it but I will make myself as tight as I can and pretend that it hurts to make him happy. I do want to make him happy. Not just because he’s my master but because he’s really a nice man. He’s much more affectionate than Master Steele was. Master Snow wants me there all of the time, curled up at his feet. He treats me like a pet dog when he’s not fucking me. He doesn’t make me crawl around and bark or anything, but he often reaches down and strokes my head. If I look up, he’s smiling at me. Then he gets horny and turns into a beast. It turns him on to hurt me with his cock. When he’s not making me ride it, he spreads my legs so wide I feel like he’s tearing me into two as he stares down at his cock diving into my hole making me moan and squeal. As much as it hurts, I love it though. I swear, I’d do anything for him. He doesn’t make me beg for his cum like some masters. He doesn’t care if I want it. He just pumps it in to me, because I’m his fuck toy. He owns me. And he knows it. contentgroup_8140 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-grooming-the-boy-zac-vol-1.html For young Zac, eighteen and a half, a month from being out on the street, with no prospects and little idea of what he wanted from life other than survival and modest comfort, it was literally almost like a dream. For a few moments when he woke up he thought it was a dream. It seemed so real, but so impossible. He pulled himself out of bed, trying to wake up after a late night on the streets hustling, or trying to. He had a day job to get to, and couldn’t be late. Zac glanced down at the dresser as he stood in front of the mirror running his fingers through his tousled hair. There it was, the heavy engraved card with the crossed keys in gold gilt. The words of the imposing man who had given it to him echoed in his mind, “If you want a new life, and you are willing to do what you are told, come to this address. Tell no one, and don’t be late.” Zac had remembered his friend's story and his hand had shaken as he took the card. Boys on the street spoke of a mysterious expensive black car whose chauffeur driven passenger occasionally chose boys who disappeared. If you want a new life… “A new life,” Zac thought. Let’s start with any life. A week later Zac had been there. Standing in front of the mysterious steel door in the side of an anonymous building in a questionable part of town. The door had opened and his journey had begun. Each step had revealed a little more of the secret. Chosen boys were promised a life of comfort, even luxury, if they agreed to join the stable of young men owned by an auction house where boys were bought and sold as sex toys by an exclusive group of fabulously wealthy men who called themselves The Collective. Zac was sold, as it were. He had always been meek, perhaps more than he should have been. Well behaved, his strict father would stand for nothing less. He had no strings or attachments, even his friendships were casual. Far better to be bought and sold by billionaires than rented for the night by random strangers. Now, in what he was told was the last step before his first auction, Zac was here in a black room with a padded platform under a spotlight and the stern intimidating man who had handed him the card a month ago, who he now knew as Master Ballard. He was asked the questions that had almost become a ritual, since he first stepped through the door weeks ago, “Name? Age? Will you do all that is asked of you? Will you submit to your Masters?” Once again, Zac answered, "Yes.” This time the man said, “Take off your clothes.” Zac stood there frozen. This was it. Somehow, Zac knew without being told, though he assumed not today, this was the auction block where he would be sold. The man asked again, and Zac obeyed. With a gesture from Master Ballard the boy crawled onto the block and presented himself, naked, for the man to use. contentgroup_8131 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-appraisal-the-boy-lane-vol-1.html Master Kamp took a lot of pride in the work that he did for the Collective, receiving high praise from many of the potential buyers he offered his finished product to. Those products of course being the smooth, young twinks that all the men at this exclusive club paid top dollar for. But despite running a tight ship, there were processes that must be followed in order to maintain such an in demand service such as this. It was a fairly demanding job, always having to hunt for new talent and ensuring they perform up to the standard that is set from their first grooming session. Luckily, for the master in charge of handling their training, most of the young gay slaves that find their way into joining the Collective are actually quite enthusiastic about doing so. The Boy Lane was exactly one of those candidates. His natural curiosity to explore the kinkier, more submissive side of himself was what propelled the tattooed twink to agree to become one of the many young gay men who were excited to take on the role. Boys like Lane understand that they are under the ownership of whomever is willing to pay the right price, so when it came time to go back up on the block he was excited for the opportunity to play with more big spenders. With his own excitement overshadowed by nerves, Lane forgot how thrilling it was to have grown men fight for his body with their money. But before that could happen, he must receive an appraisal overseen by Master Kamp. To be back in the dark room under the spotlight had the gay twink slave’s mind rushing back with memories of his previous encounters. Flooding his mind like a haze, giving him a faint sense of deja vu, only this time there were two older gay men in suits who followed him and Master Kamp inside the auction room. Master Aries and Master Snow got right down to business with Master Kamp eagerly running his hands along Lane’s nearly naked body except for a black bowtie and jockstrap that was customary for slaves to wear. The burly man’s big hands against the boy’s smaller frame made Lane look even more pint sized than he was. The boy’s trainer encouraged Master Snow to have the camera snapping photos, while Master Aries began to take the bottom’s measurements with his tape measure at the ready. To have so many sexy older men compete for his attention was a rush for the young slave. Barely able to remember whose hands were where on his body, Lane’s heart was racing and he felt his heartbeat in the pulse of his cock. The boy wasn’t the only one to take notice either as Master Snow was quick to pull the jockstrap out of the way so he could wrap his lips around the large throbbing erection. Master Aries stepped in to take an accurate measurement of the Boy Lane’s fully erect penis. But once that was out of the way, the hairy top found his fingers exploring more than just the bottom’s skin but also the warmth inside of his hole. All while his accomplice Master Snow continued to feast on Lane’s hard prick. All was going according to plan as older men fucking younger men is always on the menu when at the Collective. After giving the slave’s hole a good tongue lashing, Master Snow lined up his thick uncut daddy dick and used his girthy member to stretch Lane’s tight ass wide open. Which left plenty of room for Master Aries to guide his own erection into the boy’s mouth as they spit roasted the cock hungry bottom. Master Kamp didn't miss a beat when it was time to change positions and held up the slave’s legs high into the air to grant Master Aries full access to Lane’s freshly fucked backdoor. Master Aries’ powerful thrusts push the boy to precum as his ass was completely used. To think if Lane hadn’t become eligible to be back on the block again, he might have missed out on all of the pleasure he experienced during this encounter. Who knows what the next master will want to see from him? contentgroup_8119 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-auction-the-boy-colton-chapter-4.html Master Wheeler and I are friends. I had actually met Colton a few times. I say “met,” I had been introduced. He was Master Wheeler’s boy so he stood one step behind his master with his eyes downcast and didn’t speak. I had a good look at him though, over Jonah’s shoulder. I liked what I saw. He’s not classically handsome but he has cute features; a sweet smile that he tried to hide when he overheard something funny that he thought he wasn’t supposed to laugh at. He’s a bit tall, but slim and well proportioned, fit without being too well defined. I liked what I saw. When Jonah confided in me that he was ready to sell Colton, my interest was piqued. He is Colton’s first master. Jonah doesn’t hold on to his slaves long, though. He’s a good master but he gets bored quickly. He buys cute boys because he likes that scared puppy-dog look in their eyes but then they don’t offer him any challenge. I keep telling him that he’s into rough trade and he needs to own up to it. He needs a brat. I needed Colton. Jonah has him well trained, broken in. He’s stuck it out and doesn’t seem likely to flee into the night, figuratively, or literally. It’s rare but it happens. I want a boy that knows how to serve but still has some vulnerability left. Boys who have been through several masters start to get jaded, their emotions are guarded, they know not to care. Their service may be impeccable but they are very aware of it, and proud of it, and if you want something different they will give it to you but slightly resent it. Colton is a boy that I can still mold to my own desires. I’m also not unaware that I have a gruff exterior. I don’t exactly cultivate it, but I don’t go out of my way to soften it. Honestly, I can be a bit of a teddy bear when I’m in a good mood but it doesn’t show unless I want it to. A boy like Colton who’s only been with a master like Jonah with his naughty fratboy grin is likely to find me somewhat intimidating. I like that. Jonah wanted me to buy Colton. He knew that I would give him a “good home,” not that any master in the Collective would be bad. Honestly, I think Jonah wanted to keep Colton around. In a few months he would probably be dropping not so subtle hints about bringing him around, just so we could have drinks, and of course we need the boys to serve us, and maybe if things end up getting freaky later in the evening we might end up swapping boys. Yeah, like that. Whatever. Jonah is Jonah and I love him. The fact was, I needed a boy and Colton did pretty much tick my boxes, and made my balls tingle. I hadn’t ever gotten the chance to try him out, but Jonah assured me that his throat was deep and his ass was tight and I wouldn’t be disappointed. Of course, I won the auction. I’m a Taurus. When I decide to charge, I charge. If I want something I always get it, one way or another. There is absolutely nothing like that moment when you step into the spotlight to claim a boy. That moment when your eyes meet and he knows that you are his new master. In the days that follow you will get to know each other and, even if the power dynamic between you doesn’t shift, the relationship becomes more complex. In that moment, though, you are simply owner and property. He, the lithe sexy body that you have the pleasure and privilege of fucking and breeding, and you, the man who will soon fuck him. Colton was there on his knees, his skin glistening with oil in the spotlight, his ass presented to me, his sweet hole clearly visible between his spread cheeks. There are men who think a master should fuck his boy the first time without any warm up to show him who is in charge. I think Cuban Cigars, vintage port, and boys' asses are things that are meant to be savored and every man should learn to enjoy them. I had intention of fucking Colton before I had tasted him. He would feel the force of my cock opening him up soon enough. This moment was about me, and my pleasure. Colton was everything I hoped he would be but a man's cock is an unruly beast and mine was aching to feel the inside of this boy’s hole. As I spread him open, I could tell by how he groaned, he meant it when he said the words every master wants to hear from a new slave… “You’re so big, Sir!” He’ll get used to it. contentgroup_8110 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-appraisal-the-boy-noah-chapter-7.html The Boy Noah has always been one of the hottest commodities amongst the Collective, having a naturally submissive disposition making him highly sought after by our Buyers. Once a boy has been an active member for some time, it is necessary to re-examine their body and gauge how they have improved on the skills they have been developing when sent out to give the men who have purchased them a full return on their investment. Master Kamp had been doing an excellent job getting the boys ready for what was to come further down the line, we at the Collective tend to slowly integrate more and more men into the session to build up their tolerance for dicks of all shapes and sizes, no matter how many are requesting the use of a tight younger hole. The master remained fully clothed when performing Noah’s thorough physical examination, with the boy in the standard uniform of black bowtie and black jockstrap. The tall bear’s massive hands and hairy arms rubbed up against the smaller boy’s smooth frame, sending goosebumps along Noah’s skin as he felt the warmth of the touch move all over his back and backdoor. But in order to get a proper gay slave appraisal Master Kamp required the assistance of two other men from the Collective, men with a specialized focus, such as Master Scott and Master Aries. Master Scott was a businessman who knew exactly what his clients wanted and expected from him and he carried this trait with him when he joined the Collective, he was the perfect candidate to measure a boy’s growth. Master Aries on the other hand was a younger entrepreneur with an understanding of the newer demographic and what would draw in new members and seal the deal. The two suited masters entered the auction stage and immediately got down to business. They measured every part of the boy’s body they could wrap their measuring tape around. Even accounting for just how high off the ground Noah’s hole might be, so as to find the perfect height requirement for one’s cock. Master Scott seemed quite taken with Noah as he moved the measuring tape around the young slave’s body while Master Aries was quick to take note of their findings on his clipboard. Noah, having gotten hard from the sensation of having Master Kamp’s large hands on him, remained so, having not just one master admiring him, but now three! It was what drew the boy into this kind of scene to begin with and it was nice to have older men appreciate what he had to offer them. It made his cock throb every time one of them took their turn copping a feel of his erection tenting his jockstrap. It’s when Master Scott is finishing the measurements of Noah’s ass that things heat up during his appraisal. The older man with a greying moustache couldn’t resist the urge to stick his tongue into the twink’s pucker. The younger Master Aries swiftly picked up on the cues of his fellow member and joined in on the oral play and got a taste for himself of Noah’s hungry hole. The duo worked in tandem to measure how much progress the boy had made, with a spit-roast being one of their most effective methods. Taking turns filling the boy from both ends as each master fucks submissive twink Noah. Master Scott used his thick cock to stretch the boy’s hole out first. He even gave the young slave a facial as he watched Aries pound away at the bottom with his big dick. These were two masters who knew exactly what to look for within the boys that they were taking in and Noah once again proved to them why he had such an outstanding reputation among other dominant tops eager to fork over top dollar to have the boy bend over for them as well. contentgroup_8099 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-prize-the-boy-lane-chapter-3.html My first trip to a leather bar was an eye opening experience. The men there were nothing like I had ever seen. Nothing like the young guys I had been hanging out with. Most of them thought the idea of doing anything with a man over 30 was disgusting. I guess I kind of did, too. The truth was, though, that I didn’t really know any gay men over 30, at least not the strong, confident, sexually powerful men that I saw there at the bar. It turned me on. Really, really turned me on. After my first experience with one of those men, being taken in hand, controlled and used as his sex toy, I wanted more. I wanted to be one of the boys, led through the bar on a leash like a thoroughbred horse, admired, lusted after, owned, treasured, both a precious possession, and a mere object of pleasure. Unfortunately, the further I got into that world, the more I learned that a lot of it was fake, just role play, just a false front that men put on in order to play the game at the bar on Saturday night. Don’t get me wrong, there were serious dominant masters, and there were real slaves, owned, and submissive. They weren’t in the majority, though, and they kept to themselves. Just when I was thinking I would never become one of them, even questioning whether they thought I was worthy, I got my “big break,” as actors say. I was hanging out one night when I saw a man that I didn’t remember seeing before. Even among the other masters he seemed somehow more dark, more intense. I wondered if I should trust him, if he was safe. I thought I should probably ignore him and focus on the well-known men who were in the community, but I couldn’t help myself. Every time I glanced over at him, he was staring at me, with eyes like lasers. And every time my cock got harder. Finally he strolled across the bar; slowly, confidently, with absolute self assurance, as if he were the master of the world itself. He introduced himself, and revealed himself to be warm and friendly, but even then, even as he slowly earned my trust, he maintained that reserved part of himself. I was very aware that I was being manipulated, toyed with, judged, seduced. I knew exactly what was happening and I knew that he wanted me to know. He wanted me to let it happen, to willingly give in to him. On the outside I tried to remain cool and confident, while being respectful and hoping I was communicating my willingness to be submissive, but not desperate, certainly not naive or gullible. Inside I was trembling with desire, and a little bit of fear. I knew that I was on the edge of something. Something that I increasingly felt comfortable and even excited by, but something that might change me forever. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. My leather jock was damp and sticky with pre-cum and my balls ached. I didn’t want to seem too forward, but I hinted at the fact that I was willing to go home with him. He grinned, “Yeah, boy, you want me. You’ve wanted me since you first laid eyes on me. Your little boy prick hurts with desire. Your asshole is itching for a fuck.” He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a card. A lot of leathermen carry cards, but my heart sank a little bit. If he was giving me his card, it meant he wanted to see me again, but it also meant he wouldn't take me home that night. Dammit! I wanted… I needed… to feel his hands encased in tight, soft, leather gloves stroking my skin. To feel his hard dick rape my ass. He looked deep into my eyes with that burning steel hard gaze that made my knees weak, my breath catch, and my soul tremble. “I think you have what it takes to be a real slave. A fucktoy. A boy owned by a man; a real man who knows how to handle a boy like you. The question is, do you think you have what it takes? Do you want it? Want it bad enough to give up everything to have it?” He put the card in my hands. I could feel the weight of it. Like him, it was not cheap or ordinary, it felt special. Important. When I looked down at it, I was disappointed to realize that his name was not on it. There was just an address. Then I realized that he had never actually told me what his name was. Before I could say anything, he said, “You already know what your answer is. I know what your answer is. But think about it, because you think you are supposed to think about it, and be there in two weeks. On time.” That was me, like Alice, looking down the rabbit hole. He was right, I would jump. I would fall. I was standing outside that door five minutes early looking at my watch waiting to ring the bell at the exact moment. It was the first step in a surreal journey that led to me kneeling on an auction block, blinded by a spotlight while wealthy, powerful men bid on the right to own my body. I was terrified and exhilarated. I wondered what in the holy fuck I had gotten myself into, at the same time knowing that I wanted it even more than I could imagine wanting anything. The bell chimed. The auction ended. My fate was sealed. Then a man stepped into the spotlight. The presenter turned to him, handed him a gold band with my name engraved inside of it, and said, “He’s yours.” My heart leapt! He was a complete stranger, I knew nothing about him. He was handsome, though. Not just handsome, a total stud! Just as important, he had the same mesmerizing, irresistible aura of power and confidence that I had seen in the man at the bar and I wanted him more than anything in my life. Everything else passed in a blur. He undressed and fucked me, my mouth and my ass, there on the block while the crowd watched, and I didn’t care. He was my world. Then he took me home. He showed me around, took me to my room, told me to shower and to come to him in his room, on my knees. I did as I was told. This time he actually kissed me, but not as a lover. He tasted me, enjoyed me like sips of vintage bourbon, or puffs off of an expensive cigar. He made me undress him. He made me suck him. He ate my ass like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Then he made me straddle his muscular powerful torso and impale myself on his impossibly fat cock. I could help but cry out in pain as he stretched me open, but my cock stayed hard with the ecstasy of giving myself to him. When he rolled me onto my back and mounted me to fuck me, I new that when he plowed his seed deep into my guts, my fate would be sealed but my life would be complete. contentgroup_8088 https://boyforsale.com/videos/the-auction-the-boy-river-chapter-9.html I had heard about Boy River, but he had been off of the market for several years. Finally, he was up for sale again and I got to meet him at his appraisal. He was everything I had heard and perhaps more. He sucked my cock like a puppy with its favorite bone. I would have loved to fuck him, but Master Aries cleverly maneuvered himself into that priviledge. Everything about him is perfect. I knew I had to have him. Appraisers shouldn’t bid on slaves but I pulled some strings and got permission. I’m a good businessman and a good poker player. You don’t succeed at either one without knowing how to bluff. When there was a bit of pushback, I put on puppy dog eyes and suggested that things were tight and I couldn’t bid all that much anyway. Since everyone knew that bidding would be stiff and he would bring a high price, my tossing in a few bids seemed like a harmless gesture. The truth was, while I wouldn’t bankrupt myself for a mere boy, my available funds are more than generous and I was willing to pay a lot to feel my cock sliding into his tight hole. In the end I paid a lot, but not as much as I was willing to, and Boy Marcus is worth every penny. Auctions at the Collective are deliciously painful. The process always ends with a boy being sold to a lucky bidder, but there is no race for the closing bell. Members show up for auctions who have no intention of placing a bid. They are simply there to enjoy a glass or two of top shelf whiskey, smoke an expensive cigar and enjoy the show. The auctions are as much a live sex show as a boy sale. The auctioneers have free range with the boys they are selling, with the exception of virgins whose asses are reserved for the men who pay an extra premium for that privilege. If the auctioneer chooses, he can fuck the boy during the sale. Likewise, it’s customary for the new buyer to fuck his new property on the block before he accepts delivery, as it were. He can do that with the curtains open, or closed. There are many men who consider it a thrill to show off their big dicks and their skill at using a slave. I won the bidding. I had no intention whatsoever of losing. I closed the curtain though. It’s not that I had any reason to. My dick is larger than only a few men in the Collective, my body is enviable, and I’m not modest. The thing is that some things are best left to the imagination. I was fairly certain that Marcus would be squealing the first time he took my cock. Boys almost always do. I was going to make certain he did. So, do I show the Collective how I fuck a boy? Or close the curtains and only let them hear him cry out and wonder what I’m doing to him. Yeah! I got Marcus on his knees and fucked his mouth. There was no way he was going to take me down his throat. For a boy as small as he is, it would probably be physically impossible, no matter how eager he was, or how much practice I gave him. Asses are a different matter, though. They stretch far wider than even the size of my cock. That doesn’t mean they stretch easily and I was hoping Marcus wouldn’t. When the time came, I laid back on the block and made him impale himself on my fat dick. Especially the first time, it’s not enough for a boy to spread his legs and let me take him. I know that without any warm up, he’s going to feel like he’s losing his cherry all over again. I want him to give me that; to impale himself on my cock, whimpering, moaning, squealing. The louder the better, and he’s doing it to himself. Stretching his own hole open until he feels like he’s being split in two. For me. His Master. Because I said so. Of course, as soon as he is riding me without too much effort, it’s time for me to take over and fuck him. I paid a lot for this boy and I got my money’s worth. The next auction could wait. I fucked him long and slow, until gliding my cock through his tight hole and deep into his slim, smooth, pretty body was more than I could take. It was time to fuck my seed into this boy and make him mine. contentgroup_8078