Buyer's Group : Chapter 7
Milking the Slaves
Ejaculation means something different to each master. For some, it is the right of the powerful, a sign of authority and dominance to be the one to receive pleasure. For others, it is more about control, a reward for their boys for giving good service. And for others still, it is about the marking and claiming of property, an act of consummation of ownership and contract.
As such, not ...
As such, not every boy is allowed to cum with any regularity. Given the ways they are used, they’re often brought to a state of arousal without release. This can be fine for a time, but at some point, the pressure in their loins becomes troublesome. The slaves are told to endure it, of course, but after a while, it affects their performance, and that cannot be abided.
Given that, the slaves are systematically milked to ensure they are still capable of doing what they’re expected to do.
I was particularly excited for the opportunity to milk Cole. The handsome young man is built beautifully, tall and long but not too lean. His musculature is practically a work of art, and his face is nothing short of angelic. Having the opportunity to work him over is always a joy. But today, knowing that I can focus just on his larger, beautiful cock… well, that’s a gift in and of itself.
As I removed him from the milking wall, seeing him trussed up aside other slaves desperate to be relieved of their aching testicles, I took my time to appreciate Cole’s body. He glistened with perspiration, clearly worked up from being edged for hours. I knew I could solve his problem in moments, but I wasn’t ready to let my satisfaction end so quickly.
With him off the wall and on the auction block, I was able to take in the sight of his perfect ass, seeing it spread as he got on all fours and presented it to me. I couldn’t resist. I had to go in for a taste. And just as I thought, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
My tongue savored every inch of him as my beard grazed against his flesh. I could feel his hole tighten against me as it aroused his pleasure. He was ready. Not just ready, he was begging for release.
Putting him up on his knees, I took his throbbing manhood in my hand, teasing the head of his shaft before giving him the long, lingering sensations of wet, warm strokes. I watched his balls pulse upward, clenching as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to pace myself, delaying the release as long as possible, but he was dripping pre-cum before I even touched him.
His breathing was deep and quick, making sounds of pleasure that escalated the more I touched him. It was unreal to have someone so on the edge of pleasure and have them be solely controlled by my hand. The rush of power to my brain was almost god-like. I listened to his breathing, waiting for the sign that we were past the point of no return, and then I let him go…
The eruption from his cock was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Ropes of white fluid gushed from him, pouring out in beautiful arcs through the air. His testicles must have been painfully full before I released him. He spewed all over my hand, his body, and the platform he was on. There was enough there that it should have been saved and bottled.
As Cole’s body deflated and he collapsed on his own exhaust, I kept my hand gripped to his member. He stayed propped up because of my hold, but otherwise he could have completely fallen back onto the auction block. Of course, even though he had cum, he wasn’t done.
Looking out onto the crowd, Cole could see the several onlookers of masters and prospective buyers, all watching in the darkness at his performance. An orgasm like that was sure to attract some bids. And sure enough, Cole was able to be sold on the spot.
...But deep down, he has desires different from most of his peers. He’s always fantasized about being someone’s trophy and slave, submitting to their every dark and twisted desire. A mixture of naivete and bravery lead him to search for and find a place where his sexual fantasies can be reality. He didn't know the extent of what was in store for him, and his complete surrender was required up front. He would be an object...a mere toy to be used. Anxiously at first, he gave up his free will. But as things progressed his fears took a backseat to his young hormones as his dick got steely hard and leaked a seemingly never-ending copious stream of precum.
Jack has always been surrounded by dominant men interested in shaping his untamed spirit. Given his past, it's not at all surprising that Jack eventually found his way to a dark room where he would be groomed for auction and used by powerful and wealthy men. Just a few short months later, standing in a room wearing nothing but a black bowtie and jockstrap and surrounded by handsome gentlemen in their suits and ties, Jack’s heart started to race in a completely new and addictive way. He didn’t expect himself to obey so readily when he was instructed by the men. Now an owned piece of merchandise, brought to events for the pleasure of his owner and to be shared with others at his owner commanded, he was mesmerized watching how the men found pleasure in his and the other boys' bodies.
Hearing another boy moan made Jack want that for himself as well. There was something fascinating about the idea of surrendering control of his mind and his tight body to these strong, masculine strangers that pushed him to the sharpest edge of pleasure without even touching himself. He found himself wanting to comply with their every whim, to serve at their pleasure. Jack knew he wanted to be a permanent fixture in this world where the commands of men made him want to obey without question, where his body would be at the beck and call of these handsome men and their desires.