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Few men have the capital to own an entire Olympic swim team, but Master Figata is one such man. An avid swimmer himself, he scouts for the most promising talent in a perfectly tailored suit. He procures the most lucrative sponsorships from the most well-known sports brands and hires the best coaches for training in the off season and professional competitions.

The dividends pay off big. Only the luckiest boys know that recruiting for the swim team is not Master Figata’s only passion. Plenty of his young athletes started out learning how long they could hold their breathe above water, with the dom daddy’s cock in the throats. Master Figata has a thing for torturing a boy’s nipples. If he can a take a boy to the exquisite edge of pleasure that borders on pain and they still beg for more, he knows the boy has what it takes to become personal property.

He instills instant obedience to orders in his boys but pushes them to better themselves. He doesn’t except back talk or excuses, and expects them to perform at their absolute best. Master Figata’s eye for talent is sure to bolster the ranks of the Buyer’s Group stock.


Master Legrand works hard and knows what he likes. He’s tall, handsome, and perfectly hung. He could get any man or boy he wanted, but traditional, casual sex doesn't always satisfy him.

Fortunately, he belongs to an elite cadre of gentlemen who share similar tastes and desires--in particular, a desire for those who long to be owned. He loves the thrill of being worshipped by a truly submissive boy, not just someone playing a part.

As a member of this secret group, he’s able to indulge in his deepest fantasies with the most pristine, virginal boys without compromising his innate dominant nature.


Maxx felt that he lacked any kind of direction after high school. He was a mediocre student without much drive to shine, and he knew it. He was also quite shy. He'd been held back a year in high school and was older than his classmates. Strange as it might seem, having more body hair than the other boys in gym class made him even more self-conscious.

It didn't help that he had an overbearing disciplinarian of a father, an absent mother, and a household that couldn't scrape together enough cash to send him to college. Maxx was approached one day during his part-time job by a man who asked Maxx if he went to school in the area and if he had plans for college. The man's tone was calm and conversational, and Maxx felt compelled to respond with honest answers. He was enthralled by the man's tone and the strength in his handshake. This was a man he could admire, look up to, and obey. The man invited him to join the Buyer's Group, which was described to him as a private club with exclusive terms of entry.

If Maxx accepted, he would be groomed for a position in the organization, but the invitation would be extended only once. Now, on a cold, December night, Maxx finds himself responding to the invitation. Arriving on foot to an address printed on the back of a business card, Maxx has come looking for purpose and guidance at the direction of the Buyer’s Group.