My time as a member of The Collective has been amazing and, honestly, transforming. When I first found the secret group of wealthy men buying and selling the bodies of beautiful young men, I could hardly believe it existed, and even less that they were willing to let me in. It seemed like all of the men were older than me and wealthier. Certainly, all of them had more experience as Masters than I have.
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My time as a member of The Collective has been amazing and, honestly, transforming. When I first found the secret group of wealthy men buying and selling the bodies of beautiful young men, I could hardly believe it existed, and even less that they were willing to let me in. It seemed like all of the men were older than me and wealthier. Certainly, all of them had more experience as Masters than I have.
I have been welcomed with open arms, though. I’ve made many friends and learned so much about myself as a Master, and as a man. Owning boys is a huge responsibility, in addition to being enormously pleasurable and, if he is successful, it changes a man for the better. I had a great time with my last boy, Cole, and I really cared for him. Almost too much.
I used to wonder how the men in The Collective could buy boys that clearly meant so much to them, but then turn around and sell them again a year, or occasionally, even months later. I’ve learned, though, that it is just the way of our world, and it offers many advantages and pleasures.
It may be difficult for the boys, at times; though, I must confess I’ve never asked any of them. They understand it’s just the way things are done and it is their place to serve. For Masters, it’s our privilege to have our desires fulfilled in any, and all, of the ways that we choose.
I first encountered Boy Serg at Master Legrand’s house. At the time, he belonged to Legrand. I didn’t have a chance to play with him, as I was much too obsessed with my own purchase. Legrand soon grew tired of him, though, as a man of his wealth and status is known to do.
I was quite flattered when Legrand asked me to conduct the auction when he put Boy Serg on the block. Of course, it’s an honor when an owner asks you to auction off their boy. It’s stressful, too. There’s always a lot of money at stake. Of course, the sale price mostly comes down to the quality of the boy being sold and the interest of the men present but the handler plays his part.
I was told that, since Serg was not a virgin, I could fuck him on the block if I wanted to. Maybe that is another right of passage. At any rate, it was something I wanted to do for myself.
Even as the auction was beginning, I wasn’t sure that I would do it. At a certain point, it was just the right thing to do. Boy Serg is gorgeous. He has a wrestler’s body, fit and broad-shouldered. His ass is strong and round, his firm cheeks hide a tight hole promising a man exquisite pleasure if he is fortunate enough to explore the boy’s hot silky depths. For a few moments at least, this young sexy toy was mine to fuck.
Sinking my cock into him was everything I had imagined. Alas, I was merely his handler, and I didn’t have permission to breed him, so I had to stop myself before I got carried away. Master Snow won the bid that night. He has more experience than I with the pleasures this boy can bring and I’m sure he was very much looking forward to having Boy Serg for himself.
Of course, the handler cannot bid. My brief taste of the pleasures this boy can offer the man who owns him convinced me that somehow, at some time, I would have this boy in my bed. I thought I would be waiting for quite some time for that opportunity, but the wheels of fate have turned, and Serg was back on the block much sooner than I expected.
Much to my delight, I happened to be in a position to jump on this rare opportunity. The bids went higher and higher but I held on, determined to have my prize. After what seemed like an eternity the auction closed, Boy Serg was mine. I stepped onto the stage with dignity and power.
This time, Master Snow asked his best friend, Legrand, to act as handler; Master Legrand fucked Serg, as I had last time. I was ok with that. I knew that Boy Serg was experienced. Of course, Master Legrand had owned the boy himself. Seeing him plunder the boy’s hole with his massive cock was thrilling to watch.
The fact that the boy had already been opened up saved me the trouble of getting him ready for my own cock. To my surprise, his hole was still a tight sheath around my sword. He moaned softly, growing used to the long dick, driving deep into his guts. I own his hole now. This time I don’t have to hold back.
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