The Grooming | THE BOY DYLAN | Chapter 1

The Boy Dylan felt a persistent tug at his soul—a yearning for purpose that the typical thrills of youth could not satiate. He had always been introspective, often wandering the edges of his town alone, pondering the bigger questions that he wanted and needed a change.

Boy Dylan's home life was a bit broken and devoid of any real guidance. He discovered that a hunger inside him was becoming more and more powerful. This had shaped him into a seeker, a young man drawn to wanting to serve and be rewarded with and by said service. When he first heard of the underground market, run by a disciplined group of wealthy and powerful men known for its rigorous adherence to the tenets of submission, obedience, and service, something deep within him stirred.

He managed to make contact with one of these men. He was instructed to wait on a street corner. A handsome older man in the back of an approaching town car beckoned him to get in. He was taken to what seemed to be an abandoned building, but inside he could hear the bustle and happenings among these powerful men. He would soon learn what they were all doing on this particular floor.

He was led to a revered figure known as Master Saint, a man whose very presence seemed to radiate calm authority and stern discipline. Boy Dylan first saw Master Saint and was taken aback by just how handsome he was, as was the man who picked him up. They must all be like this here, he thought.

Muscular and commanding in his energy, Master Saint asked Boy Dylan to take something of an oath to the market, and the men within, before they began. Motivated by a newfound resolve, Boy Dylan eagerly accepted the pledge, feeling as though each step he took was leading him closer to the answers he had long sought.

Master Saint took a special interest in The Boy, recognizing in him a deep-seated desire to not only learn but also embody the principles of the market. Under his guidance, Boy Dylan would soon learn the value of obedience—not as a burden, but as a voluntary submission to a higher will, a testament to his devotion to this life.

Master Saint stood by The Boy Dylan’s side, a hand resting lightly on the youngster’s shoulder, a symbol of acceptance and support. “In submission, you find freedom. In obedience, you find direction. In service, you find fulfillment,” the Master proclaimed, his voice steady and sure.

Master Saint brought The Boy into a darkened room, where he would begin the grooming; a test run to see just how the young man would respond to what would be asked of him. Boy Dylan bowed his head, overwhelmed by a sense of peace and purpose so profound it seemed to echo through the very walls. As he stood there, he let Master Saint take charge and the older man began running his hands all over The Boy’s body, removing clothes along the way. Dylan’s body felt a jolt run through it, especially when the Master’s hand ran down from his twink-bare chest down to the front of his jeans. Master Saint gripped The Boy’s swelling penis, almost able to feel as blood rushed into the cock.

Master Saint unbuttoned Boy Dylan’s jeans, stuffing his hands down The Boy’s underwear, pulling them down slightly, and then making The Boy get down onto his hands and knees. Boy Dylan’s smooth, pink little hole was now on display and Master Saint brought his mouth to it tongue-first, eliciting a gasp and a moan from The Boy as even more electricity surged through his smooth body, his fully swollen cock jumping.

As Master Saint let his hands and mouth continue to roam, he had been dripping and rubbing oil onto The Boy, making his toned, hairless frame glisten under the light. The Master made Boy Dylan turn over and lay on his back with his legs up. Master Saint then brought a perfectly curved glass toy to the boy’s hole. The shiny tip popped into Boy Dylan’s hole, eliciting another small gasp and moan, moans which extended as Master Saint slid the oiled-up glass dildo deep into Boy Dylan’s chute.

The Boy’s cock twitched, jumped, and throbbed as he felt the length of the toy make its way deep into his guts. Master Saint began to slide it in and out, giving The Boy unspoken permission to stroke his own rigid member. Boy Dylan was overcome with lust and desire, secretly hoping the Master would get naked, too, and fill his boyhole with rock-hard Master cock. Boy Dylan began stroking himself vigorously and Master Saint picked up speed with the toy, making The Boy’s moans louder and more urgent.

Boy Dylan couldn’t help himself; realizing he was being inducted into this new world and with every sensation vibrating through his body, he shot a huge load out of his uncut cock all over his belly. When he looked up at Master Saint, he noticed the man’s expression remained stoic, but satisfied with his performance.

Boy Dylan was primed and ready for this life of service and obedience.