The Prize | THE BOY COLTON Vol. 1

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.”