The Prize | THE BOY SERG | Chapter 3

Master Legrand sat on the edge of his king-size bed. With a simple motion of his hand, he beckoned Boy Serg over to him. This newly acquired Slaveboy obeyed with a bright-eyed eagerness as he approached his towering Master on all fours.

Just like I trained you, Master Legrand thought. Good boy.

Boy Serg gazed upward at his new Master and waited with breathless anticipation. If The Boy had a tail, it surely would’ve wagged. Master Legrand scratched him behind the ears and under his chin. Boy Serg shivered with aching desire as the Master traced his fingers along the boy’s neck and then traveled down his spine.

The young slave gasped as Master Legrand squeezed his young, round bottom and playfully fingered the tender rectal opening. Boy Serg inhaled deeply as the Master gently pressed The Boy’s cute face into his massive chest. He wanted Boy Serg to smell masculinity and let domination crowd his senses.

Master Legrand always made sure that his sub playthings remembered who was in control and whose pleasure came first. He pulled Boy Serg in even closer and seemingly went in for a kiss– but not so fast, young man. Your tongue will just have to wait its turn.

Master Legrand pushed Boy Serg’s head down toward his crotch and pressed the nearly naked Slaveboy’s face against the silky fabric of his tailored slacks. The boy moaned and inhaled again—the manly, musky aroma was intoxicating in ways Boy Serg had difficulty explaining, but somehow understood in a way without words. Boy Serg was hooked, and knew he would be Master Legrand’s slave for life if that’s what his Master wanted.

Master Legrand rose from the edge of the bed and removed his belt. He folded the leather strap and then instructed the boy to turn around but keep kneeling. Master Legrand used the folded belt as a tool which he gently, but firmly used to cup the boy’s testes then yank back. This electrifying sensation caused Boy Serg to yowl, and his hands frantically pawed the Master’s arms and shoulders above him.

Then Master Legrand began a new game. He squeezed Boy Serg’s cockhead through the silky confines of his black jockstrap. The copious amounts of syrupy precum which had collected at the tip of the tent oozed through the skimpy material. Soon, both Master and Boy stripped naked. The Master didn’t even have to ask; Boy Serg—well-trained as he was—began sucking on the huge cock straightaway. Master Legrand pinched and twisted the Slaveboy’s fully erect nipples as The Boy gave him head. Serg even remembered the lesson that Master Kamp had taught him about gently and skillfully tugging and massaging the Master’s massive ballsack.

Before Boy Serg could make his Master cum, the eager slave was pulled onto his feet. With pure dominance Master Legrand turned The Boy around again, but this time pulled the twink’s ass down and drove his footlong pole all the way up and in. Boy Serg howled.

Master Legrand wrapped his muscular arms all the way around his Boy as he guided the both of them to lie back on the bed. As they did so, the Master continued to pump his incredible girth deep within the Slaveboy’s tight insides. Beads of sweat began to pop up all over the Slaveboy’s brow. The Master pulled The Boy’s head back and slipped his tongue inside the whimpering Slaveboy’s mouth, to which Boy Serg greedily lapped up every morsel of saliva.

Master Legrand switched positions again. The Boy found himself on his back this time with his legs pushed up against his chest. By the time Boy Serg could get his bearings he felt the massive cockhead of Master Legrand pressing up against his tiny boyhole. The Master wasn’t exactly sure how he was able to squeeze his massive cockhead past The Boy’s incredibly tight sphincter, but he eventually did.

As Boy Serg got used to the Master’s super-charged, pistoning fuck-rhythm, he began to stroke his own aching boy-rod in earnest—with Master Legrand’s permission, of course. As the elder statesmen’s tongue explored the Slaveboy’s delectable mouth, Boy Serg quickly felt his climax begin to stir.

Mere moments later, the delirious Slaveboy simply couldn’t hold back any longer. Under normal circumstances, Slaveboys were required to wait until their Master either allowed and/or instructed them to ejaculate. In this instance, though, nature overrode any preexisting rules.

The Boy Serg bellowed and bayed as thick, milky twink cum erupted all over his torso and abs. Master Legrand slammed his cockhead against the Slaveboy’s sensitive pleasure center with each volley.

As Boy Serg gasped for air, he held tightly to Master Legrand. The Slaveboy nearly passed out from the overwhelming power of his Master’s thrusts. And just when The Boy thought that he couldn’t possibly take any more, Master Legrand pulled out and moved Boy Serg face down on the mattress.

All Master Legrand heard during the next several minutes were muffled shrieks and cries of ecstasy as the Slaveboy withstood the absolute best ass-pounding of his young life.

The eruption of Mount Vesuvius was a mere hiccup in comparison to the force of Master Legrand’s orgasm inside of the Slaveboy’s round bottom. Both The Boy and his owner roared in unison as Master Legrand came over and over again. The Boy Serg quietly wept with joy into the pillow…