This young man, Milo… he seems to be a special one, Master Reese thinks. Not every session becomes so red-hot that Master Reese finds himself inside the product. But, he couldn’t help but see this cute, fragile latino boy is worthy of the potential he saw. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he thought The Boy Milo was special—almost instantly, a new buyer had appeared from the shadows, drawn to the light by his growing interest in Milo. The boy was barely prepared and a powerful man was already writing a check for him. In the dark room, Master Reese brought out the new merchandise. Boy Milo walked into the harsh light with just a jockstrap on. He quivered with nervous excitement. Master Reese traced the curves of the boy as his hands exposed the boy’s well-toned body to the buyers. He pinched Milo’s nipples, and then moved down to the boy’s hardening, jockstrap-trapped cock. Despite the nervousness on The Boy Milo’s face, it was obvious he was excited. That excitement—evident in his tent and in his moans—made an impression on the buyers. Bids immediately went up. The new buyer that Reese was prepared for bid relentlessly; as relentlessly as his pockets were deep. There was no way the new buyer was letting that boy go. Master Reese oiled Milo up, turning him around to expose his beautifully groomed hole. As he played with the boy’s hole, moans filled the room. It became a hypnotic sound to the buyers, many of whom missed their chance to make last bids–too mesmerized by the show in front of them. But not that buyer. He won this auction and wasted no moments to claim his prize. He revealed himself. Master Stone walked into the light, inspecting his new merchandise with a half-smile. He looked his new Boy up and down, circling the stage. The Boy Milo looked nervous as the powerful man –wizened, gray, and strong– paced around him. But the hardness of the boy’s cock never waned. His new owner began to undress as Milo looked up at him; their eyes locked, and Milo quivered in Master Stone’s gaze. Master Stone unbuttoned and slid out of his shirt, then drew Milo close to his broad chest. He pushed the boy’s face against the rough hairs on his sturdy body. Master Stone’s beefy physique glowed in the light along with Milo’s: beautiful silhouettes that glorified their size difference. It became clear that Master Stone had been holding back a monster. Milo could almost see the cock throbbing, trying to rip through the fabric for release. Master Stone turned Milo around to get a better view of the ass this new owner was going to release himself into, rubbing his cotton-restrained cock against Milo’s perfectly groomed hole to give the boy an idea of what he was up against. The moment Master Stone had purchased had finally come. He peeled off his underwear to reveal his massive, throbbing member. Milo’s expression, wide eyed and blissful, said far more about his pleasure at the sight than words could have. Master Stone spat on his boy’s hole and inserted himself inside with rabid enthusiasm. Milo half-screamed and half-moaned as the pain of his Master’s huge cock ripped him open for what he was sure would be the first of many times to come. The pain melted into light-sparking pleasure as Master Stone immediately hit Milo’s prostate over and over again. Master Stone could have used this boy’s hole all night, just like that. The reality set in that the boy was now his; he could have him at any time. That thought—of having Milo’s hole to himself on command—put him over the edge. The pace of Master Stone’s pumps picked up, and left Milo panting in disbelief that his body could be rammed even harder than he had been before. Master Stone took his cock out of his boy’s hole to mark his newly attained merchandise. His hot load spread all over Milo’s chest and cock, glistening in the light. Pure, masculine manjuice covered Milo. Master Stone took a dab to use as lubrication for a few final pumps, before leaving his Boy alone to clean up. He expected his new toy should be groomed enough to know how to keep himself ready, after all.
