I looked down at the freshly fucked hairy boy-prize as I wiped my used dick off on a warm towel. Exhausted, yet still semi-erect, my cock led the way as I walked toward the private master’s lounge, leaving the prize to marinate his boyhole with my cum until we begin training later this evening. When I entered the lounge, I was cheered and congratulated for the winning bid as the masters surrounded me and asked for a recounting of the tale of marking my prize and claiming his body as my property. Some wrapped their thick calloused hands around my cock and praised how my girth would be the destruction of the tight prize-cunt. Others pressed their lips to mine and deeply inhaled the scent of ass that lingered on my breath. As they exhaled, they shared observations like wine connoisseurs, evaluating his vintage and aroma, noting hints of cherry and black pepper. But before the masters were able to make food pairing suggestions, I was informed that my prize had been shipped. I asked for my car and departed the Collective so I could begin his training. Having purchased many in the past, I am well aware of how tedious boy-training is. In fact, I wasn’t eager to start this one. I could tell boy Bunker was new, and if he had served anyone before, it was only one or two masters. Training a boy to your own specific needs is one thing, however, training a boy to be trained is quite another. When I entered my playroom, I saw him kneeling in the corner. I didn’t speak. I didn’t acknowledge him. I took a seat at the end of the bed. I briefly became distracted by the gold on my right hand. His name was engraved on the inside, but images of me working this ringed finger deep into his cum-filled ass flooded my mind. Would the combination of our DNA, my load and his ass juices, fill in the carving and create a more solid bond between us?I motioned for him to crawl towards me. At my feet, I broke my silence.“It’s finally just the two of us.” He lifted his eyes and nodded. “Take my shoes off.”He bent over and started to complete my given task. I looked at his naked ass as it was arched above him. His hole was relaxed, still recovering from my claiming of him earlier in the day. Still slick and shiny from my load he kept deep inside of him.I ran my hand over the mat of fur covering his muscular boy chest as he stared at me. You could see in his eyes that his mind was clouded. Confused. There was a desire inside of him. The wrong desire; to be loved. Each of my boys' only desire should - and WILL - be to service my every need, whenever, wherever, however I decide. Love is not part of this agreement. He is a vessel for me to use. A receptacle for my cum. A mere hole for me to jerk off into.I stood as he removed my pants. My erection filled my briefs. As he lowered them, the scent of our earlier fuck filled the room. He wrapped his hand round my growth and waited for my approval before taking me into his hungry mouth. He kept his eyes open, locked onto mine. I watched his mouth inch closer to my thick dark mound of hair, finally feeling my heavy balls rest on his chin. I fucked my length in and out of him as he softly moaned.I snapped my fingers, and he jumped onto the bed, lifting his black jockstrap framed fuckhole to my mouth. I pushed in, and his ass walls welcomed the intrusion. The further inside of him my tongue went, the louder he moaned. I smacked his parted cheeks. They jiggle back at me. After applying a thick layer of spit on his hole, I took aim and pushed my full dick inside.I wrapped my hand in the waist of his jock and started his hole training. Slow. Shallow. Fast. Long-dick. Deep. Steady. Just the head. Holding still. Repeat. I pushed him fully onto the bed and slammed my cock in and out, using my full weight to make him feel the power of his master’s cock. He bit his hand to muffle his excitement. I rolled him onto his back, “Get those legs into the air for me!” and lowered myself back into his fuck tunnel. I took hold of his hairy ankles and watched my manhood controlling his boy-twat.As I got closer to planting another load inside of him, I looked down at him. He had his arms behind his head. The thick bushes in his armpits were dampened with sweat. I put my hand on his chest and ran my fingers through the hair covering his hard nipples. My cock was sawing in and out of his hole, but for a brief moment I saw myself on my back, being dicked by a furry top master. Our bodies are almost identical, and I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not. There is something sinister about shaving a hairy boy completely smooth, locking his cock away in chastity, and making him a walking billboard of servitude. The tingling in my balls interrupted my planning, and before I could stop myself, I pulled out of his hole and jerked my cock as it erupted thick master cream all over and into his gaped boyhole.I lay back and closed my eyes, taking in the last moments of euphoria as they wash over my body, but before I knew what was happening, the boy climbed up beside me and laid his head on my chest.Is he really trying to snuggle with me?This boy is in desperate need of obedience training.