Description: One gloriously sunny afternoon at his mansion, Master Legrand Wolf was feeling hot. It wasn’t related to the simmering summer day, though; he had taken sole possession of a scrumptious youngster named The Boy Clayton when the Master purchased the tall, chiseled twink at a recent Buyers’ auction. The price for such a perfect specimen was steep, but Master Legrand knew from the first time he laid eyes on the boy that he would be more than worth it. The stunning blue eyes, adorable boyish face, and fantastic musculature of the humble twink was enough to make anyone empty their bank account in exchange for even one night. The meticulous Master had wrangled what he thought was an excellent deal for the boy. Young Clayton would be all Legrand’s to own for as long as he cared to have possession. In addition, his new toy was not to be shared—unless, that is, the Master cared to do so. Boy Clayton was Master Legrand’s exclusive prize. He was subsequently free to sculpt, mold, and transform the near-pious servant however he saw fit. What does it mean to be a true submissive, one might wonder? To Master Legrand, pure, genuine submission means Boy Clayton is to completely let go of the wheel and give up all power, control, and—when the situation calls for it—complete, unadulterated surrender. So it was on this fine afternoon that newly purchased Boy Clayton found himself in Master Legrand’s private quarters. The Boy presented himself in the middle of the room. He dropped to his knees, then silently, breathlessly awaited his next command. He could feel the tall, hulking Master approach from behind him, and he shivered uncontrollably. Master Legrand had plans to complete Boy Clayton’s transformation through a series of intensely arousing rituals. He would strip and shear the boy of all power and control. Clipping away a Slaveboy’s body hair was one specific way in which this type of phenomena could be symbolized and incorporated. Boy Clayton was well-versed enough at this point in the role of Slaveboy that, naturally, anything that a Master wished for was to be the Boy’s command. There was no doubt that the tall, hunky dom was the only Master who had his earnest attention today. Master Legrand, with a solemn but stern look, began shaving the soft, peach-fuzz chest hair of the obedient boy. Both owner and servant hummed genially in rhythm with the buzzing of the titanium clippers. As he slowly sheared, he also managed to fondle his Slaveboy, all the while making sure not to miss clipping a single hair off of the youth’s well-built torso. Once completed, the meticulous Master appraised Boy Clayton’s now silky-smooth chest and abs. The Boy’s baby-blue eyes shined adoringly up at his handsome owner. In the next instant, Master Legrand pulled the SlaveBoy up onto his feet. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Master Legrand emitted a low moan before proceeding to firmly and lustfully knead the boy’s meaty ass cheeks. Soon, Boy Clayton found himself scarcely able to remain on his feet. He wobbled as his new Master began to nibble, then primally chew on the savory and tender buttocks. The Slaveboy could barely suppress what would have otherwise been a high-pitched holler of euphoria. After several sexy bites on the twink’s beautiful bottom, Boy Clayton was gently, but firmly ordered to remove the horny gentleman’s slacks. This the Boy did at once, but the somewhat overly eager youth carelessly tossed the dress pants onto the carpet. To this the Master was obligated to softly chide, then correct the Slaveboy, who then carefully collected the clothes, shook them out, and folded them up nicely. During this important learning experience, Boy Clayton worried that this unintentional slip in behavior might keep him from being permitted to suck on the Master’s cock. If this had been perhaps any other purchase, the prize might have been promptly returned or exchanged. However, the Slaveboy was simply redirected. With a short, brisk bark, the boytoy was commanded to orally stimulate the Master’s cock beneath some obscenely tented jockeys. Soon the precum oozed through the thick material. What was Master Legrand going to do first with such a handsome, obedient Slaveboy? As was the owner’s habit, he instructed his purchased pet with innocent eyes, wanton lips, and bubblegum tongue to lower the Master’s underwear and start swallowing the rock-hard master-meat that would finally be set free. To this, the sweet-faced submissive immediately complied without a word—Boy Clayton merely gazed up at Master Legrand as he proceeded to lick and kiss the Master’s cock. A wondrous twinkle shined in his domesticated blue eyes. The Buyer’s massive daddy dick throbbed and bobbed in the boy’s hands. As the hungry, handsome youth dutifully pleasured the massive shaft, Master Legrand removed his silk tie. He fantasized about tying the Boy’s hands behind his back with it and forcefully face-fucking his possession, but then decided instead on another activity. One thing that all Buyer’s could agree upon was that a newly purchased Slaveboy had to be fresh, squeaky-clean, and tight. Anything less was unacceptable. To Master Legrand’s absolute delight, not only was Boy Clayton all of the above, his smooth, delectable fuck tunnel was not just fresh and clean, it was exquisite. During their first night together, Master Legrand was uncharacteristically caught off-guard by just how tight the Boy’s hole was. He would never admit this to anyone, but he was so turned on by Boy Clayton’s prime physique and perfect bottom, he nearly came inside the Slaveboy’s impossibly tight hole when he was barely halfway in. By the end of their first night, however, Master Legrand had fully re-established his primal control. He had successfully fucked and blasted inside of his Slaveboy in the exact and precise manner in which they were used to. Luckily for Boy Clayton, Master Legrand had nothing but time this afternoon to continue the necessary lessons required to become a true submissive. The Boy was guided on the merits of how to fuck himself up and down on a gentleman’s aching cock. And throughout that afternoon, the skillful, patient Master Legrand had the boy practice riding his man-rod to perfection. The sweet-faced Slaveboy merely wished and prayed that his efforts to please his Master would bring about yet another awe-inspiring climax. At least, for the Buyer. The Boy’s own possible orgasm was not under consideration. Master Legrand’s eyes were completely afire. The sweat began to stream down his handsome face as he fucked the Boy like a man possessed. He placed one beefy boy-leg up against his shoulder as he jackhammered his Slaveboy to a delirious, delighted pulp. The Master experienced a thunderous orgasm that shook his body to its very core. For Master Legrand it felt like his foot-long daddy pole was surging electrical shockwaves through his body. After that, the Boy Clayton simply could not contain himself any longer. As the Master’s cum shots continued to fill the Boy’s insides to capacity, the overwhelmed underling wept with pure joy. Master Legrand released a very long, deep, loud sigh as the post-orgasmic convulsions periodically sent aftershocks throughout his body. His knowledge that Boy Clayton had been truly transformed by his hand—and cock—alone, caused both submissive and dominant to feel blessed by what a single interaction might lead to.
September 8th, 2023
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