I know Boy Colton well. I’ve fucked him many times and owned him for a while. I enjoy his ass too much, as well as the soft, perpetually needy look in his eyes and his unceasing desire to please me. Maybe I’m too soft-hearted to be a true master. Far too quickly, I started to have much deeper feelings for him than a sex toy. It’s not impossible to take a slave off the market permanently, but, as seductive as he was, without even trying, I wasn’t ready for that commitment, yet. Being a member of the Collective is not buying a fuck toy like running down to the corner store for a bottle of milk and a snack cake. It’s a gentlemen’s club, a fraternity, a network of very wealthy, very powerful perverts. We don’t always go to the auctions to buy. Sometimes it’s just to socialize, watch the sex show as men claim their new property, and keep up with the 'scorecard' of who owns which boy now. Then of course there is the delicious experience of bidding on a new boy and winning him, walking onto the stage, and looking down at him, trying to gauge the look in his eyes, tasting his ass for the first time, driving your cock deep in his hole, and fucking him hard with your friends watching you as you take him. No, I wasn’t ready to walk away from that. Unfortunately, I can't afford to keep my capital tied up in owning two boys. So, I put Colton back on the block and let him go. I’ll soon find another fuck boy to take my mind off him. When I confessed my conflicted feelings to Master Aries, though, he generously offered to let me come over and play with him. I say “generously.” For Jack it’s an ego flex, but that’s what Jack lives for. Jack isn’t satisfied owning a slave when he can low-key flaunt the fact that he owns a slave so desirable that the boy’s former masters will ask for invitations to come over and use him again.That’s nothing to me. He can get his jollies where he jokes. I wasn’t going to say no to another chance to have my dick balls deep in Colton’s tight sweet hole. Fortunately, as I thought he might, he just told me that Colton was caged in the dungeon waiting for me and gave me the key. Not that I would have minded sharing the boy with Jack, but it was more like old times to have him to myself.I unlocked the cage, and he crawled out, sitting on the block there in the dungeon. I was overcome. I miss him. I miss everything about him. I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him, and stroked my fingers over his soft skin, straightening his bow tie like a proud father. Then I put him on his knees and looked down at his ass. If I’m honest, it’s not the roundest or firmest, but somehow it’s as perfect as the rest of him. I dropped to my knees to worship it with my tongue. So sweet, so familiar.He lay on his stomach and let me fuck his throat, obedient, open, and unresisting. That’s only the first course, though. I was there to fuck. Partly, because I enjoy it, but also to remind both of us what our places are, I laid back on the block and ordered him to take me in his ass. There is just something about that. Making a boy give up his own hole. Making him impale himself on my fat dick before he’s broken in, inflicting the pain of his hole stretching to take me on himself, for my pleasure.When he was opened up, I turned him over and really fucked him, taking my time, enjoying every moment of being with him again. I held out as long as I could, but eventually I had to breed him. I had saved up my load for days, and drained my balls dry. When I pulled out, a stream of thick white seed poured out. He’s still cute. Still as fuckable as ever. One day, though, the other masters will start to tire of him. His price will fall. Before he’s released from the stable, I’ll buy him again and not let him go.