Colton has been around for several years now. The talk about him around the Collective seems to get better and better. He is shy and quiet, very submissive. That is really the only slightly negative thing said about him. Some masters like boys with a little more spunk. I don’t agree. It can be amusing to break the will of a brat, but I much prefer a boy that knows his place. That is sitting at my feet, looking up at me with deep eyes that reflect total worship and adoration. While I suspect Colton is just the kind of boy I like, our paths never seemed to cross at the right time. Then I got invited to his latest assessment. Of course, a boy hasn’t been fully assessed until we know just how accommodating his hole is. After all, getting fucked by the men who want to use him is his first reason for being. Colton is very accommodating indeed. So much so that I decided it was time for us to get to know each other better. When Master Kamp brought him out onto the stage, the lights showed him off to very flattering effect. I had already decided that I would bid, but seeing him on his knees, shoulders down, hole on full display as Kamp’s fingers circled around it, teasing, set my mind. The tip of my tongue tingled with that thought of being where those fingers were. I love eating a boy out almost as much as fucking him. Don’t get me wrong. If I get that close to a boy, he’s going to feel my dick, but anticipation is half the pleasure.It was then that I realized how hard my cock was. I always save my cum for 48 hours before an auction, if I plan on bidding. I fuck my boys with the curtain open. What can I say, I’m an exhibitionist. More than that, though, it sets the tone for our relationship. My new boy knows that he’s mine. That I fuck him anywhere and anytime I choose. That the majority of the men he’s going to meet while we are together have seen him give me his ass.Like I said, I like my boys submissive. When you have owned as many boys as I have, you learn to read them. There are the boys enduring this public display because they have no choice. Those who are down right cocky about showing off. Those who filter their humiliation through their submission. Then there are the boys like Colton who are simply there with me. My desire is already his desire.I can tell that it will probably only be a week, if that long, before simply gripping his shoulder with my fingers makes him melt and his mind get foggy. If I want to be sadistic with a boy like that, I’ll grab his shoulder digging my fingers in hard, growl into his ear, feel him begin to melt, pinch his tit hard until he whimpers, and then walk away. Just to remind him that he exists for MY pleasure.Needless to say, I won the auction. I don’t make a practice of losing, business deals, poker games, or just buying a new fuckboy. If I want it, I get it. Stepping up onto that stage and meeting a slave for the first time is a rush I can hardly describe. It’s like the olive in a martini, so tasty you might almost order one for that pleasure alone.Colton was there, head down, legs spread, ass up. I’m pretty sure he saw me step onto the stage, but he didn’t register it. I slapped him hard on his cheeks. Doubtless he’s heard that I like to play rough. I’ll show him my dungeon soon enough. Right then it was time to feast. I dropped to my knees and leaned into the round twin melons of his ass. Delicious!Every time my tongue speared into him, he trembled and let out soft mewling whimpers. I know the men want to see fucking, watching a boy get pounded by a fat cock. They’ll see mine soon enough. Right now, they’ll have to wait. I’ve got a boy’s ass to eat, and I’m not rushing it.