I own my own software company. I’ve been a millionaire for several years. I am not complaining! Not given the alternative. Recently, though, I sold my company. I went from very comfortably rich to fabulously wealthy. Multi-billion dollar wealthy. Wealthy enough to join the Collective and buy the piece of ass I’ve wanted. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll treat him well. He’ll be well-dressed, well-fed, well entertained and very very well-fucked. I’m not going to treat my boy less than my classic car collection. But he’s my fuckboy, and, first and foremost, he's there to give me his hole anytime I want, 24/7. Trust me, I’m going to get my money’s worth. So, I went to my first auction. It turned out there were going to be a lot of firsts that evening. My friends had told me to be ready to bid, but don’t rush anything. Auctions happen every month. They were willing to let me use their slaves occasionally if I was that hard up. Then boy Grayson stepped out from behind the curtain, and I was obsessed. I wasn’t the only one. There were gasps around the room, even a few groans. This was the first time I had let myself pull out the Premier Black Card, put the pedal to the floor, and show myself what a billion-dollar fortune can do. I was going to have that boy. It turned out that it was Master Dixxon’s first time presenting a boy. I have to say, he has a talent for it. Of course, Grayson is a rare treat, but when a boy’s price tops the seven-figure mark, he’s being sold well. I doubt there was a soft dick in the room.It was also Boy Grayson's first auction. That put me off a bit. I was undecided whether I should choose a more experienced boy that wouldn’t need training or one like Grayson that wouldn’t know more than I did. Watching Grayson on the block, though, he looked very docile. He seemed to be trying hard to please his auctioneer. Almost too hard, really. There seemed to be a connection between them that made me wonder what had gone on during Grayson’s training. However, he wasn’t being sold as a virgin, and I didn’t care what they had done as long as he transferred his allegiance to me.I won. I had no intention of losing, although the price was eye-watering. Over a million dollars. My friend said I could earn most of it back, maybe even make a small profit, if I promoted Grayson’s reputation around the Collective. At that point, I honestly didn’t give a damn. One of the sexiest twunks I ever laid eyes on, in real life at least, was mine. I let that sink in. Mine. I owned this boy. Literally, bought and paid for. I can’t describe the mix of emotions rattling my brain as I stepped on the stage.Master Dixxon put the gold ring on my finger and handed me the key. Was it possible that boy Grayson was even more attractive up close than across a room? My heart raced. My dick throbbed. This boy was so far out of my league, but he put himself on sale, and I paid the price. I already understood that it is a tradition in the Collective that boys are bred on the block to claim ownership. The curtains can be open or closed. Truth be told, I’m not much of an exhibitionist, but my dick is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m still establishing a reputation here and didn’t want to come across as a prude. The curtains would stay open.Besides, this was boy Grayson’s first auction. He needed to lie there on the block with his legs spread wide, getting his hole plowed like the fuckboy he had just become, with a room full of men watching him be used. He may or may not have gone to sex clubs, but that’s different. Everybody is naked. Everybody is doing their own thing. Here he was the only one naked. I didn’t even drop my pants, and the men were sitting there with drinks and cigars, some of them groping their leaking dicks watching one of the hottest boys in the Collective get his ass bred by me.There was no need for any warm-up, no cruising, no flirting, no negotiation and no seduction. Just me, my hard dick, and the warm, tight hole I just paid a million dollars for. I rammed into him, and he took it, moaning like a whore. He clearly wanted this as much as I did. I took my time, put on a good show. Then I bred him with one of the hardest orgasms in my life. I pulled out, looked down at his wrecked, cum-glazed hole, tossed a rag on his chest, and said, “Clean yourself up!” Later, I’ll get to know him, I guess. Right now he’s my toy to use like a twunk fleshlight, and I feel like a G-damn KING!