Before I found my fortune (I don’t lie, but I would rather not say I won the lottery unless I have to), I spent years as a football coach surrounded every day by fit, handsome young men. I’m not complaining, but, obviously, it was strictly "look, don’t touch.” Even off the school grounds, I couldn’t afford the bad optics of potentially getting caught with my hands down the shorts of a boy “young enough to be my son.” Then I had the means to retire, so I did. I had the freedom to fuck anybody I chose, and I chose young men like the ones I couldn’t have. I’m not a bad-looking man, and I’ve got a decent sized cock. Lucky for me “Daddies” are popular now, and I'm prime beef. The thing is, these young Zoomers are fickle as hell. I guess twenty-year-olds always have been. I was complaining to my friend Dick about it, and he told me there was another option. If I was up for it. There is a very secret, very exclusive club for wealthy gentlemen that share my taste in young men. It’s called the Collective. They keep a harem of submissive young men willing to be bought and sold. I mean, these men buy and sell boys as sex toys. At first I was shocked. Then I was aroused. Then my better judgement checked in and told me this was over the line. I mean, no shade on the guys who do it, but seriously!Then this twink I had been flirting with for three weeks ghosted and blocked me the night he was coming over. WTF?! I’m over it! I’m in. I called my friend and asked for an invite. I was almost afraid to imagine what I was getting myself into. Outside, it’s a rundown warehouse in a very sketchy neighborhood. Inside, it’s an uptown gentleman’s club with oak paneling and old leather, top-shelf liquor and jackets and ties required. In about two seconds flat, I went from thinking I was headed to the gutter to thinking I might not be good enough to breathe air that rich. Everyone was more than welcoming, though. I was told there were no expectations, and I should take my time before I bid.I mean, I would hope so. Buying a boy is no small leap to take. I’ve been to several auctions. I wasn’t rushing to bid tonight. Then he stepped through the curtain, and I just knew. The blood rushed to my dick so fast that it almost made me dizzy. That look in his eyes, nervous but needy. The way he seemed to almost jump every time he was given an order. He’s new, but I’ve already given that some thought. I don’t think I want an experienced slave. A boy who already has ideas about what service should be and, perhaps, judge me for my inexperience or at least have me judging myself.No, I wanted boy Jace. We will figure this out together. I will mold him into the boy that I want. I’ll leave it to some other master to fix my “mistakes.” I spent a lot for him. More than I meant to, but not more than I should have. I go to many auctions, not sex slave auctions, but they are no different in one respect. You set your maximum limit before the bidding starts. If the bidding passes that limit before the gavel falls, there will always be a next time. On the other hand, there are times when you just have to let yourself off the leash, or you will regret it for a very long time.I stepped up on stage and ordered Jace to open my pants. He looked up at me with moist, pleading eyes as he took the head of my cock between his lips. I sighed, both from a sense of pleasure as my dick sank into his warm, wet mouth and also in relief. This was not a time to have been stingy. I’ve fucked a lot of cute young men, but I could already tell this one was special. He kept looking up at me, seemingly afraid he might not be doing it right. There will be time later to tell him he sucks me perfectly. We were on the auction stage, and this was my debut as a master. I kept my demeanor serious and dominant.The time came to fuck him. He opened his hole for me, giving me his body, but caressing me with a snug grip around my invading rod. He didn’t whimper or even gasp; he just stayed there on the block, submitting, letting me use him. It was the most amazing fuck I’ve ever had, knowing this was about me, about my needs. No politics, no seduction, no question, my hot, sweet little fuckboy to use anyway I liked.I knew then why men would spend upwards of a million dollars on a sex slave. They are worth every penny! I fully intend to get my money’s worth. Every stroke of my cock in and out of that boy's sweet warm hole was absolute ecstasy. Then I pounded a load so deep into his guts that it didn’t even spill back out. I swear, as long as I own him, not a single drop of cum in my balls is going anywhere but in that million-dollar hole.