This was Master Dawson’s first assignment as a trainer. He was nervous, but excited. The new boy’s name was Jace. He needed to be handled carefully. Many of the boys in the Collective stable come off the streets. Most of those are former hustlers and escorts. They are used to being “owned”. For a few hours at a time, at least. Jace was certainly not the only boy to come from less desperate circumstances, though. Of course, “less desperate” is a relative term. Jace comes with a very solid recommendation from a member who met him online, and they spent a good bit of time exchanging emails. Jace had a roof over his head, but it was just barely a home. It sounded like few questions would be asked if he left, and almost anything off the streets would be an improvement. He will find life among our members to almost be more than he could imagine. On the other hand, he has no real dom/sub experience at all. The man who recommended him did say that the boy had spent a lot of time reading porn and fantasizing and seemed to have a good idea of what to expect and what he wanted. It would be up to me to give him a taste of that and see if it was what he imagined and whether he could handle it. That was how I got assigned to him. It was thought that he would be more pliable and amenable than some of the street-smart boys that need a firmer hand.I took the Collective’s black town car to pick him up. My red Maserati didn’t project the right image, and the Ford F150 was considered too downmarket. I pulled up at the meeting place, and he was waiting with a small backpack. He had been instructed to pack light and assured that everything he needed, clothes, etc., would be provided to him by his first master. I beckon him into the car. He sat there silent and visibly nervous. That was not unusual. Even some of the street-smart boys are caught off guard as the close surroundings of the luxury car causes the gravity of their choice to sink in.Back at the auction house, we went through the procedures, and he performed admirably. Finally, it was time for the part that I had been looking forward to for days, and with almost breathless anticipation since he got into the car. Once he was fully trained, he would be a very sought-after property. As I instructed him to undress, my excitement only grew. He has a flawless body and ass just made to be fucked. I could have spent all night with my face buried in it. Just delicious.I was conscious of the fact that it had already been a long day for the boy, though. I moved on to testing his hole. He was on his back, holding his legs up and back, presenting his body for my pleasure. I picked up the glass butt probe and began to work it into his hole. He might not have experience as a submissive, but he had clearly been fucked. Even with the diameter of the plug, his ass bloomed like a rose, taking it in with nothing more than a whimper from him. Clearly this was something he wanted.I played with his hole for a long time. My face inches away, watching the plug thrust in and out. Seeing up inside his hole stretched around the clear glass bulb. My shorts were wet and sticky with pre-cum. I had been instructed not to fuck him, but I just couldn’t help myself. The temptation was too much. Anyway, who would know? Just a little bit, to see how he would feel.I dropped my pants and thrust into him, telling him not to tell anybody and trusting him to follow my orders. He just lay there looking up at me as my balls rested against his velvety cheeks. God! He was just too perfect. I began to fuck him. I told myself, just a moment. Just a few strokes. Maybe a few more. After I started, I couldn’t stop. Before I knew it, I was breeding him. Full balls pumping my seed into his guts.We both cleaned up, and I led him to a cage. The boys spend their first night in a kennel to show them their place. That is a daunting experience. They don’t know that there is a camera focused on them and a security guard in another room keeping watch. I did not miss the half smile on his lips when he looked up at me through the bars and the look in his eyes, which now seemed more begging than afraid. He would work out well.