Description: The Boy Milo was proving to be one of the hottest commodities of the Buyer’s Club. He was valuable goods that provided any and every service the boundless imagination of the wealthy Masters of the club could dream up. As Master Stone brought the bronze-skinned twink onto the dimly lit auction floor for his second time, Boy Milo emanated an allure unparalleled. Now firmly settled in his role The Boy, once nervous and meek when he first came into being sold, was now well-practiced in letting the elder auction Masters present him to all the bidders. Upon his inaugural debut to the hungry crowd of discerning connoisseurs, Milo’s presence beckoned a cascade of fervent bidders, each vying to lay claim to his youthful, taut body for the night. This time around, with word having spread about the boy’s talents, the auction room was electrified with anticipation. Who would get him? What deeds would they defile him with, and would the winning Master share his prize? Master Stone had Milo lay out across the table on all fours, and the bids began to roll in. Split seconds went by as one was quickly outbid by another. Master Stone, while stoic and professional as humanly possible, found himself just as entranced and intoxicated by the beautifully tanned boy as the crowd. He let his fingers linger as he showed off The Boy’s brown puckering hole to the audience, even taking The Boy’s little foot and letting it press and rise against his own crotch. Master Stone’s cock ached in his slacks as he marveled at The Boy’s nearly naked body. The boy’s eager moans only exacerbated this. The bidding, however, came to an end, one man had emerged as the winner. Bearded, thick Master Marko had the winning call with a record-shattering final bid. The echoes of Boy Milo’s moans reverberated through his mind as he walked onto the auction floor to claim his prize. His steely eyes wandered over the boy with desire, astonishment, and admiration. There would be no buyer’s remorse here… The muscular old man came up behind Boy Milo and immediately saw that The Boy’s own cock was sticking straight out, just barely restrained under the fabric of the black jockstrap. Master Marko let his hands roam over The Boy’s body, the youth practically melting into his new Master’s hands and arms as he explored. Milo's hard dick bounced uncontrollably when Master Marko sniffed and kissed his neck. Boy Milo was turned around back onto his knees as the Master began to undress, revealing his massive, hairy chest before undoing his pants and presenting The Boy with his big daddy cock. Boy Milo didn’t need much literal direction anymore; he knew what was expected of him. He quickly took Master Marko’s swelling cock into his hungry mouth, which grew as Boy Milo slobbered and moaned all over it. The man then made his way behind Boy Milo and let his tongue and fingers explore The Boy’s puckering chute. Boy Milo’s moans increased in both volume and yearning, begging to be used however this new Master pleased without having to actually ask. Master Marko responded in kind, fingering and lubing up The Boy’s hole before standing up and pointing his fat cockhead at the entrance. He popped his head in, with the rest of his long thick meat soon disappearing deep into The Boy’s opening. Master Marko began to slowly pump in and out. Once he felt Boy Milo’s hole had been properly opened up, Master Marko turned his new possession over and sank his entire length back in and started pumping again, this time with more speed and force. Boy Milo's eyes rolled back in his head as the man’s big stiff cock invaded his insides. Master Marko could feel his own balls begin to tighten: the sensations of Boy Milo’s hole, the sound of the moans, and The Boy’s own visible pleasure was too much to handle, even for a man of his renowned endurance. Master Marko grunted as he shot his seed deep inside, pounding forcefully with each spurt. As the last drops dribbled out of his cock and into The Boy, Master Marko was certain in his satisfaction with the purchase.