As was his right, Master Mathew Figata gave Maxx Monroe a proper breaking in on the auction block. He put his hand on the back of the boy’s neck and brought him close to his mouth, kissing him and letting him taste him. Figata’s tongue massaged his, feeling it work deep where his cock had been before. He knew that Maxx was good at swallowing a man’s shaft, so he pulled his out to get it wet and hard.
For Master Figata, nothing sets the mood like feeling a boy worship his cock, working it to the base and gagging on its length. It lets the boy know that he’s his master, and makes him feel like a king. But Master Figata didn’t need a blowjob. With just enough saliva on the head of his penis to keep it slick, he turned Maxx around and immediately slid into his tight hole.
The master could tell it wasn’t easy for him. Maxx’s face clenched, and he let out a pained whimper as the muscle daddy pushed in. Some boys are tighter than others, and boy, was he tight. Figata pushed in harder, trying to get him to loosen up, but he seemed to clench down even more, gripping his cock like a warm, wet, velvet vice.
