From the moment I laid eyes on Serg, I knew I had to own him. Bidding at the auction was frenetic. Word had gotten around that Master Kamp had acquired someone very special and when the Buyers saw the beautiful Boy in front of them, they went crazy.
But today I’ll be outbid by no one. I paid through the nose, but instinctively knew that every penny was money well spent.
I instructed Boy Serg to undress me, which he did with surprising tenderness. My dick bulged in my underwear. I knew it scared him. How could a dick this size not?
I told him I wanted him to give me head. He rapidly got onto his knees and began to mastefully suck my weapon through the fabric while I played with his ass.
Once free of my underwear I turned him around and pushed the tip of my dick into his hole. The look on his face was priceless: a blend of unadulterated pleasure mixed with profound agony.
I started gently—almost imperceptibly—until I felt him relaxing. Then I flipped him onto his back so that I could watch his face as I pounded him with more force. The Boy was soon gasping and yelling, engulfed by feelings of pure ecstasy.
I fought wave-after-wave of desire, desperate not to shoot, so that I could eke every second of potential pleasure from this encounter. But eventually I passed the point of no return, exploding a heavy load deep into his heaving stomach.
