Master Wheeler and I share a close bond, and through him, I had the chance to meet Colton Fox on several occasions. Though our interactions were brief and formal—with Colton standing silently behind his master, eyes downcast—I couldn’t help but notice his appealing features. He possesses a certain charm, a sweet smile that he tries to conceal, and a well-proportioned, fit physique that caught my attention.
When Jonah confided in me that he was ready to part ways with Colton, my curiosity was sparked. Jonah, Colton’s first master, has a tendency to grow bored with his slaves quickly. He appreciates the timid, frightened look in their eyes but soon finds them lacking in challenge. I’ve often advised him that he needs someone with more spirit, a brat who can keep him engaged.
I saw an opportunity in Colton. Jonah had trained him well, and he seemed unlikely to flee, either literally or figuratively. I desired a boy who knew how to serve but still retained some vulnerability—a rare find, as boys passed among multiple masters often become jaded and guarded. Colton, with his single master experience, was someone I could still mold to my desires.
My exterior may come across as gruff, but I have a softer side that I choose to reveal selectively. I believed that Colton, accustomed to Jonah’s playful demeanor, would find me intimidating, which suited me just fine. Jonah wanted me to buy Colton, knowing I would provide a good home. I suspect he also hoped to keep Colton in his orbit, hinting at future encounters where we might swap boys after a night of indulgence.
Regardless of Jonah’s motives, I needed a boy, and Colton checked all my boxes. With Jonah’s assurance of Colton’s deep throat and tight ass, I was determined to win the auction. As a Taurus, when I set my sights on something, I always get it.
The moment of claiming a boy is unparalleled. Stepping into the spotlight, locking eyes with him, and knowing that he is now yours is an exhilarating experience. In the days that follow, the relationship deepens, but in that initial moment, the dynamic is simple: owner and property.
Colton knelt before me, his oiled skin glistening under the spotlight, his ass presented and his sweet hole visible between his spread cheeks. Some masters believe in asserting dominance through immediate, forceful sex, but I prefer to savor the experience. I intended to taste Colton before fucking him, to enjoy the pleasure of exploring his body before claiming it fully.
As I spread him open, his groans of “You’re so big, Sir!” were music to my ears. He would soon grow accustomed to my size, but for now, the moment was all about my pleasure and the anticipation of what was to come.
Boy For Sale
THE BOY COLTON Chapter 4 – The Auction
Master Wheeler and I share a close bond, and through him, I had the chance to meet Colton Fox on several occasions. Though our interactions were brief and formal—with Colton standing silently behind his master, eyes downcast—I couldn’t help but notice his appealing features. He possesses a certain charm, a sweet smile that he tries to conceal, and a well-proportioned, fit physique that caught my attention.
When Jonah confided in me that he was ready to part ways with Colton, my curiosity was sparked. Jonah, Colton’s first master, has a tendency to grow bored with his slaves quickly. He appreciates the timid, frightened look in their eyes but soon finds them lacking in challenge. I’ve often advised him that he needs someone with more spirit, a brat who can keep him engaged.
I saw an opportunity in Colton. Jonah had trained him well, and he seemed unlikely to flee, either literally or figuratively. I desired a boy who knew how to serve but still retained some vulnerability—a rare find, as boys passed among multiple masters often become jaded and guarded. Colton, with his single master experience, was someone I could still mold to my desires.
My exterior may come across as gruff, but I have a softer side that I choose to reveal selectively. I believed that Colton, accustomed to Jonah’s playful demeanor, would find me intimidating, which suited me just fine. Jonah wanted me to buy Colton, knowing I would provide a good home. I suspect he also hoped to keep Colton in his orbit, hinting at future encounters where we might swap boys after a night of indulgence.
Regardless of Jonah’s motives, I needed a boy, and Colton checked all my boxes. With Jonah’s assurance of Colton’s deep throat and tight ass, I was determined to win the auction. As a Taurus, when I set my sights on something, I always get it.
The moment of claiming a boy is unparalleled. Stepping into the spotlight, locking eyes with him, and knowing that he is now yours is an exhilarating experience. In the days that follow, the relationship deepens, but in that initial moment, the dynamic is simple: owner and property.
Colton knelt before me, his oiled skin glistening under the spotlight, his ass presented and his sweet hole visible between his spread cheeks. Some masters believe in asserting dominance through immediate, forceful sex, but I prefer to savor the experience. I intended to taste Colton before fucking him, to enjoy the pleasure of exploring his body before claiming it fully.
As I spread him open, his groans of “You’re so big, Sir!” were music to my ears. He would soon grow accustomed to my size, but for now, the moment was all about my pleasure and the anticipation of what was to come.