A mix of excitement and nervousness washed over Lane Colten as he entered the discreet location provided to him after being chosen as the newest boy for sale. Having had some prior experience with dominance and submission, he was eager to see what was in store for him with a real slave auction house in control of his experience. He was eager to explore his own limits within this specialized kind of sex. The leather bars just didn’t cut it anymore. Lane wanted to feel like he was being completely used; it was a strange erotic fantasy he felt deep within him, and when presented with the opportunity, he jumped at the chance.
Master Felix Kamp would oversee the initial stages of the boy’s transition into the Collective. His large frame and formal attire demanded a sense of respect from the young man. He guided Lane onto the dimly lit bench that lay before them, not providing much conversation but being firm in his delegation of instructions.
The uncertain Lane practically trembled as he tried to follow the man’s orders, immediately being corrected on how he addressed Master Kamp. Lane was used to submitting to men at his own leisure but was still adjusting to the type of dynamic being asked of him. He understood how to take orders, but the added layer of referring to the men as Sir was something he would have to get used to.
This was not the type of situation that Lane could back out of if he decided he wasn’t interested. Being initiated by Master Kamp meant that certain expectations would be thrust upon him. Lane questioned whether this was a good decision and if this was the correct path for him to learn about the world of domination. But all of that fell away once he felt Master Kamp’s hands on him, almost as though the touch had activated the boy’s submissive side.
Short of breath as his clothes were taken off on his behalf, Lane’s skin was covered in goosebumps as he felt Master Kamp’s tongue invade his backdoor. Soft moans could be heard escaping the gay boy slave as the rimming turned his body on and his brain off.
Soon, Lane forgot what his worries were as Master Kamp took full control of the sexual exchange, teasing the boy’s hung erection nonchalantly as he opened his hole. This gay twink slave was enjoying himself, that was plain to see. Master Kamp brought out a glass dildo that matched the size of Lane’s hard cock. He teased the bottom boy with it before using it to penetrate his tight entrance.
Being presented with his own uniform—a black jockstrap and black bowtie—Lane understood that he was now an official slave in the Collective. However, rather than mixed emotions, he only felt excitement to see what they had planned for him next, and the boy wouldn’t have to wait long.
Boy For Sale
THE BOY LANE Chapter 1 – The Grooming
A mix of excitement and nervousness washed over Lane Colten as he entered the discreet location provided to him after being chosen as the newest boy for sale. Having had some prior experience with dominance and submission, he was eager to see what was in store for him with a real slave auction house in control of his experience. He was eager to explore his own limits within this specialized kind of sex. The leather bars just didn’t cut it anymore. Lane wanted to feel like he was being completely used; it was a strange erotic fantasy he felt deep within him, and when presented with the opportunity, he jumped at the chance.
Master Felix Kamp would oversee the initial stages of the boy’s transition into the Collective. His large frame and formal attire demanded a sense of respect from the young man. He guided Lane onto the dimly lit bench that lay before them, not providing much conversation but being firm in his delegation of instructions.
The uncertain Lane practically trembled as he tried to follow the man’s orders, immediately being corrected on how he addressed Master Kamp. Lane was used to submitting to men at his own leisure but was still adjusting to the type of dynamic being asked of him. He understood how to take orders, but the added layer of referring to the men as Sir was something he would have to get used to.
This was not the type of situation that Lane could back out of if he decided he wasn’t interested. Being initiated by Master Kamp meant that certain expectations would be thrust upon him. Lane questioned whether this was a good decision and if this was the correct path for him to learn about the world of domination. But all of that fell away once he felt Master Kamp’s hands on him, almost as though the touch had activated the boy’s submissive side.
Short of breath as his clothes were taken off on his behalf, Lane’s skin was covered in goosebumps as he felt Master Kamp’s tongue invade his backdoor. Soft moans could be heard escaping the gay boy slave as the rimming turned his body on and his brain off.
Soon, Lane forgot what his worries were as Master Kamp took full control of the sexual exchange, teasing the boy’s hung erection nonchalantly as he opened his hole. This gay twink slave was enjoying himself, that was plain to see. Master Kamp brought out a glass dildo that matched the size of Lane’s hard cock. He teased the bottom boy with it before using it to penetrate his tight entrance.
Being presented with his own uniform—a black jockstrap and black bowtie—Lane understood that he was now an official slave in the Collective. However, rather than mixed emotions, he only felt excitement to see what they had planned for him next, and the boy wouldn’t have to wait long.