Just days after his first encounter, Boy Lane Colten received another invitation from the secretive sexual club. Donning his newly appointed uniform—a black bowtie and jockstrap—he braced himself for whatever awaited him this time.
Master Felix Kamp was given the honor of presenting Boy Lane to the members, who were eager to bid for a chance to possess this prime young fuck toy. Unlike his first one-on-one experience, this felt intensely voyeuristic, with countless eyes watching as Master Kamp’s hands glided over Lane’s body, showcasing his assets and arousing him before the paying audience. The moment Master Kamp touched him, Lane’s cock hardened instantly.
The sensation of oil dripping onto his skin sent Lane’s head spinning, as Master Kamp massaged it into his chest. Bent over on all fours to display his hole, the bidding soared to an astonishingly high value. A winner was quickly declared among the Collective’s members.
Master Adam Snow claimed Boy Lane as his prize, teasing him with a few lashings of his tongue while stroking Lane’s hard cock. Lane realized he had been purchased by a dominant man who sought only to use his hole for pleasure. The thrill was unlike anything he had experienced, intensifying the sexual exchange. Knowing his place, Lane submitted to Master Snow’s demands, opening his mouth to suck on his thick cock.
Lane straddled his new master, slowly lowering himself onto the thick shaft. Taking almost every inch, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as he submitted to the large member. Now on his back, Master Snow had his way with Lane, gliding his cock effortlessly in and out of his fully loosened hole. Wearing only a tie, Master Snow used it to bind Lane’s cock like a cock ring, tightening it around his balls to prolong his hard-on.
Lane never expected such an intense experience. The members of the Collective were far kinkier than he had imagined, leaving him wondering where his next encounter might lead. By the time Master Snow had him on all fours, Lane was practically fucking himself on the huge dick, questioning just how much of a cockhound he would become as a slave to these members.
Boy For Sale
THE BOY LANE Chapter 2 – The Auction
Just days after his first encounter, Boy Lane Colten received another invitation from the secretive sexual club. Donning his newly appointed uniform—a black bowtie and jockstrap—he braced himself for whatever awaited him this time.
Master Felix Kamp was given the honor of presenting Boy Lane to the members, who were eager to bid for a chance to possess this prime young fuck toy. Unlike his first one-on-one experience, this felt intensely voyeuristic, with countless eyes watching as Master Kamp’s hands glided over Lane’s body, showcasing his assets and arousing him before the paying audience. The moment Master Kamp touched him, Lane’s cock hardened instantly.
The sensation of oil dripping onto his skin sent Lane’s head spinning, as Master Kamp massaged it into his chest. Bent over on all fours to display his hole, the bidding soared to an astonishingly high value. A winner was quickly declared among the Collective’s members.
Master Adam Snow claimed Boy Lane as his prize, teasing him with a few lashings of his tongue while stroking Lane’s hard cock. Lane realized he had been purchased by a dominant man who sought only to use his hole for pleasure. The thrill was unlike anything he had experienced, intensifying the sexual exchange. Knowing his place, Lane submitted to Master Snow’s demands, opening his mouth to suck on his thick cock.
Lane straddled his new master, slowly lowering himself onto the thick shaft. Taking almost every inch, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as he submitted to the large member. Now on his back, Master Snow had his way with Lane, gliding his cock effortlessly in and out of his fully loosened hole. Wearing only a tie, Master Snow used it to bind Lane’s cock like a cock ring, tightening it around his balls to prolong his hard-on.
Lane never expected such an intense experience. The members of the Collective were far kinkier than he had imagined, leaving him wondering where his next encounter might lead. By the time Master Snow had him on all fours, Lane was practically fucking himself on the huge dick, questioning just how much of a cockhound he would become as a slave to these members.