The truth was, while I wouldn’t bankrupt myself for a mere boy, my available funds are more than generous and I was willing to pay a lot to feel my cock sliding into his tight hole. In the end I paid a lot, but not as much as I was willing to, and Boy Marcus is worth every penny. Auctions at the Collective are deliciously painful. The process always ends with a boy being sold to a lucky bidder, but there is no race for the closing bell. Members show up for auctions who have no intention of placing a bid. They are simply there to enjoy a glass, or two, of top shelf whiskey, smoke an expensive cigar and enjoy the show.

The auctions are as much a live sex show as a boy sale. The auctioneers have free range with the boys they are selling, with the exception of virgins whose asses are reserved for the men who pay an extra premium for that privilege. If the auctioneer chooses, he can fuck the boy during the sell. Likewise, it’s customary for the new buyer to fuck his new property on the block before he accepts delivery, as it were. He can do that with the curtains open, or closed. There are many men who consider it a thrill to show off their big dicks and their skill at using a slave.

I won the bidding. I had no intention whatsoever of losing. I closed the curtain though. It’s not that I had any reason to. My dick is larger than only a few men in the Collective, my body is enviable, and I’m not modest. The thing is that some things are best left to the imagination. I was fairly certain that Marcus would be squealing the first time he took my cock. Boys almost always do. I was going to make certain he did.

So, do I show the Collective how I fuck a boy? Or close the curtains and only let them hear him scream and wonder what I’m doing to him. Yeah! I got Marcus on his knees and fucked his mouth. There was no way he was going to take me down his throat. For a boy as small as he is, it would probably be physically impossible, no matter how eager he was, or how much practice I gave him. Asses are a different matter, though. They stretch far wider than even the size of my cock.

That doesn’t mean they stretch easily and I was hoping Marcus wouldn’t. When the time came, I laid back on the block and made him impale himself on my fat dick. Especially the first time, it’s not enough for a boy to spread his legs and let me take him. I know that without any warm up, he’s going to feel like he’s losing his cherry all over again. I want him to give me that; to force himself down on my cock, whimpering, moaning, screaming. The louder the better, and he’s doing it to himself. Stretching his own hole open until he feels like he’s being split in two. For me. His Master. Because I said so.

Of course, as soon as he is riding me without too much effort, it’s time for me to take over and fuck him. I paid a lot for this boy and I got my money’s worth. The next auction could wait. I fucked him long and slow, until forcing my cock deep through his tight hole and deep into his slim, smooth, pretty body was more than I could take. It was time to fuck my seed into this boy and make him mine.