Colton has been around for several years now. The talk about him around the Collective seems to get better and better. He is shy and quiet, very submissive. Some masters like boys with a little more spunk. I don’t agree. I much prefer a boy that knows his place. That is sitting at my feet, looking up at me with deep eyes that reflect total worship and adoration. When Master Kamp brought him out onto the stage, the lights showed him off to very flattering effect. I had already decided that I would bid, but seeing him on his knees, shoulders down, hole on full display as Kamp’s fingers circled around it, teasing, set my mind. The tip of my tongue tingled with that thought of being where those fingers were. I love eating a boy out almost as much as fucking him. Don’t get me wrong. If I get that close to a boy, he’s going to feel my dick, but anticipation is half the pleasure. Stepping up onto that stage and meeting a slave for the first time is a rush I can hardly describe. It’s like the olive in a martini, so tasty you might almost order one for that pleasure alone. Colton was there, head down, legs spread, ass up. I’m pretty sure he saw me step onto the stage, but he didn’t register it. I slapped him hard on his cheeks. Doubtless he’s heard that I like to play rough. I’ll show him my dungeon soon enough. Right then it was time to feast. I dropped to my knees and leaned into the round twin melons of his ass. Delicious!
