Since Master Ballard loaned Colton to me, I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind. His wide deep eyes beg to please, his round cheeks and tight sweet hole that trembles when I force my cock into him. He is as close to perfect as a boy could be. The truth is he reminds me a lot of my son. Then I remember that he’s not my son. I own him. I can do things to Colton that I could never dream of doing to my son, and my cock gets so hard it hurts. He’s my plaything, my fucktoy. An adorable boy that’s all mine; whose only role in life, while I own him, is to please me. The thing that pleases me most is using his ass. I’m going to do my best to keep him bred 24/7. I love to take his pants down and press my face into his hole and taste my last load. After Master Ballard loaned Colton to me, I couldn’t believe he would ever let go of a boy like him. He eventually got bored and put him up for sale. I suppose I will get tired of him, too, eventually. Not yet, though. Right now, I need to go find him to suck the precum out of the shorts I’m wearing, and get his ass in the air for my hard dripping dick.