Master Scott unlocks the cage, and boy Colton crawls out, sitting on the block there in the dungeon. The man is overcome. He misses him. He misses everything about him. Master Scott couldn’t help himself. He kisses the boy, and strokes his fingers over his soft skin, straightening his bow tie like a proud father. Then he puts the boy on his knees, and looks down at his ass. It’s not the roundest or firmest, but somehow it’s as perfect as the rest of him. Master Scott drops to his knees to worship it with his tongue. So sweet, so familiar. Boy Colton lays on his stomach and let his old master fuck his throat, obedient, open and unresisting. That’s only the first course, though. Master Scott is there to fuck. Partly, because he enjoys it, but also to remind him of what their places are, he lays back on the block and orders the boy to take him in his ass. There is just something about that. Making a boy give up his own hole. Making him impale himself on a fat dick before he’s broken in, inflicting the pain of his hole stretching to take a big cock on himself, for someone else’s pleasure. When he is opened up, Master Scott turns him over and really fucks him, taking his time, enjoying every moment of being with him again. He held out as long as he could, but eventually he had to breed him. He had saved up his load for days, and drained his balls dry. When he pulls out, a stream of thick white seed pours out. The boy is still cute. Still as fuckable as ever.
