A stranger in a leather bar seduced the Boy Lane, working him into a frenzy of desire before handing him The Card. The expensive calling card with the Collective’s address printed on it, in a simple black font. This was the key to the rabbit hole. The strange man knew the boy would jump. He had seen the look in his eyes. The equal mix of fear and desire, that the man had seen in the eyes of many other boys. Boys with that look always jumped. Lane did. He began his wild journey into slavery in the Collective that ended with him kneeling on a block, blinded by a spotlight. For sale. An end… and a beginning? Master Snow won the auction and claimed his new slave. Now, back home in his room it is time for him to enjoy his Prize. Boy Lane crawls into the room on his knees hesitant and humble as Master Snow beckons him closer. After Boy Lane has undressed him, Master Snow kisses his new toy, but not as a lover. The man tastes the boy, enjoying him, like sips of vintage burgundy, or puffs off of an expensive cigar. He makes his slave undress him, suck him. He eats the boy’s ass like it is the best thing he has ever tasted. Then he makes Boy Lane straddle his powerful muscular torso and impale himself on his master’s impossibly fat cock. The boy can’t help but cry out in pain as his hole is stretched open, but his cock stays hard with the ecstasy of giving himself up to his new master. When Master Snow rolls Boy Lane onto his back and mounts his toy to breed him, Boy Lane knows that when his master plows his seed deep into his guts, his fate will be sealed, but his life will be complete.