Master Scott has bought Boy Zac in the boy’s first auction. He steps up onto the stage after the bidding is over. Boy Zac isn’t a virgin. However much sexual experience a boy has had, though, his first time on the block, he hasn’t been fucked by a master. Not a real master. Not a complete stranger that bid on him and bought his ass. Not the first man who owns him. Training a fucktoy means seducing him. Not wooing him like a lover; getting under his skin, getting into his thoughts, becoming a drug that he can’t resist even if he wants to, and finally conquering that last bit of independence that makes him want to. Master Scott can see that in him, almost smell it, feel that when he fucks that last bit of resistance out of him. Today is the first step; making him realize that he is Master Scott’s. Owned. His holes are owned, his body is owned. His mind is owned. If Master Scott can capture it, and he will. Ever since he saw Boy Zac on display before the auction started, he’s been looking forward to eating his ass. Master Scott loves the taste of ass juice and boy sweat; taking his time, building the anticipation of driving his cock through that tight wrinkled entrance deep into a boy’s warm, velvet soft guts. He loves fucking. The thing he thinks he loves even more though is making a boy willingly give up his manhood and become a hole for him to fuck. And this boy is such a good one!