Master Ballard is already intimately acquainted with Boy Zac. Master Scott had invited him over for a play session, and it was an experience that was hard to forget. When Master Scott decided to put Boy Zac back up for auction, Master Ballard jumped at the chance to have the boy for himself. He prefers his boys broken in, and he likes nothing better than a boy like Zac with a seemingly limitless capacity for submission. Master Ballard is curious how far the boy will allow himself to be pushed, but that is a plan for later. Master Ballard’s deep pockets and determination have won him his prize. Now, as is the custom, he steps into the spotlight, accepts the ring of ownership, and looks down at the doe eyed boy kneeling before him, his cock swelling with the memory of the tight warm hole he had fucked just months before. It is his prerogative to take as much time as he wants, and he has certainly paid enough for the privilege. Aware of the men in the hall watching him, he makes a show of removing his suit coat and rolling up the sleeves of his expensive dress shirt before getting to the task at hand. He pauses for a moment to appreciate his new fuck boy’s near perfect ass, before he sinks to his knees, pressing his face between the boy’s firm downy ass cheeks to taste the sweet musky hole that he will soon be breeding.