The Boy Serg – Chapter 1 – The Grooming (with Master Kamp)
Boy Serg made his appearance in front of our Buyers Group in a less conventional way than normal. He had caught the eye of one of our Buyers when he was out by the roadside begging for money and, with well behaved and well practiced motions, his mouth made its way onto our cocks like he’d already gone through our usual process. Fortunately for us, his wallet is consistently exhausted we found him again in the same spot, and found that he was ready to give his body for our cause.
I bring the poor, broke boy back to be properly groomed for the rest of our Buyers. I can see he’s nervous as I navigate him into the black room where I can examine his body with no distraction. He’s wearing shorts and a thin white tee that exposes his hard nipples. I peel his shirt off, feeling those nubs between my fingertips. He breathes heavily, his nervous tension leaving and being replaced with submissive desire. I put more pressure on his erect nipples to encourage this correct response.
Every curve of his muscular body is highlighted by the dim light in the room. I lay my large hands all over his chest and back, feeling the smoothness of his hairless body as my own cock starts to grow. I can tell his nipples are a sensitive spot as I go back for more; he can’t seem to control his moaning as he leans into my own muscular build.
His cock is bursting out of his thin underwear, ready to be freed and given the attention it so desperately needs. But not yet, I determine. Instead, I turn him around to get a closer look at the ass he will be giving up to our Buyers. It pleases me to see his smooth bubble butt, which will make a fine addition to any of our Buyers collections. I give a good slap, and consider which toy I will be using to split what I am certain is a needy hole.
I lay him down on the table and spread oil all over his back and down the crevice of his ass. I grip the table and bring his hole towards my lubed-up finger. As I enter him, his moan grows into uncontrollable howls of pleasure. My fingers find the walls of his hole. The animalistic pleasure I can hear in his moans give me confidence that this boy’s hole will be used over and over again and both parties involved will be satisfied.
