The Boy Noah, Chapter 3: The Prize
For me, I was as horny as every boy my age, to be sure. But also like most boys my age, I wasn’t exactly in tune with my wants and proclivities before I came to the Masters. I was trained in submission and obedience, guided by older, sexier, richer men than I had ever known.
Maybe others would find this transaction difficult. I did not.
The man who ultimately won the bid for my body was Master Marko, who, like Master Stone, was a towering, intimidating, and entirely-too-sexy specimen of a man.
Master Marko instructed me to help him undress. Everything about this man seemed massive in comparison to me. His big burly chest and thick muscular thighs seemed barely contained in his button up shirt and snug fitting slacks. His big meaty butt made it look as if he had been sewn into the pants.
I had the older man naked in a matter of minutes, and his masculine, hairy body stood in front of me, glowing, his hard cock pointed straight out at me with what felt like a laser focus. I ended up on my knees and tried to choke down his rigid meat, and I don’t even remember how long it took for me to end up bent over the bed with one leg perched up. Time had lost all meaning. I just knew that it was a blur between swallowing his cock in my mouth and taking it into my tight hole…
