Rather than step into an unknown situation, Grayson waited for his friend to go to the restroom and followed him in. Alone with the friend, he first offered to rescue him. Then threatened to call the police. The only way out was for our boy to tell him the truth. This might have been extremely problematic. As it happened, Grayson was not shocked and appalled. Quite the opposite! He wanted in. The boy went back to his master and explained the situation. The next day, the master discretely accosted Grayson at the store where he worked, suggested that they had a “mutual friend,” and handed him a card.

Thus, I pulled up at the appointed rendezvous and invited him to get in the car. I seriously had my doubts, until I saw him. I still had doubts, but I was desperately hoping those doubts were unfounded. We talked on the way back to the clubhouse. Even more once we got there. He convinced me that he was serious. This really was what he wanted. He had been exploring master/slave relationships online and in porn. He had met a few alleged masters on the apps, and they had left him disappointed and disillusioned.

When he ran into his friend at the restaurant, he was on the verge of giving up hope, thinking that the whole thing was just a fantasy. I assured him that The Collective is very, very real. As real as it gets. A real auction where real young men are sold, and bought with real money, a lot of it, to be kept in 24/7 absolute submission and sexual service. To be used in any way their master sees fit, short of physical damage or psychological abuse, until they tire of him and sell him on to another man willing to pay handsomely to use him, as well. Nothing I said changed his mind. I might have even exaggerated a bit just to test him.

I thought he was a very sexy, desirable young man, but I didn’t need him until I took him onto the stage and put him on the block to test him. I said something about his future master. He looked at me wide-eyed and asked, “You’re not my master?” Suddenly, every cell in my body wanted to scream, “Yeah, boy! I’m your fucking master!” I wanted to strip his clothes off and plow his ass harder than I’ve ever fucked a hole in my life. Discipline is not just for slaves, though. A master only has as much power as that which he can control. I bit my lip and explained again that he would be auctioned off and belong to the man who placed the highest bid.

I tried to go through the prescribed grooming process. He was passing with flying colors. He has a beautiful body, and one of the best holes I’ve ever seen. I tried to resist but a man can only fight so hard. I had to feel my cock inside of him just for a second. Just to sooth the ache in my balls with the warmth of his body. He was already well opened up from my working on him. I slid right in, although his hole seemed to tighten to embrace me. When I looked down at him, his eyes were wide dark pools of hunger and submission.

My intention to just test him turned into an uncontrollable need to fuck him. That would not really have been bending the rules too far. As I reached the point of withdrawal, though, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to plant my seed in his guts and own him, if only for a little while. I begged him not to tell, and I’m sure he will keep our secret. I cleaned him up and locked him in a cage. I couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke his hair through the grating. Then I went home and fucked three more loads into my Fleshlight, just thinking about the way he looked up at me as I clicked that padlock into place and put the key in my pocket.