Boy for Sale – The Boy Tom Chapter 15 – The Prize with Master Armstrong

I watched my boy crawl up to me on hands and knees, well-trained and knowledgeable about how to serve his masters. It put a smile on my face to imagine all the men who must have come before me who had helped to discipline him to be so attentive. How fortunate was I to get to reap the rewards of their labors? All I had to do was sit back, relax, and watch as my sweet, baby-faced boy lived up to his duties as a slave…

He took off my clothes, carefully and attentively folding them as he placed them to the side. As much as I could tell he wanted my touch and my cock, he did not disrespect me by casting my fine things aside as if they were waste. Instead, he showed his honor for my simple pants like they were the finest silks, needing care and consideration.

Once he got through the simple protocol of undressing me, he gazed upon my massive cock, clearly enamored with its size and strength. It was rock hard, knowing what I could do with the small, young man kneeling before me!