The Boy Milo - The Prize

Slaveboy feared that he had not lived up to his Master’s expectations, but was assured that his Master was happy with him and Boy Milo did not fail his Master. Another boy had caught Master Stone’s eye and it was simply time for a change. Having been so fortunate in his first sale, Boy Milo wondered if he dared hope twice to be so lucky. He knelt on the block trembling with dread but trying to turn that into an air of demure vulnerability. It must have worked, as the bids quickly climbed to a respectable level.

The auction ended and Boy Milo almost felt nauseated in the interminable pause while the sale was finalized. Master Marko first appeared as a massive shadow looming beyond the lights, well more than six feet tall and thick with muscles. The Slaveboy quivered with fear, but a moment later a giant bear stepped into the light and Boy Milo felt his cock swell. His new Master was very handsome and, while he radiated absolute strength and power, his eyes glittered with lust and he greeted his new toy with a reassuring smile.

He was no virgin and his Master knew it, so there was little need for a warm up. He was fucked, deep and hard, and Milo took it with pleasure. It was an anointing, of sorts, one that marked the completion of a sale.