Release Year: 2023
Studio: Boy For Sale
Cast: Clayton, Master Kamp
Genres: cum, dildo, fingering, gay, hunk, solo, wanking

The latest acquisition from Master Kamp was a rare prize, undoubtedly. Clayton was a tall, statuesque slab of blond meat this was formed by the rigors of high school football and burden training. In his past existence, fellow was the golden boy of his city. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and studs. The untrained eye would look at Clayton and assume that this boy would become top of the world. But there wasn’t a “top” bone in Clayton’s skin. And merely the analytical eyes of an expert like Master Kamp could watch this truth. Master Kamp ran his hands over the wide lats of Clayton’s broad back as the boy let out a slow breath through his teeth. That guy loved the way Clayton’s muscles moved. They were big, coiled with power, but subservient. Clayton yielded to the Master’s large, probing hands like butter to the knife. Master Kamp lifted up the boy’s gray sweater and revealed 2 extreme, enormous pecs which heaved with his hopeless breath. “What high quality beef,” Kamp thought with a smile. Buddy tweaked and kneaded the boy’s smooth teats, pulling on them ’till they were hard and taut. That chub lasted to undress the boy until bloke was wholly bared and defenseless. Kamp felt Clayton quiver. That guy could tell that the massive youthful man was so eager to be used. Dude gripped the boy’s head roughly and pushed him onto a pedestal in the center of the darkened room, directly underneath the looming present light source. It cast long shadows over their bodies. The boy assumed an yielding form on all fours—Kamp was pleased to watch how naturally Clayton slipped into the correct position. Fellow slapped the jock’s ass. Clayton’s mew was somewhere between and surprise. Kamp knew that that was Clayton’s true voice, and this chub wondered how long the football star had waited for a actual man like the grizzled Master Kamp to smack this sound out of him. Kamp rubbed oil across the boy’s muscles. Buddy noted that Clayton’s strong, smooth legs were so nicely toned, meaty and powerful and ready to absorb anything dealt to em. Master Kamp let his hands slip over the boy’s firm asshole cheeks. Boy measured their circumference with coarse grips, then pushed his thumb towards Clayton’s apperture. Lad circled it slowly then began to probe. The boy gripped the fabric of the pedestal and accepted Master’s fingering. Kamp, his stoic face breaking into a pleased smile from behindhand his beard, worked other slicked-up finger in. Guy pressed gently against the ring of muscle. Man felt the tightness around his knuckle and the warmth of the beyond. "Good boy," Kamp muttered formerly delivering a reaffirming swat to Clayton’s meaty rear. With evidence that the boy’s quivering cavity knew how to behave, Master Kamp rolled up his sleeves and withdrew a clear glass wand. This guy pushed the tapered end slowly into Clayton’s rear, whose voice broke in a weep of delight. His flesh did not resist, but as an alternative opened up to his new Master’s whims. His knees slid and widen his legs further to take as much of the object as Master Kamp was interested in inserting into him. Kamp, with a low laugh, was more than happy to give Clayton what his total skin desired. The Master drew it in-and-out a couple of times before slapping the boy’s ass with sufficient to make it sting. Guy gave one last puncture of the gear formerly pulling it out of the youthful man’s ass and coating it in one greater amount layer of oil. "On your back, boy," Kamp grunted. The blond boy-toy flipped over without delay, nodding with happy abandon. Kamp rolled Clayton onto his appetizing shoulders, like a pinned opponent in a wrestling match, and brought the wand back to Clayton’s hollow. Boy locked eyes with his acquisition, and just the glance alone of the bear-like superior made Clayton shudder with pleasure and surrender. Kamp felt like buddy had conquered some outstanding beast, and tamed it only with the grip of his hands. This strong grip pushed the boy’s legs over his shoulders. With his 1 greater amount hand, guy worked the wand in and out in slow, unfathomable waves. The light-haired boy moaned loudly with every puncture, his whole skin twitching in anticipation. When Master Kamp reached back to slap him on the ass, the jock grunted with labored lust. Kamp recognized Clayton’s love of domination, especially by powerful men, will be worth so much to potential future buyers when the jock prolongs the auction block. Clayton began to stroke himself, his eyes swirling in his head from the hypnotic combination of the wand’s pressure on his prostate and the spanking Kamp was giving him. Kamp kissed at the boy’s thighs, calves, the soles of his feet, and even sucked the waving digits of his curled toes. Everything every touch of this domination broke the boy’s voice and lolled his tongue. “Oh,” Kamp thought, “what a beautiful specimen I have found.” Sensing that the boy’s prostate would in a short time yield, Kamp knew there was but one cavity left to test. This chub lowered the boy’s legs down, allowing his jock skin to drape across the podium. With 1 hand, the Master maintained the wand’s rhythm into his rear. With the 1 greater amount, man stuck in two strong fingers into the boy’s mouth, simulating the face-fucking that chub knew the boy needed and deserved. In and out, chap pushed his fingers, the boy’s face with his own drool. Eventually, Clayton erupted, smearing himself with a long-denied release. Kamp laughed. As the stream of seed eventually subsided from Clayton’s cock, Master Kamp pulled back, exhaled, and admired other skin well-broken. Buddy wiped the sweat off Clayton’s forehead with a towel and tossed it onto the boy’s crumpled, panting flesh. Clayton would have a few moments to rest after his hard orgasm, but that was merely an introduction to his new life. Kamp was sure the boy could handle greater amount, still. And surely, boy would.

Format: mp4
Duration: 30:02
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 7679kbps
Audio: 273kbps

File size: 1.7 GB