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, in all honesty. Clayton was a tall, statuesque slab of blond meat this was formed by the rigors of high school football and load training. In his past life, fellow was the golden boy of his city. Quarterback, prom king, envy of all men and fellows. The untrained eye would look at Clayton and assume this this boy would become top of the world. But there wasn’t a “top” bone in Clayton’s flesh. And just only 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 throughout this his teeth. Bloke loved the way Clayton’s muscles moved. They were gigantic, coiled with power, but subservient. Clayton yielded to the Master’s huge, probing hands like butter to the knife. Master Kamp lifted up the boy’s gray sweater and revealed two heavy, gigantic pecs which heaved with his hopeless breath. “What high quality beef,” Kamp thought with a smile. Boy tweaked and kneaded the boy’s smooth nipps, pulling on em ’till they were intense and taut. Buddy prolonged to undress the boy till dude was absolutely naked and vulnerable. Kamp felt Clayton quiver. Bloke could tell that the large teen man was so eager to be used. Buddy 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 duteous form on all fours—Kamp was pleased to see how naturally Clayton slipped into the correct position. Dude slapped the jock’s ass. Clayton’s mew was somewhere between and surprise. Kamp knew that that was Clayton’s real voice, and gink 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. Man noted this Clayton’s strong, smooth legs were so nicely toned, meaty and powerful and willing to absorb anything dealt to em. Master Kamp let his hands slide over the boy’s firm booty cheeks. Gink measured their circumference with coarse clips, then pushed his thumb towards Clayton’s apperture. Fellow circled it slowly then began to probe. The boy gripped the fabric of the pedestal and acquired Master’s fingering. Kamp, his stoic face breaking into a pleased smile from behindhand his beard, worked 1 greater amount slicked-up finger in. That guy pressed gently against the ring of muscle. Buddy felt the tightness around his knuckle and the warmth of the beyond. "Good boy," Kamp muttered before delivering a reaffirming swat to Clayton’s meaty rear. With evidence this the boy’s quivering hollow knew how to behave, Master Kamp rolled up his sleeves and withdrew a clear glass wand. Guy pushed the tapered end slowly into Clayton’s rear, whose voice broke in a cry of entertainment. His flesh did not resist, but in preference to opened up to his new Master’s whims. His knees slid and spread 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 greater amount than happy to give Clayton what his whole body desired. The Master drew it in-and-out a couple of times before slapping the boy’s ass with adequate to make it sting. Guy gave one last pierce of the stuff formerly pulling it out of the youthful man’s ass and coating it in other level of oil. "On your back, boy," Kamp grunted. The blond boy-toy flipped over instantly, nodding with happy abandon. Kamp rolled Clayton onto his erotic shoulders, like a pinned opponent in a wrestling match, and brought the wand back to Clayton’s hollow. Chap locked eyes with his acquisition, and just the glance alone of the bear-like superior made Clayton shudder with distraction and surrender. Kamp felt like boy had conquered some priceless beast, and tamed it merely with the grip of his hands. This strong grip pushed the boy’s legs over his shoulders. With his other hand, dude worked the wand in and out in slow, deep waves. The golden-haired boy moaned loudly with every thrust, his complete flesh 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 goes on 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 nice-looking specimen I have found.” Sensing this the boy’s prostate would soon yield, Kamp knew there was but 1 apperture left to assay. Fellow lowered the boy’s legs down, allowing his jock skin to drape across the podium. With one hand, the Master maintained the wand’s rhythm into his rear. With the other, fellow inserted 2 strong fingers into the boy’s oral cavity, simulating the face-fucking this chub knew the boy needed and deserved. In and out, lad 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 another flesh well-broken. Lad wiped the sweat off Clayton’s forehead with a towel and tossed it onto the boy’s crumpled, panting flesh. Clayton would have a scarcely any moments to rest after his intensive orgasm, but this was merely an introduction to his new existence. Kamp was sure the boy could handle greater amount, still. And truly, lad would.

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

Video clip size: 1.7 GB