Not everybody is made to be a dominant. For many it’s smth you’re born with or you’re not. And even if it’s in your family legacy, sometimes that quality can skip a generation. I adore my grandson, Jack. He’s nice-looking and intelligent and perfectly capable of deciding his own path. When I introduced him to the buyer’s club, giving him a smack of vigour and privilege, I was surprised when that guy said me this guy felt off. Not that this guy was uncomfortable with the idea of chaps owning chaps, but this chab discovered himself fantasizing about being one of the boyz himself. It had not ever occurred to me that Jack would watch himself as compliant, or that being owned would be smth that guy would desire or need. But I could tell this chab was sincere, and I couldn’t deny him the gratification I know many of the lads had felt in advance of him. I said him it wasn’t simple. The demands of a bondman can be intensive, even scary at times. That different masters require different things, and it’s not his place to question it one time he's properly sold. He told this guy understood, but I had to be sure. As my grandson, I wanted to be the one who brought him in for his grooming and initial assessment. I said him I would treat him like any other chap, giving him the true, authentic, unbiased experience. He told this was exactly what that guy wanted, so I let my feelings go and allowed Jack to become a villein, and for me to become Master Charger. As in a short time as I got Jack up on the presentation block, I was delighted with how well that guy took to his fresh position. He was yielding, uncomplaining, and took to my direction and tone very well. Perhaps it was that that guy trusted me and knew that I wouldn’t damage him. Or perhaps it was our own raunchy history that made him desirous to serve. Or it was his true nature… the nature of a sub… lastly feeling at home… When I took off his garments, I began to think of him greater quantity as a product and less as my flesh and . I could watch what attracted me to him, yep, but I began to watch him as smth the buyers would love likewise. Smooth, soft skin. Occasional freckles. A round bubble booty out of an imperfection. I knew how it tasted, but it didn’t stop me from feeling it and licking it like it was the 1st time. It was priceless for Jack to watch me taking full control of his body. Smacking his balls, fingering his aperture, and wanking his dick. He needed to learn that being a serf meant that his body, his joy, and his pang were no longer his to control. As I took off my shirt and tie, I planted his face right into my crotch. He stayed put as I began to strip, training him to sniff the scent of my shaggy crotch throughout the precious fabric of my dress. Every chap needs to know his master’s scent. Learn it, embrace it, want it, and know it’s the sign of their superior. Jack has tasted me in advance of, but this guy needed to inhale me. And as I looked down at this lovely, blameless face, I couldn’t make no doubt of how well that guy took to it. It took anything in my force not to fuck him right then and there. I wetted my fingers and toyed with his gap, feeling the familiar sensation of his soft, stretchy sphincter around my digit. It fit like a ring, taut but smooth. I knew this guy would make anybody very cheerful. As I continued to open his gap, tasting it, sniffing it, and feeling it relax on the end of my tongue, I could watch Jack playing with his rock hard schlong, turned on beyond expectation. He had not ever been treated like this previous to. He’d not ever been with a dude who would use him, dominate him, and make him feel like what this guy is: a serf. I was so glad that I could be the one to deliver this pont of time to him. To give him this opportunity to learn his true nature and give up control. How fortunate is this guy, I thought to myself. Of all the guys who would bring him in, to have his loving, caring, nurturing, and rock hard to be the one. I knew I was going to have to open him up. Really stretch the limitations of his aperture. It was just the way of it. Not just coz I love him, but coz this chab needed to know what it’s like to be taken by a stud of my position: a slavemaster. It would be coarse, and a little scary, but it would be the ultimate test of potential. If this guy could handle that, he’d be well on his way to being someone’s prize possession...

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