Jay James & Bishop Angus -The Prize

I was surprised by just how small Jay was when I finally got him alone. His slight build, narrow waist, and lean limbs served only to exaggerate his short height. It seemed like he could have been knocked over by a stiff wind! As he crawled toward me, I wondered what his life was like before he became a willing piece of property. Seeing his shoulders move like that of a hungry cat, it seemed like he felt lucky to be taken care of by a powerful and capable man like myself. And of course, being a big, strong guy like me, the boy’s submission and obedience would never be in question… I ordered him to remove my clothes, watching as his slender fingers reached toward my zipper. His hands pulled down my pants, taking them down past my thick, muscular thighs. One of my legs had about as much mass as his entire body! It made me feel powerful. Superior. I felt like a god beside him, and he was my adoring worshipper. It made my cock instantly rise, which he was quick to service.