Maxx Monroe, Legrand Wolf & Matthew Figata – Auction

Maxx reminds me a lot of the boys I used to encounter in my days as a coach. Not the star athletes destined for greatness or scholarships, but rather the smaller boys who would exhaust themselves trying to even make the team at all. It’s not that he isn’t athletic and lean. But what makes him memorable is what he expresses with his eyes. As soon as I saw him, I could sense his doubt. He wasn’t sure of himself or what he was capable of, terrified of disappointing me and being put back on the street where he came from. Sure, I have a reputation for bringing in only top quality talent, but Maxx has something those star athletes would never have. When Master Legrand put him on the auction block, I could see him trembling, nervous and unsure of what to do. As the tall auctioneer showed off his smooth behind and large, veiny cock, he looked out at the crowd, looking for a sign of what was to come. His eyes were wide and scared, but he never lost his erection. Not once. As Legrand twisted his nipples, his face contorted in the most delightful way. I imagined myself having the pleasure of teasing his sensitive chest, playing him like an instrument as his moans and breathing made sweet music. I could feel the rise in my pants getting more and more pronounced, making it all the more clear that I needed him for myself. Rarely do I bid on my own procurement, but I knew I had to have him.