Jaden & Felix Kamp – The Merchandise

Young Jaden had all the right attributes to be a rather successful one of our boys. He was short and pale-skinned with dark hair, deep red lips and large, mournful, trusting eyes. It was going to be an absolute pleasure to show him what this young body was designed for… The boy arrived, nervously holding a teddy bear. I immediately took it away, reminding him that he wouldn’t be needing anything like that any more. Our boys are required to entirely leave their past behind when they join us. It’s part of the deal. We rescue them. We mold them. And they give every inch of themselves to us. I could instantly tell that he was a good, compliant boy. He wasn’t going to struggle or complain. He stood very still as I slowly undid his shirt. His body was lean and a little hairy across the middle of his chest. He responded well to my touch. I pulled and twisted at his nipples and he closed his eyes and subtly tilted his head towards me as though he wanted to kiss. Part of my task is to stop a lad from touching himself. Our boys need to learn that any pleasure they receive is the gift of their master. I ran my large hands over his belly and chest. Young Jaden was practically half my size. He was powerless to do anything but accept and embrace this first experience. I grabbed his crotch through his jeans and felt his dick swelling between my fingers. I returned to his hardening nipples and he groaned appreciatively. Those little fellas were wired to his dick without question! I pulled him into me and pushed down his jeans, running my hands over his ass, feeling the soft, pale, virgin flesh through his baggy boxer shorts. His ass was peachy, a little downy at the base of the spine. I ran my hand across it softly, before giving it a cheeky slap. I turned him round again, and played with his dick through his boxers. He leaned into me and rolled his head back euphorically.