It’s not Logan’s fault. It’s mine. As a master, I know I can’t get too attached to my possessions. But sometimes when you see their eyes looking up at you as they worship your cock, you find it hard not to develop feelings. The boys are sweet, they have beautiful bodies, and they have submissive spirits that make them eager to please. And as surprised as I am, I can’t say I’m not pleased.
Logan’s devotion to me and my cock are what made him such an amazing slave. I was excited to see him every day and to feel his tight hole wrap around me. I became addicted to that feeling, wanting it more and more each time. I became lax in my training and even stopped policing the protocols I’d established. It’s not good for him or for me.
I knew that if I kept him on too much longer, I’d have a hard time ever letting him go. So before I got any more attached, I decided it was time to bring him back to the auction hall.
Once he was back on the block, I started to remember what it was that made me bid in the first place. Those eyes… those deep, soulful eyes. And that pouty, boyish mouth. He was a total dream. I knew as soon as I put him out that others would see what I see and want him for themselves.
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