Adjusting the collar of my shirt, I played with the rings on my finger. I was stressed, and the only thing that would soothe me was a trip to my favourite social club. Well, it wasn't a social club per-say, more of a place to buy and sell things. I smiled at the doorman, before he shook my hand, inviting me inside with a grin. The music was pounding in my ears as I stepped into the hallway, eyes met with the slick bodies of masked, semi-naked men. Their tanned skin hairless, oiled, dancing provocatively. My crotch began to pulsate as I waded through them in search of my friend; the man that owned the place. He was a short, plump man with a moustache that could only be described as perverted - it was part of his brand. Everybody knew Cornelius when they saw him, or rather when they heard him, as his bellowing laugh was hard to ignore.
A felt a hand on my shoulder, I stopped, slowly turning on my heel. There was a dancer smiling at me, his hands resting by his side. "Magnus?" He asked, his mouth remaining open.
"Yes." I said firmly, wondering what he wanted.
"Cornelius asked me to bring you upstairs. Come with me." He said, licking his lips. I raised my eyebrow as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it. My eyes wandered to his ass, which was bulging out of his tiny black pants. I could've sworn that he was shaking it at me on purpose, begging for my attention. Unfortunately for this young man, he wasn't necessarily my type; he was much too tall, I love my men small and easy to manipulate.
He dragged me along a dimly-lit corridor, my ears filled with the sounds of incredibly faked orgasms. Cornelius' social club was mostly for the city's elite to come and fuck young boys whilst their wives cooked them dinner. Every man could come here and live out his deepest fantasies in the privacy of this townhouse. He knocked on a door, waiting to hear for permission to enter. Cornelius' laugh gave him the signal, in which he twisted the knob, biting his lip as he let me in.
"Mag! I've been waiting for you to show up." Cornelius yelled with wide eyes, opening his arms as he stood up. We hugged, holding each other tight, before he invited me to sit down. "So, I have a gift for you." He said, madness flashing in his eyes.
"Oh Corny you don't have to give me gifts." I said with a hesitant laugh, tucking my hands into my pockets.
"I know that you need to let off steam. How long has it been since you've had a little toy to play with, huh? You need something to help you unwind. Suck your cock when you want to. Let them fuck you whenever, wherever you want." He grinned, before letting out a chuckle, I joined him. He clicked his fingers, and the boy that brought me to my friend scurried out of the room. "A man that makes millions in profits for a company deserves a little present, Mag. I picked a few out for you, you can pick whichever one you like." He said, as five boys walked in, each wearing a collar. These were Corny's boys, the ones that he sold to his friends for a small fee; we're talking tens of thousands of dollars. He knew how to pick the best of the best, so I understood where he pulled the random figures from.
He stood up, hands behind his back, grinning like an idiot. The five boys in front of me truly were fine specimens, each wearing a black leather collar; with one in particular catching my eye. He was the smallest, yet his body was in peak physical condition; defined abs, perfectly rounded ass, pink lips. I walked over to him, using my finger to lift up his chin, his blue eyes staring up at mine.
"What's your name?" I asked firmly.
"William, sir." He obediently replied, making goosebumps cover my body. Grinning, I opened his mouth with my thumb, his tongue begging to suck it.
"I knew that you'd pick that one, he's exactly your type. Small and malleable." Corny joked with a hearty laugh. "College student, first year, truly perfect for you."
"Is that so?" I asked, William smiled. "What do you study?"
"Literature, sir."
His obedience was beginning to make my cock hard, if I had to choose one he was the perfect one. His gorgeous porcelain skin would make for the best hickies, showing the world who owned him, who fucked him every night. The thought of his little pink cock quivering as I pounded his ass filled me with euphoria. Corny knew that this one was mine, he placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.
"Take it as a gift, for being so successful this year, and for being one of my good friends. You can have him, do whatever you please with him. Free of charge." He said, clicking his fingers so that the other boys were collected.
"Corny, at least let me give you something." I said, eyes locked on my new little toy.
"Don't be absurd. You can buy me a drink some time. Take him upstairs, break him in before you take him home. Just in case you change your mind." Corny winked, allowing for his guests to return to whatever card game they had been playing before my arrival. They resumed their places at the table in the centre of the room, drinking their drinks as if nothing had happened.
One of Corny's boys led me and my toy up another flight of stairs; I held onto the loop of his collar, dragging him along with me. My cock was getting harder and harder, thinking about it sliding into his pink hole. Animalistic instincts were setting in; I wanted to rip off his little blank panties and make him mine. Corny's boy pushed open the door, staying only for a moment to shut it again. I pushed William inside, locking the door, before turning to him. He stood tall, well, as tall as he could, waiting for me. His head came up to my chest, the perfect size for manipulation; I lifted his chin up again, watching his devoted eyes.
"How old are you?" I asked curiously.
"Just turned eighteen, sir." My cock twitched.
"Where did Cornelius find you?" I asked, holding my hands back from exploring his body. I was saving that for when I had finished interrogating him.
