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  I may hire this boy again. I found him, or should I say he found me, at the airport. I don’t know if he has the best gaydar on the planet, or he saw me checking him out, or he was desperate enough to just try and see if I was game. Oh, I was more than game. I took him with me to my hotel and used his fake name to list him as my roommate. I sent him to take a shower while I unpacked my things for the week I was going to be in town. When he walked out with his dark hair dripping wet, as he dried the rest of his body, I walked over him to taste the goods that I would be paying for. Nothing disappointed me. He sounded sexy when he moaned. He presses his body into mine that was already naked but for the towel, I had wrapped around my waist. The kiss itself showed experience and tenderness at the same time. I pulled out of the kiss to whisper in his ear about a few things I left for him on the bed. I glided my hand across his ass as he moved to see them for himself before I made my way...

“You are representing the family name son. I can’t have you going out there and not looking your best,” Father said as he slipped his hand into my briefs and started to stroke my dick. I gripped the side of the table at my back and allowed him to handle me as I got swept up into the feeling. “There,” Father said when he was finished. I opened my eyes and looked at him in the eye before he walked over to the closed door. “Ready?” he asked before he turned the knob. I reached up and adjusted my mask before answering. “Ready,” I told him. Now he opens the room, and the low hum of noise that has been present in the background all this time is now distinctly voices of a crowd. “Or next companion up for auction tonight is the oldest son of one of the club’s founding members,” the announcer said. That would be me. “Let’s give him a warm welcome and start the bidding off at $500 out of respect for his father,” the man said. I walked down the short hallway, and before I stepped up o...