James was such an obedient boy that I was even able to assert myself with just the snap of my finger, the sharp noise piercing through the dead air which alerted him to be that much more attentive. He did as he was told, collecting my articles of clothing and keeping them together in a neat pile. It made my dick grow semi-hard, watching just how meticulous my prize was while stripping his master. There was an eagerness in receiving praise while performing pleasure on another man’s manhood, and it was that kind of craving we were hoping to instill in our boys. That smile that spread across James’ face every time I uttered another compliment in his direction. A good boy deserves to be acknowledged as such, after all. I couldn’t help but smile with pride as my eager toy immediately pulled my package into the back of his throat.
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