I'm a 20 year-old indigene Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating high school. There were a few Guy I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few years but for the well-nigh part my sexual awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a dearth of people wanting to fuck me—and as someone who lost his virginity in primary school to a blond frosh from the high school who needed to"recitation"for her boyfriend—I've always just fell into sex and never really sought it out. Even when I made a Grindr visibility, things were no different.

I'm a rump and I love to serve. I like being on my knees in front of a hot stud poker who's horny and just looking to use me so he doesn't have to jerk off. I have fucked woman but with men I found I liked the submissive theatrical role. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how lots fun it can be to be a dominant master of a volition hard worker.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a Virgin and wanted to drop off it. He was crack hot and I offered to express him an fantabulous evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually converge up. Apparently someone else saw my offering in the mean solar day following and asked if I'd take aim his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and depression so I thought I'd be doing a populace Robert William Service. He'd posted in several distaff forums but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said okay, tug up and I'll use my Marriott points to get us a way.

I guess I didn't know what to expect. His pic was ugly—in real lifetime though, he was much spoiled. Quite easily the worthless man I'd ever seen. He had a furuncle on his forehead that sprouted hair like a fern atop his otherwise bare brainpan and his hairline didn't choice up again until the alkali of his skull. I was starting to realize why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed and not a great deal for conversation.

Before he left he texted me to ask if I was dressing up because the exclusively clothes he has are sweatshirts and jeans. I joked something about being au naturel when it mattered anyway and he arrived two minute later. I asked if he wanted a swallow and he said sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my darling gay bar.

I Holy Order my usual drink, which is top-shelf bourbon, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the change back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in change was the hold up of his last $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every meter I'd ask him thing like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you busy ?"I'd get"not a lot"as a response. He told me the story of how he lost his last job and it was probably the only meter he strung to a greater extent than five Word of God together.

He worked at CVS as a executive program and in a"manic episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the rubber. They caught him, of class, and now he was a convicted whitlow. I had told the mixologist as soon as we sat down that it was our get-go date and after this story I gulped down my beverage and slammed the empty glass against the bar, signaling for the hot piece of ass to make his way over here. He brings me another and I hand him my credit calling card but he refuses, seeing the heap next to me and the spirit of desperation on my face, a hungriness for the fog of booze. He gave me three innocent double Bourbon dynasty that night. What an Angel. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my face but I had to serve with slipping that bartender my number and dealing with this shame.

I was pretty sloshed and this guy turns to me and says,"I'm getting pretty tired"( it was 10:30 pm ). Ok. Let's go back to the hotel. Whatever. I'm wino as ass. I request the uber and we ride back in secrecy because this bastard infidel can't converse like an adult. We get upstairs and he opens the wine I told him to play, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a have sex screw-top ‘ confection white'out of his bag and decant me a glass and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his glass down on the nightstand and says excuse me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 bit. When he finally rears his vile head he is carrying two evacuate toilet paper roll and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two full-of-the-moon ones in the bathroom… what could he possibly have got done with two axial motion of can paper ?

I was pretty sot but I look at him now and cerebrate he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those unflattering wearing apparel he'll be better looking. Boy was I legal injury. I help him get divest and then I do and we get in bed. He's trembling and can't seem to displace his arms. I rub him a bit and try to relax him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and touch his hawkshaw. I stroke him a bit, picking up his limp Nox crawler from the freshly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him intemperate. nix happens. I get the lube and start rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my finger's breadth, rubbing his taint and letting my extended index finger fingerbreadth hound his urethra deep into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for nigh of my escort.

But this guy just can't get toilsome. Ok. Whatever. We've all been there sometime. I shouldn't judge him for that I think so I go down and think I'm going to lick his Ball to see if that gets him hard. I move closer and I'm confronted with the pennon of his scent. It's gruelling to key out. He was showered and not particularly dirty but he also just smelled of grease and dirt and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his body now. So I say,"let's go in the exhibitioner. That'd be fairly hot, don't you think ?"

We get in and I say I have to pee and out of nowhere I ask if he'd let me piss on him. I'm not really into watersports at all but I guess I wanted to take down him a bit. He says ok and gets on his genu. With my back to the running water, I proceed to empty my vesica on this disgusting man's face and I watch the urine run down his cheeks and matted chest of drawers hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his mouthpiece and make my dick inside. I stopped peeing for a bit but it stung so drunk me just let it go again and I filled his mouth with piss and saw him drink it down. That was gracious. I kept my dick in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting hard looking at his ugly typeface so I said"let's go back to bed, I want you to say hi to my asshole."

I get on the bed in my sexy pose and recruit my ass to him as I sit exposed on all fours. He puts his hand on my rear and chafe his fingerbreadth down my crack. I ask him if he likes it and he says yeah. I look back and he's still not hard so I say ok,"why don't you try rimming my ass ? Lick my trap. encircle your natural language around it and then stick it in and write the alphabet as deep as you can."He does.

I love getting my asshole eaten. It's an unbelievable feeling and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my yap dripping with his saliva. But this time, I was sot and the person behind me was no man but a creature. I had to fart. I tried to view as it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his glossa out. So I reached behind me and put my bridge player on his head, pulling him in finisher to me, and I released.

I heard him gag as I let the gas escape me. I felt him try to perpetrate away but I kept my hold on his sebaceous scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the chiding picked up again, stronger than ever. By this prison term, I was as hard as I'd been in a while. I told him to get on the bed.

I'd never topped a man before and we had agreed that he'd be the top tonight but he wasn't getting knockout and I was having too practically fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to witness that bartender. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to hatch everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lubricator and put a giant glop on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guys to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to touch him so I said fuck it.

I put my hired man on the blanket covering his hips and I lined up my dick to his virgin opening. I could hear his breathing blockage as he felt the bluntness against his opening and there was resistance when I tried to tug in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this mongrel drink my piss and eat one of my breaking wind and now he was going to claim a incumbrance of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in heavy. When my head finally broke through his ring I heard him yelp and try to pull away but I grabbed his hair's-breadth through the blanket and pulled him back against me. I pulled his headspring up so that his back arched as I pulled out and sunk back in again. The stochasticity he was making were flinch of pain but I loved it. I pounded him hard and deep. Rougher than I'd ever been. This was his first time and I wanted him to remember it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his boxers had bloodstained skid-marks four sidereal day later.

I pushed his head teacher into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him deeper with every smack of my pelvic girdle against his bulbous ass. I fucked him hard and late for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar spirit tingling at the base of my gumshoe. I pulled out once Sir Thomas More and plunged in as cryptic as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my load. I collapsed on top of the blanket covering his beastly form but even the booze couldn't hide that distinct smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my speech sound. He was still under the blanket and I could discover light crying. I snapped a photo of his pickle gap agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shucks, and pedigree. I'd made him bleed and there was something so satisfying in that accomplishment.

I pulled the mantle off him and lay down next to him and he turns to me with red eyes and says,"I'm sorry I couldn't get hard. I know how much you wanted me to fuck you."and yield to yawp.

Oh my fucking god this piece of filth. I get up and start getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all dark but I think I'm going to lead home for the night. You're welcome to stay if you don't want to drive back tonight."

"No, I think I'll go. I just need to drive."Speaking between wiping the tears from his face.

"You probably shouldn't drive if you're distraught,"I say with whatever concern I can rally for a man I just pissed into, farted into, and came into.

"No, I just hope I don't get pulled over because I'm not allowed to leave the state because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with extensive eyes as he's putting his wearing apparel back on and stuffing his shit into his backpack. I say,"ok then, I guess I'm going to go home"and with that, I pick up my bag and walk out the threshold. It was only about 11 so I lit a butt and got in my car.

It was fun I guess. A squeamish story and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The completely ordeal lasted about 90 minutes. I guess I made him rim me longer than I thought I did, haha. There's something about getting your hole licked by someone you don't have to look at that makes time point of view still, maybe even more because I could fantasy that the man behind me or under that cover wasn't the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot American-Indian language twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a good deal the literal fucking theatrical role, but the fact that I got to abuse him, make him sense like red cent to the percentage point of crying, and make him phlebotomize for my joy.

That was my first subterfuge date and about a calendar month ago. Just after that I downloaded Grindr but wasn't finding anyone who was worthwhile. I finally said ok, I'll make a second profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to find some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some message from college guys for a quick cock sucking or a roll in the hay behind the bookcases in the library during midterms. That is, until I got a subject matter from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of stuff and the likes of to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to play. He's into punishment. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The impression he sent me wasn't a font but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other mongrel for vile man animated. His hammer was not that great, uncircumcised, small, veiny and crook. He was fertile than me, and itching for someone to punish him. He told me he found a skipper online who told him to buy a dildo and he did and it arrived earlier this week. He sent me a pic of the giant thing, as thick and farseeing than the 20oz coke bottle he showed me for scale of measurement. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his last master was"evil"and he needed one closer to dwelling. So I obliged. I started by suggesting wide-eyed affair like teat clamps and cum deprivation but he liked most when I talked about dripping hot candle wax on him as punishment for not pleasing me well enough. Every new act came with the answer"yes sir"and"as you wish."

I could get used to that, I thought. I told him that I was going to tie my belt around his cervix into a choke collar so I could take the air him around like the dog he is and when he was being racy I'd pull it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the belt to the caput of his bed and get on all fours at the foot so that he could eat my trap but I'd be just out of scope. I wanted him to expire himself in order to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my tongue in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is passably crazy. I'd never done anything like that to someone but he was chomping at the bit to get me to amount over and punish him.
I don't even know this kid's name but he wants me to gag him while he eats my fix.

I take some time off from Grindr to go out with a friend and he messages me asking if there's anything my slave can do for me. I tell him I want him to go into his female parent's room and get a dyad of her panties and a bra and to put them on and send me a depiction."Ok sir"and fifteen minutes later I have a video of this pile of filth overfilling his female parent's B loving cup. I commend him for sending me the picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy's drawers. That's not how piffling son are supposed to act. His sole reply :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to blade him before I fuck him so that he knows he's mine and that everyone who fucks him after will know he's my slave."Yes sir"

I also tell him I want him to be wearing those scanty and bra when I come over because he needs to be punished hard for such a transgression. I told him I was going to fuck him with that dildo as his punishment and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll take it slow. I don't want to hurt my slave too much. But once I can get a cucumber up your mess or four finger's breadth, I'm for sure we can get the head in."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

Later that night I message him and say,"don't jerk off. If you want to cum you have to ask permission first, from now on."

"Yes sir."I didn't know this kid's name and had only messaged him for 18 hours but he was already leave to let me deprive him of the lone fun in his pathetic life : his tug sessions.

The adjacent day I tell him to give me his phone routine and he does. I text him further instructions. It was a Sabbatum so I told him today, for your penalty, you're not allowed to sit today."I want you to get a reduplicate edge razor sword. Go out and buy one at Walgreens if you don't have one, and put it between your ass cheeks so you can't sit down."“ When you want to sit I want you to text me about how much your legs detriment and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

Now it's Sunday so I message him with concluding instructions.

I ask him for his savoir-faire and secernate him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toys though. I stop at the foodstuff store and buy a thick carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut squash to sleep with him with and unfold his mess for that behemoth caoutchouc cock his terminal master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the bell and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's name. Don't know a individual thing about his life or cause even seen his face, yet I'm here with a duffle bag of R-2 and toys gear up to punish him. He opens the room access and, true to education, is wearing nix but his mother's bra and pantie.

"hullo lord,"he mumbles.

"Speak up, slave. If you're going to talk to me do it forcefully. Lord knows I'm going to penalize you forcefully."He says yes sir and we walk inside. remove me to his room and I set down the heavy bag with a clunk and watch his eyes fixate on it.

"Lay down on your stomach, short boy. You need to be punished for playing in mommy's drawers."

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the pantie and rip them from him, making him yelp as the fabric crushed his balls before my riffle arrest pushing into the material caused it to cave in way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no fuss. With his fat ass on video display I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass hard and tell him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his legs and smack his taint, my fingers hitting his testicle with each savor. He's enjoying every minute of it so I take off my rap.

By this meter his ass is pretty red but the first whack of my thick leather belt against his face makes him squirm with pleasure."You like that, buckle down, you like it when original punishes you ?"

"Yes master, I know I deserve it,"he moans.

I whack him again and say he isn't trying backbreaking enough. He has to take not to be bad. This shouldn't be fun for him."Yes master."

I reach into my bag and pull in out the feeding bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my hand with it and smell his beet red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his cutis and stings with the fury of his debauch. I give him one last smack across his leave brass and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a haggard breath.

"Alright striver, it's time for you to please me,"as I wrap the bash around his neck and pull it tight, lifting him off the mattress.

"Yes sir."

I turn him around and get the rope out of my bag and use it to confiscate the knock to his headboard. I ask him to pull on it and he strains against the makeshift choke collar as the bash tightens around his neck. Perfect.

I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably reach out. I look back and see him straining as he pushed his knife out as far as he can but only lightly grazes me. I certainly didn't rain shower before coming here. I wanted him to taste me natural, to lick the day-old Casimir Funk from my dirty hole. I decided to second up into him a bit and boy did he relish that minuscule reward. I put my manus on his straits behind me and pulled away a bit so the belted ammunition would constringe and I held it there for a minute while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 mo so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my hole. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his face. I felt I had a wind coming so I grabbed his headspring and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a small turd from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn't let up until I was certain he had chewed and swallowed it all. I pushed him back a little so he could catch one's breath and he gasped for air.

I turned around and looked at him and he says,"thank you, master."God this kid is fucked up. I ask him if he's ready for his reward : I was going to fuck him. He responded with his parroted phrase.

So I got up and went to my bag and pulled out my cay and told him to adopt me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to stand here and learn. I took my house key off my key ring and set it on the vacate frying pan sitting on the stove. I turned the heat on high and told him to go in my bag and get the coating hanger I brought with.

He looks at me sort of pock and I take the coat hanger and crouch it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 minutes on high school heat, the pan is smoking and the key is as hot as it needs to be. I pick it up with tongs and put it on the end of the wire hanger.

"Alright, lean over the table. I'm going to trade name your ass with my family key so you know I'm always allowed in and so every man who wants to fuck you acknowledge you're mine and that he's just visiting."

"Yes master"

And with that, I spread his leg and pressed the hot key into his left buttock, right next to his kettle of fish. The skin there is very sensitive and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to draw out away but I pushed harder. After about ten seconds I pulled it away and sure enough I saw the distinctive outline and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his flesh.

You ready slave ?"Yes master"he replies with tears in his eyes. I'm tilt intemperately by now so I just channel up and plow into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that blotto but damn did his ass feel nice. Maybe it was knowing it was mine. I fucked him right into his mother's kitchen table and cover his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how much cum was dripping from his maw, only inches from the bright red synopsis of my house key on his cheek.

"Thank you for the acquaint, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his triad and pull him up. He winces as his ass cheeks touch together and I see him mix slowly as he tries to preclude his ass from chafing against the sword but I'm not having it. I pull the knock tight around his neck opening and template him quickly into the chamber and throw him down to the bed.

"You've got cum in your ass, slave. You're all lubed up to get fucked by this giant cock, your penalization for making professional wait at the door."

"Yes sir."

"But 1st, I'm going to extend you with these veg and after, I want you to eat them."

Yes master.

I picked up the carrot. Not huge at the tip but it tapered quickly to about 2.5 column inch in diam. I pushed it into him and pressed it deep, stretching his golf hole against the retinal cone of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him groan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling pleasance from my punishment so I pushed deeper. By now, the Daucus carota sativa was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy superlative. I pull it out and the tip is shit covered. I grab his tether and pick up his nous and say"here, it's courteous and seasoned for you"and I paw him the carrot. He looks at it and grimaces but I pull the trio tighter and he grabs it in his deal and takes a bite of the shitty end.

"trade good striver. For your reward, a squeamish cucumber."And I grab the thick phallic veggie from my bag and he looks back with a grimace as he sees me eying it up. I press the end at his hole and push into him. It's thick. Huge, really. At least three inches in diameter in the shopping center and I had it an column inch deep inside him by the clip he really started to wail. I spun it around slowly in my hand and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His hole stretched further than any man's should as I watched him writhe into the bed as I pressed it cryptic and profoundly into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and spread his ass. His hole was agape from the roll in the hay and the bright red blade inspired me. So I took the Juglans cinerea squash vine I had brought with me and broke off the hard John Brown tip and threw it to the side of meat. I noticed he had finished the Daucus carota sativa so I handed him the warm cucumber that had spent about 10 hour in his ass and he hungrily took a snack.

Next, I took the squash and squirted some lube on it. My cum was no longer enough lubrication for something as big as a surrender squash racquets. I spread him and pressed it against his golf hole and he stretched even further to accommodate the slippery veg. Once I got the tip in, I had to hold in it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as hard as he could to prevent binge. I ran my finger through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a undecomposed slave and schoolmaster is dreary that he has to punish him but it is for his own commodity ; he has to see to acquit like a in force boy. He opens his centre and says that dead sexy phrase"yes sir."And I pull the deuce-ace tight and slowly press the goliath squash rackets up his ass. It was bout 8 inches long before it ended in the testicle-like light bulb at the end. I liked that this one had a flared end so I didn't have to interest about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a stern plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the roll of channel tape and I put a recollective strip across the squash and onto each cheek so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten half of his shitty cucumber so I picked up the ternion and pulled him into the lavatory.

He could barely walk. Between the ass brand and the giant squash rackets in his hole, crawling was near impossible without crying but I loved seeing the tears well up in his eyes so I pulled him sloshed and guided him into the tub.

I said to him"master has to pee and you're going to drink it."

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his Kuki-Chin and opened his oral fissure as I pushed my semi-hard dick between his lips. I let suffer a soaker of piss, with one manus behind his head and the other on his lead. He let some leak out out at first so I tightened the troika, which made it harder for him to swallow but was good penalty for this disgusting nap of obscenity kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the backrest of his nous as I slowly start to inure in his mouth. I'm fully hard by this point so I drop the script behind his foreland and just guide on him down my cock with the rap. I make him cryptical throat me and I pull his leash tight and I feel it hale my cockhead. It was one of the most unbelievable feelings of my aliveness thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful of piss and barf into the tub.

"Bad slave. Lick that up."He obliges and I yank him from the floor of the tub when I've tired of watching him do that. I take him to the bed and I throw him to the mattress and he lands ass first so the squash inside him smashes into his interior and his hurt muddle stretches even more."That's for puking on my dick."

I rip the tapeline off and with it comes the icky squash. Some of his ass tomentum was still stuck to the tape measure but I ripped it off and handed him the squash and said"remember mommy said always eat your vegetables."

"Yes sir"and he took a bite. By this sentence, his hole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the hulk rubber peter and showed it to him. I told him I lied when I said it was just going to be the tip. He'd been a bad striver and needed a wide penalty.
"Yes sir,"he said with a speak full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lube on the prick and then more in his hole. I put three fingerbreadth in his gawp asshole and worked in the fourth. I have big hands. I tried to also get my thumb in but I couldn't get the knuckle in so I could properly first him. I figured he was proficient and quick to be fucked so I lined up the black dildo and pushed the oral sex in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant header through his ring that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his trinity to arrest him from waking the neighbors. Unable to breathe, he was also unable to scream and I pressed it into him deeper. This affair was 16 inch long. No way I'd get the solid affair up his quarter chute but I was determined to get nearly of it. I let him down a bit once I was inside about half way and I just held it there until I decided to spin it just to have it off with him. Twisting this giant shaft in his hole made him shriek and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the leash and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his back talk to my cock. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his leash and the early driving the giant cock up his ass. When I was about to cum I pulled off of him and told him to sit up. He did.

As he sat on the bed I stood up above him and pushed his head down as I jerked above him. I watched as the rest of the dildo slid into his ass as I pushed him down and I pulled the ternion to keep him from keeling over. I was irregular from cumming and I was about to denounce my beast again.

"Here it comes slave"and I unleashed four thick forget me drug of cum across his face. He tried to lick it off but I stopped him."NO."“ Let it dry. I want you to smell me whenever you breathe. And no showering until you ask me."

Yes sir.

"Alright, you've been a undecomposed striver. You may cum."He grabs his cock and starts jerking furiously.

"Thank you master, for all you've done for me tonight."And I yank the leash tighter.

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could talk,"so he nods and jerks difficult and degenerate. I told him his prick was pitiable and pulled the belt tighter to stop him from breathing. I see him turning red but I hold it a bit longer. As he's about to cum I see his leg go rigid and he pulls back against the swath so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the with child lode I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when master doesn't let you cum for four Clarence Day.

"Eat it."He brings his deal to his panting mouth as he's trying to get his breath and licks the unenviable white goo from his digit and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good little slave.

I take the swath from his neck and walkway over to my bag and put my clothes back on. He gets up and pulls the dildo from his ass and I tell him to bed over and show me the gape. It was incredible. proficient I've ever seen. His shining red bunghole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping blood, cum, and shit down his leg. His cheeks were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol burn and his brand was as lifelike as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's time for master key to go home."He pleads with me not to leave but I packed my things and left him in his parent's star sign. He was mine and I loved it. I didn't know this kid's name but I had marked him as my slave.

I left and drove back home. We'll see what he says tomorrow .