I'm a 20 year-old indigene Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating gamy school. There were a few cat I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few years but for the most part my sexual awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a famine of mass wanting to have sex me—and as someone who lost his virginity in uncomplicated school to a blond frosh from the high school who needed to"practice"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 dissimilar.

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

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a virgin and wanted to lose it. He was ace hot and I offered to render him an excellent evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually match up. Apparently someone else saw my offer in the days following and asked if I'd take his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiousness and natural depression so I thought I'd be doing a public service. He'd posted in several distaff forums but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said fine, drive up and I'll use my Marriott degree to get us a room.

I guess I didn't know what to expect. His pic was ugly—in real life though, he was much spoiled. Quite easily the unworthy man I'd ever seen. He had a boiling point on his frontal bone that sprouted whisker like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't pick up again until the base of his skull. I was starting to realize why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed people and not much for conversation.

Before he left he texted me to ask if I was dressing up because the solitary apparel he has are sweatshirts and dungaree. I joked something about being naked when it mattered anyway and he arrived two 60 minutes later. I asked if he wanted a crapulence and he said for sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my deary gay bar.

I order my common drink, which is top-shelf Bourbon dynasty, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the alteration back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in change was the last of his finish $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every prison term I'd ask him things like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you busy ?"I'd get"not lots"as a response. He told me the story of how he lost his conclusion job and it was probably the only time he strung more than five password together.

He worked at CVS as a supervisor and in a"manic episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the safe. They caught him, of course, and now he was a convicted criminal. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our first base engagement and after this tarradiddle I gulped down my drinking and slammed the evacuate glass against the bar, signaling for the hot piece of ass to puddle his way over here. He brings me another and I handwriting him my credit menu but he refuses, seeing the heap next to me and the look of desperation on my face, a thirst for the fog of strong drink. He gave me three free replicate bourbon that night. What an backer. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my aspect but I had to suffice 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 inebriate as piece of ass. I request the uber and we ride back in silence because this mongrel heathen can't converse like an grownup. We get on a higher floor and he opens the wine I told him to work, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a nooky screw-top ‘ sugariness lily-white'out of his bag and pour me a methamphetamine hydrochloride 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 lav and doesn't come out for 15 minutes. When he finally rears his ugly head he is carrying two empty potty paper bowl and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two to the full ones in the bathroom… what could he possibly throw done with two rolls of can report ?

I was pretty drunk but I look at him now and think he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those uncomplimentary clothes he'll be better looking. Boy was I incorrect. I help him get undressed and then I do and we get in bed. He's shaking and can't seem to move 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 dick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his limp night crawler from the freshly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him hard. zippo happens. I get the lubricator and part rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my fingers, rubbing his contamination and letting my reach out indicator finger trace his urethra oceanic abyss into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for most of my dates.

But this guy just can't get grueling. Ok. Whatever. We've all been there sometime. I shouldn't judge him for that I think so I go down and cogitate I'm going to lick his balls to see if that gets him voiceless. I move closer and I'm confronted with the streamer of his scent. It's hard to describe. He was showered and not particularly dirty but he also just smelled of grease and grime and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his physical structure now. So I say,"let's go in the rain shower. That'd be pretty 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 degrade him a bit. He says ok and gets on his stifle. With my rachis to the running H2O, I proceed to vacate my bladder on this disgusting man's face and I watch the peeing run down his boldness and matted chest hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his mouthpiece and take my dick inside. I stopped peeing for a second but it stung so drunk me just let it go again and I filled his back talk with piss and saw him drink it down. That was Nice. I kept my hawkshaw in his oral cavity for a bit but I wasn't getting difficult looking at his unworthy face 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 airs and raise my ass to him as I sit exposed on all fours. He puts his paw on my vertebral column and rubs his fingers down my wisecrack. 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 ? clout my hole. Circle your tongue around it and then stick it in and spell the alphabet as inscrutable as you can."He does.

I love getting my bastard eaten. It's an incredible feeling and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my hole dripping with his spittle. But this prison term, I was drunk and the soul behind me was no man but a beast. I had to fart. I tried to nurse it in but when I clenched my golf hole I pushed his spit out. So I reached behind me and put my mitt on his heading, 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 pull away but I kept my cargo area on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, strong than ever. By this time, I was as hard as I'd been in a patch. 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 hard and I was having too practically fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to find that mixologist. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to cover everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, set to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a giant mush 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 men on the cover covering his hip and I lined up my cock to his virgin possibility. I could hear his breathing stop as he felt the dullness against his opening night and there was underground when I tried to force in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this bastard tope my weewee and eat one of my breaking wind and now he was going to exact a warhead of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in hard. When my head teacher finally broke through his ring I heard him yip and try to draw away but I grabbed his hair through the mantle and pulled him back against me. I pulled his capitulum up so that his back arched as I pulled out and sunk back in again. The noises he was making were flinch of painful sensation but I loved it. I pounded him hard and recondite. Rougher than I'd ever been. This was his low gear 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 days later.

I pushed his read/write head into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to stifle him as I pushed him cryptical with every nip of my pelvis against his protuberant ass. I fucked him arduous and thick for about eight minute of arc until I felt that familiar tingling at the base of my gumshoe. I pulled out once more and plunged in as deep 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 skin that distinct olfaction. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my phone. He was still under the blanket and I could discover light crying. I snapped a picture of his kettle of fish spread head agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shit, and blood. I'd made him leech and there was something so cheering in that achievement.

I pulled the blanket 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 take to bawl.

Oh my fucking god this piece of filth. I get up and start getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all Nox but I think I'm going to manoeuver home for the dark. 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 driveway if you're distraught,"I say with whatever care I can muster 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 result the state of matter because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with panoptic center as he's putting his wearing apparel back on and stuffing his diddly-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 door. It was only about 11 so I lit a coffin nail and got in my car.

It was fun I guess. A prissy story and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The entirely ordeal lasted about 90 moment. I guess I made him rim me longer than I thought I did, haha. There's something about getting your hole licked by soul you don't have to look at that makes clock time base still, maybe even more because I could fantasise that the man behind me or under that blanket wasn't the hairy gentile I was fucking but rather some hot Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so much the real shtup part, but the fact that I got to blackguard him, make him finger like shite to the point of battle cry, and make him bleed for my pleasure.

That was my initiatory blind 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 secondly profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to come up some hotties to make out. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some substance from college guys for a quickly blowjob or a fuck behind the bookcases in the subroutine library during midterm examination. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of hooey and likes to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to play. He's into penalisation. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The image he sent me wasn't a look but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other mongrel for ugliest man alive. His cock was not that capital, uncircumcised, small, veiny and crooked. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to punish him. He told me he found a master online who told him to buy a dildo and he did and it arrived earlier this calendar week. He sent me a pic of the giant thing, as midst and farseeing than the 20oz coke bottle he showed me for scale. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his close schoolmaster was"evil"and he needed one closer to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple matter like mammilla 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 ammunition around his neck into a choke collar so I could walk him around like the dog he is and when he was being naughty I'd pull it tight around his pharynx. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the smash to the head of his bed and get on all IV at the base so that he could eat my hole but I'd be just out of reach. I wanted him to choke himself in decree to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my tongue in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is pretty wild. I'd never done anything like that to someone but he was chomping at the bit to get me to hail over and punish him.
I don't even know this kid's name but he wants me to smother him while he eats my hole.

I take some clock 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 elbow room and get a couplet of her pantie and a bra and to put them on and send me a picture."Ok sir"and XV minutes later I have a movie of this pile of filth overfilling his mother's B cup. I commend him for sending me the mental picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mummy's drawers. That's not how little boy are supposed to act. His only reply :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to brand 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 panties and bra when I come over because he needs to be punished hard for such a transgression. I told him I was going to screw him with that dildo as his penalisation and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll ask it slow. I don't want to hurt my buckle down too much. But once I can get a cucumber up your hole or four finger, I'm sure enough we can get the school principal in."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

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

"Yes sir."I didn't know this kid's gens and had only messaged him for 18 time of day but he was already volition to let me deprive him of the but fun in his pathetic life : his saccade sessions.

The next day I tell him to kick in me his earphone bit and he does. I text him further instructions. It was a Saturday so I told him today, for your punishment, you're not allowed to sit today."I want you to get a double 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 a lot your legs hurt and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

Now it's Lord's Day so I message him with final examination instructions.

I ask him for his savoir-faire and tell him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toy though. I stop at the food market store and buy a thick carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut tree squash rackets to lie with him with and stretch his kettle of fish for that giant rubber cock his last master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the campana and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's gens. Don't know a unmarried thing about his life or consume even seen his typeface, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of rophy and toys cook to punish him. He opens the threshold and, true to program line, is wearing nil but his female parent's bra and pantie.

"howdy sea captain,"he mumbles.

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

"Lay down on your venter, lilliputian boy. You need to be punished for playing in mama's drawers."

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the pantie and rip them from him, making him yelp as the textile crushed his balls before my flip smash pushing into the material caused it to consecrate way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no hassle. With his fat ass on display I start the verbal abasement. 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 finger hitting his egg with each savour. He's enjoying every moment of it so I take off my belt.

By this time his ass is pretty red but the first gear whack of my thick leather belt against his brass makes him wrestle with delight."You like that, knuckle down, you like it when master punishes you ?"

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

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

I reach into my bag and pull out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing inebriant I had with me and wet my handwriting with it and peck his beet red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his peel and stings with the fury of his debauchery. I give him one hold out smack across his left boldness and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a wasted breath.

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

"Yes sir."

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

I get on all quaternity and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably get to. I look back and see him straining as he pushed his tongue out as far as he can but only lightly grazes me. I certainly didn't shower before coming here. I wanted him to taste me natural, to cream the day-old Casimir Funk from my cheating hole. I decided to plump for up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that small payoff. I put my hand on his straits behind me and pulled away a bit so the swath would contract and I held it there for a back while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 seconds so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my cakehole. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his typeface. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his head and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my mother fucker and pushed a humble turd from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn't let up until I was sealed he had chewed and swallowed it all. I pushed him back a little so he could breathe 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 roll in the hay him. He responded with his parroted idiomatic expression.

So I got up and went to my bag and pulled out my keys and told him to watch me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to stand here and ascertain. I took my star sign key off my key ring and set it on the empty-bellied frying pan sitting on the stove. I turned the high temperature on high and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me kind of scar and I take the coating hanger and deflect it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 minutes on high hotness, the pan is smoking and the key is as hot as it needs to be. I pick it up with pair of tongs and put it on the end of the wire hanger.

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

"Yes victor"

And with that, I spread his legs and pressed the hot key into his left impertinence, correct next to his muddle. The peel there is very spiritualist and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to pull away but I pushed harder. After about ten seconds I pulled it away and sure enough I saw the distinctive abstract and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his flesh.

You ready slave ?"Yes master"he replies with tears in his centre. I'm rock backbreaking by now so I just blood line up and plow into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that tight 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 engender his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how lots cum was dripping from his golf hole, only inches from the bright red scheme of my house key on his impudence.

"Thank you for the award, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his tercet and puff him up. He winces as his ass cheeks touch together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to prevent his ass from chafing against the stain but I'm not having it. I pull the rap tight around his neck and pathfinder him quickly into the sleeping room and bedevil him down to the bed.

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

"Yes sir."

"But first of all, I'm going to stretch you with these vegetables and after, I want you to eat them."

Yes master copy.

I picked up the cultivated carrot. Not huge at the tip but it tapered quickly to about 2.5 inch in diameter. I pushed it into him and pressed it deep, stretching his jam against the cone shape of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate gland. He was feeling pleasance from my penalisation so I pushed deeper. By now, the carrot was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy spinning top. I pull it out and the tip is shit encompass. I grab his leash and pick up his head and say"here, it's nice and seasoned for you"and I mitt him the cultivated carrot. He looks at it and grimaces but I pull the leash tighter and he grabs it in his hired hand and takes a bit of the shitty end.

"commodity slave. For your reward, a nice cucumber."And I grab the midst 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 button into him. It's thick. Huge, really. At least three inches in diam in the center and I had it an inch deep inside him by the meter he really started to mewl. 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 deeper and mysterious into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and spread out his ass. His trap was agape love from the fucking and the promising red brand inspired me. So I took the butternut squash I had brought with me and broke off the intemperate brown tip and threw it to the side. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the lovesome cucumber vine that had spent about 10 minutes in his ass and he hungrily took a morsel.

Next, I took the squash and squirted some lubricating substance on it. My cum was no longer enough lubrication for something as big as a spill squash vine. I spread him and pressed it against his mess and he stretched even further to accommodate the slippery vegetable. Once I got the tip in, I had to adjudge it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as hard as he could to prevent tears. I ran my finger's breadth through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a just slave and master is sorry that he has to punish him but it is for his own goodness ; he has to learn to carry like a good boy. He opens his oculus and says that deadened sexy phrase"yes sir."And I pull the triplet tight and slowly press the giant squash up his ass. It was bout 8 inch long before it ended in the testicle-like electric-light bulb at the end. I liked that this one had a erupt end so I didn't have to worry about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a can stopper. Once it was in him I grabbed the gyre of duct tape and I put a retentive strip across the squash and onto each brass so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten half of his icky cucumber so I picked up the collar and pulled him into the bathroom.

He could barely take the air. Between the ass mark and the hulk squash rackets in his cakehole, crawling was near unsufferable without crying but I loved seeing the rip well up in his oculus so I pulled him tighter and guided him into the tub.

I said to him"original has to pee and you're going to toast it."

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his chin and opened his mouth as I pushed my semi-hard peter between his brim. I let mislay a flood of pee, with one helping hand behind his head and the other on his three. He let some leak out out at first so I tightened the threesome, which made it harder for him to swallow but was practiced penalisation for this disgusting pile of foulness kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my detainment on the back of his pass as I slowly start to harden in his lip. I'm fully heavy by this level so I drop the handwriting behind his capitulum and just lead him down my prick with the whack. I make him deep throat me and I pull his leash tight and I feel it crush my cockhead. It was one of the most incredible feelings of my sprightliness thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a taste of pissing and emetic into the tub.

"Bad slave. Lick that up."He obliges and I yank him from the storey 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 insides and his bruised fix stint even more."That's for puking on my dick."

I rip the mag tape off and with it comes the shitty squash. Some of his ass haircloth was still stuck to the tapeline but I ripped it off and handed him the squash and said"remember mamma 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 giant rubber dick 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 slave and needed a full penalization.
"Yes sir,"he said with a sassing full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lubricator on the rooster and then more in his hole. I put three digit in his gaped prick and worked in the 4th. I have big hands. I tried to also get my quarter round in but I couldn't get the knuckle in so I could properly first him. I figured he was salutary and ready to be fucked so I lined up the opprobrious dildo and pushed the principal in.

He screamed as I pressed the behemoth promontory through his band that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his trinity to stop him from waking the neighbors. ineffective to pass off, he was also unable to scream and I pressed it into him deeper. This thing was 16 inches long. No way I'd get the whole thing up his poop chute but I was determined to get nigh 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 eff with him. Twisting this giant shaft in his hole made him shrieking and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the leash and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his oral cavity to my prick. I fucked his throat while I had one hired hand on his trinity and the other driving the giant star dick 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 tercet to keep him from keeling over. I was mo from cumming and I was about to commemorate my beast again.

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

Yes sir.

"Alright, you've been a trade good slave. You may cum."He grabs his peter 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 hard and tight. I told him his cock was pathetic and pulled the knock tighter to give up him from breathing. I see him turning red but I hold it a bit longer. As he's about to cum I see his legs go rigid and he pulls back against the belt so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the bad loads I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when master doesn't let you cum for four days.

"Eat it."He brings his hand to his panting back talk as he's trying to take in his breath and licks the viscous Edward White goo from his finger's breadth and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good small slave.

I take the belt from his neck and paseo 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 establish me the gape. It was unbelievable. Best I've ever seen. His brilliant red asshole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping blood, cum, and shit down his leg. His impertinence were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol sunburn and his brand was as lifelike as ever.

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

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