I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his queerness until graduating eminent school. There were a few guy cable I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few yr but for the most function my intimate wakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a shortage of people wanting to fuck me—and as someone who lost his virginity in simple schooling to a blonde frosh from the high school day 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 profile, affair were no dissimilar.

I'm a bottom and I love to process. I like being on my knee 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 function. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how much fun it can be to be a dominant master of a will striver.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a Virgin and wanted to turn a loss it. He was super hot and I offered to show him an excellent evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently somebody else saw my offer in the days following and asked if I'd film his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and depression so I thought I'd be doing a world service. He'd posted in various female person 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 full point to get us a room.

I guess I didn't know what to wait. His pic was ugly—in literal life though, he was much worse. Quite easily the frightful man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his forehead that sprouted hair like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't pick up again until the al-Qa'ida of his skull. I was starting to take in 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 simply clothes he has are sweatshirts and jeans. I joked something about being naked when it mattered anyway and he arrived two hours later. I asked if he wanted a drink and he said sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my favorite gay bar.

I 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 alteration back in his billfold he says that $ 26 in change was the live on of his last $ 40. I just took a drinking and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every sentence I'd ask him things like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you fussy ?"I'd get"not much"as a response. He told me the story of how he lost his last job and it was probably the only prison term he strung more than five words together.

He worked at CVS as a supervisor and in a"manic episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the safe. They caught him, of trend, and now he was a convicted felon. I had told the barman as soon as we sat down that it was our first day of the month and after this tale I gulped down my drink and slammed the vacate trash against the bar, signaling for the hot small-arm of ass to fix his way over here. He brings me another and I hand him my credit placard but he refuses, seeing the muckle adjacent to me and the look of despair on my look, a hungriness for the fog of booze. He gave me three free double bourbons that nighttime. What an angel. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my expression but I had to answer with slipping that bartender my number and dealing with this disgrace.

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 drunk as fucking. I request the uber and we ride back in silence because this mongrel heathen can't converse like an adult. We get upstairs and he opens the wine-coloured I told him to bring, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a screwing screw-top ‘ afters white'out of his bag and pelt me a looking 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 toilet and doesn't come out for 15 minutes. When he finally rears his frightful brain he is carrying two empty stool newspaper publisher rolls and asks me if there is an special one. Yeah, there were two full 1 in the bathroom… what could he possibly have done with two roster of stool paper ?

I was pretty toast but I look at him now and cogitate he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those unflattering clothes he'll be better looking. Boy was I wrong. I help him get unattired and then I do and we get in bed. He's shakiness and can't seem to actuate his arms. I rub him a bit and try to make relaxed him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and affect his dick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his hitch night crawler from the freshly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him hard. cipher happens. I get the lube and start rubbing him, squeezing his ball and running them between my fingers, rubbing his taint and letting my extended index number finger's breadth decipher his urethra deep 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 intemperately. 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 thrash his balls to see if that gets him severe. I move closer and I'm confronted with the pennon of his olfactory property. It's hard to describe. He was showered and not particularly dirty but he also just smelled of grease and soil and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his physical structure now. So I say,"let's go in the exhibitioner. That'd be moderately 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 wee-wee on him. I'm not really into watersports at all but I guess I wanted to disgrace him a bit. He says ok and gets on his knee joint. With my dorsum to the running water, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's human face and I watch the piss run down his cheeks and matted chest hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his back talk and involve my putz 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 make water and saw him drink it down. That was skillful. I kept my dick in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting hard looking at his horrifying 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 affectation and raise my ass to him as I sit exposed on all tetrad. He puts his hand on my back and rubs 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 pickle. circle your tongue around it and then get it in and drop a line the ABC's as deep as you can."He does.

I love getting my motherfucker 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 saliva. But this time, I was drunk and the person behind me was no man but a beast. I had to break wind. I tried to view as it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his tongue out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his chief, 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 clutches on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the scolding picked up again, unattackable than ever. By this prison term, I was as hard as I'd been in a spell. 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 much fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to chance that barkeeper. He lay down and I threw the cover over him to cover everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all tetrad, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a goliath mush on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guy rope to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to rival him so I said screwing it.

I put my hands on the blanket covering his hip joint and I lined up my cock to his virgin opening. I could hear his breathing full stop as he felt the dullness against his opening and there was resistance when I tried to advertise in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this mongrel drink my weewee and eat one of my farts and now he was going to take a load of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in hard. When my head finally broke through his anchor ring I heard him yelp and try to pull away but I grabbed his whisker through the blanket and pulled him back against me. I pulled his drumhead up so that his back arched as I pulled out and slide down back in again. The disturbance he was making were winces of pain but I loved it. I pounded him severely 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 solar day later.

I pushed his principal into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him deep with every smack of my pelvic girdle against his bellying ass. I fucked him backbreaking and deep for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar tingling at the base of my dick. I pulled out once more and plunged in as inscrutable 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 hard liquor couldn't fell that clear-cut smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my earpiece. He was still under the blanket and I could take heed weak crying. I snapped a picture show of his hole spread agape love and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shit, and profligate. I'd made him bleed and there was something so live up to in that achievement.

I pulled the mantle off him and lay down following to him and he turns to me with red heart and says,"I'm sorry I couldn't get tough. I know how much you wanted me to bang you."and proceeds to bawl.

Oh my fucking god this piece of filth. I get up and set about getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all nighttime but I think I'm going to head nursing 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 aspect.

"You probably shouldn't drive if you're distraught,"I say with whatever concern 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 exit the commonwealth because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with wide eyes as he's putting his clothes back on and stuffing his shit into his backpack. I say,"ok then, I guess I'm going to go domicile"and with that, I pick up my bag and take the air out the doorway. It was only about 11 so I lit a cigarette and got in my car.

It was fun I guess. A nice story and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The whole 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 jam licked by someone you don't have to look at that makes time stall 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 Amerind twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so much the literal fucking part, but the fact that I got to blackguard him, make him feel like cocksucker to the point of crying, and progress to him bleed for my joy.

That was my first screen 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 base profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to find some hotties to get it on. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some substance from college guys for a speedy blowjob or a nookie behind the bookcases in the library during midterm exam. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of poppycock and like 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 picture he sent me wasn't a facial expression but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the former bastard for vile man awake. His tool was not that great, uncircumcised, small, veiny and crooked. He was fatty than me, and itching for somebody to punish him. He told me he found a passkey online who told him to buy a dildo and he did and it arrived earlier this workweek. He sent me a pic of the giant thing, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke bottle he showed me for graduated table. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his close master was"evil"and he needed one closer to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple affair like nipple 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 response"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 neck into a choke collar so I could walk him around like the dog he is and when he was being gamey I'd twist it tight around his pharynx. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the belt to the headspring of his bed and get on all fours at the human foot so that he could eat my cakehole but I'd be just out of orbit. I wanted him to choke himself in order to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my spit in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is pretty crazy. I'd never done anything like that to soul but he was chomping at the bit to get me to come over and punish him.
I don't even know this kid's name but he wants me to strangle him while he eats my pickle.

I take some metre off from Grindr to go out with a friend and he messages me asking if there's anything my hard worker can do for me. I tell him I want him to go into his female parent's room and get a twosome of her step-in and a bra and to put them on and send me a word-painting."Ok sir"and 15 instant later I have a word-painting of this nap of filth overfilling his female parent's B cupful. I commend him for sending me the picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mummy's drawers. That's not how small boys are supposed to act. His only answer :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to firebrand him before I fuck him so that he knows he's mine and that everyone who fucks him after will know he's my striver."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 have it off him with that dildo as his penalisation and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll admit it slow. I don't want to hurt my knuckle down too lots. But once I can get a cucumber up your hole or four fingerbreadth, I'm sure we can get the head in."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

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

"Yes sir."I didn't know this kid's public figure and had only messaged him for 18 hours but he was already willing to let me impoverish him of the only fun in his pathetic life : his saccade sessions.

The next day I tell him to give me his earphone issue and he does. I text him encourage 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 brand. Go out and buy one at Walgreens if you don't have one, and put it between your ass impudence so you can't sit down."“ When you want to sit I want you to text me about how much your legs hurt and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

Now it's Sunday so I message him with final didactics.

I ask him for his speech and separate him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toys though. I stop at the grocery store and buy a thick carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut squash to fuck him with and stretch his hole for that jumbo rubber stopcock his live 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 gens. Don't know a single thing about his liveliness or take even seen his face, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of roach and toys ready to punish him. He opens the threshold and, on-key to instruction, is wearing nix but his mother's bra and pantie.

"hi skipper,"he mumbles.

"Speak up, slave. If you're going to mouth to me do it forcefully. Lord knows I'm going to punish you forcefully."He says yes sir and we walk inside. bring me to his room and I set down the gruelling bag with a thud and learn his eyes fixate on it.

"Lay down on your belly, minuscule 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 yap as the cloth crushed his globe before my thumb apprehend pushing into the material caused it to pass on way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no hassle. With his fat ass on exhibit I start the verbal debasement. I smack his ass backbreaking and say him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his wooden leg and smack his taint, my fingers hitting his balls with each smooch. He's enjoying every mo of it so I take off my belt.

By this time his ass is pretty red but the first rap of my thick leather swath against his impudence makes him writhe with pleasance."You like that, slave, you like it when master punishes you ?"

"Yes master, 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 attract out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my hand with it and thwack his beetroot red ass. He screams as the cool liquidity touches his peel and bunco game with the fury of his riot. I give him one last flavour across his left impudence and put my dampish hired hand against it and he whimpers a cadaverous intimation.

"Alright slave, it's meter for you to please me,"as I wrap the belt around his neck and take out it wet, 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 apprehend as the belted ammunition tightens around his neck opening. perfective tense.

I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably strain. 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 bath before coming here. I wanted him to savour me rude, to cream the day-old Casimir Funk from my unsporting yap. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that little reward. I put my hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the bang would constrict and I held it there for a second 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 hole. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his expression. 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 motherfucker and pushed a belittled poop from my ass into his athirst mouthpiece. I didn't let up until I was sure he had chewed and swallowed it all. I pushed him back a little so he could take a breather 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 set phrase.

So I got up and went to my bag and pulled out my headstone and told him to play along me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to stand here and look out. I took my house key off my key band and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the kitchen stove. I turned the passion on high school and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me kind of fright and I take the coat hanger and bow it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 minute of arc on eminent heat, 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 telegram hanger.

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

"Yes passkey"

And with that, I spread his legs and pressed the hot key into his odd cheek, good future to his hole. The tegument there is very sensitive and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to rip away but I pushed harder. After about ten minute I pulled it away and sure enough I saw the distinctive outline and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his flesh.

You ready knuckle down ?"Yes master"he replies with teardrop in his oculus. I'm rock-and-roll heavily by now so I just line up and plow into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that mingy but damn did his ass look nice. Maybe it was knowing it was mine. I fucked him right into his mother's kitchen table and breed his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how practically cum was dripping from his gob, only inches from the bright red outline of my business firm key on his cheek.

"Thank you for the present, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his leash and pull him up. He winces as his ass face touch together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to prevent his ass from chafing against the brand but I'm not having it. I pull the belt tight around his neck and guide him quickly into the bedroom 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 hulk cock, your punishment for making overlord wait at the door."

"Yes sir."

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

Yes schoolmaster.

I picked up the cultivated carrot. Not huge at the tip but it tapered quickly to about 2.5 column inch in diameter. I pushed it into him and pressed it deep, stretching his hole against the cone of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate gland. He was feeling pleasure from my penalty so I pushed deeper. By now, the cultivated carrot was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy superlative. I pull it out and the tip is shit treat. I grab his tercet and pick up his point and say"here, it's skillful and seasoned for you"and I hand him the carrot. He looks at it and face but I pull the terzetto tighter and he grabs it in his hand and takes a snack of the rotten end.

"Good striver. For your reinforcement, a nice cucumber."And I grab the thick phallic veg from my bag and he looks back with a grimace as he sees me eying it up. I press the end at his hollow and energy into him. It's thick. Huge, really. At least three inches in diam in the sum and I had it an inch deep inside him by the time he really started to whimper. I spun it around slowly in my hand and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His yap stretched further than any man's should as I watched him worm into the bed as I pressed it deeply and cryptical into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and propagate his ass. His hole was agape from the fucking and the bright red brand inspired me. So I took the butternut squash I had brought with me and broke off the laborious brown tip and threw it to the slope. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the warm cucumber that had spent about 10 minutes in his ass and he hungrily took a bite.

Next, I took the squash rackets and squirted some lubricator on it. My cum was no longer enough lubrication for something as big as a fall squash racquets. I spread him and pressed it against his hole and he stretched even further to accommodate the slippery veggie. Once I got the tip in, I had to hold it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as toilsome as he could to prevent tears. I ran my digit through his hairsbreadth and whispered in his ear that he was a soundly striver and master is sorry that he has to punish him but it is for his own trade good ; he has to get word to act like a good boy. He opens his eyes and says that deadened sexy musical phrase"yes sir."And I pull the troika tight and slowly press the giant squash rackets up his ass. It was bout 8 column inch long before it ended in the testicle-like bulb at the end. I liked that this one had a flared end so I didn't have to worry about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a seat plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the roll of duct tape and I put a long 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 collar and pulled him into the bathroom.

He could barely walk. Between the ass brand and the goliath squash in his hole, crawling was near impossible without crying but I loved seeing the bust well up in his eyes so I pulled him taut 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 sassing as I pushed my semi-hard putz between his lips. I let lose a torrent of piss, with one hired hand behind his headspring and the other on his leash. He let some leak out out at first so I tightened the 3, which made it toilsome for him to bury but was good punishment for this disgusting good deal of filth kneel before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the back of his head as I slowly start to harden in his oral fissure. I'm fully hard by this point so I drop the deal behind his straits and just guide him down my cock with the bash. I make him deep pharynx me and I pull his trine tight and I feel it squeeze my cockhead. It was one of the most incredible flavor of my animation thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful of piss and vomit into the tub.

"Bad slave. poke 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 racquets inside him smashes into his interior and his contuse muddle stretches even more."That's for puking on my dick."

I rip the tape off and with it comes the stinky squash. Some of his ass hair was still stuck to the mag tape but I ripped it off and handed him the squash and said"remember mammy said always eat your vegetables."

"Yes sir"and he took a sting. By this time, his cakehole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the whale pencil eraser cock 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 hard worker and needed a full penalty.
"Yes sir,"he said with a mouth full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lubricator on the putz and then more in his hole. I put three finger in his gap asshole and worked in the fourth. I have big paw. 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 practiced and cook to be fucked so I lined up the opprobrious dildo and pushed the point in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant head through his ring that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his triad to stop him from waking the neighbors. ineffective to pass off, he was also unable to shout out and I pressed it into him deeper. This matter was 16 inches long. No way I'd get the whole matter up his poop parachute but I was determined to get well-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 whirl it just to bonk with him. Twisting this jumbo prick in his pickle made him scream and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the trinity and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his oral fissure to my cock. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his leash and the former driving the giant turncock 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 threesome to keep him from keeling over. I was seconds from cumming and I was about to punctuate my beast again.

"Here it comes slave"and I unleashed four chummy rophy 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 good slave. 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 blab out,"so he nods and jerks heavy and tight. I told him his cock was pathetic and pulled the knock 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 legs go rigid and he pulls back against the rap so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the adult loads I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when passe-partout doesn't let you cum for four Clarence Shepard Day Jr..

"Eat it."He brings his hand to his panting sassing as he's trying to overtake his breathing space and licks the sticky white goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a beneficial trivial hard worker.

I take the belt from his neck and walk over to my bag and put my apparel back on. He gets up and pulls the dildo from his ass and I tell him to bed over and picture me the gape. It was unbelievable. Best I've ever seen. His bright 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 burn mark and his mark was as pictorial as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's time for master to go home."He pleads with me not to get out but I packed my things and left him in his parent's house. 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 dwelling house. We'll see what he says tomorrow .