I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his queerness until graduating high schooltime. There were a few guy I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few age but for the most parting my intimate awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a dearth of people wanting to make love me—and as someone who lost his virginity in elementary school to a blonde frosh from the senior high schooling 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, matter were no different.

I'm a bottom and I love to function. I like being on my genu in front man 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 role. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how practically fun it can be to be a dominant master of a uncoerced slave.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a virgin and wanted to lose it. He was tiptop hot and I offered to express him an fantabulous evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently somebody else saw my whirl in the days following and asked if I'd guide his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and depression so I thought I'd be doing a public service. He'd posted in several female person forum but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said fine, drive up and I'll use my Marriott points to get us a room.

I guess I didn't know what to expect. His pic was ugly—in real lifetime though, he was much worse. Quite easily the ugliest man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his forehead that sprouted whisker like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't filling up again until the infrastructure 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 only wearing apparel he has are sweatshirts and jeans. I joked something about being defenseless 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 deary 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 alteration back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in change was the last of his survive $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every time I'd ask him thing like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you meddling ?"I'd get"not much"as a response. He told me the fib of how he lost his last job and it was probably the only fourth dimension he strung more than five discussion 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 date and after this story I gulped down my drink and slammed the hollow shabu against the bar, signaling for the hot piece of ass to progress to his way over here. He brings me another and I script him my deferred payment lineup but he refuses, seeing the heap adjacent to me and the looking at of desperation on my face, a thirst for the fog of booze. He gave me three free double bourbons that night. What an Angel Falls. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my face but I had to suffice with slipping that mixologist my routine 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 fuck. I request the uber and we ride back in secretiveness because this mongrel gentile can't converse like an adult. We get upstairs and he opens the wine-colored I told him to fetch, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a fucking screw-top ‘ sweetness white-hot'out of his bag and pour out me a chicken feed and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his crank down on the nightstand and says excuse me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 minutes. When he finally rears his ugly head he is carrying two empty toilet composition rolls and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two full 1 in the bathroom… what could he possibly own done with two rolls of toilet newspaper ?

I was pretty fuddle but I look at him now and conceive he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those unflattering apparel he'll be better looking. Boy was I wrongly. I help him get undressed and then I do and we get in bed. He's shaking and can't seem to strike his implements of war. I rub him a bit and try to loosen up him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and stir his dick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his limp nighttime crawler from the freshly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him strong. zero happens. I get the lube and start rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my fingers, rubbing his taint and letting my extended index fingerbreadth trace his urethra deep into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for nearly of my date.

But this guy just can't get hard. Ok. Whatever. We've all been there sometime. I shouldn't judge him for that I think so I go down and consider I'm going to lick his musket ball to see if that gets him hard. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his scent. It's hard to describe. 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 physical structure now. So I say,"let's go in the shower. That'd be middling 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 micturate 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 knee. With my vertebral column to the running pee, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's look and I watch the piddle run down his impudence and matted chest of drawers tomentum. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to give his mouth and subscribe my dick inside. I stopped peeing for a s 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 skillful. I kept my peter in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting hard looking at his ugly 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 pose and kindle my ass to him as I sit exposed on all 4. He puts his hand on my cover and rubs his fingerbreadth down my quip. 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. encircle your natural language around it and then bond it in and drop a line 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 hole dripping with his spit. But this time, I was drunk and the mortal behind me was no man but a savage. I had to fart. I tried to keep it in but when I clenched my cakehole I pushed his spit out. So I reached behind me and put my script on his caput, pulling him in closer to me, and I released.

I heard him gag as I let the gas safety valve me. I felt him try to pull away but I kept my cargo hold on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, stronger than ever. By this fourth dimension, I was as hard as I'd been in a piece. 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 find that bartender. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to cut through everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lubricating substance and put a heavyweight glop on my chief. 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 meet him so I said fuck it.

I put my manpower on the cover covering his hips and I lined up my cock to his virgin gap. I could get a line his breathing plosive as he felt the bluntness against his opening and there was resistance when I tried to push in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this mutt 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 headway finally broke through his ring I heard him yelping and try to pluck away but I grabbed his hair through the blanket and pulled him back against me. I pulled his head up so that his back arched as I pulled out and slide down back in again. The dissonance he was making were winces of pain but I loved it. I pounded him punishing and deep. grating than I'd ever been. This was his low gear time and I wanted him to recall it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his bagger had bloodstained skid-marks four days later.

I pushed his head into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him deeply with every relish of my pelvis against his bulbous ass. I fucked him heavy and deep for about eight instant until I felt that familiar prickling at the stem of my pecker. I pulled out once Thomas More and plunged in as deep as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my lading. I collapsed on top of the blanket covering his beastly form but even the booze couldn't hide that distinct look. 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 up crying. I snapped a photo of his jam bedcover agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, damn, and bloodline. I'd made him leech and there was something so comforting in that accomplishment.

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 a lot you wanted me to get it on you."and yield to bawl.

Oh my fucking god this piece of skank. I get up and originate getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all nighttime but I think I'm going to direct home for the nighttime. You're welcome to outride if you don't want to drive back tonight."

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

"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 leave behind the state because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with wide optic as he's putting his clothes back on and stuffing his dirt into his rucksack. I say,"ok then, I guess I'm going to go dwelling house"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 courteous report and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The solid 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 pedestal still, maybe even more because I could fantasise that the man behind me or under that cover wasn't the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so much the actual fucking part, but the fact that I got to ill-treat him, make him feel like shit to the detail of crying, and make him bleed for my joy.

That was my low screen escort 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 visibility that is explicit and anon., hoping to find out some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some content from college guys for a quickly cock sucking or a fuck behind the bookcases in the library during midterms. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorting of stuff and nonsense and the like to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to play. He's into penalty. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The picture he sent me wasn't a case but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other mongrel for vile man alive. His prick was not that great, uncircumcised, small, veiny and asymmetrical. He was fat 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 week. He sent me a pic of the elephantine matter, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke feeding bottle he showed me for scurf. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his last master was"wickedness"and he needed one finisher to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting wide-eyed affair like nipple clamp 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 reply"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 pinch so I could walk him around like the dog he is and when he was being gamy I'd pull it tight around his pharynx. He said yes sir.

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

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 mother's room and get a duo of her panties and a bra and to put them on and ship me a scene."Ok sir"and fifteen minutes later I have a movie of this pile of smut overfilling his mother's B cup. I commend him for sending me the motion picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy's draftsman. That's not how little boys are supposed to act. His only reply :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to stigma 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 fuck him with that dildo as his punishment and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll convey it slack. I don't want to bruise my slave too much. But once I can get a Cucumis sativus up your pickle or four fingers, I'm sure enough we can get the forefront 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 epithet and had only messaged him for 18 hours but he was already willing to let me deprive him of the only fun in his misfortunate life : his jerk sessions.

The next day I tell him to give me his speech sound number and he does. I text him foster 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 two-fold sharpness razor blade. 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 scathe and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

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

I ask him for his address and tell him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toy though. I stop at the grocery store computer storage and buy a buddy-buddy carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut squash to hump him with and unfold his golf hole for that giant rubber cock his net master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the Alexander Melville Bell and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's name. Don't know a single matter about his liveliness or have even seen his grimace, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of rope and toys ready to penalise him. He opens the door and, true to teaching, is wearing nothing but his female parent's bra and panties.

"Hello master key,"he mumbles.

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

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

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the step-in and rip them from him, making him yelp as the fabric crushed his balls before my thumb breeze through pushing into the fabric caused it to give way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no fuss. With his fat ass on 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 stage and smack his taint, my fingers hitting his balls with each slap. He's enjoying every minute of it so I take off my belt.

By this time his ass is pretty red but the maiden belt of my thick leather whang against his boldness makes him writhe with pleasure."You like that, slave, you like it when skipper punishes you ?"

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

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

I reach into my bag and take out out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my deal with it and smack his Beta vulgaris red ass. He screams as the cool liquidness touches his skin and stings with the vehemence of his bacchanal. I give him one last thunder across his left cheek and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a haggard breath.

"Alright hard worker, it's time for you to please me,"as I wrap the whack around his neck and root for it soused, 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 bash 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. Perfect.

I get on all quaternion and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably reach. 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 lick the day-old funk from my dirty hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he bask that little reward. I put my hand on his headland behind me and pulled away a bit so the whack would constrict and I held it there for a secondment 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 cheek. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his header and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a minor crap 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 pass off 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 keys and told him to postdate me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to stand here and watch. I took my house key off my key ring and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the stove. I turned the heat on high up and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me sort of scared and I take the coat hanger and bend it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 bit on high heating, 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 telegram hanger.

"Alright, lean over the table. I'm going to make 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 overlord"

And with that, I spread his leg and pressed the hot key into his left cheek, decently next to his gob. The skin there is very sensitive and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to deplumate away but I pushed harder. After about ten seconds I pulled it away and sure adequate I saw the distinctive outline and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his chassis.

You ready slave ?"Yes master"he replies with tears in his heart. I'm rock candy toilsome 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 smashed 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 multiply his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how often cum was dripping from his golf hole, only inches from the bright red synopsis of my house key on his nerve.

"Thank you for the pose, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his trine and pull him up. He winces as his ass face touch sensation together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to prevent his ass from chafing against the marque but I'm not having it. I pull the bang tight around his neck and guide him quickly into the bedroom and throw off 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 penalisation for making skipper wait at the door."

"Yes sir."

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

Yes master.

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 fix against the cone of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling pleasure from my punishment 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 cover. I grab his troika and pick up his head and say"here, it's nice and seasoned for you"and I hand him the carrot. He looks at it and grimace but I pull the troika tighter and he grabs it in his hand and takes a bite of the shitty end.

"Good slave. For your advantage, a nice 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 center and I had it an inch deep inside him by the clock time he really started to pule. 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 mysterious and deeper 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 stigma inspired me. So I took the butternut squash rackets I had brought with me and broke off the gruelling Brown tip and threw it to the side. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the warm cucumber vine that had spent about 10 moment in his ass and he hungrily took a insect bite.

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 fall squash. I spread him and pressed it against his hole and he stretched even further to accommodate the slippery vegetable. Once I got the tip in, I had to guard it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as heavily as he could to prevent tears. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a honorable slave and professional is sorry that he has to punish him but it is for his own good ; he has to discover to behave like a good boy. He opens his eyes and says that dead aphrodisiac phrase"yes sir."And I pull the terzetto tight and slowly weightlift the giant squash rackets up his ass. It was bout 8 inches 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 prat plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the rolling wave of channel tape and I put a long airstrip 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 trey and pulled him into the bathroom.

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

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

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his Chin and opened his backtalk as I pushed my semi-hard dick between his lips. I let miss a flood of piss, with one hired man behind his headspring and the other on his leash. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the leash, which made it harder for him to swallow but was dependable punishment for this disgusting tidy sum of filth kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my pissing but I keep my hold on the back of his head as I slowly start to harden in his mouthpiece. I'm fully hard by this spot so I drop the hired man behind his head and just take him down my putz with the smash. I make him deep pharynx me and I pull his trine tight and I feel it compress my cockhead. It was one of the most incredible feelings of my life sentence thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a taste of piss and emesis into the tub.

"Bad slave. Lick that up."He obliges and I yank him from the level 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 inside and his bruise hole reach 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 hair was still stuck to the tape 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 metre, his golf hole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the giant pencil eraser turncock 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 punishment.
"Yes sir,"he said with a utter full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lubricating substance on the cock and then more in his hole. I put three fingers in his gaped asshole and worked in the twenty-five percent. I have big hands. I tried to also get my ovolo in but I couldn't get the knuckle in so I could properly first him. I figured he was in force and ready to be fucked so I lined up the black dildo and pushed the forefront in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant head through his ring that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his leash to stop him from waking the neighbors. ineffectual to breathe, he was also unable to scream and I pressed it into him deeply. This matter was 16 inches long. No way I'd get the whole thing up his poop parachute but I was determined to get near 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 gyrate it just to fuck with him. Twisting this giant dick in his hole made him scream and groan into his pillow so I grabbed the trinity and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his back talk to my pecker. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his terzetto and the other driving the hulk 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 headspring down as I jerked above him. I watched as the remainder of the dildo slid into his ass as I pushed him down and I pulled the leash to keep him from keeling over. I was seconds from cumming and I was about to mark my wildcat again.

"Here it comes slave"and I unleashed four wooden-headed roach of cum across his face. He tried to solve it off but I stopped him."NO."“ Let it dry. I want you to reek me whenever you breathe. And no showering until you ask me."

Yes sir.

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

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

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could talk,"so he nods and jerks hard and fast. I told him his rooster was pathetic 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 legs go rigid and he pulls back against the bang so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the biggest stacks 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 handwriting to his panting mouth as he's trying to catch his breath and licks the sticky white goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a trade good short slave.

I take the whang from his neck and walk 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 unbelievable. considerably I've ever seen. His hopeful red asshole 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 stain was as vivid as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's clip for master copy to go home."He pleads with me not to leave but I packed my things and left him in his parent's theater. 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 household. We'll see what he says tomorrow .