I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating heights school. There were a few hombre I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few old age but for the nigh part my sexual awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a famine of masses wanting to fuck me—and as someone who lost his virginity in simple school to a blond frosh from the high school who needed to"praxis"for her boyfriend—I've always just fell into sex and never really sought it out. Even when I made a Grindr profile, things were no dissimilar.

I'm a bottom and I love to serve. I like being on my genu in straw man of a hot stud who's horny and just looking to use me so he doesn't have to twitch off. I have fucked charwoman but with men I found I liked the submissive persona. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how practically fun it can be to be a dominant victor of a volition slave.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a Virgo the Virgin and wanted to lose it. He was super hot and I offered to present him an excellent evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently someone else saw my offer in the days following and asked if I'd necessitate his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and Great Depression so I thought I'd be doing a public service. He'd posted in respective female forums but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said all right, 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 life though, he was much worse. Quite easily the ugliest man I'd ever seen. He had a furuncle on his forehead that sprouted hairsbreadth like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't filling up again until the stand of his skull. I was starting to clear why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed people and not very much for conversation.

Before he left he texted me to ask if I was dressing up because the only clothes he has are sweatshirts and blue jean. I joked something about being au naturel when it mattered anyway and he arrived two hour 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 common drinkable, which is top-shelf Bourbon, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the change back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in change was the last of his terminal $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every metre I'd ask him thing like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you in use ?"I'd get"not much"as a response. He told me the history of how he lost his stopping point job and it was probably the only time 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 course, and now he was a convicted whitlow. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our 1st date and after this narrative I gulped down my drinking and slammed the empty glass against the bar, signaling for the hot piece of ass to make his way over here. He brings me another and I deal him my credit card but he refuses, seeing the heap next to me and the aspect of desperation on my face, a hunger for the fog of booze. He gave me three innocent two-baser Bourbon that nighttime. What an angel. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my human face but I had to suffice with slipping that barkeeper 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 nookie. I request the uber and we ride back in silence because this cur infidel can't converse like an adult. We get upstairs and he opens the wine I told him to make for, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a fucking screw-top ‘ sugariness whitened'out of his bag and pours me a glass and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his glass down on the nightstand and says let off me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 minute. When he finally rears his ugly head word he is carrying two discharge pot paper rolls and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two full ones in the bathroom… what could he possibly have done with two rolls of toilet paper ?

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 unflattering clothes he'll be salutary looking. Boy was I wrongfulness. I help him get undressed and then I do and we get in bed. He's shaking and can't seem to locomote 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 touch his dick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his limp night nightcrawler from the newly shaven carrier bag it's retreated into and try to get him hard. nothing happens. I get the lube and come out rubbing him, squeezing his Lucille Ball and running them between my finger's breadth, rubbing his taint and letting my widen exponent finger follow his urethra deep into his scrotum, a relocation that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for most of my appointment.

But this guy just can't get severe. 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 lap his clump to see if that gets him strong. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his scent. It's hard to describe. He was showered and not particularly unclean but he also just smelled of grime and grime and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his soundbox now. So I say,"let's go in the 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 knee. With my back to the running weewee, I proceed to discharge my bladder on this disgusting man's side and I watch the piss run down his buttock and matted bureau hair's-breadth. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his rima oris and hire my dick inside. I stopped peeing for a second but it stung so drunk me just let it go again and I filled his mouth with urine and saw him toast it down. That was dainty. I kept my dick in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting knockout looking at his frightful 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 raise my ass to him as I sit exposed on all fours. He puts his hand on my spine and fret his fingers down my shot. 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 hole. circulate your natural language around it and then stick it in and save the alphabet as deeply as you can."He does.

I love getting my SOB 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 saliva. But this clip, I was drunk and the person behind me was no man but a animate being. I had to fart. I tried to hold it in but when I clenched my fix I pushed his tongue out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his head, pulling him in finisher to me, and I released.

I heard him gag as I let the gas escape cock me. I felt him try to pull away but I kept my clasp on his sebaceous scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, hard than ever. By this time, I was as strong 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 grueling and I was having too much fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to feel that barman. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to hide everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all quaternion, quick to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a elephantine slop on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guy to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to reach him so I said fuck it.

I put my hands on the mantle covering his articulatio coxae and I lined up my peter to his virgin orifice. I could hear his breathing stop as he felt the dullness against his opening move and there was immunity when I tried to advertize in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this cur fuddle my peeing and eat one of my farts and now he was going to take a onus of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in hard. When my head finally broke through his ring I heard him yelp 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 sunk back in again. The disturbance he was making were winces of pain but I loved it. I pounded him hard and trench. crude than I'd ever been. This was his first metre and I wanted him to remember it—hopefully by having to excuse to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his drawers had bloodstained skid-marks four days later.

I pushed his head word into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him deeply with every smack of my pelvic girdle against his bulbous ass. I fucked him hard and deep for about eight instant until I felt that familiar prickling at the base of my peter. I pulled out once More and plunged in as recondite as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my shipment. I collapsed on top of the blanket covering his beastly form but even the booze couldn't hide that distinct smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my headphone. He was still under the mantle and I could discover wanton crying. I snapped a impression of his hole spread agape and dripping with a pink slurry of cum, shit, and line of descent. I'd made him shed blood and there was something so satisfying in that accomplishment.

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

Oh my screw god this part of filth. I get up and start getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all nighttime but I think I'm going to head habitation for the night. You're welcome to persist if you don't want to get back tonight."

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

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

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

I stare at him with wide centre as he's putting his dress back on and stuffing his shit into his rucksack. 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 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 unhurt 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 mortal you don't have to take care at that makes time pedestal still, maybe even more because I could fantasy that the man behind me or under that blanket wasn't the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a good deal the real fucking percentage, but the fact that I got to abuse him, make him feel like diddly-squat to the detail of crying, and attain him bleed for my joy.

That was my first blind date and about a month ago. Just after that I downloaded Grindr but wasn't finding anyone who was worthwhile. I finally said ok, I'll make a second profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to determine some hotties to have a go at it. I never spoke to that British pound puppy again but I did get some messages from college guys for a flying blowjob or a fuck behind the bookcases in the subroutine library during midterm. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of stuff and likes to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to diddle. He's into penalty. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The word picture he sent me wasn't a font but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other cur for ugliest man alive. His cock was not that great, uncircumcised, lowly, veiny and crooked. 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 giant matter, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke bottle he showed me for musical scale. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his go master copy was"evil"and he needed one finisher to dwelling. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple affair like nipple clinch 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 neck into a choke coil collar so I could take the air him around like the dog he is and when he was being naughty I'd pull it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the belt to the head of his bed and get on all quatern at the substructure so that he could eat my maw but I'd be just out of reach. I wanted him to go himself in order to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my natural language in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is passably crazy. I'd never done anything like that to soul but he was chomping at the bit to get me to number over and penalize him.
I don't even know this kid's name but he wants me to strangle 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 female parent's elbow room and get a duo of her panties and a bra and to put them on and send me a picture."Ok sir"and xv instant later I have a word-painting of this great deal of filth overfilling his mother's B cupful. I commend him for sending me the picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mammy's underdrawers. 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 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 fuck him with that dildo as his penalisation and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll conduct it ho-hum. I don't want to hurt my break one's back too very much. But once I can get a cucumber up your kettle of fish or four digit, I'm certain we can get the headspring in."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

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

"Yes sir."I didn't know this kid's name and had only messaged him for 18 hr but he was already uncoerced to let me deprive him of the lonesome fun in his poor life : his jerk sessions.

The next day I tell him to give me his telephone identification number and he does. I text him far operating instructions. It was a Saturday so I told him today, for your penalty, you're not allowed to sit today."I want you to get a double edge razor blade. Go out and buy one at Walgreens if you don't have one, and put it between your ass brass so you can't sit down."“ When you want to sit I want you to text me about how a lot your stage hurt and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

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

I ask him for his address and tell apart him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some miniature though. I stop at the grocery store and buy a dense carrot ; a courgette, a cuke, and a Juglans cinerea squash rackets to love him with and stretch his jam for that giant natural rubber shaft his conclusion master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the Alexander Graham 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 life or have even seen his face, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of R-2 and toys quick to penalize him. He opens the door and, true to command, is wearing nil but his mother's bra and panties.

"how-do-you-do master,"he mumbles.

"Speak up, knuckle down. If you're going to verbalise to me do it forcefully. Lord knows I'm going to penalize you forcefully."He says yes sir and we walk inside. Takes me to his way and I set down the heavy bag with a thud and keep an eye on his heart fixate on it.

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

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the panties and rip them from him, making him yelp as the fabric crushed his balls before my ovolo nail pushing into the material caused it to give way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no fuss. With his fat ass on show I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass hard and separate him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his legs and smack his taint, my fingers hitting his Ball with each smack. He's enjoying every minute of it so I take off my belt.

By this time his ass is pretty red but the first belt of my midst leather belt against his impertinence makes him twist with pleasure."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 determine 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 alcohol I had with me and wet my manus with it and smack his beet red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his skin and con with the fury of his debauch. I give him one hold out nose drops across his left cheek and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a haggard breath.

"Alright slave, it's time for you to delight me,"as I wrap the belt around his neck opening and pull it tight, lifting him off the mattress.

"Yes sir."

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

I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably gain. 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 bemire hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he bask that little reward. I put my helping hand on his psyche behind me and pulled away a bit so the whack would constrict and I held it there for a bit while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 instant so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my hollow. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his face. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his principal and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a small turd from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn't let up until I was sure 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 fuck 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 conform to me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to stand here and watch. I took my theatre key off my key ring and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the stove. I turned the passion on mellow and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me kind of scared and I take the coat hanger and bend it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 hour on senior high warmth, 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, lean over the tabular array. I'm going to stigma your ass with my house key so you know I'm always allowed in and so every man who wants to screw you make love you're mine and that he's just visiting."

"Yes master"

And with that, I spread his branch and pressed the hot key into his leftfield cheek, right succeeding to his hollow. The peel there is very spiritualist and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to deplume away but I pushed harder. After about ten seconds I pulled it away and certainly enough I saw the distinctive schema and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his flesh.

You ready knuckle down ?"Yes schoolmaster"he replies with binge in his oculus. I'm rock and roll toilsome by now so I just melodic line up and plow into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that pissed 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 breed his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how much cum was dripping from his hole, only inches from the hopeful red outline of my planetary house key on his buttock.

"Thank you for the present, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his threesome and clout him up. He winces as his ass brass touch together and I see him mix slowly as he tries to prevent his ass from chafing against the mark but I'm not having it. I pull the belted ammunition 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 giant star cock, your punishment for making master time lag at the door."

"Yes sir."

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

Yes master.

I picked up the carrot. Not Brobdingnagian at the tip but it tapered quickly to about 2.5 inches in diameter. I pushed it into him and pressed it deep, stretching his trap against the cone of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him groan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling pleasure from my punishment so I pushed deeper. By now, the cultivated carrot was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy big top. I pull it out and the tip is shit plow. I grab his leash and pick up his header and say"here, it's nice and seasoned for you"and I manus him the carrot. He looks at it and grimace but I pull the terzetto tighter and he grabs it in his hand and takes a raciness of the shitty end.

"Good slave. For your reward, 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 hole and pushing into him. It's midst. Huge, really. At least three inch in diam in the center and I had it an inch abstruse inside him by the prison term he really started to mewl. I spun it around slowly in my bridge player and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His hollow stretched further than any man's should as I watched him writhe into the bed as I pressed it deeper and deeper into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and spread his ass. His kettle of fish was agape love from the shag and the bright red brand inspired me. So I took the butternut tree squash I had brought with me and broke off the arduous brown tip and threw it to the side. I noticed he had finished the cultivated carrot so I handed him the ardent cucumber vine that had spent about 10 second in his ass and he hungrily took a bite.

Next, I took the squash and squirted some lube 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 hollow and he stretched even further to conciliate the slippery vegetable. Once I got the tip in, I had to throw it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his middle shut as operose as he could to prevent bust. I ran my finger's breadth through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a good slave and master is sorry that he has to penalize him but it is for his own good ; he has to learn to act like a good boy. He opens his eyes and says that bushed aphrodisiacal phrase"yes sir."And I pull the trio tight and slowly press out the hulk squash up his ass. It was bout 8 column inch long before it ended in the testicle-like lightbulb at the end. I liked that this one had a irrupt end so I didn't have to worry about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a butt plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the gyre of duct tape and I put a long strip across the squash rackets and onto each face so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten half of his shitty Cucumis sativus so I picked up the leash and pulled him into the bathroom.

He could barely walk. Between the ass brand and the giant squash in his gob, crawling was near unsufferable without crying but I loved seeing the tears well up in his centre so I pulled him slopped and guided him into the tub.

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

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his Chin and opened his mouth as I pushed my semi-hard dick between his lips. I let lose a torrent of weewee, with one hand behind his headspring and the other on his triplet. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the trey, which made it grueling for him to swallow but was good punishment for this disgusting pile of grunge kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the back of his head word as I slowly start to harden in his mouth. I'm fully intemperately by this stop so I drop the script behind his head and just manoeuver him down my cock with the belt. I make him deep pharynx me and I pull his III tight and I feel it squeeze my cockhead. It was one of the most incredible feelings of my life thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful of water and vomit into the tub.

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

I rip the tape off and with it comes the stinking 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 mommy said always eat your vegetables."

"Yes sir"and he took a bite. By this time, his hole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the giant caoutchouc 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 replete penalty.
"Yes sir,"he said with a mouth full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lube on the peter and then more in his pickle. I put three fingers in his yawn asshole and worked in the twenty-five percent. I have big manus. I tried to also get my thumb in but I couldn't get the knuckle joint in so I could properly first him. I figured he was proficient and ready to be fucked so I lined up the black dildo and pushed the head in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant head through his ring that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his III to stop him from waking the neighbor. ineffectual 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 most 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 fuck with him. Twisting this elephantine dick in his hole made him scream and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the leash and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his back talk to my cock. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his terzetto and the early driving the giant cock up his ass. When I was about to cum I pulled off of him and told him to sit up. He did.

As he sat on the bed I stood up above him and pushed his head down as I jerked above him. I watched as the rest of the dildo slid into his ass as I pushed him down and I pulled the tercet to sustain him from keeling over. I was seconds from cumming and I was about to tag my animate being again.

"Here it comes buckle down"and I unleashed four stocky rophy of cum across his aspect. He tried to puzzle out 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 dick 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 firmly and profligate. I told him his cock was pathetic and pulled the belt tighter to hold on him from breathing. I see him turning red but I hold it a bit longer. As he's about to cum I see his pegleg go stiff and he pulls back against the belt ammunition so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the biggest lots I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when master doesn't let you cum for four solar day.

"Eat it."He brings his manus to his panting sassing as he's trying to catch his breath and licks the awkward white goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good small slave.

I take the whack from his neck opening 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 exhibit me the gape. It was incredible. outdo I've ever seen. His hopeful red mother fucker was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping blood line, cum, and shit down his leg. His impertinence were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol burn and his mark was as brilliant as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's time for master key to go home."He pleads with me not to pass on but I packed my matter 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 home. We'll see what he says tomorrow .