I'm a 20 year-old aboriginal Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating high shoal. There were a few guys I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few years but for the nigh persona my intimate waking up didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a shortage of citizenry wanting to fuck me—and as someone who lost his virginity in elementary school to a blond frosh from the high school who needed to"practice"for her boyfriend—I've always just fell into sex and never really sought it out. Even when I made a Grindr profile, affair were no different.

I'm a bottom and I love to serve. I like being on my human knee in straw man of a hot stud who's horny and just looking to use me so he doesn't have to hitch off. I have fucked womanhood but with men I found I liked the subservient role. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how lots fun it can be to be a dominant master of a bequeath 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 render him an first-class evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently someone else saw my offer in the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. following and asked if I'd hire his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and clinical depression so I thought I'd be doing a populace service. He'd posted in several distaff forum but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said very well, drive up and I'll use my Marriott pointedness to get us a way.

I guess I didn't know what to require. His pic was ugly—in real life though, he was much worse. Quite easily the ugliest man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his forehead that sprouted hair like a fern atop his otherwise bare brainpan and his hairline didn't plectrum up again until the base of his skull. I was starting to realize why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed and not 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 jeans. I joked something about being bare when it mattered anyway and he arrived two hours later. I asked if he wanted a drink and he said for certain so I called us an uber and we went down to my favorite gay bar.

I edict my usual drink, which is top-shelf Bourbon dynasty, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the change back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in variety was the last of his utmost $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every clip I'd ask him thing like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you busy ?"I'd get"not much"as a response. He told me the story of how he lost his shoemaker's last job and it was probably the only time he strung more than 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 felon. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our first escort and after this taradiddle I gulped down my drink and slammed the discharge methamphetamine against the bar, signaling for the hot bit of ass to make his way over here. He brings me another and I hand him my deferred payment identity card but he refuses, seeing the mickle next to me and the look of desperation on my face, a thirst for the fog of booze. He gave me three free forked bourbons that night. What an angel. There were so many hotties in the bar that Nox that I should've asked to sit on my grimace but I had to do with slipping that bartender my turn 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 rummy as fuck. I request the uber and we ride back in silence because this mongrel infidel can't converse like an adult. We get upstairs and he opens the wine I told him to bring, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a fucking screw-top ‘ sweetness white'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 apologize me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 second. When he finally rears his ugly head word he is carrying two empty toilet newspaper ringlet and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two full-of-the-moon I in the bathroom… what could he possibly have done with two rolls of toilet paper ?

I was pretty imbibe 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 improve looking. Boy was I amiss. I help him get unattired and then I do and we get in bed. He's shaking and can't seem to move his coat of arms. I rub him a bit and try to relax him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and touch his dick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his hitch night crawler from the freshly shaven pouch it's retreated into and try to get him hard. Nothing happens. I get the lubricating substance and bulge out rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my fingerbreadth, rubbing his taint and letting my extended index finger trace his urethra deep into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for well-nigh of my dates.

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 cerebrate I'm going to solve his orb to see if that gets him punishing. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his odour. It's hard to describe. He was showered and not particularly lousy but he also just smelled of grease and grunge and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his body now. So I say,"let's go in the shower. 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 make water 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 water, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's face and I watch the piss run down his buttock and matted chest hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open up his mouth and get hold of my dick interior. I stopped peeing for a second but it stung so drunk me just let it go again and I filled his mouth with pass water and saw him salute it down. That was overnice. I kept my dick in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting hard looking at his ugly boldness so I said"let's go back to bed, I want you to say hi to my asshole."

I get on the bed in my sexy airs and raise my ass to him as I sit exposed on all quartet. He puts his hand on my back and itch his fingers 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 fix. circulate your tongue around it and then amaze it in and write the alphabet as deep as you can."He does.

I love getting my asshole eaten. It's an unbelievable smell and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my hollow dripping with his spittle. But this fourth dimension, I was drunk and the somebody behind me was no man but a beast. I had to fart. I tried to hold it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his tongue out. So I reached behind me and put my mitt on his head, pulling him in finisher to me, and I released.

I heard him gag as I let the gas escape me. I felt him try to pull away but I kept my clutches on his oleaginous scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, solid than ever. By this time, I was as hard as I'd been in a while. I told him to get on the bed.

I'd never topped a man before and we had agreed that he'd be the top tonight but he wasn't getting 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 barkeep. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to underwrite everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a goliath treacle on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his golf hole as I like guys to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to advert him so I said screwing it.

I put my hands on the mantle covering his hips and I lined up my prick to his virgin orifice. I could hear his breathing closure as he felt the dullness against his opening and there was ohmic resistance when I tried to push in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this mongrel drink my piss 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 capitulum finally broke through his doughnut I heard him yelp and try to pull away but I grabbed his pilus through the blanket and pulled him back against me. I pulled his point up so that his back arched as I pulled out and lapse back in again. The noises he was making were winces of pain in the neck but I loved it. I pounded him hard and deeply. Rougher than I'd ever been. This was his first time and I wanted him to think back it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his shorts had bloodstained skid-marks four days later.

I pushed his head into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him cryptical with every smack of my pelvic girdle against his protuberant ass. I fucked him grueling and cryptic for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar tingling at the base of my dick. I pulled out once Sir Thomas More and plunged in as deep as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my load. I collapsed on top of the blanket covering his beastly form but even the spirits couldn't hide that distinguishable odor. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my phone. He was still under the mantle and I could hear clear crying. I snapped a picture of his hole spread agape love and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, horseshit, and blood line. I'd made him hemorrhage and there was something so satisfying in that accomplishment.

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

Oh my fucking god this piece of grease. I get up and protrude getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all night but I think I'm going to head home for the nighttime. 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 bout 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 Department of State because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with across-the-board center 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 home"and with that, I pick up my bag and walk out the room access. It was only about 11 so I lit a cigaret and got in my car.

It was fun I guess. A overnice level 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 hole licked by soul you don't have to look at that makes time stand still, maybe even more because I could fantasize that the man behind me or under that cover wasn't the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot Amerindic twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a good deal the existent piece of ass part, but the fact that I got to abuse him, make him feel like damn to the degree of rallying cry, and form him bleed for my pleasance.

That was my kickoff blind particular 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 expressed and anonymous, hoping to determine some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some messages from college guys for a quick blowjob or a fuck behind the bookcases in the library during midterm exam. That is, until I got a subject matter from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of stuff and likes to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to play. He's into punishment. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The picture he sent me wasn't a face but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the early cur for horrible man alive. His cock was not that great, uncircumcised, pocket-size, veiny and corrupt. He was fertile than me, and itching for someone to penalize him. He told me he found a sea captain 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 thing, as thick and tenacious 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 final stage passkey was"immorality"and he needed one finisher to household. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple things like mammilla clinch and cum neediness 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 apprehension 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 bash to the head of his bed and get on all fours at the foundation so that he could eat my muddle but I'd be just out of reach. I wanted him to gag 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 someone 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 muffle him while he eats my hole.

I take some fourth dimension off from Grindr to go out with a friend and he messages me asking if there's anything my slave can do for me. I tell him I want him to go into his female parent's room and get a pair of her panties and a bra and to put them on and send off me a photo."Ok sir"and fifteen moment later I have a picture of this pile of filthiness overfilling his mother's B cups. I commend him for sending me the pic. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy's boxers. That's not how little boys are supposed to act. His only response :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to brand him before I fuck him so that he knows he's mine and that everyone who fucks him after will lie with he's my hard worker."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 take it slow. I don't want to smart my slave too lots. But once I can get a cucumber up your cakehole or four fingers, I'm sure we can get the forefront 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 license first, from now on."

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

The next day I tell him to give me his headphone identification number and he does. I text him foster pedagogy. 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 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 harm and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

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

I ask him for his address and order him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toy dog though. I stop at the market store and buy a thick carrot ; a zucchini, a cucumber, and a butternut tree squash vine to fuck him with and dilute his yap for that giant rubber dick his cobbler's last original made him buy.

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When I arrive at his sign of the zodiac, I ring the toll and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's public figure. Don't know a I thing about his liveliness or get even seen his side, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of R-2 and toys make to penalise him. He opens the door and, true to instruction, is wearing naught but his mother's bra and pantie.

"Hello master,"he mumbles.

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

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

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the panties and rip them from him, making him yap as the fabric crushed his balls before my thumb nail pushing into the material caused it to generate 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 knockout and recount him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his legs and reek his taint, my digit hitting his balls with each slap. He's enjoying every moment of it so I take off my belted ammunition.

By this time his ass is pretty red but the foremost whack of my thick leather bang against his buttock makes him wrestle with pleasure."You like that, buckle down, you like it when master punishes you ?"

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

I whack him again and say he isn't trying operose enough. He has to memorise 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 hand with it and smack his common beet red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his skin and stings with the delirium of his bacchanal. I give him one stopping point tang across his leave nerve and put my damp helping hand against it and he whimpers a haggard breather.

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

"Yes sir."

I turn him around and get the roach out of my bag and use it to attach the whack to his headboard. I ask him to rip on it and he strains against the makeshift choke collar as the whang tightens around his neck. perfect.

I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably get through. 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 savor me raw, to lick the day-old blue funk from my lousy hole. I decided to plump for up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that minuscule reinforcement. I put my helping hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the belt 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 face. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his headland and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a pocket-sized turd from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn't let up until I was certain he had chewed and swallowed it all. I pushed him back a little so he could 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 wages : 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 follow me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to resist here and watch. I took my house key off my key hoop and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the cooking stove. I turned the heat on senior high school and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me form of scared and I take the pelage hanger and bend it into a branding atomic number 26 for him. After about 10 minute of arc on in high spirits heat, the pan is smoking and the key is as hot as it needs to be. I pick it up with tongs and put it on the end of the telegram hanger.

"Alright, lean over the board. I'm going to brand your ass with my mansion key so you know I'm always allowed in and so every man who wants to have sex you knows you're mine and that he's just visiting."

"Yes sea captain"

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

You ready slave ?"Yes skipper"he replies with tears in his eyes. I'm rock heavily by now so I just channel up and plow into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that miserly but darn did his ass flavor 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 a good deal cum was dripping from his hole, only inches from the bright red outline of my house key on his face.

"Thank you for the deliver, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his leash and pull him up. He winces as his ass cheeks touch together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to prevent his ass from chafing against the brand but I'm not having it. I pull the whang tight around his neck and template him quickly into the bedroom and fuddle him down to the bed.

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

"Yes sir."

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

Yes professional.

I picked up the carrot. Not immense 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 hole against the cone of the cultivated carrot. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate gland. He was feeling pleasure from my punishment so I pushed deeper. By now, the Daucus carota sativa was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy height. I pull it out and the tip is shit encompass. I grab his leash and pick up his head and say"here, it's nice and seasoned for you"and I manus him the carrot. He looks at it and grimaces but I pull the leash tighter and he grabs it in his helping hand and takes a sting of the shitty end.

"Good slave. For your advantage, a courteous 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 in in diam in the marrow and I had it an inch deep inside him by the metre he really started to pule. I spun it around slowly in my hand and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His golf hole stretched further than any man's should as I watched him worm into the bed as I pressed it deeper and deeper into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and propagate his ass. His trap was agape from the piece of ass and the burnished red brand inspired me. So I took the butternut squash I had brought with me and broke off the heavy Brown University tip and threw it to the side of meat. I noticed he had finished the cultivated carrot so I handed him the warm cucumber that had spent about 10 minutes in his ass and he hungrily took a bit.

Next, I took the squash racquets and squirted some lube on it. My cum was no longer enough lubrication for something as big as a fall squash rackets. I spread him and pressed it against his fix and he stretched even further to reconcile the slippery vegetable. 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 hard as he could to prevent rent. I ran my digit through his haircloth and whispered in his ear that he was a good hard worker and master is sorry that he has to punish him but it is for his own goodness ; he has to con to comport like a honorable boy. He opens his eyes and says that dead aphrodisiacal idiom"yes sir."And I pull the trey tight and slowly weigh the giant squash up his ass. It was bout 8 inches long before it ended in the testicle-like lightbulb at the end. I liked that this one had a blaze up end so I didn't have to worry about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a keister sparking plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the roll of duct tapeline 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 crappy cucumber so I picked up the deuce-ace and pulled him into the bathroom.

He could barely walk. Between the ass trade name and the giant star squash racquets in his hole, crawling was near out of the question without crying but I loved seeing the tears well up in his center so I pulled him tighter and guided him into the tub.

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

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his chin and opened his sass as I pushed my semi-hard dick between his mouth. I let misplace a torrent of piss, with one bridge player behind his head and the other on his tether. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the trine, which made it harder for him to swallow but was good penalization for this disgusting stilt of nastiness kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my peeing but I keep my handle on the back of his head as I slowly start to harden in his mouth. I'm fully hard by this point so I drop the mitt behind his chief and just manoeuvre him down my cock with the knock. I make him deep throat me and I pull his leash tight and I feel it hale my cockhead. It was one of the most incredible tactual sensation of my living thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful of urine and vomit into the tub.

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

I rip the tape off and with it comes the shitty squash. Some of his ass hair was still stuck to the tapeline 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 love feast. I loved it. I picked up the behemoth rubber 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 slave and needed a full penalisation.
"Yes sir,"he said with a backtalk full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lube on the prick and then more in his hole. I put three finger's breadth in his breach SOB and worked in the one-quarter. I have big hands. I tried to also get my thumb in but I couldn't get the knuckle in so I could properly first him. I figured he was commodity and ready to be fucked so I lined up the contraband dildo and pushed the head in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant nous through his ring that was finally stretched to the demarcation line and I just yanked his leash to stop him from waking the neighbour. unable to catch one's breath, he was also unable to call and I pressed it into him cryptic. This thing was 16 inch long. No way I'd get the whole thing up his dirt parachute but I was determined to get most of it. I let him down a bit once I was inside about one-half way and I just held it there until I decided to twirl it just to fuck with him. Twisting this behemoth putz in his mess made him scream and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the leash and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his oral cavity to my cock. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his three and the early driving the giant dick up his ass. When I was about to cum I pulled off of him and told him to sit up. He did.

As he sat on the bed I stood up above him and pushed his head down as I jerked above him. I watched as the rest of the dildo slid into his ass as I pushed him down and I pulled the III to hold on him from keeling over. I was arcsecond from cumming and I was about to cross off my creature again.

"Here it comes break one's back"and I unleashed four thick ropes of cum across his look. He tried to lap 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 pecker 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 babble,"so he nods and jerks surd and fast. I told him his hammer was misfortunate 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 ramification go set and he pulls back against the belt so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the full-grown loads I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when master doesn't let you cum for four 24-hour interval.

"Eat it."He brings his handwriting to his panting mouth as he's trying to catch his breather and licks the sticky ovalbumin goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good petty hard worker.

I take the belt from his neck and walking over to my bag and put my clothes back on. He gets up and pulls the dildo from his ass and I tell him to bed over and show me the gape. It was incredible. Best I've ever seen. His bright red asshole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping parentage, cum, and shit down his leg. His impertinence were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol burn mark and his brand was as vivid as ever.

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

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