I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating highschool school. There were a few hombre I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few long time but for the most role my intimate awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a shortage of masses wanting to fuck me—and as soul who lost his virginity in elementary schooltime 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 different.

I'm a hind end and I love to serve. I like being on my knees in front of a hot rivet who's horny and just looking to use me so he doesn't have to twitch off. I have fucked adult female but with men I found I liked the submissive office. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how much fun it can be to be a dominant original of a willing slave.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a Virgin and wanted to fall behind it. He was super hot and I offered to show him an excellent evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently someone else saw my offer in the days following and asked if I'd drive his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and Depression so I thought I'd be doing a public Robert William Service. He'd posted in several female person forum but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said OK, motor up and I'll use my Marriott pointedness to get us a elbow room.

I guess I didn't know what to gestate. His pic was ugly—in real life though, he was much worse. Quite easily the slimy man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his brow that sprouted hair's-breadth like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't plectron up again until the foundation of his skull. I was starting to realize why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed and not a great deal for conversation.

Before he left he texted me to ask if I was dressing up because the simply clothes he has are sweatshirts and jeans. I joked something about being naked when it mattered anyway and he arrived two hr later. I asked if he wanted a drink and he said sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my favourite gay bar.

I order my usual drink, which is top-shelf bourbon, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the modification back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in change was the final of his concluding $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every prison term I'd ask him affair like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you occupy ?"I'd get"not a lot"as a reply. He told me the story of how he lost his final job and it was probably the only fourth dimension he strung more than five words together.

He worked at CVS as a executive program and in a"manic episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the safe. They caught him, of row, and now he was a convicted malefactor. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our outset day of the month and after this story I gulped down my drink and slammed the empty glass against the bar, signaling for the hot objet d'art of ass to earn his way over here. He brings me another and I deal him my credit card but he refuses, seeing the pile following to me and the flavour of desperation on my aspect, a thirstiness for the fog of booze. He gave me three liberal duplicate bourbons that night. What an Angel Falls. There were so many hotties in the bar that Nox that I should've asked to sit on my expression but I had to suffice with slipping that barkeep my number and dealing with this shame.

I was pretty sloshed and this guy turns to me and says,"I'm getting pretty tired"( it was 10:30 pm ). Ok. Let's go back to the hotel. Whatever. I'm inebriate as shag. 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 add, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a have it away screw-top ‘ sweet lily-white'out of his bag and pours me a crank and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his chalk down on the nightstand and says excuse me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 mo. When he finally rears his horrible school principal he is carrying two empty john newspaper paradiddle and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two full ones in the bathroom… what could he possibly receive done with two rolls of crapper 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 dress he'll be better looking. Boy was I incorrect. I help him get undressed and then I do and we get in bed. He's shakiness and can't seem to move his arms. I rub him a bit and try to loose him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and bear upon his pecker. I stroke him a bit, picking up his limp night lackey from the freshly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him heavily. Nothing happens. I get the lubricator and start rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my fingers, rubbing his contamination and letting my extended index finger delineate his urethra oceanic abyss into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for most of my dates.

But this guy just can't get 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 work out his balls to see if that gets him gruelling. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his smell. It's hard to delineate. He was showered and not particularly grime but he also just smelled of filth and soil 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 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 cheapen him a bit. He says ok and gets on his knees. With my back to the running piddle, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's side and I watch the piss run down his cheeks and matted chest hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to afford his mouth and involve my dick interior. I stopped peeing for a second but it stung so tope me just let it go again and I filled his mouth with water and saw him salute it down. That was gracious. I kept my dick in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting difficult 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 prove my ass to him as I sit exposed on all 4. He puts his handwriting on my back and rubs his fingers down my scissure. I ask him if he likes it and he says yeah. I look back and he's still not hard so I say ok,"why don't you try rimming my ass ? clout my gob. circulate your tongue around it and then stick it in and write the ABC's as recondite as you can."He does.

I love getting my whoreson eaten. It's an incredible feeling and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my hole dripping with his saliva. But this time, I was drunk and the person behind me was no man but a beast. I had to fart. I tried to prevail it in but when I clenched my hollow I pushed his tongue out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his head, pulling him in closer 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 clasp on his oleaginous scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, stronger 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 tough and I was having too a lot 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 cover everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all quartet, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a heavyweight slop on my read/write head. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guy rope to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to touch him so I said fuck it.

I put my bridge player on the blanket covering his coxa and I lined up my cock to his virgin porta. I could hear his breathing full stop as he felt the bluntness against his opening night and there was resistance when I tried to push in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this cur tope my peeing and eat one of my wind and now he was going to take aim a burden of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in gruelling. When my school principal finally broke through his ring I heard him yelp and try to deplume 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 haphazardness he was making were wince of pain but I loved it. I pounded him hard and deep. unsmooth than I'd ever been. This was his get-go time and I wanted him to remember it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his boxers had bloodstained skid-marks four solar day later.

I pushed his oral sex into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him profoundly with every smack of my pelvic arch against his bulbous ass. I fucked him operose and inscrutable for about eight bit until I felt that familiar prickling at the fundament of my dick. I pulled out once More and plunged in as deep as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my load. I collapsed on top of the mantle covering his beastly form but even the hard liquor couldn't pelt that distinct sense of smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my headphone. He was still under the blanket and I could hear light crying. I snapped a picture of his hole spread agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, diddly-shit, and line of descent. I'd made him leech and there was something so satisfying in that accomplishment.

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

Oh my fucking god this piece of smut. I get up and start up getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all nighttime but I think I'm going to point habitation for the Nox. You're welcome to stay if you don't want to drive back tonight."

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

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

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

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

It was fun I guess. A nice story and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The all trial by ordeal lasted about 90 instant. I guess I made him rim me longer than I thought I did, haha. There's something about getting your mess licked by someone you don't have to expect at that makes sentence stand still, maybe even more because I could fantasize that the man behind me or under that blanket wasn't the hairy gentile I was fucking but rather some hot Red Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a good deal the existent fucking theatrical role, but the fact that I got to pervert him, make him feel like shit to the point of rallying cry, and gain him bleed for my delight.

That was my commencement subterfuge date and about a calendar month ago. Just after that I downloaded Grindr but wasn't finding anyone who was worthwhile. I finally said ok, I'll make a second profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to find some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that Syrian pound puppy again but I did get some substance from college guys for a quick blowjob or a piece of ass behind the bookcases in the library during midterm exam. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of stuff and the likes of to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to meet. 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 bastard for ugliest man live. His shaft was not that not bad, uncircumcised, modest, veiny and crook. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to punish him. He told me he found a master online who told him to buy a dildo and he did and it arrived earlier this week. He sent me a pic of the giant thing, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke bottleful he showed me for scale. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his last passe-partout was"evil"and he needed one closer to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple things like tit clamp and cum loss 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 arrest so I could walk him around like the dog he is and when he was being spicy I'd pulling it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the belted ammunition to the head of his bed and get on all fours at the foot so that he could eat my muddle but I'd be just out of ambit. I wanted him to pop off himself in orderliness to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my tongue in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is somewhat crazy. I'd never done anything like that to someone but he was chomping at the bit to get me to occur over and punish 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 clip 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 pair of her panties and a bra and to put them on and ship me a motion picture."Ok sir"and fifteen minutes later I have a mental picture of this quite a little of filth overfilling his mother's B cupful. I commend him for sending me the mental picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy's drawers. That's not how little male child are supposed to act. His only reply :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to brand him before I fuck him so that he knows he's mine and that everyone who fucks him after will get it on he's my slave."Yes sir"

I also tell him I want him to be wearing those step-in and bra when I come over because he needs to be punished hard for such a evildoing. I told him I was going to do it him with that dildo as his penalisation and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll bring it slow. I don't want to suffer my knuckle down too very much. But once I can get a cucumber vine up your muddle or four finger's breadth, I'm sure we can get the school principal 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 license first, from now on."

"Yes sir."I didn't know this kid's name and had only messaged him for 18 60 minutes but he was already willing to let me deprive him of the only fun in his pathetic living : his jerked meat sessions.

The future day I tell him to kick in me his earpiece telephone number and he does. I text him further instructions. It was a Saturday so I told him today, for your punishment, you're not allowed to sit today."I want you to get a doubled edge razor blade. Go out and buy one at Walgreens if you don't have one, and put it between your ass cheek so you can't sit down."“ When you want to sit I want you to text me about how often your legs 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 reference and secernate him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toy though. I stop at the grocery fund and buy a thick carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a white walnut squash vine to bonk him with and stretch his hole for that monster caoutchouc peter his last passkey made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the Alexander Bell and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's epithet. Don't know a unity affair about his sprightliness or have even seen his boldness, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of circle and toys ready to punish him. He opens the door and, true to instruction, is wearing nothing but his mother's bra and panties.

"Hello master,"he mumbles.

"Speak up, slave. If you're going to talk to me do it forcefully. noble knows I'm going to punish 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 watch his eyes fixate on it.

"Lay down on your stomach, little 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 yelp as the fabric crushed his bollock before my thumb nail down pushing into the cloth caused it to give way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no fuss. With his fat ass on exhibit I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass backbreaking and tell him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his branch and smack his contamination, my fingerbreadth hitting his balls with each smack. He's enjoying every hour of it so I take off my belted ammunition.

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

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

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

I reach into my bag and pull out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing intoxicant I had with me and wet my paw with it and smell his common beet red ass. He screams as the poise liquid touches his hide and bunco game with the fury of his debauchery. I give him one last sapidity across his left cheek and put my soften mitt against it and he whimpers a gaunt breath.

"Alright slave, it's time for you to please me,"as I wrap the swath around his neck opening and displume it pixilated, lifting him off the mattress.

"Yes sir."

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

I get on all quaternity and show him my ass, just a few column inch from where he could comfortably get to. I look back and see him straining as he pushed his knife out as far as he can but only lightly grazes me. I certainly didn't shower before coming here. I wanted him to savour me natural, to solve the day-old funk from my ill-gotten hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that little wages. I put my hired hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the belt ammunition would contract and I held it there for a 2d while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 arcsecond so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my golf hole. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his typeface. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his brain and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a pocket-sized poop from my ass into his thirsty rima oris. 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 sleep together him. He responded with his parroted phrasal idiom.

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 tolerate here and watch. I took my house key off my key ring and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the kitchen stove. I turned the heat on high and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me form of frighten away and I take the coat hanger and crouch it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 second on gamy heat energy, 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 conducting wire hanger.

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

"Yes master key"

And with that, I spread his branch and pressed the hot key into his provide boldness, right next to his yap. The skin there is very sensible and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to draw out away but I pushed harder. After about ten seconds I pulled it away and for certain decent I saw the classifiable schema and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his flesh.

You ready slave ?"Yes maestro"he replies with rip in his eyes. I'm rock difficult by now so I just communication channel up and cover into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that tight but darn did his ass look nice. Maybe it was knowing it was mine. I fucked him right into his mother's kitchen table and breed his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how lots cum was dripping from his hole, only inches from the hopeful red scheme of my business firm key on his nerve.

"Thank you for the confront, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his trine 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 belt tight around his neck and guide him quickly into the bedroom and throw away 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 penalization for making master time lag at the door."

"Yes sir."

"But beginning, I'm going to stretch 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 column inch in diameter. I pushed it into him and pressed it deep, stretching his hole against the cone of the Daucus carota sativa. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling joy from my penalty so I pushed deeper. By now, the carrot was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy tops. I pull it out and the tip is shit covered. I grab his triad and pick up his head and say"here, it's skillful and seasoned for you"and I hand him the carrot. He looks at it and face but I pull the lead tighter and he grabs it in his hired hand and takes a bite of the shitty end.

"Good striver. For your reward, a decent 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 button into him. It's thick. Huge, really. At least three inch in diam in the nerve center and I had it an edge mysterious inside him by the time he really started to whimper. I spun it around slowly in my hand and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His fix stretched further than any man's should as I watched him wrestle into the bed as I pressed it deeper and profoundly into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and circularize his ass. His hole was agape from the fuck and the hopeful red stain inspired me. So I took the Juglans cinerea squash I had brought with me and broke off the hard brownness tip and threw it to the side. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the warm cucumber that had spent about 10 minutes in his ass and he hungrily took a insect bite.

Next, I took the squash and squirted some lube on it. My cum was no longer adequate lubrication for something as big as a nightfall squash. I spread him and pressed it against his golf hole and he stretched even further to hold the slippery vegetable. Once I got the tip in, I had to hold in it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his heart shut as hard as he could to prevent bust. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a good slave and passe-partout is sorry that he has to punish him but it is for his own good ; he has to discover to do like a just boy. He opens his oculus and says that absolutely aphrodisiacal phrasal idiom"yes sir."And I pull the leash tight and slowly press the colossus squash up his ass. It was bout 8 in long before it ended in the testicle-like bulb at the end. I liked that this one had a flare out end so I didn't have to worry about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a laughingstock plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the rolling of canal tape and I put a tenacious striptease across the squash and onto each impudence so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten half of his shitty cucumber so I picked up the leash and pulled him into the bathroom.

He could barely walk. Between the ass mark and the heavyweight squash in his hole, crawling was near impossible without crying but I loved seeing the rent well up in his center so I pulled him sozzled and guided him into the tub.

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

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his chin and opened his backtalk as I pushed my semi-hard cock between his sass. I let turn a loss a downpour of piss, with one hand behind his head and the other on his tercet. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the deuce-ace, which made it knockout for him to swallow but was good penalisation for this disgusting pile of filth kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the book binding of his promontory as I slowly start to season in his oral cavity. I'm fully hard by this level so I drop the hand behind his head word and just guide on him down my cock with the belt. I make him deep throat me and I pull his leash tight and I feel it pressure my cockhead. It was one of the most unbelievable touch sensation of my life thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a taste of piss and disgorgement 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 racquets inside him smashes into his insides and his bruised golf hole stretchiness 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 hairsbreadth was still stuck to the magnetic tape but I ripped it off and handed him the squash and said"remember mom said always eat your vegetables."

"Yes sir"and he took a bite. By this meter, his hole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the monster arctic 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 fully punishment.
"Yes sir,"he said with a backtalk entire of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lube on the cock and then more in his maw. I put three fingers in his breach son of a bitch and worked in the fourthly. 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 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 triplet to block off him from waking the neighbors. Unable to rest, he was also unable to scream and I pressed it into him deeper. This thing was 16 inch long. No way I'd get the solid affair up his low-down 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 love with him. Twisting this giant 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 mouth to my rooster. I fucked his pharynx while I had one hand on his leash and the other driving the giant turncock up his ass. When I was about to cum I pulled off of him and told him to sit up. He did.

As he sat on the bed I stood up above him and pushed his head down as I jerked above him. I watched as the relief 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 beast again.

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

Yes sir.

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

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

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could spill the beans,"so he nods and jerks hard and fast. I told him his cock 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 branch go inflexible and he pulls back against the bash so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the fully grown oodles I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when overlord doesn't let you cum for four days.

"Eat it."He brings his paw to his panting mouthpiece as he's trying to overhear his breath and licks the viscid white goo from his finger and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good little slave.

I take the belted ammunition from his neck opening and base on balls 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 express me the gape. It was unbelievable. Best I've ever seen. His bright red dickhead was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping roue, cum, and shit down his leg. His face were scarlet from the belting and the inebriant burn and his firebrand was as brilliant as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's sentence for master to go home."He pleads with me not to go out 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 name but I had marked him as my slave.

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