I'm a 20 year-old aboriginal Midwesterner who hid his homoeroticism until graduating high school. There were a few guys I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few geezerhood but for the most constituent my sexual waking up didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a famine of people wanting to fuck me—and as person 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 visibility, matter were no different.

I'm a tail end and I love to serve. I like being on my knees in forepart of a hot macho-man who's horny and just looking to use me so he doesn't have to jerk off. I have fucked women but with men I found I liked the slavish role. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how much fun it can be to be a dominant lord of a leave slave.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a Virgo and wanted to lose it. He was tops hot and I offered to show him an excellent eve, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently someone else saw my fling in the mean solar day following and asked if I'd take his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiousness and depression so I thought I'd be doing a public service. He'd posted in several female forums but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said fine, drive up and I'll use my Marriott pointedness to get us a room.

I guess I didn't know what to look. His pic was ugly—in real life though, he was much worse. Quite easily the ugly man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his forehead that sprouted haircloth like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't option 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 wearing apparel he has are sweatshirts and jeans. I joked something about being naked when it mattered anyway and he arrived two hours later. I asked if he wanted a drink and he said sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my ducky gay bar.

I purchase order my usual crapulence, 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 end $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every sentence I'd ask him things like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you busy ?"I'd get"not much"as a response. He told me the news report of how he lost his finis job and it was probably the only sentence he strung more than five Logos together.

He worked at CVS as a executive program and in a"manic installment"stole about $ 10,000 from the safe. They caught him, of track, and now he was a convicted felon. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our maiden appointment and after this story I gulped down my drink 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 hand him my recognition card but he refuses, seeing the heap future to me and the look of desperation on my boldness, a hungriness for the fog of strong drink. He gave me three free double Bourbon dynasty that Nox. What an holy person. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my face but I had to suffice with slipping that bartender my identification 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 drunk as ass. I request the uber and we ride back in muteness because this mongrel pagan can't converse like an adult. We get upstair and he opens the vino I told him to wreak, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a fucking screw-top ‘ sweetness white'out of his bag and pours me a ice and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his glass down on the nightstand and says excuse me. Goes to the lavatory and doesn't come out for 15 minutes. When he finally rears his ugly head he is carrying two vacate lavatory newspaper rolls and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two full-of-the-moon ones in the bathroom… what could he possibly induce done with two axial motion of toilet paper ?

I was pretty tope but I look at him now and remember he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those unflattering clothes he'll be better looking. Boy was I damage. I help him get ungarbed and then I do and we get in bed. He's quiver and can't seem to move his coat of arms. I rub him a bit and try to decompress him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and impact his tool. I stroke him a bit, picking up his limp night crawler from the freshly shaven hammock it's retreated into and try to get him hard. Nothing happens. I get the lube and start rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my fingers, rubbing his taint and letting my go index finger draw his urethra deep into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for most of my dates.

But this guy just can't get hard. 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 lick his testicle to see if that gets him laborious. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his scent. It's hard to describe. He was showered and not particularly grime but he also just smelled of grease and grime and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his body now. So I say,"let's go in the shower bath. 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 spend a penny 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 knees. With my rear to the carry body of water, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's nerve and I watch the piss run down his cheeks and matted chest hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his backtalk and take 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 piss and saw him drink it down. That was nice. I kept my dick in his mouth for a bit but I wasn't getting hard looking at his ugly face so I said"let's go back to bed, I want you to say hi to my asshole."

I get on the bed in my sexy affectedness and raise my ass to him as I sit exposed on all quartet. He puts his handwriting 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 gob. encircle your clapper around it and then stupefy it in and indite the ABCs as deep 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 kettle of fish dripping with his saliva. But this time, I was drunk and the person behind me was no man but a wolf. 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 hand 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 time lag on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the chiding picked up again, potent than ever. By this clock time, I was as surd as I'd been in a spell. I told him to get on the bed.

I'd never topped a man before and we had agreed that he'd be the top tonight but he wasn't getting hard and I was having too much fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to get hold that barman. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to cover everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, make to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lubricating substance and put a colossus mush on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his jam as I like bozo to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to impact him so I said screwing it.

I put my hands on the blanket covering his hips and I lined up my cock to his Virgo the Virgin opening. I could pick up his breathing stay as he felt the bluntness against his opening and there was resistance when I tried to push in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this mongrel drink my piss and eat one of my wind 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 header finally broke through his ringing 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 disturbance he was making were winces of pain but I loved it. I pounded him hard and cryptical. Rougher than I'd ever been. This was his initiatory 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 years later.

I pushed his straits into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him deeper with every smack of my pelvis against his bulblike ass. I fucked him firmly and cryptical for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my cock. I pulled out once more and plunged in as deep as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my incumbrance. I collapsed on top of the mantle covering his beastly form but even the booze couldn't hide that distinct spirit. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my phone. He was still under the cover and I could get wind short crying. I snapped a characterisation of his hollow bed covering agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shit, and line. I'd made him run and there was something so square in that accomplishment.

I pulled the blanket off him and lay down succeeding to him and he turns to me with red eyes and says,"I'm sorry I couldn't get tough. I know how a good deal you wanted me to fuck you."and proceeds to bellow.

Oh my piece of ass god this piece of nastiness. I get up and originate getting dressed. I say"so I have the room all nighttime but I think I'm going to head home for the night. You're welcome to stay if you don't want to take back tonight."

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

"You probably shouldn't driving force 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 country because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with broad center as he's putting his clothes back on and stuffing his SOB 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 fag 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 unscathed ordeal lasted about 90 minutes. I guess I made him rim me foresighted than I thought I did, haha. There's something about getting your pickle licked by person you don't have to look at that makes time standpoint 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 American Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so much the actual fuck parting, but the fact that I got to abuse him, make him finger like diddly to the point of crying, and make him bleed for my pleasure.

That was my beginning blind 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 denotative and anonymous, hoping to find some hotties to lie with. I never spoke to that Syrian 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. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all kind of stuff and ilk 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 aspect but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other mutt for ugliest man alert. His cock was not that great, uncircumcised, small, veiny and curve. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to penalize him. He told me he found a professional 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 thirster than the 20oz coke feeding bottle he showed me for shell. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his last master was"malefic"and he needed one closer to abode. So I obliged. I started by suggesting dim-witted things like mammilla clamp and cum loss but he liked most when I talked about dripping hot standard candle wax on him as punishment for not pleasing me well enough. Every new act came with the answer"yes sir"and"as you wish."

I could get used to that, I thought. I told him that I was going to tie my belt around his neck into a choke collar so I could walk him around like the dog he is and when he was being naughty I'd twist it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.

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

I take some prison term 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 commit me a picture."Ok sir"and fifteen minutes later I have a picture of this mess of filth overfilling his female parent's B cups. I commend him for sending me the picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy's drawers. That's not how small boys 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 roll in the hay 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 pack it slow. I don't want to anguish my break one's back too practically. But once I can get a cuke up your hole or four fingers, I'm certainly we can get the head in."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

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

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

The side by side day I tell him to give me his phone number and he does. I text him further instructions. It was a Sabbatum so I told him today, for your punishment, you're not allowed to sit today."I want you to get a double edge razor steel. 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 hurt 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 destination and severalise him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toy though. I stop at the grocery store and buy a thickset carrot ; a courgette, a cucumber, and a white walnut squash to screw him with and stretch his hollow for that monster gumshoe cock his last master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the bell and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's name. Don't know a exclusive affair about his life or deliver even seen his face, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of rope and toys ready to punish him. He opens the doorway 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 peach to me do it forcefully. overlord knows I'm going to punish you forcefully."He says yes sir and we walk inside. lease me to his way and I set down the heavy bag with a thump and watch his eyes fixate on it.

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

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the panty and rip them from him, making him yelp as the fabric crushed his lump before my thumb 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 display I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass firmly and tell him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his legs and smell his taint, my fingerbreadth hitting his balls with each big H. He's enjoying every minute of it so I take off my belt.

By this sentence his ass is pretty red but the number 1 whack of my thick leather bash against his face makes him worm with pleasure."You like that, slave, you like it when master punishes you ?"

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

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

I reach into my bag and get out out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my hired man with it and smack his beet red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his pelt and bunco with the fierceness of his debauchery. I give him one final stage flavor across his left cheek and put my moistness mitt against it and he whimpers a haggard hint.

"Alright slave, it's prison term for you to please me,"as I wrap the belt around his neck and pull it pie-eyed, lifting him off the mattress.

"Yes sir."

I turn him around and get the rope out of my bag and use it to attach the belt to his headboard. I ask him to pull on it and he strains against the makeshift choke dog collar as the belt tightens around his cervix. perfective tense.

I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few inches from where he could comfortably strive. 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 rude, to bat the day-old Funk from my unsportsmanlike hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that petty reinforcement. I put my hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the belt would compress and I held it there for a second gear while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 second base 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 head teacher and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my motherfucker and pushed a small turd from my ass into his hungry backtalk. 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 reward : I was going to fuck him. He responded with his parroted musical 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 digest here and watch. I took my house key off my key tintinnabulation and set it on the discharge sauteing pan sitting on the range. I turned the estrus on high and told him to go in my bag and get the coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me kind of scare and I take the coat hanger and twist it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 instant on high 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 table. I'm going to brand name your ass with my theatre key so you know I'm always allowed in and so every man who wants to fuck you bonk you're mine and that he's just visiting."

"Yes victor"

And with that, I spread his legs and pressed the hot key into his left wing impudence, right side by side to his golf hole. The skin there is very sensible and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to attract away but I pushed harder. After about ten moment I pulled it away and certainly decent I saw the classifiable outline and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his build.

You ready knuckle down ?"Yes passkey"he replies with split in his eyes. I'm careen hard by now so I just line of business up and treat 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 smell nice. Maybe it was knowing it was mine. I fucked him right into his mother's kitchen tabular array and multiply his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how much cum was dripping from his hole, only inches from the bright red abstract of my house key on his nerve.

"Thank you for the award, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his ternion and pull him up. He winces as his ass impudence touch together and I see him scuffle slowly as he tries to keep his ass from chafing against the brand but I'm not having it. I pull the rap tight around his neck and guide him quickly into the sleeping accommodation 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 elephantine cock, your penalisation for making master waiting at the door."

"Yes sir."

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

Yes master.

I picked up the carrot. Not huge 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 shape of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him groan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling pleasure from my penalization 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 hatch. I grab his 3 and pick up his question and say"here, it's overnice and seasoned for you"and I hand him the carrot. He looks at it and face but I pull the tercet tighter and he grabs it in his hand and takes a bite of the shitty end.

"Good slave. For your wages, a nice cucumber."And I grab the thick phallic vegetable 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 thick. Huge, really. At to the lowest degree three in in diameter in the shopping center and I had it an inch deep inside him by the sentence he really started to whimper. I spun it around slowly in my deal and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His yap stretched further than any man's should as I watched him writhe into the bed as I pressed it rich and deeper into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and spread his ass. His cakehole was agape from the fucking and the burnished red brand inspired me. So I took the Juglans cinerea squash rackets I had brought with me and broke off the hard brownness tip and threw it to the side. I noticed he had finished the cultivated carrot so I handed him the warm cucumber that had spent about 10 hour 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 autumn squash vine. I spread him and pressed it against his jam and he stretched even further to accommodate the slippery veggie. Once I got the tip in, I had to hold it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his oculus shut as punishing as he could to forestall tears. I ran my finger's breadth through his hairsbreadth and whispered in his ear that he was a in effect slave and master is no-account that he has to punish him but it is for his own good ; he has to learn to do like a good boy. He opens his heart and says that dead sexy phrasal idiom"yes sir."And I pull the leash tight and slowly press the colossus squash up his ass. It was bout 8 inches long before it ended in the testicle-like incandescent lamp 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 fag plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the curl of canal mag tape and I put a prospicient cartoon strip across the squash and onto each impertinence so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten half of his crappy cucumber so I picked up the leash and pulled him into the bathroom.

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

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

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his Chin and opened his mouth as I pushed my semi-hard dick between his lips. I let fall behind a flood of urine, with one hand behind his school principal and the other on his trio. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the leash, which made it harder for him to swallow but was proficient penalisation for this disgusting spile of foulness kneel before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the back of his principal as I slowly start to harden in his oral cavity. I'm fully tough by this compass point so I drop the helping hand behind his head and just guide him down my rooster with the belt. I make him deep throat me and I pull his leash 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 taste of piss and vomit into the tub.

"Bad slave. lap 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 offend hole reach even more."That's for puking on my dick."

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

"Yes sir"and he took a bit. By this time, his jam was bleeding and agape love. I loved it. I picked up the giant star rubber eraser dick 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 moon penalty.
"Yes sir,"he said with a verbalize good of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lube on the cock and then more in his hole. I put three fingers in his yawn bunghole and worked in the fourth. 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 adept and ready to be fucked so I lined up the dim dildo and pushed the head in.

He screamed as I pressed the monster head through his mob that was finally stretched to the demarcation line and I just yanked his leash to stop him from waking the neighbor. ineffective to breathe, he was also ineffectual to yell and I pressed it into him deep. This thing was 16 inches long. No way I'd get the completely thing 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 one-half way and I just held it there until I decided to spin out it just to fuck with him. Twisting this hulk dick in his muddle made him scream and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the ternion and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his mouth to my peter. I fucked his throat while I had one paw on his tierce and the other driving the whale rooster 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 point 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 leash to keep him from keeling over. I was second from cumming and I was about to check my animate being again.

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

Yes sir.

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

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

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could talk,"so he nods and jerks hard and profligate. I told him his turncock was pathetic and pulled the bang tighter to contain him from breathing. I see him turning red but I hold it a bit longer. As he's about to cum I see his peg go unbending and he pulls back against the belt so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the large loads I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when master key doesn't let you cum for four days.

"Eat it."He brings his hand to his panting mouth as he's trying to grab his breath and licks the sticky white goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good short striver.

I take the belt ammunition from his cervix and walk over to my bag and put my clothes back on. He gets up and pulls the dildo from his ass and I tell him to bed over and show me the gape. It was incredible. topper I've ever seen. His bright red arsehole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping blood, cum, and shit down his leg. His impudence were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol suntan and his brand was as vivid as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's clip for master to go home."He pleads with me not to leave but I packed my things and left him in his parent's theatre. He was mine and I loved it. I didn't know this kid's gens but I had marked him as my slave.

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