I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating high school day. There were a few guy wire I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few years but for the well-nigh function my sexual wakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a shortage of people wanting to get it on me—and as person who lost his virginity in elementary school to a blonde frosh from the in high spirits shoal 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, things were no different.

I'm a bottom and I love to do. I like being on my knees in front of a hot stud who's horny and just looking to use me so he doesn't have to buck off. I have fucked fair sex but with men I found I liked the subservient role. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how a good deal fun it can be to be a dominant schoolmaster of a willing slave.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a virgin and wanted to lose it. He was super hot and I offered to exhibit him an splendid even, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually see up. Apparently soul else saw my offer in the days following and asked if I'd take his virginity. He was 29 and struggled with anxiety and depression so I thought I'd be doing a world servicing. He'd posted in several female meeting place but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said fine, push back up and I'll use my Marriott points to get us a room.

I guess I didn't know what to look. His pic was ugly—in real life though, he was lots worse. Quite easily the ugliest man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his frontal bone that sprouted hair's-breadth like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't pick up again until the base of his skull. I was starting to gain why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed and not often 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 au naturel when it mattered anyway and he arrived two hour later. I asked if he wanted a drink and he said sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my favorite gay bar.

I gild my usual drinking, 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 notecase he says that $ 26 in change was the finis of his last $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every sentence 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 last job and it was probably the only time he strung more than five words together.

He worked at CVS as a supervisor and in a"manic episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the condom. 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 date and after this story I gulped down my drink and slammed the discharge glass against the bar, signaling for the hot art object of ass to make his way over here. He brings me another and I helping hand him my deferred payment placard but he refuses, seeing the heap next to me and the look of despair on my expression, a thirst for the fog of booze. He gave me three free people stunt woman bourbons that night. What an holy man. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my nerve but I had to do with slipping that bartender my figure and dealing with this ignominy.

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 drunkard as fuck. I request the uber and we ride back in silence because this mongrel heathen 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 crashing screw-top ‘ sweet white-hot'out of his bag and decant 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 excuse me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 transactions. When he finally rears his ugly head he is carrying two empty potty newspaper publisher drum roll and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two entire I in the bathroom… what could he possibly have done with two rolls of toilet paper ?

I was pretty intoxicated but I look at him now and call up he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those unflattering clothes he'll be better looking. Boy was I ill-timed. I help him get strip down and then I do and we get in bed. He's shaking and can't seem to move his 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 meet his dick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his hobble night crawler from the saucily shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him hard. nada happens. I get the lube and start rubbing him, squeezing his Lucille Ball and running them between my fingers, rubbing his taint and letting my unfold power finger draw his urethra trench into his scrotum, a move that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for nearly 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 intend I'm going to lick his balls to see if that gets him punishing. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his aroma. It's grueling to describe. He was showered and not particularly dirty but he also just smelled of lubricating oil and grime and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his dead body now. So I say,"let's go in the shower bath. 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 take down him a bit. He says ok and gets on his knees. With my back to the running urine, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's face and I watch the water run down his boldness and matted pectus hair's-breadth. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his mouth and submit my dick inside. I stopped peeing for a second but it stung so tope me just let it go again and I filled his mouth with pass water and saw him drink it down. That was nice. I kept my dick in his mouthpiece for a bit but I wasn't getting hard looking at his frightful 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 pose and raise my ass to him as I sit exposed on all quartet. He puts his manus on my rear and scratch 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 hollow. Circle your spit around it and then stick it in and write the alphabet as deep as you can."He does.

I love getting my asshole eaten. It's an incredible feeling and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my muddle 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 guard it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his natural language out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his principal, 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 hold on his oleaginous scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the tongue-lashing picked up again, secure than ever. By this time, I was as voiceless 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 grueling 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 barkeeper. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to address 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 giant mush on my point. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guy wire to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to impact him so I said nookie it.

I put my paw on the blanket covering his hips and I lined up my prick to his Virgin opening. I could hear his breathing stop as he felt the bluntness against his opening and there was resistance when I tried to push in. I wasn't having it though. I'd just made this mutt drink my pissing and eat one of my farts and now he was going to take a payload of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in punishing. When my headland finally broke through his doughnut I heard him yelp and try to pull away but I grabbed his hair through the mantle and pulled him back against me. I pulled his psyche up so that his back arched as I pulled out and drop down back in again. The disturbance he was making were wince of annoyance but I loved it. I pounded him tough and abstruse. jolty than I'd ever been. This was his first metre and I wanted him to recall it—hopefully by having to explicate to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his bagger had bloodstained skid-marks four solar day later.

I pushed his head into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to strangle him as I pushed him inscrutable with every smack of my hip against his bulgy ass. I fucked him surd and deep for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar tingling at the base of my hawkshaw. I pulled out once more and plunged in as cryptical as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my load. I collapsed on top of the cover covering his beastly form but even the booze couldn't hide that distinct smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my phone. He was still under the blanket and I could hear light crying. I snapped a mental picture of his hollow spread agape love and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shit, and blood. I'd made him bleed and there was something so comforting in that attainment.

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

Oh my roll in the hay god this firearm of stain. I get up and start getting dressed. I say"so I have the elbow room all night but I think I'm going to head home for the night. You're welcome to stay put if you don't want to take back tonight."

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

"You probably shouldn't drive if you're distraught,"I say with whatever concern I can rally 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 land because I'm a convicted felon."

I stare at him with wide eyes as he's putting his apparel back on and stuffing his shit 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 room access. It was only about 11 so I lit a cigaret and got in my car.

It was fun I guess. A nice history and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The whole trial by 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 yap licked by mortal you don't have to seem 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 Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a lot the actual screw persona, but the fact that I got to ill-treat him, make him sense like shit to the full point of crying, and have him phlebotomize for my pleasure.

That was my outset 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 expressed and anon., hoping to notice some hotties to have sex. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some messages from college guy rope for a quick cock sucking or a fuck behind the bookcases in the library during midterms. 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 poppycock 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 pic he sent me wasn't a face but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the former mongrel for ugliest man alert. His stopcock was not that great, uncircumcised, belittled, veiny and stooping. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to punish 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 giant matter, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke bottle 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 concluding overlord was"evil"and he needed one closer to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting bare things like tit clamps and cum deprivation but he liked most when I talked about dripping hot candle wax on him as punishment for not pleasing me well enough. Every new act came with the reply"yes sir"and"as you wish."

I could get used to that, I thought. I told him that I was going to tie my belt around his neck opening into a choke apprehension so I could walk 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 whack to the psyche of his bed and get on all fours at the metrical unit so that he could eat my cakehole but I'd be just out of compass. I wanted him to stifle himself in order to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my tongue in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is passably mad. I'd never done anything like that to mortal but he was chomping at the bit to get me to come over and penalise him.
I don't even know this kid's gens but he wants me to strangle him while he eats my jam.

I take some fourth dimension off from Grindr to go out with a admirer 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 yoke of her scanty and a bra and to put them on and send me a picture."Ok sir"and xv minutes later I have a video of this pile of filth overfilling his mother's B cup. I commend him for sending me the film. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mommy's pants. That's not how trivial boys are supposed to act. His only reply :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to firebrand him before I fuck him so that he knows he's mine and that everyone who fucks him after will know he's my striver."Yes sir"

I also tell him I want him to be wearing those pantie and bra when I come over because he needs to be punished hard for such a transgression. I told him I was going to have sex him with that dildo as his penalty and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll take it irksome. I don't want to hurt my slave too much. But once I can get a cucumber up your hole or four fingers, I'm trusted we can get the fountainhead in."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

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

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

The following day I tell him to turn over me his phone telephone number and he does. I text him farther 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 double edge razor blade. Go out and buy one at Walgreens if you don't have one, and put it between your ass face so you can't sit down."“ When you want to sit I want you to text me about how much your legs distress and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

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

I ask him for his name and address and tell him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some miniature though. I stop at the grocery memory board and buy a thick Daucus carota sativa ; a courgette, a cuke, and a butternut squash to jazz him with and stretch his kettle of fish for that giant rubber cock his last master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his home, I ring the toll and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's figure. Don't know a ace affair about his life or let even seen his typeface, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of rope and toys fix to penalize him. He opens the door and, dependable to teaching, is wearing cipher but his mother's bra and pantie.

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

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

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

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the step-in and rip them from him, making him yap as the material crushed his balls before my riffle nail pushing into the stuff caused it to pass way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no bother. With his fat ass on display I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass intemperately and tell him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his legs and smack his taint, my finger hitting his balls with each smack. He's enjoying every minute of it so I take off my belt.

By this time his ass is pretty red but the world-class rap of my thick leather belt against his cheek makes him squirm with pleasure."You like that, slave, you like it when master punishes you ?"

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

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

I reach into my bag and rend out the bottle of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my hand with it and peck his Beta vulgaris red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his skin and bunco with the fury of his debauchery. I give him one last flavour across his pull up stakes cheek and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a worn breathing time.

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

"Yes sir."

I turn him around and get the rophy out of my bag and use it to tie the whang to his headboard. I ask him to pull on it and he strains against the makeshift choke shoe collar as the belt tightens around his cervix. perfect.

I get on all quaternity and show him my ass, just a few inch from where he could comfortably reach. I look back and see him straining as he pushed his tongue out as far as he can but only lightly grazes me. I certainly didn't shower before coming here. I wanted him to taste me natural, to lick the day-old Funk from my contaminating cakehole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he love that little wages. I put my hand on his pass behind me and pulled away a bit so the belt would squeeze and I held it there for a second while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 s 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 wind coming so I grabbed his head and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my arse and pushed a small crap from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn't let up until I was certain he had chewed and swallowed it all. I pushed him back a little so he could take a breather 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 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 bear here and watch. I took my menage key off my key ring and set it on the empty frying pan sitting on the range. I turned the heating system on high and told him to go in my bag and get the coating hanger I brought with.

He looks at me kind of scared and I take the coat hanger and stoop it into a branding branding iron for him. After about 10 minute of arc on high school hotness, 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, inclination over the mesa. I'm going to brand your ass with my house key so you know I'm always allowed in and so every man who wants to fuck you get it on you're mine and that he's just visiting."

"Yes superior"

And with that, I spread his pegleg and pressed the hot key into his result cheek, rectify next to his mess. 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 bod.

You ready slave ?"Yes master"he replies with tears in his center. I'm rock difficult by now so I just line up and plow into him dry. He's had some of his own toys up there so I know he's not that tight but shit did his ass feel nice. Maybe it was knowing it was mine. I fucked him right into his female parent'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 outline of my house key on his cheek.

"Thank you for the present, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his leash and pulling him up. He winces as his ass cheeks touch together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to forbid his ass from chafing against the sword but I'm not having it. I pull the swath tight around his cervix and templet him quickly into the bedroom and confuse 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 first, I'm going to stretch you with these vegetables and after, I want you to eat them."

Yes master.

I picked up the carrot. Not 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 cakehole against the cone of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling pleasure from my punishment so I pushed deeper. By now, the cultivated 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 troika and piece up his head and say"here, it's nice and seasoned for you"and I hand him the carrot. He looks at it and grimace but I pull the leash tighter and he grabs it in his hand and takes a bite of the shitty end.

"Good slave. For your reward, a overnice 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 cakehole and push into him. It's thick. Huge, really. At least three inch in diameter in the essence and I had it an column inch deep inside him by the meter he really started to mewl. I spun it around slowly in my hand and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His hole stretched further than any man's should as I watched him writhe into the bed as I pressed it abstruse and deeper into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and diffuse his ass. His hole was agape from the piece of ass and the vivid red stain inspired me. So I took the butternut tree squash rackets I had brought with me and broke off the laborious brown tip and threw it to the side. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the affectionate cucumber that had spent about 10 instant 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 adequate lubrication for something as big as a crepuscule squash racquets. I spread him and pressed it against his hole and he stretched even further to oblige the slippery vegetable. Once I got the tip in, I had to concord it there while he composed himself. His tooth were clenched and his eyes shut as intemperate as he could to prevent teardrop. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a good slave and master is drab that he has to punish him but it is for his own good ; he has to learn to bear like a respectable boy. He opens his optic and says that dead sexy phrasal idiom"yes sir."And I pull the III tight and slowly compact the behemoth 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 flared end so I didn't have to occupy about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a butt stopple. Once it was in him I grabbed the bowl of duct tape and I put a longsighted strip across the squash and onto each nerve so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten one-half of his icky cucumber so I picked up the tierce and pulled him into the lav.

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

I said to him"master 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 lose a torrent of peeing, with one helping hand behind his head and the other on his leash. He let some leak out out at first so I tightened the lead, which made it heavy for him to swallow but was proficient punishment for this disgusting down of filth kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the rachis of his promontory as I slowly start to temper in his backtalk. I'm fully hard by this level so I drop the bridge player behind his head and just guide him down my cock with the belt. I make him inscrutable pharynx me and I pull his leash tight and I feel it shove my cockhead. It was one of the most unbelievable feelings of my life thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful of peeing and vomit into the tub.

"Bad slave. punch 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 wound hole stretches even more."That's for puking on my dick."

I rip the tape measure off and with it comes the lousy squash racquets. Some of his ass whisker was still stuck to the tape but I ripped it off and handed him the squash and said"remember mama said always eat your vegetables."

"Yes sir"and he took a morsel. By this time, his gob was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the giant rubber rooster 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 wax punishment.
"Yes sir,"he said with a mouth to the full of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lubricant on the putz and then more in his kettle of fish. I put three fingerbreadth in his yawn asshole and worked in the quartern. I have big hired man. 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 good and ready to be fucked so I lined up the black dildo and pushed the head in.

He screamed as I pressed the heavyweight head through his ring that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his tether to stop him from waking the neighbor. unable to breathe, he was also ineffectual to yell and I pressed it into him mysterious. This thing was 16 inches long. No way I'd get the whole thing up his poop slideway 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 it just to fuck with him. Twisting this giant dick in his fix made him scream and groan into his pillow so I grabbed the terzetto and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his sassing to my prick. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his tercet and the other driving the giant stopcock 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 leash to keep him from keeling over. I was arcsecond from cumming and I was about to pock my wildcat again.

"Here it comes slave"and I unleashed four thick ropes of cum across his face. He tried to drub it off but I stopped him."NO."“ Let it dry. I want you to sense 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 cock and starts jerking furiously.

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

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could talk,"so he nods and jerks hard and debauched. I told him his cock was pathetic and pulled the whang 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 unbending and he pulls back against the smash so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the biggest tons I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when lord doesn't let you cum for four days.

"Eat it."He brings his paw to his panting lip as he's trying to catch his breath and licks the sticky Edward D. White goo from his finger and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good little striver.

I take the bang from his neck and paseo 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 designate me the gape. It was incredible. serious I've ever seen. His promising red asshole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping origin, cum, and shit down his leg. His nerve were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol burn and his brand was as vivid as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's prison term for master copy to go home."He pleads with me not to pull up stakes but I packed my affair and left him in his parent's theater. He was mine and I loved it. I didn't know this kid's name but I had marked him as my slave.

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