I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his homosexuality until graduating high school. There were a few guys I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few years but for the nearly percentage my sexual awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a shortfall of people wanting to get laid me—and as someone 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 dissimilar.

I'm a bottom and I love to serve well. 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 yank off. I have fucked fair sex but with men I found I liked the submissive role. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how practically fun it can be to be a dominant headmaster of a willing striver.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a virgin and wanted to lose it. He was superintendent hot and I offered to show him an excellent evening, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually get together up. Apparently somebody else saw my offer in the days following and asked if I'd subscribe 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 various distaff meeting place but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said OK, drive 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 tangible life though, he was much speculative. Quite easily the slimy man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his forehead that sprouted tomentum like a fern atop his otherwise bare cranium and his hairline didn't plectrum up again until the base of his skull. I was starting to take in 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 sole clothes he has are sweatshirts and jean. 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 pet gay bar.

I order my common drink, which is top-shelf Bourbon dynasty, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the change back in his billfold he says that $ 26 in change was the final stage of his last $ 40. I just took a drunkenness and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every clock time 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 story of how he lost his last job and it was probably the only fourth dimension he strung More than five Bible together.

He worked at CVS as a supervisor and in a"frenzied episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the safe. They caught him, of course, and now he was a convicted outlaw. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our initiative date and after this story I gulped down my boozing and slammed the empty ice against the bar, signaling for the hot musical composition of ass to give his way over here. He brings me another and I hand him my course credit card but he refuses, seeing the heap succeeding to me and the look of desperation on my face, a thirst for the fog of booze. He gave me three free double bourbon that dark. What an holy man. There were so many hotties in the bar that night that I should've asked to sit on my face but I had to do with slipping that bartender my number and dealing with this disgrace.

I was pretty sloshed and this guy turns to me and says,"I'm getting pretty tired"( it was 10:30 pm ). Ok. Let's go back to the hotel. Whatever. I'm wino as fuck. I request the uber and we ride back in silence because this mongrel heathen can't converse like an grownup. We get up the stairs and he opens the wine I told him to contribute, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a fucking screw-top ‘ sweetness white'out of his bag and decant me a meth and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his methamphetamine down on the nightstand and says excuse me. Goes to the bathroom and doesn't come out for 15 instant. When he finally rears his atrocious head he is carrying two void toilet paper ringlet and asks me if there is an extra one. Yeah, there were two replete ones in the bathroom… what could he possibly have done with two bowl 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 clothes he'll be ameliorate looking. Boy was I unseasonable. I help him get strip 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 relax him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and bear on his prick. I stroke him a bit, picking up his hitch night fishworm from the freshly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him intemperately. Nothing happens. I get the lubricating substance and set out rubbing him, squeezing his egg and running them between my fingers, rubbing his taint and letting my go exponent finger trace his urethra deep into his scrotum, a motility that usually leads to a throbbing hard on for most of my dates.

But this guy just can't get heavy. 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 balls to see if that gets him intemperate. I move closer and I'm confronted with the streamer of his perfume. It's surd to line. He was showered and not particularly dirty but he also just smelled of grease and grime and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his eubstance now. So I say,"let's go in the cascade. That'd be reasonably 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 pass water on him. I'm not really into watersports at all but I guess I wanted to degrade him a bit. He says ok and gets on his knee. With my backbone to the endure water, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's human face and I watch the weewee run down his nerve and matted breast hair. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to spread his mouth and take my dick inside. I stopped peeing for a bit but it stung so wino me just let it go again and I filled his lip with piss and saw him tope it down. That was nice. I kept my dick in his backtalk for a bit but I wasn't getting gruelling looking at his despicable 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 leaven my ass to him as I sit exposed on all fours. He puts his bridge player on my back and scratch his fingers down my pass. 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 ? slug my hole. circulate your spit around it and then stick it in and save the alphabet as deep as you can."He does.

I love getting my SOB eaten. It's an incredible feeling and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my hollow dripping with his saliva. But this prison term, I was drunk and the person behind me was no man but a beast. I had to break wind. I tried to control it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his glossa out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his head word, 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 overstretch away but I kept my hold on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the objurgation picked up again, unassailable than ever. By this prison term, I was as hard as I'd been in a while. I told him to get on the bed.

I'd never topped a man before and we had agreed that he'd be the top tonight but he wasn't getting hard and I was having too much fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to find that bartender. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to hide everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all fours, cook to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lubricant and put a giant glop on my forefront. I thought about rubbing it into his hole as I like guys to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to tinct him so I said fuck it.

I put my hired hand on the blanket covering his rose hip and I lined up my cock 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 mongrel wassail my piss and eat one of my flatus and now he was going to need a load of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in knockout. When my head finally broke through his ring I heard him yelp and try to pull away but I grabbed his fuzz through the cover and pulled him back against me. I pulled his promontory up so that his back arched as I pulled out and subside back in again. The noises he was making were winces of nuisance but I loved it. I pounded him hard and recondite. rough than I'd ever been. This was his first time and I wanted him to commemorate it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his boxers had bloodstained skid-marks four days later.

I pushed his point into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to choke him as I pushed him mystifying with every smack of my hip against his bulbous ass. I fucked him hard and rich for about eight instant until I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my shaft. I pulled out once Thomas More and plunged in as deep as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my load. I collapsed on top of the mantle covering his beastly form but even the liquor couldn't hide that clear-cut sense of smell. I quickly got up and sauntered over to the nightstand for my phone. He was still under the mantle and I could listen wanton crying. I snapped a picture of his hole spread agape and dripping with a pink slurry of cum, diddlysquat, and blood. I'd made him bleed and there was something so live up to in that accomplishment.

I pulled the blanket off him and lay down side by side to him and he turns to me with red center and says,"I'm sorry I couldn't get hard. I know how much you wanted me to jazz you."and proceeds to bawl.

Oh my fucking god this piece of skank. I get up and start getting dressed. I say"so I have the way all Night but I think I'm going to head home for the night. 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 bust from his face.

"You probably shouldn't ride 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 leave 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 shit into his backpack. I say,"ok then, I guess I'm going to go place"and with that, I pick up my bag and walk out the room access. It was only about 11 so I lit a butt 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 whole ordeal lasted about 90 second. I guess I made him rim me longer than I thought I did, haha. There's something about getting your fix licked by someone you don't have to look at that makes fourth dimension stand still, maybe even more because I could fantasize that the man behind me or under that blanket wasn't the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot Indian twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a lot the actual fucking part, but the fact that I got to maltreat him, make him feel like horseshit to the point of crying, and make him bleed for my pleasure.

That was my 1st screen day of the month 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 2nd profile that is explicit and anonymous, hoping to find some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that Irish punt puppy again but I did get some messages from college bozo for a quick blowjob or a fuck behind the bookcases in the library during midterms. That is, until I got a message from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorting of stuff and the likes of to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to meet. He's into penalization. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The painting he sent me wasn't a cheek but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other mutt for ugliest man active. His pecker was not that peachy, uncircumcised, diminished, veiny and stooping. He was fatter than me, and itching for someone to penalise 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 monster affair, as thick and longer than the 20oz coke bottle he showed me for weighing machine. It looked terrifying but I wanted to use it on him as soon as I saw it. He said his last master was"evil"and he needed one closer to home. So I obliged. I started by suggesting simple things like mammilla clamps and cum neediness but he liked nigh when I talked about dripping hot candle wax on him as penalty 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 smash 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 pull it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the belt ammunition to the head of his bed and get on all quaternary at the human foot so that he could eat my jam but I'd be just out of range. I wanted him to pass away himself in purchase order to please me. He said"Yes sir,"“ I will put my tongue in deep."Ok, now I'm thinking this kid is pretty crazy. I'd never done anything like that to someone but he was chomping at the bit to get me to follow over and penalize him.
I don't even know this kid's name but he wants me to strangle him while he eats my hole.

I take some 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 elbow room and get a pair of her pantie and a bra and to put them on and transport me a picture."Ok sir"and fifteen minutes later I have a picture of this pile of dirty word overfilling his mother's B cup. I commend him for sending me the picture. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through momma's knickers. That's not how small son are supposed to act. His only response :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to make him before I fuck him so that he knows he's mine and that everyone who fucks him after will know he's my slave."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 love him with that dildo as his punishment and he replies"but sir it's so big."

"I know. We'll take it sluggish. I don't want to hurt my slave too much. But once I can get a Cucumis sativus up your hole or four finger's breadth, I'm sure we can get the head 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 figure and had only messaged him for 18 hours but he was already volition to let me divest him of the only fun in his wretched life : his jerk sessions.

The next day I tell him to devote me his phone number and he does. I text him boost statement. It was a Saturday so I told him today, for your penalisation, you're not allowed to sit today."I want you to get a image border 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 stage hurt and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

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

I ask him for his address and severalise him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some miniature though. I stop at the market stock and buy a thick carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut squash rackets to bang him with and unfold his golf hole for that elephantine golosh cock his hold up master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his house, I ring the bell shape and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's figure. Don't know a undivided thing about his spirit or take in even seen his brass, yet I'm here with a duffle bag bag of rope and toys fix to punish him. He opens the threshold and, true to instruction, is wearing nothing but his mother's bra and step-in.

"Hello overlord,"he mumbles.

"Speak up, slave. If you're going to spill the beans to me do it forcefully. Lord knows I'm going to punish you forcefully."He says yes sir and we walk inside. pack me to his elbow room and I set down the heavy bag with a thud and find out his eyes fixate on it.

"Lay down on your venter, little boy. You need to be punished for playing in mammy'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 testicle before my riffle nail pushing into the material caused it to give way. I unhook the bra and he takes it off with no bicker. With his fat ass on display I start the verbal degradation. I smack his ass hard and recite him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his peg and reek his taint, my finger's breadth hitting his nut 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 get-go belt of my midst leather belt against his cheek makes him writhe with pleasure."You like that, buckle down, you like it when master copy punishes you ?"

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

I whack him again and say he isn't trying grueling 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 inebriant I had with me and wet my hand with it and smack his beetroot red ass. He screams as the cool liquid touches his pelt and stings with the Fury of his riot. I give him one last smack across his left brass and put my damp hand against it and he whimpers a pinched breath.

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

"Yes sir."

I turn him around and get the roofy 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 make-do choke collar as the belt tightens around his neck opening. Perfect.

I get on all fours and show him my ass, just a few in 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 savor me natural, to lick the day-old funk from my dirty hole. I decided to back up into him a bit and boy did he enjoy that little advantage. I put my hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the whack would press and I held it there for a second base while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 seconds so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my hole. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his face. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his drumhead and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my asshole and pushed a small turd from my ass into his hungry mouth. I didn't let up until I was 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 phrase.

So I got up and went to my bag and pulled out my keys and told him to succeed me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to suffer here and determine. I took my firm key off my key ring and set it on the empty sauteing pan sitting on the stove. I turned the heat on high and told him to go in my bag and get the pelage hanger I brought with.

He looks at me kind of frighten off and I take the coat hanger and bend it into a branding atomic number 26 for him. After about 10 minutes on heights 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 wire hanger.

"Alright, lean over the table. I'm going to sword your ass with my business firm 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 overlord"

And with that, I spread his wooden leg and pressed the hot key into his left buttock, right side by side to his muddle. The hide 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 second I pulled it away and sure plenty I saw the distinctive schema and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his pulp.

You ready break one's back ?"Yes victor"he replies with bout in his middle. I'm rock 'n' roll strong 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 nasty but damn 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 much cum was dripping from his gob, only inches from the bright red outline of my home key on his cheek.

"Thank you for the present, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his three and pull him up. He winces as his ass cheeks touch together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to preclude his ass from chafing against the brand but I'm not having it. I pull the belt tight around his neck and usher 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 titan hammer, your punishment for making master key wait at the door."

"Yes sir."

"But low, I'm going to extend you with these veg 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 mess 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 penalization so I pushed deeper. By now, the Daucus carota sativa was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy tops. I pull it out and the tip is shit treat. I grab his triplet and find fault up his head and say"here, it's overnice and seasoned for you"and I hired man him the cultivated carrot. He looks at it and grimace but I pull the terzetto tighter and he grabs it in his script and takes a bite of the shitty end.

"commodity striver. 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 muddle and get-up-and-go into him. It's midst. Huge, really. At to the lowest degree three inch in diameter in the center and I had it an inch cryptical inside him by the time he really started to wail. 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 wrestle into the bed as I pressed it cryptical and mystifying into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and disseminate his ass. His trap was love feast from the fucking and the brilliantly red marque inspired me. So I took the butternut squash I had brought with me and broke off the concentrated brown tip and threw it to the slope. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the warm cucumber that had spent about 10 minute of arc in his ass and he hungrily took a collation.

Next, I took the squash and squirted some lubricating substance on it. My cum was no longer plenty lubrication for something as big as a fall squash vine. I spread him and pressed it against his hole and he stretched even further to oblige the slippery veg. Once I got the tip in, I had to hold it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as arduous as he could to prevent split. I ran my fingerbreadth through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a safe slave and original is sorry that he has to penalise him but it is for his own goodness ; he has to instruct to conduct like a respectable boy. He opens his heart and says that dead sexy idiomatic expression"yes sir."And I pull the leash tight and slowly press the elephantine squash up his ass. It was bout 8 inch long before it ended in the testicle-like bulb at the end. I liked that this one had a flared end so I didn't have to worry about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a butt wad. Once it was in him I grabbed the curlicue of duct magnetic tape and I put a foresighted slip across the squash rackets and onto each cheek so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten one-half of his shitty cucumber so I picked up the terzetto and pulled him into the bathroom.

He could barely walk. Between the ass brand and the giant squash rackets in his hole, crawling was near impossible without crying but I loved seeing the bust well up in his middle so I pulled him tighter and guided him into the tub.

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

"Yes sir"

I grabbed his mentum and opened his rima oris as I pushed my semi-hard dick between his lips. I let fall behind a flood of piss, with one hand behind his head and the other on his collar. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the deuce-ace, which made it intemperately for him to accept but was secure punishment for this disgusting wad of foulness kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my piss but I keep my hold on the back of his head as I slowly start to indurate in his back talk. I'm fully firmly by this point so I drop the paw behind his foreland and just head him down my cock with the belt. I make him inscrutable pharynx me and I pull his leash tight and I feel it squeeze my cockhead. It was one of the most incredible tone of my life thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful of pee and puke into the tub.

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

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

"Yes sir"and he took a bit. By this fourth dimension, his cakehole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the hulk safe 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 punishment.
"Yes sir,"he said with a mouth good of shit-stained squash.

I put some more lubricator on the hammer and then more in his hole. I put three fingers in his gaped arsehole and worked in the fourth. I have big men. I tried to also get my thumb in but I couldn't get the metacarpophalangeal joint in so I could properly first him. I figured he was ripe and quick to be fucked so I lined up the black dildo and pushed the caput in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant star heading through his ringing that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his leash to stop him from waking the neighbour. Unable to pass off, he was also unable to holler and I pressed it into him deeper. This affair was 16 inches long. No way I'd get the whole thing up his poop chute but I was determined to get to the highest degree of it. I let him down a bit once I was inside about half way and I just held it there until I decided to spin it just to fuck with him. Twisting this jumbo shaft in his hole made him screaming and groan into his pillow so I grabbed the three and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his mouth to my cock. I fucked his throat while I had one script on his leash and the other driving the giant hammer 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 quietus of the dildo slid into his ass as I pushed him down and I pulled the leash to go on him from keeling over. I was seconds from cumming and I was about to mark my savage again.

"Here it comes buckle down"and I unleashed four thickheaded ropes 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 salutary striver. 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 leash tighter.

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could verbalize,"so he nods and jerks hard and fast. I told him his pecker was pathetic and pulled the belt ammunition 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 legs go rigid and he pulls back against the bang so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the expectant payload I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when master doesn't let you cum for four twenty-four hours.

"Eat it."He brings his hand to his panting mouth as he's trying to catch his intimation and licks the sticky white goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a well small slave.

I take the belt from his neck 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 demonstrate me the gape. It was incredible. honest I've ever seen. His bright red asshole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping line, cum, and shit down his leg. His cheeks were scarlet from the belting and the inebriant burn and his brand was as vivid as ever.

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

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