I'm a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating luxuriously schooling. There were a few guys I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few eld but for the virtually component my intimate awakening didn't happen until I got to college. I've never had a shortage of multitude wanting to fuck me—and as someone who lost his virginity in unproblematic school to a blond frosh from the high schooltime 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, things were no unlike.

I'm a bottom and I love to help. I like being on my stifle in front of a hot rivet 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 submissive character. It wasn't until just recently that I found out how a good deal fun it can be to be a dominant original of a leave striver.

I commented on a Reddit pic a kid had posted saying he was still a Virgo and wanted to lose it. He was super hot and I offered to show him an fantabulous eve, jokingly, assuming he was too far away to actually meet up. Apparently someone else saw my offering in the daylight 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 public service. He'd posted in several female forum but found no takers. The pic he sent me wasn't terrible so I said all right, drive up and I'll use my Marriott spot to get us a room.

I guess I didn't know what to expect. His pic was ugly—in real number life though, he was much worse. Quite easily the ugliest man I'd ever seen. He had a boil on his forehead that sprouted haircloth like a fern atop his otherwise bare brainpan and his hairline didn't weft up again until the radix of his skull. I was starting to bring in why he'd never been laid. Fat, bald, and unhygienic. He was also unemployed and not a good deal for conversation.

Before he left he texted me to ask if I was dressing up because the lonesome clothes he has are sweatshirts and jeans. I joked something about being naked when it mattered anyway and he arrived two 60 minutes later. I asked if he wanted a beverage and he said sure so I called us an uber and we went down to my front-runner gay bar.

I order my usual drink, which is top-shelf Bourbon dynasty, and he offers to pay for both of ours because I got the uber. Ok. As he puts the alteration back in his wallet he says that $ 26 in change was the last of his last $ 40. I just took a drink and tried to smile. We sat and talked a bit but every time I'd ask him things like"what do you like to do ?"or"what keeps you busy ?"I'd get"not very much"as a response. He told me the fib of how he lost his net job and it was probably the only time he strung Sir Thomas More than five Word together.

He worked at CVS as a supervisor and in a"manic episode"stole about $ 10,000 from the safe. They caught him, of course, and now he was a convicted felon. I had told the bartender as soon as we sat down that it was our first date and after this tarradiddle I gulped down my crapulence and slammed the empty chalk against the bar, signaling for the hot objet d'art of ass to make his way over here. He brings me another and I deal him my course credit board but he refuses, seeing the heap succeeding to me and the facial expression of desperation on my face, a hunger for the fog of hard drink. He gave me three free double Bourbon dynasty that Nox. What an Angel. 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 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 nookie. I request the uber and we ride back in quiet because this mongrel heathen can't converse like an adult. We get on a higher floor and he opens the wine-colored I told him to bring, because I paid for the hotel. He brings a fucking screw-top ‘ sweet flannel'out of his bag and rain buckets me a glass and hands it to me. I move over and pat the bed for him to get in. He sets his trash 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 nous he is carrying two discharge toilet paper rolls and asks me if there is an special one. Yeah, there were two good 1 in the bathroom… what could he possibly consume done with two rolls of toilet paper ?

I was pretty drunk but I look at him now and suppose he's maybe not so bad. Maybe if I get him out of those unflattering clothes he'll be better looking. Boy was I wrong. I help him get undressed and then I do and we get in bed. He's quiver and can't seem to locomote his branch. I rub him a bit and try to relax him. I guess he's not completely vile, I think to myself, so I go lower and touch his hawkshaw. I stroke him a bit, picking up his hitch Night fishworm from the newly shaven sack it's retreated into and try to get him hard. Nothing happens. I get the lubricator and go rubbing him, squeezing his balls and running them between my finger's breadth, rubbing his contamination and letting my extended index finger hunt 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 heavily. 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 solve his balls to see if that gets him gruelling. I move closer and I'm confronted with the waft of his scent. It's hard to describe. 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 body now. So I say,"let's go in the shower. That'd be passably 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 degrade him a bit. He says ok and gets on his knees. With my vertebral column to the run away H2O, I proceed to empty my bladder on this disgusting man's nerve and I watch the pissing run down his cheeks and matted dresser whisker. I'm enjoying it pretty well when he decides to open his mouth and take my peter inside. I stopped peeing for a instant 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 surly 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 fours. He puts his hand on my backrest and rub 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 hole. Circle your tongue around it and then stay it in and spell the first rudiment as abstruse as you can."He does.

I love getting my asshole eaten. It's an incredible look and I'll basically do anything I am asked to after a man gets my hole dripping with his spittle. But this time, I was wino and the person behind me was no man but a beast. I had to fart. I tried to hold it in but when I clenched my hole I pushed his tongue out. So I reached behind me and put my hand on his head, pulling him in closer to me, and I released.

I heard him gag as I let the gas escape me. I felt him try to pull up away but I kept my delay on his greasy scalp and let another one rip. He almost passed out, I think, but the objurgation picked up again, stronger than ever. By this clip, I was as concentrated 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 strong and I was having too very much fun degrading him so I decided I'd fuck him then go back to the bar to bump that mixologist. He lay down and I threw the blanket over him to cover everything but his ass as he knelt for me on all 4, ready to be penetrated. And with that, I grabbed the lube and put a behemoth slop on my head. I thought about rubbing it into his kettle of fish as I like guys to do to me before they fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to partake him so I said fuck it.

I put my hands on the blanket covering his hips and I lined up my stopcock to his Virgo possible action. I could pick up his breathing stop as he felt the bluntness against his opening move 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 farts and now he was going to take a load of my cum whether he wanted it or not. So I pushed in backbreaking. When my top dog finally broke through his hoop I heard him yip and try to perpetrate away but I grabbed his hair through the blanket and pulled him back against me. I pulled his drumhead up so that his back arched as I pulled out and fall off back in again. The noise he was making were flinch of pain in the ass but I loved it. I pounded him backbreaking and deep. boisterous than I'd ever been. This was his foremost time and I wanted him to think of it—hopefully by having to explain to his mom, with whom he still lived, why his boxers had bloodstained skid-marks four twenty-four hours later.

I pushed his heading into the mattress, drunkenly attempting to suffocate him as I pushed him mysterious with every scag of my renal pelvis against his protuberant ass. I fucked him intemperate and cryptical for about eight minutes until I felt that familiar tingling at the radix of my peter. I pulled out once more and plunged in as inscrutable as I could and I finally burst inside him, filling him with my lading. I collapsed on top of the blanket 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 word-painting of his hole spread agape and dripping with a pinkish slurry of cum, shit, and blood. I'd made him run and there was something so satisfying in that achievement.

I pulled the cover 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 lots you wanted me to have a go at it you."and return to bawl.

Oh my nooky god this piece of filth. I get up and start getting dressed. I say"so I have the room 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 tears from his face.

"You probably shouldn't private road if you're distraught,"I say with whatever concern I can muster 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 get out 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 horseshit into his back pack. I say,"ok then, I guess I'm going to go home base"and with that, I pick up my bag and take the air out the door. It was only about 11 so I lit a cigarette and got in my car.

It was fun I guess. A nice story and I did get my ass eaten and got to cum. The whole ordeal lasted about 90 arcminute. I guess I made him rim me retentive than I thought I did, haha. There's something about getting your hole licked by someone you don't have to look at that makes time stand still, maybe even more because I could fantasize that the man behind me or under that blanket wasn't the hairy heathen I was fucking but rather some hot Native American twink. I really enjoyed topping him, not so a lot the real fucking share, but the fact that I got to blackguard him, make him feel like squat to the point of crying, and form him shed blood for my pleasure.

That was my starting time 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 explicit and anonymous, hoping to receive some hotties to fuck. I never spoke to that pound puppy again but I did get some message from college guys for a quickly cock sucking or a fuck behind the bookcases in the program library during midterm. That is, until I got a substance from Chubby 24. This kid was messed up.

He tells me he's into all sorts of stuff and nonsense and likes to be kinky. I'm intrigued so I ask how he likes to meet. He's into punishment. I think he phrased it as,"I know I deserve it sometimes."The picture he sent me wasn't a fount but from what I could see he wasn't far behind the other mongrel for worthless man alive. His putz was not that bully, uncircumcised, small, veiny and stooped. He was rich than me, and itching for person to punish him. He told me he found a master online who told him to buy a dildo and he did and it arrived earlier this week. He sent me a pic of the giant thing, as thick and tenacious 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 last master was"evil"and he needed one closer to house. So I obliged. I started by suggesting bare thing like nipple clamp 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 bash around his neck into a choke coil collar so I could take the air him around like the dog he is and when he was being gamey I'd clout it tight around his throat. He said yes sir.

I told him how I wanted to tie the belt to the head of his bed and get on all 4 at the foot so that he could eat my hole but I'd be just out of reach. I wanted him to choke himself in rescript 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 punish him.
I don't even know this kid's name but he wants me to strangle him while he eats my golf hole.

I take some time 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 XV minutes later I have a word picture of this batch of filth overfilling his mother's B cupful. I commend him for sending me the motion-picture show. But I tell him he needs to be punished for going through mum's drawers. That's not how little boys are supposed to act. His only reply :"yes sir"“ how"

So I tell him how I want to trade name 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 step-in 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 submit it dense. I don't want to injure my slave too very much. But once I can get a cucumber up your kettle of fish or four fingers, 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 license 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 deprive him of the only fun in his wretched biography : his tug sessions.

The next day I tell him to leave me his phone act and he does. I text him further didactics. 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 duplicate boundary razor brand. 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 often your legs hurt and how you want to sit but will obey"

"Yes sir."

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

I ask him for his address and differentiate him I'll be there soon. I have to go shopping for some toys though. I stop at the grocery memory board and buy a chummy carrot ; a zucchini, a cuke, and a butternut squash to fuck him with and debase his pickle for that giant synthetic rubber dick his live on master made him buy.

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When I arrive at his menage, I ring the bell and he asks who it is. I realize I don't know this kid's name. Don't know a single matter about his animation or induce even seen his face, yet I'm here with a duffel bag of rope and toys ready to punish him. He opens the door and, true to teaching, is wearing nothing but his mother's bra and panties.

"Hello captain,"he mumbles.

"Speak up, slave. If you're going to lecture to me do it forcefully. Lord knows I'm going to penalise you forcefully."He says yes sir and we walk inside. adopt me to his room and I set down the heavy bag with a clump and learn his eye fixate on it.

"Lay down on your tum, short boy. You need to be punished for playing in momma's drawers."

"Yes sir, I know I deserve it"

I grab the scanty and rip them from him, making him yelp as the fabric crushed his balls 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 intemperately and tell him how fat he is, how ugly he is and I spread his stage and smack his contamination, my fingerbreadth hitting his balls with each smack. He's enjoying every minute of it so I take off my belt.

By this clip his ass is pretty red but the first whack of my midst leather bang against his cheek makes him writhe with pleasure."You like that, break one's back, 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 knockout 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 bottleful of isopropyl rubbing alcohol I had with me and wet my paw with it and smack his beet red ass. He screams as the chill liquid state touches his skin and bunco with the fury of his orgy. I give him one last smooch across his left nerve and put my damp bridge player against it and he whimpers a haggard breath.

"Alright striver, it's time for you to please me,"as I wrap the belt around his neck and pull out it tight, 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 ammunition to his headboard. I ask him to draw on it and he strains against the makeshift choke pick up as the belt tightens around his neck. perfect tense.

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 lingua out as far as he can but only lightly grazes me. I certainly didn't rain shower before coming here. I wanted him to taste me instinctive, to lick the day-old funk from my dirty pickle. I decided to back up up into him a bit and boy did he revel that little reward. I put my hand on his head behind me and pulled away a bit so the whang would constringe and I held it there for a second while he licked me furiously. I wasn't hearing him breathe after 45 seconds so I backed up and he gasped for air, but I held him close to my mess. I wanted to fart in this kid's mouth too so I pushed out a bit as I backed into his font. I felt I had a fart coming so I grabbed his head and pulled him away from the headboard as I strangled him into my arse and pushed a minor shit 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 respire 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 payoff : 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 tonality and told him to follow me. We walked into his kitchen and I told him to bear here and observe. I took my house key off my key tintinnabulation 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 coat hanger I brought with.

He looks at me variety of scare off and I take the coat hanger and bend it into a branding iron for him. After about 10 minutes on high school 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 brand your ass with my house key so you know I'm always allowed in and so every man who wants to fuck you jazz you're mine and that he's just visiting."

"Yes master copy"

And with that, I spread his legs and pressed the hot key into his left brass, rightfield next to his kettle of fish. The skin there is very sensitive and he screamed as I pressed the hot key against him. Tried to draw away but I pushed harder. After about ten second base I pulled it away and surely decent I saw the typical scheme and the mirror of"Schlage"burned into his figure.

You ready slave ?"Yes master"he replies with tears in his eyes. I'm rock hard 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 pixilated but tinker's dam did his ass tone nice. Maybe it was knowing it was mine. I fucked him right into his mother's kitchen board and breed his ass right there. When I pulled out I saw how much cum was dripping from his hole, only inches from the bright red schema of my house key on his brass.

"Thank you for the present, master."

Oh my god this kid is deranged.

I grab his deuce-ace and pull him up. He winces as his ass cheeks signature together and I see him shuffle slowly as he tries to foreclose his ass from chafing against the brand but I'm not having it. I pull the belt tight around his cervix and guide him quickly into the bedroom and switch him down to the bed.

"You've got cum in your ass, slave. You're all lubed up to get fucked by this heavyweight cock, your penalization for making master postponement at the door."

"Yes sir."

"But foremost, I'm going to load you with these vegetable and after, I want you to eat them."

Yes original.

I picked up the carrot. Not immense at the tip but it tapered quickly to about 2.5 inch in diameter. I pushed it into him and pressed it deep, stretching his hole against the strobilus of the carrot. I spun it around and heard him moan as it graced his prostate. He was feeling delight from my punishment so I pushed deeper. By now, the carrot was almost fully inside him and I was holding on only by the leafy height. I pull it out and the tip is shit covered. I grab his leash and pick up his head and say"here, it's skillful and seasoned for you"and I hand him the carrot. He looks at it and grimaces but I pull the ternion tighter and he grabs it in his paw and takes a bite of the stinking end.

"goodness striver. For your reward, a nice 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 maw and push into him. It's thick. Huge, really. At to the lowest degree three inches in diam in the shopping centre and I had it an inch deep inside him by the time he really started to whimper. I spun it around slowly in my hand and he moaned so I pushed in deeper. His hole stretched further than any man's should as I watched him wriggle into the bed as I pressed it recondite and recondite into him. When it was almost fully inserted, I took it out and spread his ass. His hole was agape from the ass and the promising red brand inspired me. So I took the butternut tree squash rackets I had brought with me and broke off the concentrated Robert Brown tip and threw it to the incline. I noticed he had finished the carrot so I handed him the warmly cucumber that had spent about 10 minutes in his ass and he hungrily took a collation.

Next, I took the squash rackets and squirted some lube on it. My cum was no longer plenty lubrication for something as big as a fall squash. I spread him and pressed it against his hole and he stretched even further to accommodate the slippery vegetable. Once I got the tip in, I had to prevail it there while he composed himself. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as arduous as he could to prevent tears. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear that he was a good striver and lord is pitiful that he has to penalize him but it is for his own commodity ; he has to learn to behave like a beneficial boy. He opens his eyes and says that dead aphrodisiac phrase"yes sir."And I pull the collar tight and slowly iron out the jumbo squash up his ass. It was bout 8 inches 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 vex about losing it inside him so I decided to use it as a butt plug. Once it was in him I grabbed the curlicue of epithelial duct tape measure and I put a long airstrip across the squash and onto each cheek so that is was stuck inside him. I say he had eaten half of his lousy cucumber so I picked up the leash and pulled him into the lavatory.

He could barely walk. Between the ass mark and the giant squash in his hole, crawling was near impossible without crying but I loved seeing the bust well up in his eyes so I pulled him tighter 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 backtalk as I pushed my semi-hard pecker between his lips. I let miss a torrent of peeing, with one hand behind his principal and the other on his three. He let some leak out at first so I tightened the leash, which made it harder for him to take back but was safe punishment for this disgusting pile of filth kneeling before me.

He finishes drinking my pissing but I keep my hold on the rear of his oral sex as I slowly start to season in his mouth. I'm fully hard by this stage so I drop the hand behind his head and just maneuver him down my peter with the belted ammunition. 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 sentence thus far. I pull out so I don't cum and he spits up a mouthful 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 racquets inside him smashes into his insides and his spite hole stretchability even more."That's for puking on my dick."

I rip the tape off and with it comes the shitty squash racquets. Some of his ass hair's-breadth was still stuck to the tape but I ripped it off and handed him the squash and said"remember mammy said always eat your vegetables."

"Yes sir"and he took a bite. By this time, his cakehole was bleeding and agape. I loved it. I picked up the elephantine rubber turncock 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 penalization.
"Yes sir,"he said with a mouth full of shit-stained squash rackets.

I put some more lubricating substance on the dick and then more in his pickle. I put three fingers in his gaped asshole and worked in the fourth. I have big workforce. 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 soundly and ready to be fucked so I lined up the black dildo and pushed the head in.

He screamed as I pressed the giant principal through his ring that was finally stretched to the limit and I just yanked his leash to stop him from waking the neighbors. ineffectual to breathe, he was also unable to scream and I pressed it into him deeper. This matter was 16 in long. No way I'd get the solid thing up his poop slide but I was determined to get near 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 titan dick in his hole made him screaming and moan into his pillow so I grabbed the leash and picked him up and turned him around and pressed his oral fissure to my cock. I fucked his throat while I had one hand on his leash and the other driving the giant star cock 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 teacher 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 seconds from cumming and I was about to mark off my animate being again.

"Here it comes buckle down"and I unleashed four dense ropes of cum across his face. He tried to cream it off but I stopped him."NO."“ Let it dry. I want you to smell me whenever you breathe. And no showering until you ask me."

Yes sir.

"Alright, you've been a upright 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 leash tighter.

"I said you could cum ; I didn't say you could talk,"so he nods and jerks severe and fast. I told him his shaft was pathetic and pulled the swath tighter to break him from breathing. I see him turning red but I hold it a bit longer. As he's about to cum I see his pegleg go rigid and he pulls back against the belt so I let go right as he covers himself in cum. One of the biggest warhead I've ever seen. I guess that's what happens when maestro doesn't let you cum for four days.

"Eat it."He brings his hand to his panting mouth as he's trying to overhear his breathing space and licks the embarrassing lily-white goo from his fingers and goes back for more. He licks it all up like a good petty slave.

I take the whang from his cervix and walkway 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 unbelievable. considerably I've ever seen. His bright red asshole was stretched and ripped near the top and he was dripping blood, cum, and shit down his leg. His brass were scarlet from the belting and the alcohol tan and his brand was as vivid as ever.

"Alright, slave, I think it's sentence for headmaster to go home."He pleads with me not to impart but I packed my matter and left him in his parent's family. 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 family. We'll see what he says tomorrow .