The Reward - The Dude Nathan - Chapter 3
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When Nathan and Tormentor Legrand very first arrived, the guy assumed that the 2 would get down to business nearly immediately. How could he not? Tormentor Legrand had so much joy inspecting the merchandise. And he had kept the homo youngster gimp scantily dressed in his dark-hued jockstrap and lil bow-tie, marching him out of the limo and thru the tunnels in near nudity.Nathan was an object of desire, total of longing, and when they eventually reached the extravagance of Legrand's golden bedroom, he assumed that his purpose—to be played with by his Master—would be unleashed.But that's not ...But that's not what happened. At least, not immediately.There were no toys, no restraints, no other men. There was only the Tormentor and the boy—all that mattered. Tormentor Legrand sat on the bed, framed by a ghostly painting of fog-shrouded deer. He trained Nathan to sit on his knees on the floor, and wait.When the Tormentor eventually nodded for the boy, it had perceived like an eternity had passed. So fixated he was on orders from his fresh proprietor that he hardly knew he was in the middle of training. Their night of passion had already begun, but what he didn't understand was that before pleasure came obedience.Nathan crawled via the ground impatiently in the direction of his Master's grip, and looked up at the senior dude with the sort of dewy-eyed virginity that one can uncommonly find in this world, much less purchase. Tormentor Legrand groped his bouncy butt, squeezed stiffly the muscles of his flank—muscles that he knew he'd wear out eventually. Nathan had already become an great investment, and he had only just embarked to deepthroat on the tip of Master's spear thru his suit trousers.Master Legrand ordered the guy to perform various acts of idolize as he leisurely unclothed himself of his suit. The boy's feels were dizzied from focusing back and forward on Tormentor Legrand’s bulge, and lips, and grip.He was led to the bed, and placed on his arms and knees atop the gold quilt. Tormentor Legrand took the opportunity to explore the boy's body, finger-banging him in prep for what was to come. The guy wailed in ache and as one. Then 2 fingers slid in. He cried out wordlessly, the sort of choke that only comes from the test of submission.Satisfied with the width the guy gimp was capable of spreading to—and the pitch his sobs reached—Master Legrand scooped the guy up and used him hard with his massive tool.The bow-tie guy found himself in a tornado of positions, juggling on Legrand's good-sized cock, curled into a ball and rocked by the power of his master's hips.His eyes spinned back into his head. And at some point, amid the jackhammering of his guts and the bellowing from his throat, the guy simply stopped thinking. All that he could perceive or understand was the impossible size difference inbetween himself and his owner, and the next stance he needed to assume. The breeding was all that mattered, and it mattered sans words…
When Nathan and Tormentor Legrand very first arrived, the guy assumed that the 2 would get down to business nearly immediately. How could he not? Tormentor Legrand had so much joy inspecting the merchandise. And he had kept the homo youngster gimp scantily dressed in his dark-hued jockstrap and lil bow-tie, marching him out of the limo and thru the tunnels in near nudity.Nathan was an object of desire, total of longing, and when they eventually reached the extravagance of Legrand's golden bedroom, he assumed that his purpose—to be played with by his Master—would be unleashed.But that's not ...But that's not what happened. At least, not immediately.There were no toys, no restraints, no other men. There was only the Tormentor and the boy—all that mattered. Tormentor Legrand sat on the bed, framed by a ghostly painting of fog-shrouded deer. He trained Nathan to sit on his knees on the floor, and wait.When the Tormentor eventually nodded for the boy, it had perceived like an eternity had passed. So fixated he was on orders from his fresh proprietor that he hardly knew he was in the middle of training. Their night of passion had already begun, but what he didn't understand was that before pleasure came obedience.Nathan crawled via the ground impatiently in the direction of his Master's grip, and looked up at the senior dude with the sort of dewy-eyed virginity that one can uncommonly find in this world, much less purchase. Tormentor Legrand groped his bouncy butt, squeezed stiffly the muscles of his flank—muscles that he knew he'd wear out eventually. Nathan had already become an great investment, and he had only just embarked to deepthroat on the tip of Master's spear thru his suit trousers.Master Legrand ordered the guy to perform various acts of idolize as he leisurely unclothed himself of his suit. The boy's feels were dizzied from focusing back and forward on Tormentor Legrand’s bulge, and lips, and grip.He was led to the bed, and placed on his arms and knees atop the gold quilt. Tormentor Legrand took the opportunity to explore the boy's body, finger-banging him in prep for what was to come. The guy wailed in ache and as one. Then 2 fingers slid in. He cried out wordlessly, the sort of choke that only comes from the test of submission.Satisfied with the width the guy gimp was capable of spreading to—and the pitch his sobs reached—Master Legrand scooped the guy up and used him hard with his massive tool.The bow-tie guy found himself in a tornado of positions, juggling on Legrand's good-sized cock, curled into a ball and rocked by the power of his master's hips.His eyes spinned back into his head. And at some point, amid the jackhammering of his guts and the bellowing from his throat, the guy simply stopped thinking. All that he could perceive or understand was the impossible size difference inbetween himself and his owner, and the next stance he needed to assume. The breeding was all that mattered, and it mattered sans words…
Added: 2023-08-06 • Views: 33 • Duration: 20:00