The Slave Stud - The Stud Austin - chapter 4
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It can be tricky to separate yourself from perceiving humanity for your property. Observing a appetizing set of eyes, an uber-cute face, and a small, cock-squeezing body can nearly make you leave behind that your sub isn’t a person. At least, not in the way we devise people…Austin does make me highly happy and I care for him deeply, but it would be irresponsible for me to confuse those feelings. He is my property, bought and paid for! I own him and he is mine. And while soft, appetizing hump is nice, I need to remind him — and myself — what our relationship is.To this end, ...To this end, there are certain rules. One, when we’re eating, I lick first. He serves me, observes me eat, and takes my plate away. After this, he’s then permitted to be fed. He cannot speak unless I speak to him first. Even then, I explicitly have to ask for a response. The most helpful rule has to be our sleeping arrangements. I have my bed, super-hot and big. But Austin? I’ve been provided a cage for him to sleep inwards of…It’s big enough for him to be comfortable, but it’s kept in a separate room, locked each night with a key that only I have access to. This sets the tone of our relationship and makes his standing amply clear. He starts every day with the sound of my key and ends every day in the security of my control.Last night I locked him up as usual, guiding him into the secure room. I perceived horny, so I determined to use his body one more time before I turned in. Being that he’s mine, he has to do what I say. No objections…He took off my clothes as he idolized my cock, looking up at me the entire time. Something about the way he looks at me, I can tell he’s not just obeying. He dreads me and respects me. He witnesses me as his superior and master. He would do anything for me, and graciously wants to!As he had his mouth on my cock, I could sense it getting taller larger inwards his throat, thrusting the walls farther apart to make apartment for my manhood. He humbly confined me in place, struggling against his watering eyes to proceed to service me.Beside his cage is a couch of my own. I never sleep in it… It’s not for that purpose. It’s where I do my real work as a tormentor and owner. I laid Austin down as easily as if he was a pillow. His small, tender body seems to have no weight at all. With him on his back, gams up, I plowed him deeply and forcefully. As my individual hump toy, he took me sans complaint.Based on the sounds he made, it seemed like it hurt him a little. Maybe I was rough, but still, he laid there and continued to take me as I shoved deeper and deeper. Even in moments of discomfort, he didn’t fight. Didn’t resist. Which only made me even harder!As I said, it can be tricky to separate yourself from perceiving humanity for your property. Austin senses pleasure, he even senses pain, but the goal of this apartment — this kind of fuck — is to put that all aside. He’s mine. I own him. And I am entitled to use him as I observe fit. No matter how harsh or how hard…Nothing gives me a great night’s sleep finer than the total and finish pouring of my nectar into his hole. And with a mouth on his mouth and my jizz-shotgun in his whole, I’m sure to sleep soundly…
It can be tricky to separate yourself from perceiving humanity for your property. Observing a appetizing set of eyes, an uber-cute face, and a small, cock-squeezing body can nearly make you leave behind that your sub isn’t a person. At least, not in the way we devise people…Austin does make me highly happy and I care for him deeply, but it would be irresponsible for me to confuse those feelings. He is my property, bought and paid for! I own him and he is mine. And while soft, appetizing hump is nice, I need to remind him — and myself — what our relationship is.To this end, ...To this end, there are certain rules. One, when we’re eating, I lick first. He serves me, observes me eat, and takes my plate away. After this, he’s then permitted to be fed. He cannot speak unless I speak to him first. Even then, I explicitly have to ask for a response. The most helpful rule has to be our sleeping arrangements. I have my bed, super-hot and big. But Austin? I’ve been provided a cage for him to sleep inwards of…It’s big enough for him to be comfortable, but it’s kept in a separate room, locked each night with a key that only I have access to. This sets the tone of our relationship and makes his standing amply clear. He starts every day with the sound of my key and ends every day in the security of my control.Last night I locked him up as usual, guiding him into the secure room. I perceived horny, so I determined to use his body one more time before I turned in. Being that he’s mine, he has to do what I say. No objections…He took off my clothes as he idolized my cock, looking up at me the entire time. Something about the way he looks at me, I can tell he’s not just obeying. He dreads me and respects me. He witnesses me as his superior and master. He would do anything for me, and graciously wants to!As he had his mouth on my cock, I could sense it getting taller larger inwards his throat, thrusting the walls farther apart to make apartment for my manhood. He humbly confined me in place, struggling against his watering eyes to proceed to service me.Beside his cage is a couch of my own. I never sleep in it… It’s not for that purpose. It’s where I do my real work as a tormentor and owner. I laid Austin down as easily as if he was a pillow. His small, tender body seems to have no weight at all. With him on his back, gams up, I plowed him deeply and forcefully. As my individual hump toy, he took me sans complaint.Based on the sounds he made, it seemed like it hurt him a little. Maybe I was rough, but still, he laid there and continued to take me as I shoved deeper and deeper. Even in moments of discomfort, he didn’t fight. Didn’t resist. Which only made me even harder!As I said, it can be tricky to separate yourself from perceiving humanity for your property. Austin senses pleasure, he even senses pain, but the goal of this apartment — this kind of fuck — is to put that all aside. He’s mine. I own him. And I am entitled to use him as I observe fit. No matter how harsh or how hard…Nothing gives me a great night’s sleep finer than the total and finish pouring of my nectar into his hole. And with a mouth on his mouth and my jizz-shotgun in his whole, I’m sure to sleep soundly…
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