Boy Austin Chapter part 9
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It was quiet in my cage. Nothing but me and my thoughts. I had woken from my sleep, hearing the sound of Tormentor Myles moving in the next room. He luvs to keep me away. Out of sight until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right. I don’t mind. I’m comfortable and warm, even tho' the only garment I have is my sock and collar. The box is huge enough for me. I’m not that big. I could hear Tormentor Myles pacing around, moving as if he was stressed or listless. It’s become more and more common. He must be highly significant and have a bunch on his mind. It’s in these moments where he needs to ease off and destress. And it’s in these moments he comes into this room--this playroom--and takes me out of my cage. It’s easy. I know my role. He comes in, I rise to attention, he opens the cage, and he uses me as he needs to. Today was no different. The stellar dude ambled in, carrying the sight on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smirked or showed any real affection. Just strength and dominance. The most personal thing about our time together is when I’m eliminating his clothes. I leisurely take off his shirt and pants, witnessing his beautiful, perfectly sculpted assets become revealed. Even the activity of eliminating his boots and socks senses like a tender intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next. With his hard manstick out, he tells me to fellate him. I do, of course, feeling his steely full salute rest on my lips as it moves into my mouth. I know how he luvs it. Slow, wet, and massaging. He wants to be worshipped, not just serviced. And that’s what I do. But this time, I slightly restrained his manstick in my mouth, getting the apex and shaft humid before he told me to lie down on the bed, face down. It was unusual, but it was not my place to question. I was astonished when he moved on top of me, raising his assets over mine as his hard, humid manstick strung up down over my back and buttocks. I sensed the apex stir between my cheeks, hovering above. My heart commenced to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I expected I could handle it. My crevasse was not heated up or stretched out. I had practiced taking huge cocks, but this would be different. He lowered his assets down, leisurely bringing his manstick to meet my hole. The meaty manstick was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was mansion up its pressure, studying the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, pushing the thresholds of my hole’s tightness. And then, it pushed through. Pop! My master’s manstick moved inwards me, pushing deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A unexpected intrusion that filled me. I sensed my pulse in my neck, my chest got torrid and I could perceive the acquainted feeling of intense arousal. This dude just needed to fuck. Plumb hard and deep. And he did not waste on time on pleasantries or foreplay. He didn’t need to. That’s not why he bought me. He bought me to be a hole. A sheath for his cock. A warm, cock-squeezing place to pour his seed into. Sans any doubts, restrictions, or reservations. I trembled as he boinked his manstick into me, each full-bodied push into my fragile framework shattering my prostate. My manstick was rock hard, pressed between my belly and the bed, trickling out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was amazingly hot. To be downright enslaved to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… it was everything I ever wanted...
It was quiet in my cage. Nothing but me and my thoughts. I had woken from my sleep, hearing the sound of Tormentor Myles moving in the next room. He luvs to keep me away. Out of sight until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right. I don’t mind. I’m comfortable and warm, even tho' the only garment I have is my sock and collar. The box is huge enough for me. I’m not that big. I could hear Tormentor Myles pacing around, moving as if he was stressed or listless. It’s become more and more common. He must be highly significant and have a bunch on his mind. It’s in these moments where he needs to ease off and destress. And it’s in these moments he comes into this room--this playroom--and takes me out of my cage. It’s easy. I know my role. He comes in, I rise to attention, he opens the cage, and he uses me as he needs to. Today was no different. The stellar dude ambled in, carrying the sight on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smirked or showed any real affection. Just strength and dominance. The most personal thing about our time together is when I’m eliminating his clothes. I leisurely take off his shirt and pants, witnessing his beautiful, perfectly sculpted assets become revealed. Even the activity of eliminating his boots and socks senses like a tender intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next. With his hard manstick out, he tells me to fellate him. I do, of course, feeling his steely full salute rest on my lips as it moves into my mouth. I know how he luvs it. Slow, wet, and massaging. He wants to be worshipped, not just serviced. And that’s what I do. But this time, I slightly restrained his manstick in my mouth, getting the apex and shaft humid before he told me to lie down on the bed, face down. It was unusual, but it was not my place to question. I was astonished when he moved on top of me, raising his assets over mine as his hard, humid manstick strung up down over my back and buttocks. I sensed the apex stir between my cheeks, hovering above. My heart commenced to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I expected I could handle it. My crevasse was not heated up or stretched out. I had practiced taking huge cocks, but this would be different. He lowered his assets down, leisurely bringing his manstick to meet my hole. The meaty manstick was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was mansion up its pressure, studying the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, pushing the thresholds of my hole’s tightness. And then, it pushed through. Pop! My master’s manstick moved inwards me, pushing deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A unexpected intrusion that filled me. I sensed my pulse in my neck, my chest got torrid and I could perceive the acquainted feeling of intense arousal. This dude just needed to fuck. Plumb hard and deep. And he did not waste on time on pleasantries or foreplay. He didn’t need to. That’s not why he bought me. He bought me to be a hole. A sheath for his cock. A warm, cock-squeezing place to pour his seed into. Sans any doubts, restrictions, or reservations. I trembled as he boinked his manstick into me, each full-bodied push into my fragile framework shattering my prostate. My manstick was rock hard, pressed between my belly and the bed, trickling out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was amazingly hot. To be downright enslaved to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… it was everything I ever wanted...
Added: 2020-09-10 • Views: 42 • Duration: 17:06
