Fellow Austin Chapter 9: Gimp Fellow
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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 loves to keep me away. Out of glance until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right. I don’t mind. I’m convenient and warm, even though the only attire I have is my sock and collar. The box is big 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 pile on his mind. It’s in these moments where he needs to relax 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 handsome man walked in, carrying the glance on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smirked or flashed any real affection. Just intensity and dominance. The most individual thing about our time together is when I’m eliminating his clothes. I leisurely take off his t-shirt and pants, witnessing his beautiful, ideally sculpted bod become revealed. Even the activity of eliminating his footwear and socks feels like a gentle intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next. With his hard trunk out, he tells me to inhale him. I do, of course, experiencing his steely bulge rest on my lips as it moves into my mouth. I know how he loves it. Slow, wet, and massaging. He wants to be worshipped, not just serviced. And that’s what I do. But this time, I hardly held his trunk in my mouth, getting the apex and spear wet 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, lifting his bod over mine as his hard, wet trunk draped down over my back and buttocks. I perceived the apex move inbetween my cheeks, hovering above. My heart embarked to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I expected I could handle it. My fuckhole was not heated up or opened up out. I had practiced taking big cocks, but this would be different. He lowered his bod down, leisurely bringing his trunk to meet my hole. The thick trunk was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was mansion up its pressure, testing the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, shoving the limits of my hole’s tightness. And then, it shoveled through. Pop! My master’s trunk moved inwards me, shoving deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A sudden invasion that filled me. I perceived my pulse in my neck, my torso got warm and I could feel the accustomed experiencing of intense arousal. This man just needed to fuck. poke 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 shell for his cock. A warm, taut place to pour his man-lava into. Sans any doubts, restrictions, or reservations. I trembled as he boned his trunk into me, each full-bodied thrust into my tender framework shattering my prostate. My trunk was rock hard, pressed inbetween my abdomen and the bed, trickling out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was impressively hot. To be downright submissive 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 loves to keep me away. Out of glance until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right. I don’t mind. I’m convenient and warm, even though the only attire I have is my sock and collar. The box is big 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 pile on his mind. It’s in these moments where he needs to relax 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 handsome man walked in, carrying the glance on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smirked or flashed any real affection. Just intensity and dominance. The most individual thing about our time together is when I’m eliminating his clothes. I leisurely take off his t-shirt and pants, witnessing his beautiful, ideally sculpted bod become revealed. Even the activity of eliminating his footwear and socks feels like a gentle intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next. With his hard trunk out, he tells me to inhale him. I do, of course, experiencing his steely bulge rest on my lips as it moves into my mouth. I know how he loves it. Slow, wet, and massaging. He wants to be worshipped, not just serviced. And that’s what I do. But this time, I hardly held his trunk in my mouth, getting the apex and spear wet 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, lifting his bod over mine as his hard, wet trunk draped down over my back and buttocks. I perceived the apex move inbetween my cheeks, hovering above. My heart embarked to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I expected I could handle it. My fuckhole was not heated up or opened up out. I had practiced taking big cocks, but this would be different. He lowered his bod down, leisurely bringing his trunk to meet my hole. The thick trunk was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was mansion up its pressure, testing the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, shoving the limits of my hole’s tightness. And then, it shoveled through. Pop! My master’s trunk moved inwards me, shoving deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A sudden invasion that filled me. I perceived my pulse in my neck, my torso got warm and I could feel the accustomed experiencing of intense arousal. This man just needed to fuck. poke 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 shell for his cock. A warm, taut place to pour his man-lava into. Sans any doubts, restrictions, or reservations. I trembled as he boned his trunk into me, each full-bodied thrust into my tender framework shattering my prostate. My trunk was rock hard, pressed inbetween my abdomen and the bed, trickling out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was impressively hot. To be downright submissive to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… it was everything I ever wanted...
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