Fellow Austin Chapter part 9
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It was peaceful 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 glance until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right. I don’t mind. I’m convenient and warm, even however the only attire I have is my sock and collar. The box is ample 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 relieve 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 sumptuous man ambled in, carrying the glance on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smirked or demonstrated any real affection. Just intensity and dominance. The most private thing about our time together is when I’m liquidating his clothes. I leisurely take off his t-shirt and pants, seeing his beautiful, flawlessly sculpted bod become revealed. Even the activity of liquidating his footwear and socks feels like a soft intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next. With his hard pecker out, he tells me to suck him. I do, of course, experiencing his steely total 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 scarcely limited his pecker in my mouth, getting the apex and sausage 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, elevating his bod over mine as his hard, humid pecker suspended down over my back and buttocks. I sensed the apex budge inbetween my cheeks, hovering above. My heart commenced to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I expected I could treat it. My fuckhole was not heated up or spread out. I had practiced taking ample cocks, but this would be different. He lowered his bod down, leisurely bringing his pecker to meet my hole. The ample pecker was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was palace up its pressure, exploring the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, prodding the boundaries of my hole’s tightness. And then, it shoveled through. Pop! My master’s pecker moved inwards me, prodding deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A unexpected invasion that crammed me. I sensed my pulse in my neck, my pecs got molten and I could feel the familiar experiencing of powerful arousal. This man just needed to fuck. pulverize 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, cock-squeezing place to pour his semen into. Sans any doubts, restrictions, or reservations. I trembled as he banged his pecker into me, each full-bodied thrust into my soft framework shattering my prostate. My pecker was rock hard, pressed inbetween my tummy and the bed, trickling out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was exceptionally hot. To be downright submissive to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… it was everything I ever wanted...
It was peaceful 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 glance until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right. I don’t mind. I’m convenient and warm, even however the only attire I have is my sock and collar. The box is ample 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 relieve 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 sumptuous man ambled in, carrying the glance on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smirked or demonstrated any real affection. Just intensity and dominance. The most private thing about our time together is when I’m liquidating his clothes. I leisurely take off his t-shirt and pants, seeing his beautiful, flawlessly sculpted bod become revealed. Even the activity of liquidating his footwear and socks feels like a soft intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next. With his hard pecker out, he tells me to suck him. I do, of course, experiencing his steely total 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 scarcely limited his pecker in my mouth, getting the apex and sausage 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, elevating his bod over mine as his hard, humid pecker suspended down over my back and buttocks. I sensed the apex budge inbetween my cheeks, hovering above. My heart commenced to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I expected I could treat it. My fuckhole was not heated up or spread out. I had practiced taking ample cocks, but this would be different. He lowered his bod down, leisurely bringing his pecker to meet my hole. The ample pecker was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was palace up its pressure, exploring the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, prodding the boundaries of my hole’s tightness. And then, it shoveled through. Pop! My master’s pecker moved inwards me, prodding deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A unexpected invasion that crammed me. I sensed my pulse in my neck, my pecs got molten and I could feel the familiar experiencing of powerful arousal. This man just needed to fuck. pulverize 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, cock-squeezing place to pour his semen into. Sans any doubts, restrictions, or reservations. I trembled as he banged his pecker into me, each full-bodied thrust into my soft framework shattering my prostate. My pecker was rock hard, pressed inbetween my tummy and the bed, trickling out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was exceptionally hot. To be downright submissive to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… it was everything I ever wanted...
Added: 2022-11-17 • Views: 29 • Duration: 17:06
