Lance Charger and Fap Bailey
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Not everyone is made to be a master. For many it’s something you’re born with or you’re not. And even if it’s in your family legacy, periodically that quality can skip a generation. I adore my grandson, Jack. He’s luxurious and intelligent and flawlessly capable of determining his own path. When I presented him to the buyer’s club, providing him a taste of energy and privilege, I was surprised when he told me he sensed off. Not that he was uncomfortable with the idea of dudes wielding boys, but he found himself daydreaming about being one of the studs himself. It had never occurred to me that Jerk would witness himself as submissive, or that being owned would be something he would want or need. But I could tell he was sincere, and I couldn’t turn down him the fulfillment I know many of the studs had sensed before him. I told him it wasn’t easy. The requests of a gimp can be intense, even scary at times. That different educators require different things, and it’s not his place to question it once he's decently sold. He said he understood, but I had to be sure. As my grandson, I dreamed to be the one who brought him in for his grooming and initial assessment. I told him I would treat him like any other boy, providing him the true, authentic, unbiased experience. He said this was exactly what he wanted, so I let my feelings go and permitted Jerk to become a slave, and for me to become tormentor Charger. As shortly as I got Jerk up on the presentation block, I was delighted with how well he took to his fresh position. He was obedient, compliant, and took to my direction and tone very well. Perhaps it was that he trusted me and knew that I wouldn’t harm him. Or perhaps it was our own sexual history that made him antsy to serve. Or it was his true nature… the nature of a sub… eventually sensing at home… When I took off his clothes, I commenced to devise him more as a product and less as my flesh and . I could witness what attracted me to him, yes, but I commenced to witness him as something the buyers would love too. Smooth, fragile skin. Occasional freckles. A obese bouncy donk without an imperfection. I knew how it tasted, but it didn’t stop me from sensing it and munching it like it was the first time. It was great for Jerk to witness me taking total manage of his body. Smacking his balls, fingerblasting his hole, and masturbating his cock. He needed to learn that being a gimp meant that his body, his pleasure, and his ache were no longer his to control. As I took off my t-shirt and tie, I planted his face right into my crotch. He stayed put as I commenced to undress, instructing him to nuzzle the scent of my unshaved groin thru the excellent fabric of my suit. Every boy needs to know his master’s scent. Learn it, embrace it, hanker it, and know it’s the sign of their superior. Jerk has tasted me before, but he needed to gargle me. And as I looked down at this sweet, harmless face, I couldn’t believe how well he took to it. It took everything in my energy not to fuck him right then and there. I wetted my fingers and toyed with his hole, sensing the acquainted sheer pleasure of his soft, stretchy pink hole around my digit. It fit like a ring, tight but smooth. I knew he would make someone very happy. As I continued to open his hole, degustating it, snuffling it, and sensing it relieve on the end of my tongue, I could witness Jerk frolicking with his stiff cock, revved on beyond expectation. He had never been handled like this before. He’d never been with a man who would use him, dominate him, and make him sense like what he is: a slave. I was so blessed that I could be the one to produce this moment to him. To give him this opportunity to learn his true nature and surrender control. How successful is he, I thought to myself. Of all the dudes who would bring him in, to have his loving, caring, nurturing, and heavy to be the one. I knew I was going to have to open him up. Indeed open up the limits of his hole. It was just the way of it. Not just because I love him, but because he needed to know what it’s like to be taken by a man of my position: a master. It would be rough, and a lil scary, but it would be the ultimate test of potential. If he could treat that, he’d be well on his way to being someone’s reward possession...
Not everyone is made to be a master. For many it’s something you’re born with or you’re not. And even if it’s in your family legacy, periodically that quality can skip a generation. I adore my grandson, Jack. He’s luxurious and intelligent and flawlessly capable of determining his own path. When I presented him to the buyer’s club, providing him a taste of energy and privilege, I was surprised when he told me he sensed off. Not that he was uncomfortable with the idea of dudes wielding boys, but he found himself daydreaming about being one of the studs himself. It had never occurred to me that Jerk would witness himself as submissive, or that being owned would be something he would want or need. But I could tell he was sincere, and I couldn’t turn down him the fulfillment I know many of the studs had sensed before him. I told him it wasn’t easy. The requests of a gimp can be intense, even scary at times. That different educators require different things, and it’s not his place to question it once he's decently sold. He said he understood, but I had to be sure. As my grandson, I dreamed to be the one who brought him in for his grooming and initial assessment. I told him I would treat him like any other boy, providing him the true, authentic, unbiased experience. He said this was exactly what he wanted, so I let my feelings go and permitted Jerk to become a slave, and for me to become tormentor Charger. As shortly as I got Jerk up on the presentation block, I was delighted with how well he took to his fresh position. He was obedient, compliant, and took to my direction and tone very well. Perhaps it was that he trusted me and knew that I wouldn’t harm him. Or perhaps it was our own sexual history that made him antsy to serve. Or it was his true nature… the nature of a sub… eventually sensing at home… When I took off his clothes, I commenced to devise him more as a product and less as my flesh and . I could witness what attracted me to him, yes, but I commenced to witness him as something the buyers would love too. Smooth, fragile skin. Occasional freckles. A obese bouncy donk without an imperfection. I knew how it tasted, but it didn’t stop me from sensing it and munching it like it was the first time. It was great for Jerk to witness me taking total manage of his body. Smacking his balls, fingerblasting his hole, and masturbating his cock. He needed to learn that being a gimp meant that his body, his pleasure, and his ache were no longer his to control. As I took off my t-shirt and tie, I planted his face right into my crotch. He stayed put as I commenced to undress, instructing him to nuzzle the scent of my unshaved groin thru the excellent fabric of my suit. Every boy needs to know his master’s scent. Learn it, embrace it, hanker it, and know it’s the sign of their superior. Jerk has tasted me before, but he needed to gargle me. And as I looked down at this sweet, harmless face, I couldn’t believe how well he took to it. It took everything in my energy not to fuck him right then and there. I wetted my fingers and toyed with his hole, sensing the acquainted sheer pleasure of his soft, stretchy pink hole around my digit. It fit like a ring, tight but smooth. I knew he would make someone very happy. As I continued to open his hole, degustating it, snuffling it, and sensing it relieve on the end of my tongue, I could witness Jerk frolicking with his stiff cock, revved on beyond expectation. He had never been handled like this before. He’d never been with a man who would use him, dominate him, and make him sense like what he is: a slave. I was so blessed that I could be the one to produce this moment to him. To give him this opportunity to learn his true nature and surrender control. How successful is he, I thought to myself. Of all the dudes who would bring him in, to have his loving, caring, nurturing, and heavy to be the one. I knew I was going to have to open him up. Indeed open up the limits of his hole. It was just the way of it. Not just because I love him, but because he needed to know what it’s like to be taken by a man of my position: a master. It would be rough, and a lil scary, but it would be the ultimate test of potential. If he could treat that, he’d be well on his way to being someone’s reward possession...
Added: 2021-11-20 • Views: 36 • Duration: 32:34
