The Prize - The Dude Nathan - Pt 3
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When Nathan and Sir Legrand first-ever arrived, the boy assumed that the 2 would get down to biz nearly immediately. How could he not? Sir Legrand had so much joy examining the merchandise. And he had kept the queer twunk marionette poorly clothed in his ebony jockstrap and tiny bow-tie, marching him out of the limo and thru the hallways in near nudity.Nathan was an object of desire, utter of longing, and when they eventually reached the extravagance of Legrand's golden bedroom, he assumed that his purpose—to be toyed with by his Master—would be unleashed.But that's not ...But that's not what happened. At least, not immediately.There were no toys, no restraints, no other men. There was only the Sir and the boy—all that mattered. Sir Legrand sat on the bed, framed by a ghostly painting of fog-shrouded deer. He taught Nathan to sit on his knees on the floor, and wait.When the Sir eventually beckoned for the boy, it had felt like an eternity had passed. So fixated he was on orders from his fresh possessor that he slightly knew he was in the middle of training. Their night of zeal had already begun, but what he didn't understand was that before delectation came obedience.Nathan crawled via the ground anxiously in the direction of his Master's grip, and looked up at the aged boy with the sort of dewy-eyed virginity that one can infrequently find in this world, much less purchase. Sir Legrand fondled his bouncy butt, wrung stiffly the muscles of his flank—muscles that he knew he'd wear out eventually. Nathan had already become an superb investment, and he had only just commenced to inhale on the tip of Master's manmeat thru his suit trousers.Master Legrand ordered the boy to perform various acts of idolize as he leisurely undressed himself of his suit. The boy's perceives were dizzied from concentrating back and forward on Sir Legrand’s bulge, and lips, and grip.He was led to the bed, and placed on his arms and knees atop the gold quilt. Sir Legrand took the opportunity to probe the boy's body, finger-tickling him in prep for what was to come. The boy screamed in agony and as one. Then 2 frigs glided in. He cried out wordlessly, the sort of gasp that only comes from the test of submission.Satisfied with the width the boy marionette was capable of opening up to—and the pitch his sobs reached—Master Legrand scooped the boy up and used him rigid with his ginormous tool.The bow-tie boy found himself in a tornado of positions, bouncing on Legrand's big cock, curled into a ball and rocked by the strength of his master's hips.His eyes rolled back into his head. And at some point, amid the jackhammering of his guts and the screaming from his throat, the boy simply stopped thinking. All that he could feel or understand was the unlikely size difference inbetween himself and his owner, and the next stance he needed to assume. The breeding was all that mattered, and it mattered sans words…
When Nathan and Sir Legrand first-ever arrived, the boy assumed that the 2 would get down to biz nearly immediately. How could he not? Sir Legrand had so much joy examining the merchandise. And he had kept the queer twunk marionette poorly clothed in his ebony jockstrap and tiny bow-tie, marching him out of the limo and thru the hallways in near nudity.Nathan was an object of desire, utter of longing, and when they eventually reached the extravagance of Legrand's golden bedroom, he assumed that his purpose—to be toyed with by his Master—would be unleashed.But that's not ...But that's not what happened. At least, not immediately.There were no toys, no restraints, no other men. There was only the Sir and the boy—all that mattered. Sir Legrand sat on the bed, framed by a ghostly painting of fog-shrouded deer. He taught Nathan to sit on his knees on the floor, and wait.When the Sir eventually beckoned for the boy, it had felt like an eternity had passed. So fixated he was on orders from his fresh possessor that he slightly knew he was in the middle of training. Their night of zeal had already begun, but what he didn't understand was that before delectation came obedience.Nathan crawled via the ground anxiously in the direction of his Master's grip, and looked up at the aged boy with the sort of dewy-eyed virginity that one can infrequently find in this world, much less purchase. Sir Legrand fondled his bouncy butt, wrung stiffly the muscles of his flank—muscles that he knew he'd wear out eventually. Nathan had already become an superb investment, and he had only just commenced to inhale on the tip of Master's manmeat thru his suit trousers.Master Legrand ordered the boy to perform various acts of idolize as he leisurely undressed himself of his suit. The boy's perceives were dizzied from concentrating back and forward on Sir Legrand’s bulge, and lips, and grip.He was led to the bed, and placed on his arms and knees atop the gold quilt. Sir Legrand took the opportunity to probe the boy's body, finger-tickling him in prep for what was to come. The boy screamed in agony and as one. Then 2 frigs glided in. He cried out wordlessly, the sort of gasp that only comes from the test of submission.Satisfied with the width the boy marionette was capable of opening up to—and the pitch his sobs reached—Master Legrand scooped the boy up and used him rigid with his ginormous tool.The bow-tie boy found himself in a tornado of positions, bouncing on Legrand's big cock, curled into a ball and rocked by the strength of his master's hips.His eyes rolled back into his head. And at some point, amid the jackhammering of his guts and the screaming from his throat, the boy simply stopped thinking. All that he could feel or understand was the unlikely size difference inbetween himself and his owner, and the next stance he needed to assume. The breeding was all that mattered, and it mattered sans words…
Added: 2023-10-14 • Views: 14 • Duration: 20:00