The Prize - The Man Serg - Chapter 3
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Master Legrand sat on the verge of his king-size bed. With a ordinary movability of his hand, he signaled Boy Serg over to him. This freshly acquired Slaveboy complied with a bright-eyed lust as he approached his towering Master on all fours.Just like I trained you, Master Legrand thought. Good boy.Boy Serg gazed ...Boy Serg gazed upward at his fresh Master and waited with panting anticipation. If The Boy had a tail, it surely would’ve wagged. Master Legrand scraped him behind the ears and under his chin. Boy Serg shivered with sore fantasy as the Master traced his fingers along the boy’s neck and then traveled down his spine.The young marionette choked as Master Legrand squashed his young, chubby bottom and playfully fingered the mushy anal opening. Boy Serg sucked deeply as the Master softly pressed The Boy’s lovely face into his massive chest. He dreamed Boy Serg to scent manliness and let dominance crowd his senses.Master Legrand always made sure that his sub toys remembered who was in manage and whose elation came first. He pulled Boy Serg in even closer and seemingly went in for a kiss– but not so fast, young man. Your tongue will just have to wait its turn.Master Legrand shoveled Boy Serg’s head down in the direction of his goods and pressed the almost bare Slaveboy’s face against the silky fabric of his tailored slacks. The boy bellowed and sucked again—the manly, musky aroma was intoxicating in ways Boy Serg had difficulty explaining, but somehow understood in a way sans words. Boy Serg was hooked, and knew he would be Master Legrand’s marionette for life if that’s what his Master wanted.Master Legrand rose from the verge of the couch and eliminated his belt. He folded the leather cable and then instructed the boy to turn around but keep kneeling. Master Legrand used the folded belt as a tool which he gently, but firmly used to bowl the boy’s testes then grimace back. This electrifying sensation caused Boy Serg to yowl, and his mitts insanely fumbled the Master’s arms and shoulders above him.Then Master Legrand commenced a fresh game. He squashed Boy Serg’s glans thru the silky restricts of his ebony jockstrap. The copious amounts of syrupy precum which had collected at the peak of the tent trickled thru the scanty material. Soon, both Master and Boy disrobed naked. The Master didn’t even have to ask; Boy Serg—well-trained as he was—began deep-throating on the humungous trouser snake straightaway. Master Legrand pinned and crooked the Slaveboy’s totally swell nips as The Boy gave him head. Serg even remembered the lesson that Master Kamp had trained him about softly and deftly wanking and fondling the Master’s massive ballsack.Before Boy Serg could make his Master cum, the eager marionette was pulled onto his feet. With unspoiled dominance Master Legrand turned The Boy around again, but this time pulled the twink’s booty down and drove his footlong pole all the way up and in. Boy Serg howled.Master Legrand wrapped his beefy arms all the way around his Boy as he guided the both of them to lie back on the bed. As they did so, the Master continued to pump his extraordinaire girth deep within the Slaveboy’s taut insides. Beads of sweat commenced to pop up all over the Slaveboy’s brow. The Master pulled The Boy’s head back and slid his tongue inwards the whining Slaveboy’s mouth, to which Boy Serg avidly lapped up every morsel of saliva.Master Legrand switched positions again. The Boy found himself on his back this time with his gams shoveled up against his chest. By the time Boy Serg could get his bearings he perceived the massive glans of Master Legrand pressing up against his little boyhole. The Master wasn’t exactly sure how he was able to squash his massive glans past The Boy’s amazingly taut sphincter, but he finally did.As Boy Serg got used to the Master’s super-charged, pistoning fuck-rhythm, he commenced to stroke his own sore boy-rod in earnest—with Master Legrand’s permission, of course. As the elder statesmen’s tongue explored the Slaveboy’s delightful mouth, Boy Serg promptly perceived his ejaculation embark to stir.Mere moments later, the delirious Slaveboy simply couldn’t hold back any longer. Under standard circumstances, Slaveboys were required to wait until their Master either permitted and/or instructed them to ejaculate. In this instance, though, nature overrode any preexisting rules.The Boy Serg bellowed and bayed as thick, white youngster jism gushed all over his torso and abs. Master Legrand inserted his glans against the Slaveboy’s sensitive elation center with each volley.As Boy Serg choked for air, he held stiffly to Master Legrand. The Slaveboy almost from the overwhelming power of his Master’s thrusts. And just when The Boy thought that he couldn’t possibly take any more, Master Legrand let out and moved Boy Serg face down on the mattress.All Master Legrand heard during the next a few mins were silenced bellows and sobs of as the Slaveboy withstood the absolute finest ass-pounding of his young life.The eruption of climb on Vesuvius was a mere hiccup in comparison to the of Master Legrand’s orgasm inwards of the Slaveboy’s chubby bottom. Both The Boy and his holder roared in unison as Master Legrand came over and over again. The Boy Serg calmly wept with fun into the pillow…
Master Legrand sat on the verge of his king-size bed. With a ordinary movability of his hand, he signaled Boy Serg over to him. This freshly acquired Slaveboy complied with a bright-eyed lust as he approached his towering Master on all fours.Just like I trained you, Master Legrand thought. Good boy.Boy Serg gazed ...Boy Serg gazed upward at his fresh Master and waited with panting anticipation. If The Boy had a tail, it surely would’ve wagged. Master Legrand scraped him behind the ears and under his chin. Boy Serg shivered with sore fantasy as the Master traced his fingers along the boy’s neck and then traveled down his spine.The young marionette choked as Master Legrand squashed his young, chubby bottom and playfully fingered the mushy anal opening. Boy Serg sucked deeply as the Master softly pressed The Boy’s lovely face into his massive chest. He dreamed Boy Serg to scent manliness and let dominance crowd his senses.Master Legrand always made sure that his sub toys remembered who was in manage and whose elation came first. He pulled Boy Serg in even closer and seemingly went in for a kiss– but not so fast, young man. Your tongue will just have to wait its turn.Master Legrand shoveled Boy Serg’s head down in the direction of his goods and pressed the almost bare Slaveboy’s face against the silky fabric of his tailored slacks. The boy bellowed and sucked again—the manly, musky aroma was intoxicating in ways Boy Serg had difficulty explaining, but somehow understood in a way sans words. Boy Serg was hooked, and knew he would be Master Legrand’s marionette for life if that’s what his Master wanted.Master Legrand rose from the verge of the couch and eliminated his belt. He folded the leather cable and then instructed the boy to turn around but keep kneeling. Master Legrand used the folded belt as a tool which he gently, but firmly used to bowl the boy’s testes then grimace back. This electrifying sensation caused Boy Serg to yowl, and his mitts insanely fumbled the Master’s arms and shoulders above him.Then Master Legrand commenced a fresh game. He squashed Boy Serg’s glans thru the silky restricts of his ebony jockstrap. The copious amounts of syrupy precum which had collected at the peak of the tent trickled thru the scanty material. Soon, both Master and Boy disrobed naked. The Master didn’t even have to ask; Boy Serg—well-trained as he was—began deep-throating on the humungous trouser snake straightaway. Master Legrand pinned and crooked the Slaveboy’s totally swell nips as The Boy gave him head. Serg even remembered the lesson that Master Kamp had trained him about softly and deftly wanking and fondling the Master’s massive ballsack.Before Boy Serg could make his Master cum, the eager marionette was pulled onto his feet. With unspoiled dominance Master Legrand turned The Boy around again, but this time pulled the twink’s booty down and drove his footlong pole all the way up and in. Boy Serg howled.Master Legrand wrapped his beefy arms all the way around his Boy as he guided the both of them to lie back on the bed. As they did so, the Master continued to pump his extraordinaire girth deep within the Slaveboy’s taut insides. Beads of sweat commenced to pop up all over the Slaveboy’s brow. The Master pulled The Boy’s head back and slid his tongue inwards the whining Slaveboy’s mouth, to which Boy Serg avidly lapped up every morsel of saliva.Master Legrand switched positions again. The Boy found himself on his back this time with his gams shoveled up against his chest. By the time Boy Serg could get his bearings he perceived the massive glans of Master Legrand pressing up against his little boyhole. The Master wasn’t exactly sure how he was able to squash his massive glans past The Boy’s amazingly taut sphincter, but he finally did.As Boy Serg got used to the Master’s super-charged, pistoning fuck-rhythm, he commenced to stroke his own sore boy-rod in earnest—with Master Legrand’s permission, of course. As the elder statesmen’s tongue explored the Slaveboy’s delightful mouth, Boy Serg promptly perceived his ejaculation embark to stir.Mere moments later, the delirious Slaveboy simply couldn’t hold back any longer. Under standard circumstances, Slaveboys were required to wait until their Master either permitted and/or instructed them to ejaculate. In this instance, though, nature overrode any preexisting rules.The Boy Serg bellowed and bayed as thick, white youngster jism gushed all over his torso and abs. Master Legrand inserted his glans against the Slaveboy’s sensitive elation center with each volley.As Boy Serg choked for air, he held stiffly to Master Legrand. The Slaveboy almost from the overwhelming power of his Master’s thrusts. And just when The Boy thought that he couldn’t possibly take any more, Master Legrand let out and moved Boy Serg face down on the mattress.All Master Legrand heard during the next a few mins were silenced bellows and sobs of as the Slaveboy withstood the absolute finest ass-pounding of his young life.The eruption of climb on Vesuvius was a mere hiccup in comparison to the of Master Legrand’s orgasm inwards of the Slaveboy’s chubby bottom. Both The Boy and his holder roared in unison as Master Legrand came over and over again. The Boy Serg calmly wept with fun into the pillow…
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