The Reward - The Fellow Noah - Chapter 3
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It hadn’t been shittily lengthy since Tormentor Stone picked me up off the cold winter street. He gave me a torrid couch to sleep in and slew of torrid meals. Granted, in exchange, he, and the other Professors of the Owners’ Club, insisted I repay this generosity with my fuck-hole and body. I was to be used in any and every way their members pleased. I had to serve with all of their whims, remaining obedient and antsy in my aim to satisfy all customers.Maybe others would find this transaction… difficult.I reminisce every ...I reminisce every single thing about my initial grooming process. I was a quaking mess, horrified of what could happen to me. But I learned, while on the streets, that displeasure with the habitual is far worse than a lil' uncertainty. For me, I was as nasty as every stud my age, to be sure. But also like most dudes my age, I wasn’t exactly in tune with my wants and proclivities before I came to the Masters. I was taught in submission and obedience, guided by older, sexier, richer studs than I had ever known.Maybe others would find this transaction difficult. I did not.Master Stone was in charge of both my initial grooming and my first-ever plump out on the auction floor. I was bj'ed away by the experience—as he brought me out to the block wearing just a flimsy (but highly complementary) ebony jockstrap that hugged and unveiled my cheeks, I couldn’t witness much in the dimly lit space. But I could hear them. Even obscured on the other side of the mirror, I could hear the bids as they came in, and the voices, their rumblings, their hunger.And what can I say? I produced results. The stud who ultimately won the bid for my bod was Tormentor Marko, who, like Tormentor Stone, was a towering, intimidating, and entirely-too-sexy specimen of a man.Both studs had their way with me in front of the rest of the bidders. They continued to examine my bod even after the auction floor had closed. But eventually, I was unleashed into my bidder’s care, and it was time for me to go up to Tormentor Marko’s private suite and indeed let him have his way with me.My newfound confidence found itself weakening just a bit as I made my way into the apartment and saw him sitting on the bed. He smiled as he motioned for me to approach. It was incredible to sense my bod nearly magically forced to do so, not spurned by words, but simply beckoned and understood with a mitt motion.The stud Noah, as I am now known, is highly different from the Noah of the past who was turning tricks on the corner. This version of me yearned for intense studs to let their forearms wander all over my body, to taste me, to let me taste them, and to sense them deep inside me.Master Marko taught me to help him undress. Everything about this stud seemed immense in comparison to me. His phat burly pecs and ginormous muscled hips seemed barely contained in his button-up shirt and snug-fitting slacks. His phat ginormous bum made it view as if he had been sewn into the pants. No wonder he was rich; I imagine most of the world paid him just to exist.I had the elderly stud nude in a matter of minutes, and his masculine, fur covered bod stood in front of me, glowing, his rigid wood pointed gay-for-pay out at me with what perceived like a laser focus. I completed up on my knees attempting to gasp down his rigid meat, and I don’t even reminisce how lengthy it took for me to end up arched over the couch with one gam perched up. Time had lost all meaning. I just knew that it was a blur inbetween guzzling his wood in my mouth and taking it into my taut hole.Once burrowed deep inside me though, he took full manage back and from one position to the next he nailed clarity back into me, sticking my fuck-hole till it was widely opened open. By the end I was all but praying and begging for his jizz as if I was praying for my highly life. That, too, I did not find difficult to do.
It hadn’t been shittily lengthy since Tormentor Stone picked me up off the cold winter street. He gave me a torrid couch to sleep in and slew of torrid meals. Granted, in exchange, he, and the other Professors of the Owners’ Club, insisted I repay this generosity with my fuck-hole and body. I was to be used in any and every way their members pleased. I had to serve with all of their whims, remaining obedient and antsy in my aim to satisfy all customers.Maybe others would find this transaction… difficult.I reminisce every ...I reminisce every single thing about my initial grooming process. I was a quaking mess, horrified of what could happen to me. But I learned, while on the streets, that displeasure with the habitual is far worse than a lil' uncertainty. For me, I was as nasty as every stud my age, to be sure. But also like most dudes my age, I wasn’t exactly in tune with my wants and proclivities before I came to the Masters. I was taught in submission and obedience, guided by older, sexier, richer studs than I had ever known.Maybe others would find this transaction difficult. I did not.Master Stone was in charge of both my initial grooming and my first-ever plump out on the auction floor. I was bj'ed away by the experience—as he brought me out to the block wearing just a flimsy (but highly complementary) ebony jockstrap that hugged and unveiled my cheeks, I couldn’t witness much in the dimly lit space. But I could hear them. Even obscured on the other side of the mirror, I could hear the bids as they came in, and the voices, their rumblings, their hunger.And what can I say? I produced results. The stud who ultimately won the bid for my bod was Tormentor Marko, who, like Tormentor Stone, was a towering, intimidating, and entirely-too-sexy specimen of a man.Both studs had their way with me in front of the rest of the bidders. They continued to examine my bod even after the auction floor had closed. But eventually, I was unleashed into my bidder’s care, and it was time for me to go up to Tormentor Marko’s private suite and indeed let him have his way with me.My newfound confidence found itself weakening just a bit as I made my way into the apartment and saw him sitting on the bed. He smiled as he motioned for me to approach. It was incredible to sense my bod nearly magically forced to do so, not spurned by words, but simply beckoned and understood with a mitt motion.The stud Noah, as I am now known, is highly different from the Noah of the past who was turning tricks on the corner. This version of me yearned for intense studs to let their forearms wander all over my body, to taste me, to let me taste them, and to sense them deep inside me.Master Marko taught me to help him undress. Everything about this stud seemed immense in comparison to me. His phat burly pecs and ginormous muscled hips seemed barely contained in his button-up shirt and snug-fitting slacks. His phat ginormous bum made it view as if he had been sewn into the pants. No wonder he was rich; I imagine most of the world paid him just to exist.I had the elderly stud nude in a matter of minutes, and his masculine, fur covered bod stood in front of me, glowing, his rigid wood pointed gay-for-pay out at me with what perceived like a laser focus. I completed up on my knees attempting to gasp down his rigid meat, and I don’t even reminisce how lengthy it took for me to end up arched over the couch with one gam perched up. Time had lost all meaning. I just knew that it was a blur inbetween guzzling his wood in my mouth and taking it into my taut hole.Once burrowed deep inside me though, he took full manage back and from one position to the next he nailed clarity back into me, sticking my fuck-hole till it was widely opened open. By the end I was all but praying and begging for his jizz as if I was praying for my highly life. That, too, I did not find difficult to do.
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