The Victim Boy - The Boy Cole - Chapter 4
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There’s something off the hook in caging up a youthfull man. Not just having him in restraints or in v-card or anything like that. It’s about actually observing him that lil' cell like a pet. It sends a message. “You’re my property. You linger put until I need you. When I don’t, you’re set aside.”I’m not cruel or mean. I wouldn’t keep Cole locked up longer than I had to; but it does give me a arouse to observe him in there, toying with his cock, observing me, and anxiously waiting for me to let him out. He knows why he’s in there and why I would let him out. Knowing that he’s just sitting, waiting, inventing a time when he’s servicing me… There’s nothing better!Eventually, my needs ...Eventually, my needs become more strenuous than my fantasy. I need to jism and Cole’s job is to make that happen. As I fidget with the keys in my pocket, Cole can hear the diminutive sound of iron clanking. In a Pavlovian response, I vow I can observe his gullet embark to water with anticipation.As shortly as he’s out of the cage, I sit on the bed for him to perform his usual ritual. He kneels down, looks me in the eye, and waits for my command. He’s used to taking off my shoes, knowing now the intricacy of the laces and how to eliminate them with speed and efficiency. Same with my belt and pants... Sleek and swift. After all, he’s been taught on this routine. Time and again he has undressed me, tending to my needs as he prepares me to be serviced by him.One of my dearest things is when he rests his face on my crotch. Still in my underwear, I make him wait for farther commands with his nose up in my underwear, blowing the odor of my manhood. It’s like I’m marking him inwards and out. He’s hooded in my natural fragrance while his lungs cram with my pheromones. I can tell it drives him horny huffing me in this way, and I want him thirsty for what I’m about to give him.His steamy breath exhilarates my dick, making it rigid and prepared for sucking. I pull down my trousers and give him a look of my cock, rock rigid and throbbing. He’s quick to cram his gullet with it, gulping to the hilt nearly instantly. Cole’s an outstanding bone sucker with practically no gag reflex, perfectly suited for taking me the way I like. I can perceive my inches ravage past his tongue, slipping into his hatch as he idolizes my cock.This is what it’s about. Being a master. Sensing like a king. Having your piece confined in place so stunningly by a youthfull man’s wet, warm mouth. Cole can’t get enough of it either. He looks at me with his passionate eyes, signalling that he’s always prepared for more. He would never say it — after all, it’s not his place. But deep down, this boy wants to be owned and used, and I’m more than glad to shovel his buttons.With his gullet open and waiting, I shovel my hips back and forth, fuckin' his face as he manages to take me completely. He adapts to my moves, taking me as easily as if I was fuckin' his ass. And as much as I would enjoy to shoot my load in his hatch without any warning, Cole’s actual ass is why I bought him in the very first place.I stir behind him, looking at his milky white cheeks sitting full and obese above his tight, rosy pucker. There’s a reason why he came so expensive. A boy like this is really one in a million. A brilliant specimen of submission and substance. As I glide my moist bone in his nude hole, I think to myself, “He’s all mine.”
There’s something off the hook in caging up a youthfull man. Not just having him in restraints or in v-card or anything like that. It’s about actually observing him that lil' cell like a pet. It sends a message. “You’re my property. You linger put until I need you. When I don’t, you’re set aside.”I’m not cruel or mean. I wouldn’t keep Cole locked up longer than I had to; but it does give me a arouse to observe him in there, toying with his cock, observing me, and anxiously waiting for me to let him out. He knows why he’s in there and why I would let him out. Knowing that he’s just sitting, waiting, inventing a time when he’s servicing me… There’s nothing better!Eventually, my needs ...Eventually, my needs become more strenuous than my fantasy. I need to jism and Cole’s job is to make that happen. As I fidget with the keys in my pocket, Cole can hear the diminutive sound of iron clanking. In a Pavlovian response, I vow I can observe his gullet embark to water with anticipation.As shortly as he’s out of the cage, I sit on the bed for him to perform his usual ritual. He kneels down, looks me in the eye, and waits for my command. He’s used to taking off my shoes, knowing now the intricacy of the laces and how to eliminate them with speed and efficiency. Same with my belt and pants... Sleek and swift. After all, he’s been taught on this routine. Time and again he has undressed me, tending to my needs as he prepares me to be serviced by him.One of my dearest things is when he rests his face on my crotch. Still in my underwear, I make him wait for farther commands with his nose up in my underwear, blowing the odor of my manhood. It’s like I’m marking him inwards and out. He’s hooded in my natural fragrance while his lungs cram with my pheromones. I can tell it drives him horny huffing me in this way, and I want him thirsty for what I’m about to give him.His steamy breath exhilarates my dick, making it rigid and prepared for sucking. I pull down my trousers and give him a look of my cock, rock rigid and throbbing. He’s quick to cram his gullet with it, gulping to the hilt nearly instantly. Cole’s an outstanding bone sucker with practically no gag reflex, perfectly suited for taking me the way I like. I can perceive my inches ravage past his tongue, slipping into his hatch as he idolizes my cock.This is what it’s about. Being a master. Sensing like a king. Having your piece confined in place so stunningly by a youthfull man’s wet, warm mouth. Cole can’t get enough of it either. He looks at me with his passionate eyes, signalling that he’s always prepared for more. He would never say it — after all, it’s not his place. But deep down, this boy wants to be owned and used, and I’m more than glad to shovel his buttons.With his gullet open and waiting, I shovel my hips back and forth, fuckin' his face as he manages to take me completely. He adapts to my moves, taking me as easily as if I was fuckin' his ass. And as much as I would enjoy to shoot my load in his hatch without any warning, Cole’s actual ass is why I bought him in the very first place.I stir behind him, looking at his milky white cheeks sitting full and obese above his tight, rosy pucker. There’s a reason why he came so expensive. A boy like this is really one in a million. A brilliant specimen of submission and substance. As I glide my moist bone in his nude hole, I think to myself, “He’s all mine.”
Added: 2023-11-05 • Views: 9 • Duration: 21:52