I tighten my grip on his harness, holding him against my crotch as he gurgles around my cock. Saliva spills from his open mouth, pooling around my balls in a thick, sticky mess. I hold him there until I am sure he will pass out, then let him up.
He sucks in a gasp of air before I spear him back onto my member, pushing his face deep into my pubes. I use his head like I would a sex toy, slamming it up and down onto my shaft with no care for his comfort or safety.
I claimed him a week ago. Before me, he was just one of many innocent young men, ignorant to the dangers of the world. Now he is my personal fucktoy. A thing to be used.
Since I took him in his mouth has seen constant use. His face is permanently hooded, a ring gag affixed to his mouth. He is reduced to an object to be played with. I fuck him whenever I please, his mouth and ass available whenever I need.
I try to keep his lips wrapped around my cock as much as possible. He services me as I eat, while I watch tv, in bed as I sleep. When I am not using it personally, I make sure his mouth is filled with one of many large dildos I own, I can't have my toy getting lazy.
At first, he begged and cried, his pathetic whining muffled by the harsh gag. After a couple of days, something broke within him, he no longer fights me. The only sounds he makes are the gurgles, moans and groans as I use him for my pleasure.
I don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine. There is no need to communicate with him, he has no will, no agency. I make sure he is fed and watered, I look after him as I would any piece of property.
He whimpers as I idly press my foot hard against his balls, jostling the steel cage locked tight against his useless penis. I pay no mind, continuing to grind my hips against his head, feeling the vibrations of his throat as he meekly protests his treatment.
We continue this way for an hour as I flick through channels on the tv, finally settling on some old film I’ve seen a million times. As I have already emptied myself into my toy six times today, it takes a good while for me to reach my climax.
As I do, I press him deep into my crotch, driving my cock as deep into his throat as I can. Groaning I pump the seventh load of the day directly down his throat, holding him there until every last drop has been milked from me.
Satisfied, I turn my attention back to the tv, as my pet continues to lick and suck on my softening member. Who knows? Maybe he will get an eighth deposit before the day is done.
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I tighten my grip on his harness, holding him against my crotch as he gurgles around my cock. Saliva spills from his open mouth, pooling around my balls in a thick, sticky mess. I hold him there until I am sure he will pass out, then let him up.
He sucks in a gasp of air before I spear him back onto my member, pushing his face deep into my pubes. I use his head like I would a sex toy, slamming it up and down onto my shaft with no care for his comfort or safety.
I claimed him a week ago. Before me, he was just one of many innocent young men, ignorant to the dangers of the world. Now he is my personal fucktoy. A thing to be used.
Since I took him in his mouth has seen constant use. His face is permanently hooded, a ring gag affixed to his mouth. He is reduced to an object to be played with. I fuck him whenever I please, his mouth and ass available whenever I need.
I try to keep his lips wrapped around my cock as much as possible. He services me as I eat, while I watch tv, in bed as I sleep. When I am not using it personally, I make sure his mouth is filled with one of many large dildos I own, I can't have my toy getting lazy.
At first, he begged and cried, his pathetic whining muffled by the harsh gag. After a couple of days, something broke within him, he no longer fights me. The only sounds he makes are the gurgles, moans and groans as I use him for my pleasure.
I don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine. There is no need to communicate with him, he has no will, no agency. I make sure he is fed and watered, I look after him as I would any piece of property.
He whimpers as I idly press my foot hard against his balls, jostling the steel cage locked tight against his useless penis. I pay no mind, continuing to grind my hips against his head, feeling the vibrations of his throat as he meekly protests his treatment.
We continue this way for an hour as I flick through channels on the tv, finally settling on some old film I’ve seen a million times. As I have already emptied myself into my toy six times today, it takes a good while for me to reach my climax.
As I do, I press him deep into my crotch, driving my cock as deep into his throat as I can. Groaning I pump the seventh load of the day directly down his throat, holding him there until every last drop has been milked from me.
Satisfied, I turn my attention back to the tv, as my pet continues to lick and suck on my softening member. Who knows? Maybe he will get an eighth deposit before the day is done.