Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2005 04:58:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: James T. <storymaster49@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mastered for a Day

This story is a break from the series Master Jonathan.
 It's the same theme as Master Jonathan, but with
different characters.

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Mastered for a Day

                Ralph Toland


I had been fantasizing about being a fucktoy for an
older man for a long time.  I had not acted on it
because it held a certain level of fear for me.  I had
a, not so irrational fear that giving myself to a man
would put him in control and if things got out of hand
I would have no way to get myself out of it.  I was
not interested in being tied up, abused, tortured, or
turned into the object of some man's sadistic
fantasies.  I wanted a man who was in total control of
the situation and would use me as an object, as a
sexual slave as it were.  I imagined that back in the
days of the Egyptian pharos a man who owned a young
male slave would use him for his own sexual pleasure
and would not think to communicate with him or ask him
his opinion on what was being done to him.  He
certainly wouldn't talk to him as an equal and
wouldn't "ask" him to do certain things, he would just
tell him and expect immediate compliance.  This was
the kind of situation I fantasized about, CONSTANTLY.

One day, while all alone and feeling even hornier than
usual I logged into a gay contact web site and signed
into the Authoritarian chat room for my local area.
Having created a profile with a picture of me in a
pair of shorts and no shirt I was having no trouble
getting messaged.  I suppose being 19 helped quite a
bit since most of these guys were looking for someone
relatively young, but legal.  I was also met with a
certain amount of skepticism by men who were used to
getting toyed with by men pretending to be something,
and someone, they were  not.

I chatted with lots of different men, dismissing most
who immediately called me boy and suggested I need to
be tied up, abused, or dressed up like a girl.  If a
man wanted me to dress like a girl that was fine, but
that would be something he would expect as part of
controlling me, and not as the way to be aroused by
me.

Finally, I was messaged by someone who just chatted
with me like a normal person.  No demands, no abusive
language, no power plays.  We chatted for a while and
he asked me a lot of questions about what I was
looking for.  His picture certainly made him
interesting.  He was hairy, dark, not exceptionally
well built but certainly no Pillsbury Dough Boy,
either.  He told me that he was not in BD&SM and had
no interest in it at all.  He enjoyed using pretty
strong language when he was fucking, but that was just
something that came out of him as a natural part of
his sexual energy.  He described his favorite
scenario, which was a young, very compliant man who
wanted to be used completely.   I told him about my
Egyptian slave scenario and he said that while he had
never looked at it that way, it was exactly the kind
of scene that got him off.  He also said that he was
not interested in forcing anyone to do anything
against their will, and that if we ever connected it
would be understood that no one was being forced to do
anything.  He also said that he usually had some kind
of safety word that his fucktoy could use in case he
decided things were not going the way he expected them
to go.  The safety word would end everything
immediately.

He kept describing the lovemaking as play sessions or
scenes, which I found both intriguing and highly
arousing.  He really seemed to understand how much of
a turn on giving my self to a man could be.  It wasn't
lovemaking, and it was certainly more than sex.  It
was a mental and a physical experience.  He told me
what he generally did when he was with a man who was
submitting to him.  He would basically treat him like
a sexual pet, touching him, petting him, fondling him,
ordering him to do things in a way which wasn't gruff
or authoritarian but simply accepted that his fuck toy
would comply without asking questions.  He also asked
me if there were any names he could call me which I
would find unacceptable.  I couldn't think of any.

Sitting in front of the computer in a highly aroused
state I wrote, "I'd like to hook up with you
sometime."

There was somewhat long delay before his answer popped
up and I assumed he was thinking of a way to let me
down easy.  Or, I thought, maybe this was all a scam
and he was just some old married guy living some
online fantasy.  But, then on the screen I read "what
are you doing this afternoon."

"Nothing," I wrote, as fast as my fingers would type.
My heart was racing like it's never done before.

"You want to come over?"

"Sure, what time?" I answered.

"How about now, and can you stay the night if things
work out?"

"Yeah, sure, I'd love to," I typed, fingers fumbling
all over the key board as I typed as fast as I could,
before he changed his mind.

He gave me directions to his house which was no more
than 30 minutes away, and told me to come over
whenever I was ready, that he was going to jump in the
shower and would be "ready" for me when I got there.

Just before signing off I said, "by the way, what's
your name?"

"It's Jim," he answered, "but our names don't matter
because you won't be calling me by my name and I will
be calling you lots of things besides your real name
:).  By the way, I will expect you to submit to me as
soon as I open the door.  The safety word is "Egypt."

As I disconnected from the web site I was as aroused
as I ever remember being.  My cock had been hard for
an hour and there was a big wet pre-cum spot on the
front of my shorts.  I quickly went to the bathroom
and climbed in the shower.  I didn't know exactly what
he had in mind for me but I wanted to be clean and
ready for anything.  Not knowing was half the fun and
the way I felt now I doubted there was much chance I
was going to be saying Egypt in the next twenty four
hours.  I spread shaving gel all over my cock, balls,
and asshole and then shaved myself smooth.  I keep
myself shaved all over down there anyway, but it had
been a couple of weeks since my last shaving and there
was a little stubble.

I didn't spend a lot of time picking out my wardrobe
since I didn't expect it would take him long to get it
all off.  I slipped on a pair of extremely tight faded
jeans, an old snug t-shirt and my running shoes.  I am
in good shape and looking in the mirror I was sure he
would like what he saw.

The traffic was light, THANK GOD, and I had a raging
hard on the entire drive, anticipating what the next
hours held in store.  I got a little lost at one point
and panicked because I realized I had not gotten a
cell phone number from him. If I got lost I would have
to go home, get back on line and hope he was there.
But, finally, after backtracking, I followed the
directions and pulled up in front of his house.  It
was your typical suburban home, but beautifully
landscaped and well taken care of.

I walked up to the door hoping there were no neighbors
watching.  My cock was throbbing and leaving a
distinct outline as it rested snugly under my jeans,
pointing up at my right hip.  Looking down I could see
a small wet spot around the head of my cock.  I
wondered if maybe I shouldn't  have worn briefs.

I pressed the doorbell and waited for only a few
seconds before the door opened.  He looked exactly
like his picture.  So far so good, he hadn't sent me
some old picture of himself.  Things were starting out
very nicely.  He was wearing nothing but a pair of
very tight black low-cut leather pants.  His cock was
also hard and traced a beautiful line down his inner
leg.  He was not massive, but there was no doubt his
cock was on the "longer and thicker" side.   His chest
had just the right amount of chest hair, with a nice
patch across his upper chest and a long thick line all
the way down to his stomach, thinning out as it
continued over his navel and down into his leather
pants.  He was very dark, but it appeared to be mostly
from the sun.

"Come in," he said firmly.

I stepped through the door and walked past him,
pausing in the foyer as I looked around at the
"everything in it's place appearance" of the living
room off to my left.  I heard the door close behind me
and then he was pressed against my back, one hand
under my t shirt and the other gripping my cock
through my jeans.  He was slightly taller than me and
I let my head tilt back and rest against his shoulder.
 He turned toward me and put his open mouth over my
ear, slipping his very wet tongue inside it.  I am
highly sensitive in my ear and having a tongue in it
makes me crawl with sexual urgency.  I moaned and put
my hand over his hand that was squeezing my cock.  He
pushed it away without saying a word.  He pulled his
mouth off my ear and asked me softly, "do you remember
the safety word?"  I nodded.

I had never felt intensely stimulated so fast.  His
question about the safety word let me take that last
step and surrender.  He had no intention of going
anywhere I was not prepared to go, and that question
was his way of giving me a final sense of confidence
before I became his fucktoy.  He could make me do
anything he wanted and if it was something I was not
prepared to do I could back out instantly.  But, I
could not imagine anything I would not do for him
right now.

The hand under the t-shirt found it's way to one of my
nipples and he began pinching and squeezing it,
sending sexual charges throughout my body.

"Good boy, I love a slut with sensitive tits," he
murmured in my ear.

He brought his other hand under my t shirt and took my
other nipple in his fingers.  He worked them
simultaneously, pinching and twisting them till they
were stiff and swollen.  All the while he was cooing
in my ear, arousing me further with his words.  "Nice,
nice tits.  I love boy tits that respond to rough
handling.  I'm going to pay a lot of attention to
those little nubs.  Going to suck them deep into my
mouth and make the deep purple from my teeth."

I was responding in the only way my body would let me,
my head tilted back, groans and moans escaping from my
throat, as he stimulated my nipples and talked to me
like I was his submissive slut, which by now I was,
completely.

Finally, he let go of my nipples and slid his hands
down my chest.  As he unsnapped my jeans and lowered
the zipper he said, "let's check out your boy dick and
the pussy I am going to breed."

He was driving me insane with lust, his words and his
hands taking me places I had never been.  His voice
was deep and masculine, and his tone exuded a sense of
total confidence.  There was absolutely no doubt he
was in charge and there was also no doubt that in my
mind I was giving my body to him completely.  I would
do anything to make sure this sexual euphoria I was
experiencing would go on for hours, if not forever.

When my zipper was all the way down he pushed my jeans
down to my upper thigh and then place the palms of his
hand on my lower stomach and pulled me to him.  His
leather pants felt cool and soft against my ass and I
had the urge to push back.  His hand slid down lower
and he cupped my balls.  Gently squeezing and rolling
my nuts in his fingers, he moaned softly.  "Very nice,
boy.  Nice and full.  I bet you produce a lot of sweet
boy cream.  I love to eat boy cream and I think you
are going to keep me well fed.  I'm going to milk you
dry today and get every last drop of your sweet
nectar."  He spoke to me slowly, letting every word
sink in, letting me know there was no rush, and that
good things were going to happen when he wanted them
to happen, and no sooner.

"You don't cum unless I tell you, boy.  If you think
you are going to cum you tell me and I will stop it.
Don't wait till it is too late or I will be very
unhappy.  Your sperm belongs to me and I want to eat
it, if you spill it on the floor or anywhere besides
my mouth I will punish you.  Do you understand?

"Yes," I murmured, "yes, yes, I promise, sir."

"Good boy," he said as he wrapped his thick fingers
around my twitching cock.  His fingers held my cock
just under the head and he was rubbing his thumb over
the pre-cum coated slit.  Waves of pleasure rolled
down my cock, into my balls and up my back.  I knew
that  if he kept it up I was going to be spraying cum
all over the floor and walls.  A part of me didn't
want this to stop and for a split second I considered
just riding with it, but then I realized I would be
disobeying the first order he had given me.

"You are going to make me cum soon," I groaned.

He quickly moved his hand under and behind my balls.
His finger found my perineum and he pushed hard,
lifting me up to the balls of my feet.  It was
slightly painful but the urge to cum passed
immediately.  After a few seconds, when my cock had
lost a little bit of it's rigidity, he let go, and
backed away from me.

"Good boy.  Now, take of the clothes."

I pulled my t shirt off then bent over and pushed my
jeans to me ankles and then kicked them off, along
with my running shoes.  As I stood up straight he
moved beside me and wrapped his arm around my upper
stomach, pulling my shoulder up against his hairy
chest.  With his free hand he started gently rubbing
my ass.

"Very, very nice," he said softly, to no one in
particular.  "You have a delectable boy butt.  Nice
and round, and smooth.  They are going to look very
sexy spread open and pressed against my stomach."

He pulled his hand up and put the two middle fingers
in his mouth.  After wetting them out he put them
between my ass cheeks and started worming them toward
my asshole.

"Let's see how tight that boy pussy is," he said as
his finger tips made contact with my butt.

He moved his finger tips around the edges of my ass,
gently probing.  The sensations were electric and my
ass cheeks were contracting uncontrollably.  I wanted
his finger inside me, now.

"My, my, you are nice and firm, almost virginal.  I
don't think you've had that pussy bred very much from
the feel of things.  Let's see how tight it is," he
said as he slipped a finger into my tight rectum.

"Damn, it's going to take some effort to squeeze my
cock into you.  You are really tight," he said as he
slipped his finger in deeper.   "Ok, lets feel you
milk my finger."

I started to contract my ass, not sure if what I was
doing was really squeezing his finger or just moving
muscles around inside.  His moan of pleasure was
evidence I actually was having the desired effect.

"Oh yeah, you got some good strong muscles in that
cunt.  It feels like you are trying to suck my finger
deeper. Now, lets see how sensitive your boy clit is,"
he said as his finger tip made contact with my
prostate.

As soon as he dragged his finger across my prostate my
hips thrust forward in an uncontrolled response,  a
loud "NNNNNGGGGHHHHH" escaping from my throat.  He
instantly pulled his finger out and pressed it against
my perineum, once again lifting me up with the
pressure, and forcing the urge to ejaculate to recede.

"Damn, son, how long has it been since you shot a load
of boy cream.  You're kinda having trouble controlling
it," he said chuckling.

"It's been three days, Daddy" I answered, calling him
daddy as a natural response to being called "son."   I
had never had any dad-son fantasies, but the role he
was guiding me into made calling him daddy seem
natural and highly pleasurable.

"Well, as long as you keep letting me know in time,
things will work out just fine.  I know you really
want to cum, but I am not ready for it yet, and my
pleasure comes first," he said, smiling slightly.

Slapping my ass he turned me toward him and looked
into my eyes.  He put his hand behind my neck and
pulled me into a deep, open mouthed kiss, his tongue
quickly slipping into my mouth.  I wrapped my arms
around his back and pulled myself up against him.  My
chest was heaving with lust and I was breathing as
heavily as if I had just run a marathon.  I was
breathing noisily through my nose as our lips locked
in a long and passionate kiss.  A couple of times,
desperate to get more oxygen into my adrenaline
wracked body, I breathed into his open mouth and he
simply inhaled my hot breath.  In a matter of five
minutes he had taken me to a sexual peak I rarely
experienced in so short a time.  My hips were
thrusting against him, my body reacting to the natural
desire to breed with this hot stud of a man.

Pulling away, he chuckled at my condition.  "You are
one horny little fucker, aren't you, son."

"Yes, daddy, I need you," I said, my voice quavering
with lust.

"Ok, lets go play," he said, walking down the hall,
with me following right behind, my hard throbbing cock
leaking a long thread of pre-cum as I walked.

We entered a large master bedroom, beautifully, but
sparsely decorated in what could only be described as
minimalist.  The king sized bed had  only a crisp
white sheet on it with big fluffy pillows scattered
around.  The headboard was heavy and made from a dark
satiny wood, with long columns running vertically
across its length.  It occurred to me that he probably
selected the headboard for the handholds it offered
and not necessarily for its beauty.  I pictured young
men, gripping the poles as he rutted into their tight
holes.

He stood at the edge of the bed and beckoned me to
him.

"Take off my pants," he ordered.

I  knelt in front of him, my hands shaking.  I
unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper, then
grabbed a handful of leather at his  thighs and pulled
them down.  His uncut hard cock sprang free and
bounced in front of my face.  It was thick, veiny and
nothing short of gorgeous.  I was mesmerized by the
thin foreskin, covering only half his purple,
oversized helmet.     I wanted desperately to reach
up, wrap my hand around the meaty shaft and pull the
foreskin away from the delectable morsel of purple
flesh, but I waited for directions.

I pushed his pants down to his ankles and he stepped
out of them, flicking the pants away from his feet.
He put his hand against the back of my head and
grabbing a handful of hair he tilted it back so I was
looking up at him.

"I am going to fuck your mouth.  I want you to open it
and make it a nice hot hole for me.  Don't suck  on my
cock or close your mouth over it.  And, don't swallow.
  If you have the urge to gag, go ahead, but don't
close your mouth.  Understood?" he said, a command as
much as a question.  I nodded and opened my mouth for
him.

He tilted my head down and pushed his cock into my
mouth and thrust in and out.  I rolled my tongue under
the head and he stopped thrusting.

"Don't use your tongue.  Just lay it flat and let me
fuck your mouth," he ordered.  I nodded.

He started fucking in and out of my mouth slowly,
groaning and moaning quietly.  He was thrusting deeper
and deeper into the back of my mouth and each slow
thrust brought me closer and closer to gagging.  I had
sucked a good number of cocks in my time, but was
never able to fully deep throat a cock.  I had a
normal gag reflex and once in a while I could take one
fairly deep for a few seconds and with a lot of
concentration control my gag reflex, but no matter how
hard I concentrated, eventually the reflex would get
the upper hand and I would open my mouth wide and
expel the cock in a reflexive and powerful gag.  Right
now, I was concentrating as hard as possible in order
to please my incredibly exciting master.

Eventually, he thrust it past the point of my ability
to control it and I jerked my head back.  As the
reflex overwhelmed me, my lips tightened into a big
circle, my eyes rolled back, and I gagged.  He held my
head firmly, pulling his cock back an inch, but not
removing it from my mouth.  My desire to close my
mouth and swallow was overpowering by with his cock in
there it was impossible.  He simply stood there,
holding my head as the saliva flowed out around my
lower lip and ran down my chin.

"Relax boy, it will pass," he said soothingly as my
throat began to relax and gag reflex receded.

My mouth was full of spit and precum, and the more he
fucked in and out of my mouth the more saliva I was
producing.  It was running down his cock and over his
balls and legs.  My chest was covered in it and some
of it was foaming a the base of his cock.  It was
messy but deeply arousing.  I loved being used for his
pleasure and the fact he loved seeing my drool all
over this cock, while he fucked in and out made it all
the more erotic.

He continued fucking my mouth for what seemed like
hours but was probably only 10 or 15 minutes.  I
gagged several times and each time he pulled back and
let me recover, offering words of encouragement.  My
jaw was getting sore and my eyes kept rolling back as
I fought the urge to swallow, but I was in ecstasy as
my master used me as his fuck toy.

I suddenly felt the urge to cum.  I hadn't touched
myself but the state of arousal he had brought me to
was causing the cum to churn deep inside me.  My balls
were contracting and I knew I was going to cum soon.
I couldn't pull off his cock and tell him because he
had ordered me not to.  But, neither did I want to cum
without his permission.  Finally, I reached my hand
behind my balls and pushed hard on my perineum.  The
urge slowly passed.

Finally, he stopped thrusting and held my head in
place,  his cock halfway in my mouth.

"I'm going to cum now, slut.  I want you to wrap your
lips tight around my cock.  You may swallow now and
then I want you to try and swallow my cock.  When I
cum you will swallow every drop and you will look up
into my eyes as you swallow it.  Understood?"  I
nodded.

"Ok, swallow," he ordered.

I swallowed a big gulp of my own saliva then began
sucking on his cock, drawing more of the spit on his
cock to the back of my throat and swallowing it as
well.

"Ok, start trying to swallow my cock," he ordered.

He stopped thrusting and let me find the right spot at
the back of my throat that would allow me to try and
swallow his cock without causing a gag reflex.  I
could feel his cock twitching in my mouth and I knew I
would soon be rewarded with a mouthful of his
wonderful cum.

"C'mon boy, swallow your Daddy's cock.  Drink all that
fuck juice down, slut.  That's it, bitch, suck my big
dick.  OH FUCK...FUCK....FUCK....FUCK, EAT IT BITCH."

As he approached his orgasm he gripped the base of his
cock and pulled his skin back causing the thick meaty
cock head to pop out from its sheath.  The thick
smooth head finally mine, I sucked on it with relish,
exploring the newly exposed base with my tongue.

"Here it comes, cunt.  Take it all," he ordered, his
voice rising in volume as his hot sperm shot up
through his cock.  He pulled my head back and looked
into my eyes as his first geyser of cum exploded into
my mouth. I looked up into his eyes as he had
commanded and saw him smile as my eyes widened from
his cum flooding my mouth.  I managed to keep sucking
without swallowing the first eruption, and was
rewarded with another thick flow from his cock head.
I paused momentarily and swallowed most of his sperm
gift with a loud gulp, earning a big smile from my
master.  He pumped again and delivered another thick
rope of man seed into my mouth.  I could taste his cum
and it was deliciously acrid and slimy.  I wanted him
to keep squirting huge wads of cum into my mouth until
my stomach was full. He had me so much under his spell
there was nothing about him I didn't find delicious.

Finally, he let out a long sigh and stopped pumping.
His eyes closed slowly, and he whispered, "suck it
clean, boy."

He let go of his cock and the foreskin slipped
forward, covering most of his cock head.  I ran my
tongue around the foreskin trying to work it between
the sheath and his cock head in order to clean out any
remaining cum.  Before I could reach my target he
pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat down hard on
the edge of the bed.  "You got a hot mouth, slut.  You
did good," he said softly, as I kneeled between his
legs, waiting for instructions.

After catching his breath, he ordered me to get on the
bed, laying sideways, facing the center of the bed.  I
did as instructed, not clear on what he had in mind.
He climbed on the bed and laid facing me in a 69
position.

"Ok, bitch, I'm going to eat your pussy and get it
ready for breeding.  I expect you are so close now
that as soon as I start sucking your cunt  you will
have an overpowering urge to shoot.  Tell me when you
are going to cum so I can eat it.  Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, yes" I answered, unable to control
the rising excitement in my voice.

He took my upper leg and flexed it around his back,
and wrapped his arm around my upper thigh.  I felt him
spreading my ass cheeks with his hands and suddenly
felt something hot and wet probing my tight ass.  I
could hear him moan with pleasure as his tongue
penetrated my tight ass and sent jolts of pleasure up
my cock and balls.  I immediately felt the cum surging
in my balls.

"I AM GOING TO CUM," I yelled.

Instantly, he pulled away from my ass and slipped my
cock deep in his mouth.  I don't know how he did it,
but his lips were wrapped around the base of my cock,
my entire six and half inches of thick cock was buried
in his mouth.  He grabbed my ass in a tight bear hug
and slipped a finger up my wet ass, finding my
prostate with his finger tip.  I was unable to move
except for short thrusts which moved both of us back
and forth on the bed.  I could feel my orgasm passing
the point of no return.

 "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," I
yelled as the hot sperm shot up my cock and erupted in
his mouth.  His sucking action was making the orgasm
more  intense than any I had ever experienced.  I went
into some kind of altered state of consciousness and
simply thrust as hard as I could, trying to go even
deeper into his mouth.  He continued to milk me
through wave after wave of intense pleasure.

"YES, YES, YES, OH DON"T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP, OH
GOD, OH GOD," I said, the words flowing from me in a
frenzy as cum shot from my cock and into his waiting
throat.

Finally, the peaks became less and I relaxed into a
state of total bliss.  I felt the cool air hit my wet
cock as he pulled his mouth away.  I then felt his
mouth once again cover my tight ass, and I lay there
peacefully as he pleasured my sphincter with his
probing tongue.

After my ass was loose from the efforts of his tongue,
he pulled away, slapping my ass as he got to his
knees.

"Ok, boy, time for breeding."

I looked at this cock and it was once again hard and
ready for action.  While I had just had the most
intense orgasm of my life, looking at his cock I too
began to get hard

"Get on your knees and grab hold of the headboard," he
said, confirming my earlier suspicion about the
construction of the headboard.

As I got into position his cell phone rang.  He told
me to hold on and while he took the call.  I grabbed
the headboard and waited.

Looking at the name on the screen of the cell phone,
he put the phone to his ear.

"Hey man, what's up?.....  Naw, not right now, I'm
busy," he answered, looking over at me and smiling.
"well, if you must know, I'm fucking a hot little
bitch boy.......no, no one you know, I just met him
today.......don't know yet, I haven't fucked him, but he
sure felt tight to my finger.  I was just getting
ready to mount him when you called.......possibly, if you
don't mind sloppy seconds"  he said, laughing.  "ok,
make it two hours.  See ya..... Yeah, bye."

Putting the phone down, he started moving behind me
and said, "my buddy's coming over and I'm going to let
him fuck you.  I kind of owe him, so this will be a
good payback.  You'll enjoy him, he's really into hot
bitches like you and knows how to get them off."

The idea of being given to another man as a gift or as
payback for a loan sent shivers up my back. How much
more proof could I offer that I was giving myself to a
master than to allow the master to lend me out to
other men.

I felt his hands spreading my ass wide and then a warm
creamy feeling as he coated my hole with lube.  Next,
I felt his hands gripping my hips and his cock head up
against my tight hole.  He started to push but his
cock kept slipping and sliding up my ass crack.

"Damn, bitch, you got a tight cunt.  Reach under and
put my cock in your pussy," he ordered.

Letting go of the headboard I reached under between my
legs and grabbed his cock.  Rubbing it up and down my
ass I pulled hard till the head was centered over my
fuck hole.  "Now," I said.  He pushed and the head
popped passed the tight little sphincter.

I winced as the sudden penetration sent small jolts of
pain through me.

"Wish I had a camera, boy.  Your little boy cunt looks
so hot wrapped around my cock head.  Let me push in a
little deeper.

He pushed another inch in and although painful, it was
less so than the first penetration.  He held it in
place, then slid another inch in, then another, then
another, till he was balls deep in my tight hole.  He
gripped my hips hard and pulled me into him, moaning
with pleasure.

The pain was gone, replaced with a pleasant full
feeling and I gripped the headboard, welcoming the
assault I was sure was coming.  He pulled his cock out
till only the head was inside me, then slowly pushed
it back in.  The pleasure was intense and I wanted it
deeper.

He kept plunging his fuck meat into me at a faster and
faster pace, till he was pounding me.  I looked over
to the right of the bed and was greeted with our
reflection in a large mirror.   The image was
intensely arousing.  I could see his cock disappear
between my ass cheeks every time he thrust into me.
His balls were whipping back and forth and slapping my
perineum when he drove his cock home.  I looked over
and while still holding on to the headboard I lowered
my lower chest to the bed, arching my back down and
raising my ass in the air in a provocative and
sluttish display of wantonness.

It was not lost on my master and he slapped my ass as
he said, "you sluttish bitch, you want this don't you,
you want daddy's cum deep in your cunt?  You want
daddy to breed your sloppy cunt, don't you.  Tell me
you want it, tell me."

"Yes, daddy, I want it," I moaned, "fuck me, give me
your hot thick cum. Pump me full of your hot seed.
Breed my cunt, breed me, OH YEAH, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK
ME, FUCK ME.

Each "fuck me" ended with a grunt as he drove his cock
deep into my rectum.

The breeding in the doggie position went on till both
of us were bathed in sweat and I was getting too tired
to hold on to the headboard.  At that point, his legs
getting tired as well, he flipped me on to my back,
wrapped his arms around behind my thighs and pulled my
butt into the air, my distended asshole was gaping and
ready for his fuck tool. His cock slipped in easily
and he began fucking me languidly, the strokes long
and deep and sometimes ending in a deep, penetrating
grind.  His mouth found mine and we kissed, open
mouthed, with an urgency brought on by the desire to
breed.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from mine and looked
me in the eyes.

"I'm ready to breed you, baby.  Make yourself cum when
I deposit my seed in your.  I want to watch your eyes
when you feel my cock juice fill up your cunt.  You
ready baby?  Start stroking your dick while I cum."

His face turned read as he pulled hard on my legs,
lifting my ass up a little higher and penetrating as
deep as possible.  He let out a long hissing sound
through clenched  teeth as the first shot of sperm
exploded deep in my rectum.  He pulled out an inch
then drove it home again.  I started to cum as I
stroked by blood engorged cock, spraying cum all over
both of us.  His relentless pounding of my tight ass
made my cum spray hard, covering not only us, but the
pillows at the base of the headboard.

Finally, our peaks had passed and he collapsed on me.
 I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him tightly to
me, and gently chewed on his shoulder, as I felt his
cock get soft and trickles of hot cum run out of my
ass and down my butt cheeks, forming a pool under me.

We laid there for a while, quietly resting in the glow
of our wonderful coupling.  Soon, he pushed himself up
and looked down at me.

"Go get cleaned up, bitch.  My friend's coming over
and I want you nice and fresh for him.

To be continued......