Slave Boy - The Boy Zac Vol. 1
I was curled up in my cage, waiting for my master to return to use and fuck me, and then I dozed off thinking about when this all started from a card that was given to me, to the grooming as they told me before I was auctioned off, and then the auction. Master Scott purchased me, and I was very ambivalent, unsure, not exactly disliking being owned, and yet I loved that someone wanted me. Me! And then when he fucked me, which was different from the men that I had sold myself to on the streets before. I felt more complete and since he taught me how to properly please a man, the sex with him felt better. Master Scott was all over me every day with his big cock, loading my butt with his cum, enforcing obedience, manners, and then told me that I possibly may have other assignments and to always be ready. One of my other assignments came today, startling me out of my slumber. It was Master Ballard. He is the one who did my initial interview when I first came here. In his booming voice, he asked me “Do you know why I am here, boy? Your master gave me permission to come here and play with you.” He pulled out a set of keys, including one for the lock on the cage. Reaching over, he unlocked my cage and I crawled out, climbing up on the round stage, staying on all fours. I knew what was going to be expected from me and that I had better give him all he wants. I also made sure to pose the way Master Scott taught me with my jock positioned correctly and then to sway a little so that my ass is enticing to the taker. Master Ballard asked me, “Are you going to submit to me, boy?” And I dutifully responded, “yes sir”. From what I could see behind me, he was getting down close behind me, then I felt his scruff beard grazing my skin and then moving farther in toward my hole and then his tongue dug in, eating me out. Okay, I know that I was not excited about him using me, but his rimming skills are not to be beat. I was getting more excited as he flicked his tongue through my crack, licking my ass all over, and then also spearing his tongue deep in my hole. Then he asked me, “would you like to see what else I can do?” With that he rose, and undressed. After affirming that I would let him inside of me, he thrust his dick in, fucking me, telling me that I was such a good boy. In a way, that gave me comfort that I have never known, acceptance. The pace of his strokes were nice, alternating between nice, slow strokes and then faster. Switching it up, he got me on my side, knees together, pulled toward my chest and pushed back in. Master Ballard’s cock curves upward and fucking me in this position felt awesome, confirming that I like dicks with a curve. Every angle of entry gives me a different feeling. Hmmm, thinking…I wonder if one of the masters who has a curve in his dick would fuck me in all directions, if I sweetly ask? No, beg and plead? Damn, shit, fuck, fire… I love that curve! He kept going, moaning louder and louder, telling me he liked my ass, pounding me until he left me with his cum inside. I wonder who will be coming for me to service next.
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