Mathew
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,122
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
3 Mathew stretches
3 Mathew stretches
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Mathew followed his Master. He was anxious. His Master had a new toy for him. And new meant a painful experience. He was lead from the kitchen thru many familiar rooms to a door he had never seen open. But today his Master was opening it.
As the door swung in Mathew tried to see what it was that he was being introduced to. But the room looked harmless enough at first inspection. Long and fairly narrow with windows to a garden along one long side and mirrors on the other. The end they were at had a couch and a small desk and a cabinet.
There was a click of a lock behind Mathew and his turned his head to see his Master closing the door, than he unclicked his leash at his collar. His master had only ever before unleashed him when he was put to bed.
His master walked to the opposite end of the room and opened a door in that wall. More cupboards. He took out a large blue ball and rolled it towards Mathew before shutting the door and returning to sit upon the couch.
Mathew looked at the ball than at his Master relaxing on the couch. "Go on. Play." his Master's soft voice held a hint of humour.
The ball was quite large; higher than his knees. He tried to bounce it. But it was too stiff and bounced less than a foot. Looking back at his Master for instruction was useless. His Master was on his cell phone and ignoring him; again. What am I a dog? Suppose to play with a ball? Mathew thought angrily.
He sat on the ball. It rolled sideways. He managed to balance. He crossed his arms and stared at himself in the mirror. That surprised him. He sat up straighter and looked at himself. He looked strange. He was use to looking down at himself and seeing his new self. But this was the first time to see his whole image. The complete lack of body hair was one thing. But... He looked fit. Or at least he had lost some weight. Maybe that completely balanced fully nutritional cereal was good for something.
He played at posing in the mirror while sitting balancing on the ball. He stoked himself. Guilty he quickly glanced to his Master. But his Master was still busy on the phone. He stroked his penis. At night he was free to stroke himself. But he was often too tired or sore than. Now he was neither.
He bounced on the ball humping his hips into his hand. Watching himself in the mirror. He lifted his hairless balls in one hand. He leaned back. Now he could see his ass in the mirror. He watched his ass and his hands on his own cock and balls. All the time rolling the ball with his back as he humped his hand.
A light chuckle froze Mathew. His Master was standing very close. He hadn't noticed him approaching. He set down a box he'd been carrying. "Forward." Mathew was suppose to bend forward in what ever position he was in at that command. He turned over on the ball. his head and knees were down and the hard cock pressed into its firm surface.
"Enjoyed your new toy?" Mathew nodded. Lube was added to his anus and his Master insert a dildo, more of a butt plug. "Turn over." This wasn't a normal command, but Mathew returned to the position he had been in. The ball was putting pressure on his plug.
His Master soft hands helped his to take the position he wanted. Stretched over the ball. With both his knees and elbows bend on the ground. His Master placed cuffs on his ankles and his wrists. He stroke his arched chest. One soft hand moved toward his penis which stood straight up.
Tears sprang to his eyes and he squeezed them tightly closed as a lubed rod was inserted down into his cock and the straps were tightened about it and around his balls. His mouth was opened and into it was inserted another dildo. This was strapped to his head. Mathew kept his eyes shut. The final toys he had placed on him were weighted nipple clamps.
"Relax. Just just some light stretching Mathew." there was a pleased note to his Master soft voice. He made a last adjustment to one knee spreading a bit farther, than he returned and sat on his couch. Leaving Mathew stretched over his new toy.
Mathew arched, stretched, his ass, cock, and mouth filled. His breathing caused the nipple weights to roll. He opened his eyes and was disoriented, till he realized he was seeing the garden upside down thru the window. Bushes and trees in his sky. A sun at the bottom of a blue sea. A new day began. New meant a painful experience. And his Master to open him to it.
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***
Mathew followed his Master. He was anxious. His Master had a new toy for him. And new meant a painful experience. He was lead from the kitchen thru many familiar rooms to a door he had never seen open. But today his Master was opening it.
As the door swung in Mathew tried to see what it was that he was being introduced to. But the room looked harmless enough at first inspection. Long and fairly narrow with windows to a garden along one long side and mirrors on the other. The end they were at had a couch and a small desk and a cabinet.
There was a click of a lock behind Mathew and his turned his head to see his Master closing the door, than he unclicked his leash at his collar. His master had only ever before unleashed him when he was put to bed.
His master walked to the opposite end of the room and opened a door in that wall. More cupboards. He took out a large blue ball and rolled it towards Mathew before shutting the door and returning to sit upon the couch.
Mathew looked at the ball than at his Master relaxing on the couch. "Go on. Play." his Master's soft voice held a hint of humour.
The ball was quite large; higher than his knees. He tried to bounce it. But it was too stiff and bounced less than a foot. Looking back at his Master for instruction was useless. His Master was on his cell phone and ignoring him; again. What am I a dog? Suppose to play with a ball? Mathew thought angrily.
He sat on the ball. It rolled sideways. He managed to balance. He crossed his arms and stared at himself in the mirror. That surprised him. He sat up straighter and looked at himself. He looked strange. He was use to looking down at himself and seeing his new self. But this was the first time to see his whole image. The complete lack of body hair was one thing. But... He looked fit. Or at least he had lost some weight. Maybe that completely balanced fully nutritional cereal was good for something.
He played at posing in the mirror while sitting balancing on the ball. He stoked himself. Guilty he quickly glanced to his Master. But his Master was still busy on the phone. He stroked his penis. At night he was free to stroke himself. But he was often too tired or sore than. Now he was neither.
He bounced on the ball humping his hips into his hand. Watching himself in the mirror. He lifted his hairless balls in one hand. He leaned back. Now he could see his ass in the mirror. He watched his ass and his hands on his own cock and balls. All the time rolling the ball with his back as he humped his hand.
A light chuckle froze Mathew. His Master was standing very close. He hadn't noticed him approaching. He set down a box he'd been carrying. "Forward." Mathew was suppose to bend forward in what ever position he was in at that command. He turned over on the ball. his head and knees were down and the hard cock pressed into its firm surface.
"Enjoyed your new toy?" Mathew nodded. Lube was added to his anus and his Master insert a dildo, more of a butt plug. "Turn over." This wasn't a normal command, but Mathew returned to the position he had been in. The ball was putting pressure on his plug.
His Master soft hands helped his to take the position he wanted. Stretched over the ball. With both his knees and elbows bend on the ground. His Master placed cuffs on his ankles and his wrists. He stroke his arched chest. One soft hand moved toward his penis which stood straight up.
Tears sprang to his eyes and he squeezed them tightly closed as a lubed rod was inserted down into his cock and the straps were tightened about it and around his balls. His mouth was opened and into it was inserted another dildo. This was strapped to his head. Mathew kept his eyes shut. The final toys he had placed on him were weighted nipple clamps.
"Relax. Just just some light stretching Mathew." there was a pleased note to his Master soft voice. He made a last adjustment to one knee spreading a bit farther, than he returned and sat on his couch. Leaving Mathew stretched over his new toy.
Mathew arched, stretched, his ass, cock, and mouth filled. His breathing caused the nipple weights to roll. He opened his eyes and was disoriented, till he realized he was seeing the garden upside down thru the window. Bushes and trees in his sky. A sun at the bottom of a blue sea. A new day began. New meant a painful experience. And his Master to open him to it.
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