Mathew
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,124
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.
4 Mathew thinking
4 Mathew thinking
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Mathew lay thinking. As he was stretched across his ball. This was the third day his Master had given him this play after breakfast. And he was feeling... He was feeling? Relaxed? Enjoyment? Proud to please his Master so well? He didn't know.
It confused him to think of all the pain and shame he'd suffered and feel content and pleased. That even as his nuts ached, bound tighter than golf balls and his cock felt it would burst with the pressure of that damn rod he hated so much. That he could lay here relaxed. Feeling his back arched, with his fingers just touching his knees, thinking of how graceful he must look.
And... instead of just laying on the ball. If he arched more! Rising up off the ball! If he clenched... He moaned. God! Oh god! He wanted to cum so hard. His ass clenched to the dildo filling him. His breathing hard and short, nostrils flared. His tongue worked over the dildo filling his mouth. Oh God! His thoughts!
He felt his Master's hand touch his straining chest. And tears sprung to his eyes. Joyful tears. Those soft hands stroked him. He shivered in excitement as they travelled to his hard sore pinched nipples. Muted he cried out as his Master tugged on the clamps. More! he wanted to beg. I'm a dog. Tears were running down his cheeks.
"Mathew you are doing so well." his Master's soft voice praised him. "I think it is time to remove the ball."
His Master left his side. He could hear him walking about. There were some metal scrapping noises he couldn't identify. Then his Master's hand held his penis and a clip was attached to the top most ring that bound it. He felt the tug. The rod inserted in him shifted; being moved so teasingly by his Master. "Thats it. Arch up Mathew."
There was a hissing noise as air was released from the ball he no longer needed. His breathing steadied. He was a tight wound ball in of himself. He wished he could see what he looked like. But tears blinded him and his face was turned towards the reversed world of the garden.
His Master removed the dildo he had in his ass. He moaned till he felt more cool lube and another dildo beginning pressed to enter. It was the ridged one! Oh God! He whimpered as each of the ridges were pushed into him. And than it hit his prostate! Mathew cried out, his voice gagged by one dildo, as his Master fucked him with the ridged dildo!
He wanted to cum!
His fingers dug into the muscles of his calves. And he was helpless in this torture. Bound between the heaven of his ass, and the hell of his stuffed cock. Without voice or movement. Just his Master's soft voice praising him. I'm a dog! A beaten dog! Please! Mathew cried.
And just when Mathew thought he would die. That even a dog couldn't take more. His Master removed the rod in his penis! He shook. His ass clenched on the ridged dildo his Master shove hard up into him... and cum spurted out over his chest, hitting his lips.
"Oh yes, you are doing so well." The dildo was left in his ass but the chain attached to his cock was removed and his Master removed the dildo filling his mouth. And than. And than his Master filled his mouth with his own tongue. Mathew lay pressed to the ground under his Master.
Mathew lay thinking. Still bound; his Master left him to relax. The kiss so brief, but it was his first. And he was feeling... He was feeling? Proud to have pleased his Master so well. Now he knew.
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Mathew lay thinking. As he was stretched across his ball. This was the third day his Master had given him this play after breakfast. And he was feeling... He was feeling? Relaxed? Enjoyment? Proud to please his Master so well? He didn't know.
It confused him to think of all the pain and shame he'd suffered and feel content and pleased. That even as his nuts ached, bound tighter than golf balls and his cock felt it would burst with the pressure of that damn rod he hated so much. That he could lay here relaxed. Feeling his back arched, with his fingers just touching his knees, thinking of how graceful he must look.
And... instead of just laying on the ball. If he arched more! Rising up off the ball! If he clenched... He moaned. God! Oh god! He wanted to cum so hard. His ass clenched to the dildo filling him. His breathing hard and short, nostrils flared. His tongue worked over the dildo filling his mouth. Oh God! His thoughts!
He felt his Master's hand touch his straining chest. And tears sprung to his eyes. Joyful tears. Those soft hands stroked him. He shivered in excitement as they travelled to his hard sore pinched nipples. Muted he cried out as his Master tugged on the clamps. More! he wanted to beg. I'm a dog. Tears were running down his cheeks.
"Mathew you are doing so well." his Master's soft voice praised him. "I think it is time to remove the ball."
His Master left his side. He could hear him walking about. There were some metal scrapping noises he couldn't identify. Then his Master's hand held his penis and a clip was attached to the top most ring that bound it. He felt the tug. The rod inserted in him shifted; being moved so teasingly by his Master. "Thats it. Arch up Mathew."
There was a hissing noise as air was released from the ball he no longer needed. His breathing steadied. He was a tight wound ball in of himself. He wished he could see what he looked like. But tears blinded him and his face was turned towards the reversed world of the garden.
His Master removed the dildo he had in his ass. He moaned till he felt more cool lube and another dildo beginning pressed to enter. It was the ridged one! Oh God! He whimpered as each of the ridges were pushed into him. And than it hit his prostate! Mathew cried out, his voice gagged by one dildo, as his Master fucked him with the ridged dildo!
He wanted to cum!
His fingers dug into the muscles of his calves. And he was helpless in this torture. Bound between the heaven of his ass, and the hell of his stuffed cock. Without voice or movement. Just his Master's soft voice praising him. I'm a dog! A beaten dog! Please! Mathew cried.
And just when Mathew thought he would die. That even a dog couldn't take more. His Master removed the rod in his penis! He shook. His ass clenched on the ridged dildo his Master shove hard up into him... and cum spurted out over his chest, hitting his lips.
"Oh yes, you are doing so well." The dildo was left in his ass but the chain attached to his cock was removed and his Master removed the dildo filling his mouth. And than. And than his Master filled his mouth with his own tongue. Mathew lay pressed to the ground under his Master.
Mathew lay thinking. Still bound; his Master left him to relax. The kiss so brief, but it was his first. And he was feeling... He was feeling? Proud to have pleased his Master so well. Now he knew.
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