Mathew
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,125
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.
5 Mathew exercises
5 Mathew exercises
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Mathew was running. He was in training. More training. Exercise. His master wanted him to build strength and endurance. So he got to run, on a tread mill in his Master's office. While his Master worked. He got to watch him as he ran. He always got a reward...
And running was hard work. His cock was hard. Stoked to firmness by his Master's hand and that damn rod inserted. Bound with rings and straps. Chained to the forward support. It kept him running forward.
But that wasn't all. His ass was filled. By none other than his favourite dildo - the ridged one. And OH GOD! It made running so much... wondrous torture! Each and every stride made it rub him. Inside. And if it wasn't for that damn rod he would be cumming endlessly.
Those two were his heaven and hell. The rest were just extras. Nipples clamps with chains that attached to the 15 lb weights he held. Had to hold at nearly arms length in front of him, because their chains looped over the forward support. These kept him from dropping his arms no matter how much it hurt. And it hurt! But his Master was pleased with his arms. Said they were developing nicely. He had started with only 5 lb weights.
The last toy he had was his mouth dildo. But it was a pleasure. He could imagine what he wished while stroking it with his tongue.
So Mathew ran till his ass ached and his arms burned and he sweat so much he thought he would slip and ripped his dick off! But he got to watch his Master and think of his reward coming.
But he still had to run. The chains were pulling. His cock was throbbing. His nipples were raw as his arms tired. He began to moan. He need to cum. His ass and cock were his heaven and hell! Oh God! To be fucked by his Master!
And finally his Master seemed to notice his distress. He glanced at his watch and flicked the power on the tread mill. He came from behind his desk. "Tired Mathew?" smiling his hand stroked Mathew's sweating face. And Mathew swayed, his arms shaking, still unable to lower them. His eyes begging for release.
His Master unclamped his nipples and removed the weights he held. Mathew's arms dropped to his sides and tears ran down his cheeks.
"You are doing so well Mathew. Your progress pleases me." his Master teased as he stroked Mathew's cock. He unclicked the chain holding Mathew's cock... but still.
Mathew panted and cried. His hips thrust his bound cock into his Master's hand. His tongue poked out under the dildo filling his mouth. And Mathew wanted to collapse into his Master's arms! Please! Take out the damn rod and let me cum!
His Master stoked his hard throbbing cock. And suddenly Mathew's knees gave out. He fell forward cumming. Shaking, he clung to his Master's legs. As wave after wave of orgasm shook him and he came in jets.
His Master held the rod between his fingers.
His master wanted him to build strength and endurance. But he always got a reward...
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Mathew was running. He was in training. More training. Exercise. His master wanted him to build strength and endurance. So he got to run, on a tread mill in his Master's office. While his Master worked. He got to watch him as he ran. He always got a reward...
And running was hard work. His cock was hard. Stoked to firmness by his Master's hand and that damn rod inserted. Bound with rings and straps. Chained to the forward support. It kept him running forward.
But that wasn't all. His ass was filled. By none other than his favourite dildo - the ridged one. And OH GOD! It made running so much... wondrous torture! Each and every stride made it rub him. Inside. And if it wasn't for that damn rod he would be cumming endlessly.
Those two were his heaven and hell. The rest were just extras. Nipples clamps with chains that attached to the 15 lb weights he held. Had to hold at nearly arms length in front of him, because their chains looped over the forward support. These kept him from dropping his arms no matter how much it hurt. And it hurt! But his Master was pleased with his arms. Said they were developing nicely. He had started with only 5 lb weights.
The last toy he had was his mouth dildo. But it was a pleasure. He could imagine what he wished while stroking it with his tongue.
So Mathew ran till his ass ached and his arms burned and he sweat so much he thought he would slip and ripped his dick off! But he got to watch his Master and think of his reward coming.
But he still had to run. The chains were pulling. His cock was throbbing. His nipples were raw as his arms tired. He began to moan. He need to cum. His ass and cock were his heaven and hell! Oh God! To be fucked by his Master!
And finally his Master seemed to notice his distress. He glanced at his watch and flicked the power on the tread mill. He came from behind his desk. "Tired Mathew?" smiling his hand stroked Mathew's sweating face. And Mathew swayed, his arms shaking, still unable to lower them. His eyes begging for release.
His Master unclamped his nipples and removed the weights he held. Mathew's arms dropped to his sides and tears ran down his cheeks.
"You are doing so well Mathew. Your progress pleases me." his Master teased as he stroked Mathew's cock. He unclicked the chain holding Mathew's cock... but still.
Mathew panted and cried. His hips thrust his bound cock into his Master's hand. His tongue poked out under the dildo filling his mouth. And Mathew wanted to collapse into his Master's arms! Please! Take out the damn rod and let me cum!
His Master stoked his hard throbbing cock. And suddenly Mathew's knees gave out. He fell forward cumming. Shaking, he clung to his Master's legs. As wave after wave of orgasm shook him and he came in jets.
His Master held the rod between his fingers.
His master wanted him to build strength and endurance. But he always got a reward...
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