Mathew
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,120
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
1 Mathew in training
1 Mathew in training
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Mathew knelt with his head hanging. He had to. He was in training. But not for any sport, at least none he had known existed. Not till that fated night. Now his existence was for his Master's pleasure. Hell, Mathew hadn't even known a man could still be a slave.
An involuntary shiver ran up his spine when he thought of it. The gold chain that passed between his collar and the dildo in his ass rubbed against his sore balls. Without thinking Mathew moaned around the ball gag in his mouth.
He felt his Master's hand touch his head, those fingers shifting his hair so softly, like petting a dog. A dog that sits at his master's chair as he reads his book. 'I am a dog.' he thought as tears ran down his cheeks.
The hand that had so gently tousled his hair moved down his bare back. The leather chair groaned as his Master shifted. And then that voice. "Forward."
Mathew leaned forward onto his elbows, raising his hips higher into the air, as he was being taught to do. He waited with his face pressed to the carpet for whatever his Master wanted. Waiting for whatever new toy his master wanted him to experience.
He nearly jumped when he felt those fingers touch his stretched hole. They circled around the dildo: a gentle massage to the sore skin. He wanted to sob. The Master was pressing the dildo in farther so it was hitting his prostate.
It also pulled the chain tighter. He was choking. He bend his neck down more, forced to stare at his own cock, hard and bound with that damn stick stuffed in it.
His Master was moving the dildo in and out! Each movement pulling on the chain. Quite beyond his control he humped his hips, moving back onto the damn dildo, seeking what pleasure he could get even as he cried into the carpet.
"You like that." Damn his voice.
Suddenly the chain wasn't rubbing on his sore balls anymore. His master had released the clip and was removing the dildo. The relief, however, was short lived. Even as spasms ran through his anus at the release of pressure, he felt something new being pressed to enter.
'OH God!' It was larger, and had ridges instead of a smooth surface. He could feel each ridge as it was pushed past his sphincter. And then it hit his prostate. Mathew moaned again and his fists clenched at the carpet.
"Ill let you get use to this." his Master spoke so softly. The chain was clicked back into place at the end of this new dildo. "Down." his Master commanded and went back to reading his book.
Mathew set his sore ass back on the carpet, pushing in this new dildo so it hit his prostate. He sat with his head hung in training for his Master's pleasure.
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Mathew knelt with his head hanging. He had to. He was in training. But not for any sport, at least none he had known existed. Not till that fated night. Now his existence was for his Master's pleasure. Hell, Mathew hadn't even known a man could still be a slave.
An involuntary shiver ran up his spine when he thought of it. The gold chain that passed between his collar and the dildo in his ass rubbed against his sore balls. Without thinking Mathew moaned around the ball gag in his mouth.
He felt his Master's hand touch his head, those fingers shifting his hair so softly, like petting a dog. A dog that sits at his master's chair as he reads his book. 'I am a dog.' he thought as tears ran down his cheeks.
The hand that had so gently tousled his hair moved down his bare back. The leather chair groaned as his Master shifted. And then that voice. "Forward."
Mathew leaned forward onto his elbows, raising his hips higher into the air, as he was being taught to do. He waited with his face pressed to the carpet for whatever his Master wanted. Waiting for whatever new toy his master wanted him to experience.
He nearly jumped when he felt those fingers touch his stretched hole. They circled around the dildo: a gentle massage to the sore skin. He wanted to sob. The Master was pressing the dildo in farther so it was hitting his prostate.
It also pulled the chain tighter. He was choking. He bend his neck down more, forced to stare at his own cock, hard and bound with that damn stick stuffed in it.
His Master was moving the dildo in and out! Each movement pulling on the chain. Quite beyond his control he humped his hips, moving back onto the damn dildo, seeking what pleasure he could get even as he cried into the carpet.
"You like that." Damn his voice.
Suddenly the chain wasn't rubbing on his sore balls anymore. His master had released the clip and was removing the dildo. The relief, however, was short lived. Even as spasms ran through his anus at the release of pressure, he felt something new being pressed to enter.
'OH God!' It was larger, and had ridges instead of a smooth surface. He could feel each ridge as it was pushed past his sphincter. And then it hit his prostate. Mathew moaned again and his fists clenched at the carpet.
"Ill let you get use to this." his Master spoke so softly. The chain was clicked back into place at the end of this new dildo. "Down." his Master commanded and went back to reading his book.
Mathew set his sore ass back on the carpet, pushing in this new dildo so it hit his prostate. He sat with his head hung in training for his Master's pleasure.
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