“Perhaps.”
“What will it feel like for me?”
“Like being full.” I dig deep to locate his prostate, then rub it with a significant amount of pressure, enough to make him squirm and question if it feels good or not.
“Tell me more,” he whispers. I manipulate my two fingers inside of him, expertly twisting and turning, stroking his gland with alternating pressure to see how his body reacts.
“It feels like being owned. Being dominated and subjugated. You are utterly helpless when someone has their fist inside you. They are touching your most inner, sacred core and manipulating your pleasure from within, like a puppet. Your body is not your own, not really. It belongs to your Dominant.”
“Sounds intense.”
“It can be very intense. A sub must have a lot of trust in their Dom to allow them to shove their whole hand inside them.”
“Do you want to fist me?” he asks. He’s seen my list already, so he knows the answer.
“Absolutely.”
“This boy really wants that too,” he whines.
“This boy is still an anal virgin as far as I’m concerned. And we’ll revisit this topic when you’re not high on endorphins.”
I continue my ministrations, learning from his bodily cues and adapting, coaxing the most melodious whimpers and moans from his vocal cords, a symphony of want and desire.
“Sir.” His knees shift and tremble from his approaching climax.
“Open your legs wider. Watch what I’m doing to you.”
He stares at my two fingers deftly fucking in and out of him. His cock stands straight as a pillar with his balls high and tight as if bolstering the column of flesh. His hole drips large globules of white stuff as it swallows my fingers. “This will be my cum,” I tell him. “When I decide to breed you. We won’t use condoms. How do you feel about my cum inside you, pouring out like this?”
“I want it.”
“You want it sticky and wet between your ass cheeks when you sit down for a meal?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want to smell like sex and my ejaculate all day long?”
“I want you in my throat, in my ass, on my skin, wherever you want to mark me, I just want to be yours.”
My tired, old heart beats a little stronger at his heartfelt admission.
“Look at this.” I pull my two fingers all the way out so he can watch his hole clench at nothing. I love the look of it, piggish and insatiable.
“Put them back inside,” he whimpers.
“Beg me to do it.”
“Please, Sir.Pleaseput them back inside. Let your boy come.”
I plug him again, a little roughly, plunging all the way in to work his prostate over without relent.
“Oh,” he says weakly. I haven’t even touched his cock yet, and my mind races with all the objects I’m going to stuff inside him, my dick the least interesting among them. He clearly likes ass play.Che culo!Oh, the fun we will have.
“I could do this to you all night,” I tell him. “Pleasure you until you’re at the brink and then withdraw until you’ve calmed down, cycling through over and over again until you hate me.”
“Please don’t do that to me.”
“Not this time. But I will, eventually.”
