The leash extended well beyond Dario’s reach, but he held it so firmly that I could feel his pull from a distance. He’d taken to making me sit on the floor most of the time, naked, obviously. My first two months of servitude had gone by in a blink, and the apartment had become as much of a home to me as any other place I had ever known.
The town where I grew up and the trailer park where I took my first steps were faraway memories that seemed to belong to someone else.
I wouldn’t say Dario had completely changed me, but he sure had enough power over me to snuff out every ounce of defiance I could have displayed.
The tiles under my ass were warm, and my balls hung loosely between my legs. Meanwhile, Dario’s own nuts were dangling under his rigid cock, whose beautiful shape and girth I had come to know so well. Its taste was the only thing I craved in the morning, so much so that Dario sometimes had to discipline me for being too eager.
After a few painful reminders, I’d settle on his chest and ask if I was still his good boy.
“Always,” he’d tell me, stroking my hair with care as he tugged on my leash.
Then, he’d go to work, and I’d be allowed to go about my day freely.
I was to be collared at home, and only he would choose when the leash was necessary.
I hung out in town and did my best to keep up with my workout routine, so I’d be perfect for my owner. Days rolled on and on, and soon I found myself with a question at the tip of my tongue.
Will he keep me?
On a chillier day, when Dario came home from work, I untied his shoes and undressed him while massaging his shoulders. I kissed his neck, completely ignoring the collar that I had fitted too tightly around my neck.
He noticed. “Don’t go on choking yourself,” Dario said, readjusting the buckle. “That’s my job.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my hot breath blowing on his tan skin.
“You’ve been a good puppy today?”
“I thought you weren’t into puppy play,” I joked.
“Only with you,” Dario replied, pinching my nips. “I mean, you do love sitting on the floor. Maybe the bed should be off-limits.”
“No!” I begged, sinking to my knees. “Master, I love sleeping with you!”
“See how good you are, I…”
He paused, and I looked up. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, and the bulge of his half-open pants made me salivate. Instead of putting my lips to it, I let my head fall and bit my lower lip.
“Boy?”
My throat went dry. “Sir, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Go on.”
“When I told you I was your property, I meant it,” I stared up. “Did you mean it too when you asked me to be yours forever?”
He laughed and took my hands in his to let me up. I shivered, half-hard, and half-scared. His response would define my future. His next words would tell me if he’d spoken the truth or merely fucked with me in a time of bliss.
My knees trembled, my heart raced, and sweat began to drip from my clean-shaven pits. My muscles contracted, and my hole clenched shut. I was bigger than him, stronger. But in that moment, I was but a submissive at the mercy of the man who might break me.
I straightened my back and gazed into his gorgeous eyes.
“So?” I asked.
“I…” he licked his lips and grabbed me by the hips. “I thought I’d be clear enough. You are mine, now and forever. You’re my whore, my cocksucker.”
He forced me back down and freed his cock with one swift move, slapping it across my face. His thick foreskin rolled over his glans, and the smell of the day hit my nose. A musk that always sent jolts of pure arousal through my jock body.
I stuck out my tongue, and Dario slowly exposed his cockhead. Precum was already oozing out of his slit, and when I felt his frenulum tickle my taste buds, my own cock throbbed painfully. I huffed, basking in his scent as he looked down at me with domineering eyes. All that mattered was him and how I could please him. My chest heaved, and I took his entire length in my mouth.
“Good boy,” he breathed, grabbing a tuft of hair to push me down his pole. “Picking you up from the street was the best decision I ever made. Look at you now, a compliant slave ready to do anything to be used.”
I nodded and kept on sucking.
I was taught to keep my hands behind my back most of the time, unless my master told me to fondle his nuts. This time, he didn’t, and let me use my mouth as he leaned back into the front door. I had long stopped caring for the neighbors. Good for them if they heard me getting plowed. I was proud to be a slave, proud to have been claimed.
I had purpose, and Dario offered me stability and a life I could only have ever dreamed of back in America.
The skin of my cut dick strained, my circumcision too tight for my own good. But a good way to keep me on edge for long periods of time, Dario had told me.
Perfect for a jock like me.
I felt his body tense up, and suddenly he put two hands over my broad shoulders and shoved me backward. I sat on my heels, leaking streams of precum onto the floor.
“Get on all fours on the couch,” he commanded, firm but not harsh.
I obeyed; the switch of resistance had been unplugged in my brain, and my body responded to orders automatically.
Most times.
I spread my ass cheeks by spreading my legs as wide as I could, and found my balance on my elbows. The summer heat still lingered in the air, but the coming of autumn made fucking less sweaty. Nevertheless, breeding sessions weren’t any less intense.
Behind me, I heard the familiar clinking sound of a chain and the click of my leash being hooked to my collar. I shuddered, smiling to myself as Dario began to finger me open. He applied more spit as he added more fingers. Soon, most of his hand was buried inside me with only his thumb sticking out.
He wiggled them and brushed against my prostate.
I hissed and winced, but he kept going until I felt my hole prolapsing around him.
Then, he took them out and replaced them with his manhood, driving into me without as much as a warning. I groaned, more for dramatic effect than real pain. The collar choked me as the leash yanked my head back.
“Fuck,” I cried, drooling and glassy-eyed.
“Perfect fucking slut,” Dario praised, his Italian accent stronger when he was deeply aroused.
A sharp burn tore a squeal out of my throat, and a second made me grunt as I bounced more readily on Dario’s cock. He struck me multiple times, using the palm of his hand to leave deep red marks on my ass. Each of them sent me deeper into the sub-space. I forgot who I was and focused on who I had become.
A subservient slut.
“Thank you, master!” I panted, keeping my asshole wide open so Dario’s cock would slide in and out of it with ease.
Then, after plowing me for a full minute at full speed, Dario rammed into me and pinned me to the couch. His body was pressed against my back, and his cockhead lingered on my prostate. It felt as if it was going to explode.
“I like you a lot,” he uttered in my ear, stroking my arm. “I want to take you on a date.”
I chuckled. “Is that really what you’re thinking about right now, sir?”
He took out his cock almost entirely and slammed back into me. “Yes.”
“Where would you take me?” I asked.
He moved more slowly now, his breathing telling me he was on the brink of cumming. His sweat dripped onto me, and my own perspiration soaked into the couch. The feeling of fullness extended to my heart, and it swelled even more when Dario said:
“Somewhere in Venice? I know a great restaurant there, and then we could spend a few nights in a nice hotel there. No responsibilities. Just the two of us.”
“I didn’t know you to be so romantic.”
He laughed. “Believe it or not, I’m the most romantic guy ever. I’ll show you.”
I glanced at him. “Show me, please.”
He started moving again, praising me for my good attitude and how well I was taking him. Then, he flooded me to the brim. His seed moved inside me, coating every inch of my being. My own cock was denied, hard and leaking.
It happened often these days, as I found I preferred to cum hands-free instead of being stroked.
This time, I wouldn’t cum.
Maybe tomorrow.
Please, I’ll be a good boy.
Tomorrow.
Dario pulled back, and his semen dripped out.
“I love impregnating you,” Dario said.
I hummed, too weak to speak.
“I will show you how much love I have to give,” Dario continued. “I made you my slave. Now, I will make you my partner.”
I flipped over to face him, almost knocking him out. “Crap, sorry.” I cupped his cheek. “You mean it?”
“I always mean what I say.”
I swallowed and kissed his jaw and then his lips. “Then show me, and I’ll show you how well I love you, too.”
THE END
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