He was off me and back on in a second, using the belt to my robe to tie my wrists together and fasten them down to the frame of the bed. I lay there, helpless, and looked at him. "What on earth are you going to do?" I asked. He grinned. "Everything," he said, his voice husky.
"Tell me you're my bitch," he growled at me. "Tell me." He continued to spank, and I informed every hearing person for blocks that I was Alan's bitch. He was so aroused he was shaking.
My ass was a bit sore, but he forbade any complaining, and threatened to put a ball gag in my mouth if I mentioned it again. He told me that when my ass was tender, it was just a reminder that I was his slave.
I was told to suck his penis as well, and so I did for a while. The Master had his hand on my head the entire time, to establish a physical relationship with me, in order to communicate his desires to me. He had told me that he liked submissive men, and I was trying to read what he wanted in his touch.
my cock started to twitch and tingle. Since it was still out in plain sight, Barton grinned down at it. Then he took a deep breath and took out his "toys." Nipple clamps and a set of handcuffs.
I balanced myself against him, letting him take all of it, and pleased at what had gone down so far. This was where I wanted to be at the moment. I kept him sucking me for a while.
He had me stop in the middle of the floor, lower my head and thrust up my ass. He knelt beside me, ran a hand over my ass, then spanked me. I flinched at first, as the repeated smacks of his hand were painful, but relaxed as the sensation changed.
I managed to get him flipped to his back, avoiding his hands and teeth, and got one wrist handcuffed to the headboard. Cuffing the other wrist was easier. He snarled at me, and began to spit obscenities, fighting against the cuffs as hard as he could. My balls felt like they'd explode.
Derrick a tall, black neighbor of mine came over one evening, after much pleading on my part. He is an intimidating figure, trim but very muscular which helps him in his job as a prison guard.
Jason went to a drawer and took out a couple pairs of handcuffs, he went over to Mark and cuffed his hands behind the bed frame. Jason handed Joe the other set of cuffs and told him to cuff him to the other side of the bed.
Adam encouraged, continuing to run a finger around his butt-hole. Give that cock of yours a good workout. Fuck, I bet you've not been that hard since you were nineteen, have you?
The two powerful black men had immense peckers that Billy could barely get his mouth around, but it would do him little good to scream out because the prison was really run by the gangs and no guard would take a chance getting in the middle of a little friendly fucking.
As a new resident here in Cell Block Q you will be shaved clean, and will be expected to remain smooth at all times until you are notified personally by myself otherwise.
He stood up quickly, put one hand on the middle of my back and slapped at my right arse cheek with his other. Smack. Smack. Smack. And then he changed hands and attacked the other side. Smack. Smack. Smack.
I could feel Mike's fingers scraping against my raw arse cheeks and realised that the dildo was all the way in. My breathing calmed as he rested there, letting me recover, and slowly the pain subsided. I adjusted, I relaxed and then all I felt was pure ecstasy.
the policeman shouted to a younger man in police uniform who obediently stripped the dining table bare. Then he put his face right against mine so that I could smell his breath and he said to me, 'get over there and bend over the table. You are in deep shit boy.
He was still looking into my own eyes when he put his tongue out and started to lick the top of my dick and pulled my foreskin down gently. I let out a moan of pure pleasure with the feeling of his tongue as it caressed and slid round my knob.
Thinking of daddy and what might happen made my cock stiffen. I lathered more soap into my hands slipped a finger right up into my arsehole. I let out a sigh as my knuckle scrapped against my cheeks.
His mouth opened up making mine do the same as his tongue slithered over my own. I could feel myself sweating as I inhaled his masculinity. I drank on his saliva as his kissing got passionate and his tongue searched the inside of my mouth.
It was an uncomfortable drive as my backside still felt red raw from the spanking that Ian had given me the night before; I had to keep changing my seating position in the car to get comfortable.
Mr. Foxx keeps me completely naked at all times in the apartment, sometimes the person on the other side of the door gets a big surprise when they see me standing there in the altogether, but more often than not they can't keep their eyes off my usually hard pecker!
These bamboo canes were once the masters of men and I can feel my backside tingle at their memory. I pick up a wooden ruler and with a growing bulge in my tight black trousers I stand up and walk over to them.
I sit here waiting naked in his dungeon, bound by the chains that cut into the flesh on my wrists and ankles. I am waiting for darkness to fall as I know he will come and see me then. I am awaiting my punishment for daring to have slept with one of the gypsy slaves yesterday.
I unzipped my flies and pulled my full erection out for a bit of freedom. He certainly did enjoy a good spanking as this picture revealed. His arse was bright red and he was being fucked doggie style. I saved all three photos in my "bad boy" file and sent him a reply.
Peter couldn't believe he was actually sucking on another man's cock. He was scared and nervous at first but soon got the hang of it as it slipped in and out of his mouth. In fact, he realised he was enjoying it as the captain's pre-cum leaked out onto his tongue.