1. Living for Master


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: nunmoreblack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and relentlessly, I cold feel it being widened and deepened. ‘Open your eyes slutboy’ came the order. I did as I was commanded and as I began to focus I would see a tv monitor. My ass wasn’t being fisted, but being worked by a machine; slow rhythmic strokes were being administered. Watching intently as if it was happening to someone else I noticed the machine and my bench were slowly being pulled closer. With almost every stroke my ass was being invaded deeper and wider. The thing inside me was getting ever thicker the more of it entered my hole. I could see my cock standing upright and shiny with precum dripping down it. The gas began to get the better of me again and I slid back into my own world. I wasn’t knocked out, but I certainly wasn’t alert or fully conscious. The r****g of my hole eventually stopped and I was aware of things being done. The intense fullness I felt didn’t subside but remained static and of intense pleasure. Something then changed, I could feel deep inside me the thing was being manipulated and I was experiencing deep intense stimulation. Deeply I inhaled gas and opened my eyes again. Straining to see I could see my cock oozing. A steady flow of juice was being milked from inside and forming a pool on my belly as its steady flow seemed endless. I then felt a change to my ass lips, it was being pulled and pushed and then finally only pulled around the thing deep inside my ass. On the monitor I could just make out the invading implement sticking out ...
    and around it was some kind of glass dome. I began to get dizzy from the milking as its intensity began to increase. I must have been milked dry but the milking only increased, the gas wasn’t having much effect and I began to moan and gurgle that it had to stop I couldn’t take anymore, they were trying to bring me to climax but I knew that my balls were running on less than empty. In my anxiety I became more aware of what was happening around me. People were talking, about me, not in a commenting way, but in a serious and matter-of-fact way. Things were about to happen. My ass was now on fire and I heard someone say, “Initial prolapse had been achieved, intensity can be increased”. With that my whole gut began to move. I screamed as the thing inside me was not only still relentlessly milking my prostate but was now rhythmically manipulating my bowels. I could feel the movement so clearly through my numb gas haze. I hated everyone there and yet I loved them all, I had no conception of what was really happening but I wanted it to stop and yet if it had I would have screamed at them to continue and do more. Numbers were again being spoken of, my ass was at stage 3 I heard and black 37 was also mentioned. I was dreaming, I was having an out-of-body experience, and yet I was there, it was happening to me, I was that out-of-body body. “Eyes open slutboy”. I blearily opened my eyes to see my Leatherman towering over me. “slutboy is doing pretty good. I’m impressed so far, not happy, ...
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