1. Living for Master


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

    them. I noticed the gas had intensified and that the covers were now starting to glow. I maybe couldn’t feel much pain, but I could feel heat. My hands were getting warm and the covers around them glowed ever brighter, ever hotter. The gas stopped and seemed to be replaced with air as the heat began to become intolerable. There was then a strange sensation, my hands began to feel tight; the shiny plastic gripping them ever tighter. Fuck, my hands were being shrink-wrapped. I let out muffled screams as I tried to thrash about, of course to no avail. I was weak and my bondage was never going to be broken my feeble efforts. I began to cry. I could blink again and I was crying. The heating covers were removed and my hands had become shrunk wrapped lumps of plastic. “Don’t worry shitfuck, you’ll be having the most wonderful prosthetics on those stumps in due course.” I was mind fucked. I had no longer any idea what was happening or who I was. I was just a lump of flesh being abused and tormented for these black rubber and leather beings. I laid there, tears running down my face. I was done. ‘I’ was no longer. How could I ever get out of here? “..yes 43, well 38 if we can but nothing bigger than 39. He will be made to fit”. I was taking little in. I wasn’t interested. I was broken. My Leatherman, appeared again, and with unusual kindness wiped my brow and kissed me. “You’re going to be perfect slutboy, just perfect. Almost done for today; we’re all happy so far and so will you be ...
    in time. He dabbed my dry lips with a moist cloth and the cool water felt like nectar as it trickled around my gas gag. For this tiniest of kindnesses I loved my Master, one tiny act of compassion, and I was His. I was broken, I needed something, anything to grab on to. He slowly uncoupled the gags and removed the throat gag leaving the nasal tubes in place. Again he ran the damp cloth over my parched lips as he whispered in my ear: “now the best part, you arrived a 43 cowboy, but you’re leaving a 38 slut”. I had no idea what he was talking about. My brain couldn’t function clearly. The bench was moved again and my head was now at his crotch height. Firmly he inserted a big rubber ring over my teeth that also f***ed my mouth wide open. His gloved hands unzipped his leathers and a huge mountain of semi erect meat went straight into my open mouth. His prince Albert piercing stimulating my gag reflex was enough to get a gloved slap across my face. Being unable to move, Master was sliding his manhood in and out of my mouth, feeding me His meat, letting me taste Him for the very first time. Even a slow face fucking didn’t prevent him releasing his piss directly down my gullet into my guts, the probe still in there working my guts to His desires. The pissing stopped and the momentum picked up. I was desperate to please this man, he had shown me kindness, which I must repay, but with the gag I could only use my tongue to pleasure Him. His pace picked up and the fucking became more ...
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