#male on male
I was just walking down the street, to my girl friends apartment, when something catched my eye.
It was a beautiful arabic looking man, wearing a black sheep skin leather jacket. His hair looked so good, and even though I am straight, I couldnt look away. Then, his eyes met mine, those beautiful brown eyes. He smirked, and my legs started shaking. I had never felt anything like this before.
As soon as I got close enough, I smelled it. His delicious scent, clouding my thoughts and my mind. Intoxicated, I felt my power fade away. My whole body was longing for this man, but how. I tried to shake it off, bu once he was right next to me, I lost control.
I stopped right in the middle of a street, looking after that man, who didnt even bother to glance back at me. Every fiber of my body wanted to run after him, undress him on the spot and fuck him. He turned into back alley, a shortcut I assumed, and I couldnt help myself but walk right after him.
Once I entered the vacant alley way, I saw him, casually leaning against the cold brick wall. “You made it.” He grinned, his tender voice sending shivers down my spine. I couldnt think straight, I tried to say something, anything, but all I did was nod.
I walked right up to him, and the smell began to invade my mind again. Closing my eyes, I tried to pull away, but my body didnt follow my orders anymore. “Do you like it?” His deep, smooth voice ringing in my ears. “It doesnt work on just anyone.” He placed a hand at my neck, the feeling of him touching me making me hard.
I let out a long, suffering moan, causing him to chuckle. “Thats right. Good boy.” The man traced my lips with his thumbs, a sensational feeling. But then it hit me. I wasnt supposed to be here, with this stranger, and feeling the things Im feeling. I opened my eyes, and met his burning gace once more.
“Youre special.” He said calmly, and it felt like his eyes started spinning. Everything went numb, my body at the brinck of a collapse. I tried to get away, one last chance. Escape him, whatever hes doing to me, to stop him. But instead, he kept me close to him, pulling my head against his firm chest.
“Shh. Its okay boy. It will fade soon.” Unable to keep my eyes open, I gave in to him, his words, his smell, his touch. Everything made sense now. I was at peace with the world. He took me back to his place, and I stay there. Hes good to me, lets me touch him, or he fucks me straight after work. I never realised what I was missing with my ex. He is my man now. My master. My protector.
Sleep buddy. Sleep.
Relax and enjoy your nap.
So fucking hot! Where’s this from?
So hot! Anyone know the show its from?
(stories are just for entertainment)
Alex was used to having brands reach out for him due to his large social media following, and so he wasn’t surprised when a large cosmetic brand sent his management a contract. He was invited to join a little group of influencers in New York, and learn about the brand, its products, and at the end, catch a deal with them for a few ten thousand dollars.
He found himself partying downtown when he got a text from one of the organizers, Michelle, that his Uber arrived and he was meant to return to the hotel. He stepped outside the club, wearing a tight black leather jacket, denim jeans, and white shoes. A little drunk, but satisfied, he turned to the right and saw a nice black car, with its driver standing beside it, casually smoking a cigarette, wearing a dark, three-piece suit.
He approached him, smiling brightly. “Are you the guy?” He said, running a hand through his nicely done hair. “You Alex?” That man’s voice was so smooth, it sent chills down his spine. Opening his mouth, he tried to say something but no words came out. Instead, he nodded quickly. The man nods approvingly and opens the door for Alex to get into the back seat. Inside, he let out a huge sigh, looking around the luxurious interior.
Running his fingers along with the leather seat, he flinched when the driver closed the door, sitting down and starting the car. Then, he turned around to look at Alex, who felt intimidated instantly, but he tried to shrug it off. Something about this well-groomed man seemed off, but who was he to judge, with his tattoos, his deep voice, and his well-formed body. “There is a bottle of water if you need something else to drink.”
Alex turned his head and saw the little bottle sitting right next to him. “Oh, sounds good.” He said and grabbed the bottle, opened it, and nearly emptied it at once. A coy grin formed in the corner of that guy’s mouth, when he turned to the front and started the car. A few minutes later, Alex’s head started to hurt him badly. It was extremely hard to focus on anything, with everything spinning around. He steadied himself with one hand against his forehead and took several deep breaths.
“It will pass.” The guy said chuckling, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “What are you-” He said but then, everything went black.
Then, Alex woke up again. His head heavy, his whole body aching, he tried to move, but his muscles wouldn’t obey him. “Good. Just in time.” He heard somebody say and remembered what just happened. His eyes slowly focused, and he found himself lying in the back seat of the car, with the driver sitting next to him, just finishing tying his hands behind his back.
“What are you doing?” He said angrily, and tried to pull his arms away, but failed. “Just a few more steps.” The man grinned deviously and ran a hand through his scruffy beard. Alex looked around, just noticing that he was stripped of his leather jacket, his jeans, socks, and shoes. His clothes were piled on the driver’s seat, folded accurately. “Are you insane?” He grunted angrily, shaking his whole body from left to right,
With a swift move, the man grabbed his throat with his leather gloves, and hold him in place, leaning in closer towards him. “Still got fight in ya, huh?” He scoffed, pressing Alex’s body into the car seat. “The Russians will like this.” Alex was shocked, a million thoughts running through his head. “Russians?” He said nervously, his eyes darting through the car once more, looking for any way to escape.
“Some Russian dude saw your Instagram, and decided to have you, for himself.” The man said, pulling at his cigarette, and blowing it right towards Alex, who started to breathe heavily. “You cannot do this, I’m on a brand trip, they’re gonna look for me.” He spoke hastily, grasping for straws. “Kid. It’s just a cover-up, all those little influencers are gonna be sold to their new owners.” Alex shook his head in disbelief. This must be a dream, a bad dream, a fucking nightmare.
“You- You don’t have to do this. Let me go, and I’ll pay you instead.” The man grabbed his chin and started laughing. “You couldn’t afford me, in a million years.” Alex started to shake heavily, but his muscles wouldn’t move an inch. “Don’t exhaust yourself, Alex. The dose of relaxation drugs would calm down a raging horde of elephants. Let alone someone like you.” He says mockingly and ran his hand along Alexs’ exposed thighs.
“I gotta admit, you’re a special one.” His fingers brushed over his crotch, just enough to feel his cock inside his boxers, but it was enough to cause Alex to panic. “Please, don’t. I- I just wanna go home.” The man touched him gently, again and again, making him let out a painful moan. “You’re going home, kid. Your new home.”
Alex closed his eyes, shook his head violently, trying to snap out of this predicament. Just then, he heard another car arrive, and he looked outside the window. For the first time, he saw his surroundings, which seemed like an empty warehouse of some sort. “Right on time, huh?” The man chuckled again, patting Alexs’ cheeks. “Was nice meeting ya, boy.” He said and reached for a tape lying between his legs. In one swift motion, he taped his mouth and left him lying there, fearing for his life.
Alex couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but it sounded like a few guys talking gibberish. Before he could react, the door behind him opened quickly, and he felt himself getting dragged out of the car. “Mpffhhh. mpffhh.” He screamed out of the top of his lungs, but nothing came out of his taped mouth. Two men were carrying him away towards another, bigger car.
With one last look at the man, now checking a steel case filled with so much money, Alex was lifted into the car and taken away, to his new home, his new life. Never to be seen again.
(stories are just for entertainment)
When Sean woke up, he had no clue where he was. His vision blurry, every little thing around him seemed to be moving as he lifts his head, feeling like he had one too many drinks. He tried to take a deep breath, but his mouth was shut, gagged, and taped without any choice to fill his lungs with the precious air all around him. Instead, he breathed through his nose, barely able to understand what’s happening to him.
Moving his arms and legs, he noticed that he’s tied to a wooden chair, unable to move even an inch. Blinking several times, he tried to clear his vision, but his head felt like imploding when he heard somebody. A man’s voice, deep and rough. He couldn’t turn his head enough to look for that man, maybe his only opportunity to get out of here, out of this room, filled with dust, smoke, and the smell of decay slowly invading his mind, making it even harder to concentrate.
It was unclear who that man was, and he didn’t understand a word he was saying. Sean just knew, that somehow, he felt at ease just listening to the sound of that voice. Slowly but steadily, his eyes regained focus and he saw himself in a mirror at the other side of the room, his wrists and legs bound to the chair. “What happened. How did I get here?” He thought to himself when he heard that man coming closer.
“Yes. I got him.” He said slowly, his voice sounded more intimidating than before. “It was easy, I will have him by you by sunrise.” Sean realized that he was in trouble, and he started to fight against his restraints, shaking his arms and legs. The chair started to move, but not enough to do anything useful. He wasn’t going to give up that easily, he screamed into the tape, trying his best to get off this chair, out of this room, and back home.
“Gotta go. Yes, he’s awake. Time to get going.” The man said, now standing a few feet behind him. Sean looked into the mirror, seeing a huge male shadow standing between the door frame when he realized, that he must have gotten kidnapped last night after his shift ended. He remembered that he went home, wearing his uniform, and when he arrived at his house, he felt someone approach him from behind, but before he could do anything, he got subdued by a large figure, knocking him out by choking him barehanded.
Sean trained his whole life, to be healthy, to be strong, and to do a good job as a police officer, but this man, was way too strong for him, but maybe, he just got lucky. The man stepped out of the shadow, and he saw his face. A man, maybe a few years older than him, with neat hair, a short beard, and a dangerous, but content look in his eyes. “Hey there, Sleeping beauty.” He said, his voice even rougher than before.
He reached for him, firmly placing a hand on his shoulder. Sean tried to fight again, to pull away, but his grip kept him in place. “Mmmmphhffm.” He screamed, his face turning red by exhaustion, but all it did, was painting a huge grin on that man’s face, scaring the shit out of sean. “We’re much of a fighter, huh?” He said mockingly, and walked around the chair, now standing right in front of Sean, whose eyes wandered all over that guy’s body.
He wore a black suit, white shirt, a black tie, and black leather gloves. If he’d have seen him any other day, he wouldn’t have noticed him in a crowd. But now, he stood there, menacingly, grinning widely while looking down at Sean. “It wasn’t that easy to catch you off-guard, I’ll admit that.” The man said approvingly, stroking Sean’s shoulder gently. Rocking back and forth, he tried everything to get away, but the man just laughed.
“Calm down, boy.” He said seriously, and sat down on Sean’s lap, keeping him in place with the weight of his huge body. “You ain’t going nowhere.” Now face to face, Sean looked into his eyes and knew that he was right. He was at his mercy, maybe he’d let him go, maybe he’d ask for money from his family. He could only hope. To his displeasure, the man started to fondle him, running his hands all over his body, feeling the fabric of his tight uniform between his fingers, seemingly enjoying this very much.
Sean was disgusted, he tried to scream again, but no words came out of his mouth. Then, however, the man grabbed his neck with both his, causing him to flinch heavily. “Listen, boy. Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” He said firmly and breathed against his cheek. Sean tried one last time to break his restraints but failed again. He took several deep breaths and closed his eyes, defeated. “That’s right. The boss always gets what he wants. You’re no exception.”
The man pats his cheek gently, and he relaxed, checking his phone again. Sean got lost in his thoughts, thinking about what will happen to him now. Who is that boss? “Too bad we don’t have more time.” His voice got a little deeper, causing Sean to raise his head again. “I normally have some fun of my own, before I deliver.” He said slowly, licking his lower lip in excitement while running a hand down sean’s body, further down to his crotch, rubbing his dick through his pants.
He could feel him touching him, again and again, but there was nothing he could do about it. “Mmppfpf.” He muttered quietly, barely able to keep his head up with his body slowly giving in to his assailant. “Especially with such a fine specimen as you, Officer Connely. The man touched him for a little while longer, before leaning back, searching for something in his pockets. At the sound of a paper bag, Sean flinched again, and knew what was coming right away. “mmpfpf nppfnfnp.”
“Don’t be scared. I’m a professional.” He chuckled, and before he could react, Sean’s head got bagged inside that paper bag. It was hard to breathe already, but now, he started panicking. He moved his whole body violently, but it was no use. The man was still sitting on his lap, one hand holding the back while the other one was at his chest, stroking him eagerly. His vision got blurry again, and he screamed, once, then twice, before everything went dark.
His whole body slumped into the chair, his eyes rolled back and his chin dropped to his chest. “That’s good, boy.” The man said, lifting his head again to remove the bag. Then he removed the rope, and carried officer Connely to his car, to deliver him to the collector.
Matt loves his job as a delivery driver. He enjoys wearing that tight blue shirt, because it makes his huge, beefy body look even better. Today, hes got a few smaller packages to deliver im his usual neighbourhood. With one last look at himself in the rear-view mirror, he smiles, winks and gets outside. Matt opens the back door, grabs the little brown box at the side, checks the name and gets going. He makes his way up the driveway, singing along the last song playing in the radio. “Doctor Newman” he growls, reading the nametag right next to the black, wooden door. “Alright.” Matt puts on his best smile, and rings the bell. While waiting, he looks down at his chest, and lets his pecs bulge against the thin fabric of his shirt. Then, he giggles to himself. The door opens, and a smaller, but still good looking guy opens the door, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” The guy says, looking at the parcel inside Matts hand, over his chest and back to his face. “Doctor Newman?” Matt says, his eyes wandering down as well, before he smiles again. “Thats right.” The man smiles too, and awaits the light box. “Cool. Thats for you.” Matt hands him the box, their hands touch just barely, causing him to catch a burning gaze from the strange man.
“Thank you.” The man says, biting his lower lip when his eyes wander down once more, admiring Matts phisique. “Youre a big man.”
“Do you hit the gym?” He says, while Matt takes a deep breath once their eyes meet again. “Ye…yeah. nearly everyday.” He stutters, shocked by the mans obvious approach. “Do you mind?” The man smiles, gesturing for him to place a hand on Matts chest. At first, Matt wants to take a step back, but something about this man intrigues him. The beautiful eyes staring right into his soul, or the smooth deep voice ringing through his every thought. He tries to shake it off. “Eh. I mean. Ugh. Sure.” Matt shrugs, and instantly, the man touches him firmly, feeling his pecs, his arms, up to his shoulder. “Man. Nice work dude.” The man appreciates every touch, and smiles. “Wanna come inside?” He says, his voice even deeper than before. “I..I shouldnt. I dont have much time.” Matt smiles politely, as he feels the mans hand now massaging his shoulder gently. And it makes him feel so calm, even if he just wants to leave.
“Come on. Just for a minute. It will help you relax.” He says, intensing the grib on Matts shoulder, his big hands now getting closer and closer to his neck. However, Matt couldnt resist anymore. Something in the mans eyes pulled him in. They are shining so bright, seemingly changing colors, like a little, beautiful spiral. He feels his body giving in, all of him. “M..aybe just for a minute.” He growls, as he feels the man basically leading him inside. “Good boy.” The man smiles. Good boy? Matt cant believe what that guy just said, but he doesnt think about it much anymore.
Inside the house, a strange, delicious smell instantly invades Matts nostrils, even deeper, right into his mind. Closing his eyes, he lets out a long, guttural moan. “Ya like the smell? Great. Some herbs, candles, a special liquid I am just experimenting on.” The man says proudly, still massaging Matts shoulder, leading him into the living room. “Wha…ats its for?’ Matt says, his head spinning slightly, his legs growing weaker with every step he takes, before he nearly falls to the floor. "Easy there, dude.” The man catches him easily, and helps him sit down on a massive leather sofa.
Matt leans back, spreads his legs slightly, when he feels his dick growing harder. “Wha..t.. is…happen..” He stutters, but then, the man sits down, on his lap, his face just inches away from Matts. “I told you, boy. Its my experiment, a special combination of herbs and shit. It sadly has no effect on me anymore. After using it so often, it just doesnt work on me.” He says, now encompassing Matts chest. Both of his hands wander across his pecs, his hard nipples, his bulging arms and to his neck. “No.” Matt moans, unable to move a muscle. “Dont fight it. It will be easier once you go under.” The man frowns, his fingers now running a long Matts jawline, through his beard, brushing over his soft lips. At the same time, he starts grinding his crotch against Matts body, making it even harder to concentrate.
Instinctively, he follows the mans lead, and their bodies move as one. “Thats right.” The man grins, as he catches Matts head, avoiding him drifting away right now. “Look into my eyes.” He demands, and their gazes meet once more. The eyes are shining even brighter, which make the pretty spiral take so many beautiful forms. “Okay.” Matt says, starting to drool a little. “Pretty, arent they?” Matt nods. “Yes. So pretty.”
“Now listen, boy. It was your fate to approach my house. Your destiny to find me, today. You are meant to follow my orders. To obey my every word. You made that body for me. Just. For me.” The man strokes Matts chest firmly, while his hand runs down his pecs right between their crotches. “Yes.” Matts eyes start to roll back slowly, deep inside his skull.
“Now. Just follow my voice, deep down into your mind. I want you to bring all of your resistance, all of your will, all of you, into the tip of your cock. Now.” Matt instantly groans heavily. His body stiffens, gets rigid as he bends his back against the mans body. All of him starts compulsing intensely. “Thats good, boy. Just into the tip.” He says, getting up to pull Matts shorts down, including his underwear. The man smiles at the sight of the massive cock standing at attention, already leaking precum. “Very good. Now, get even harder, just harder. You wont cum until I allow it.” He demands, and even though Matt is in severe pain, his whole body aching for the release, he follows his orders perfectly. “Freeze.” With a snap of his fingers, Matt stops, now sitting on the sofa, fully frozen.
The man leaves the room, and returns a few seconds later, with an empty bottle. With one swift motion, he manages to insert Matts rock hard cock fully into thr bottle. “Good boy. Now, when I tell you to, youll fill this bottle with your precious cream. "Yesss.” Matt nods slowly, completely under the mans control. “
The man walky behind him, hugs him, his hands cupping Matts massive pecs. "When you cum, you will be mine. You wont resist. You wont doubt me. You will obey. Understood?” The man says demandingly. “Yes.” Matt groans in anticipation. “Now.” He whispers into his ear, and without wasting any more time, he thrusts multiple times, shooting one load after another, monaing, grunting and groaning angrily. The man needs to keep the bottle in place with one hand, because Matts movement is so rapid and violent.
After nearly a minute, the bottle is filled fully. Matt is sitting there, his shorts and slip down by his ankles, his dick covered in cum, sticky and smelly, but a satisfied smile spreads across his face. “So good boy. You did very good.” The man pats his cheek, causing Matt to smile even harder. He places the bottle on to a table. “Get dressed boy.” He demands. Matt does as hes told. “Listen boy.” As soon as you walk out of the door, you will leave this state. You wont remember anything. For you, no time has passed. You will feel pleased, however. And the next time, you will hear my voice, you will go under again and obey. Understood?:
The man massages Matts shoulder again, running a hand along his massive body one last time. “Yes.”
“Yes. Sir.” The man pinches his nipples firmly. “Yes sir.” Matt moans.
Joe came home from work this afternoon, noticing a box lying in front of his apartments door. There was no info about who sent it to him, or what it was, but still, he decided to take it inside. At first ge tried to figure out whos package it is, but there was no name on it whatsoever. For a while, he ignored it, but not an hour later, curiosity got the better of him.
He openef the box and found a pair of black leather pants inside it. With a shy smile, he pulled it out of the box and took a closer look. The leather felt good, soft but tight. Then he noticed a letter lying underneath it.
“Put me on”, Joe said softly, raising an eyebrow in confusion. This must have been a mistake, he didnt order leather pants. Joe had never worn such trousers. But something inside his mind was intrigued. How would it feel to wear it? Without thinking about it any longer, he unbuttoned his jeans, letting it drop to his ankles.
Slowly, so carefully, he let one leg slip into the leather pants, and as soon as his skin touched the warm fabric, he felt good. “God.” He grunts lowly, as he puts those pants on. All of it felt right, it was a perfect fit, flattering his buff thighs, his ass and his dick. He got up and walked over to a mirror.
Joe smiled. “Damn. Thats hot.” He said running a hand down his massive chest, all of his muscles growing harder by the seconds. He never looked so good. However, Joe suddenly felt heat running through every fiber of his body, seemingly radiating from his crotch. Confused, he tried to open his pants, but something in his mind stopped him once more. His hand froze in place, right on his crotch, feeling his cock twitching through the leather.
“Very good Joe.” A voice said inside his head. “Wha- whats happening??” He said, his head hurting all of the sudden. “Your conditioning is kicking in, like we trained for months.” The voice sounded so smooth, calming him down. “Th- the conditoning?: Joe stuttered. "Yes. Good boy.” The voice said, deeper than before. “Now. You know what to do. Dont waste my time.” By the sound of these words, his whole body reacted instantly, turning stiff and rigid in just a second. His cock got harder and harder, sending waves of pain and pleasure through his whole sytsem.
“What…is…happening?!” Joe moaned loudly, unable to stand. He got on his knees, clutching his crocth with both of his hands. The pants got tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on the mans body, while he let out deeper and longer moans. Gagging, struggling, simply in pain, joe tried to fight it, overcome the invisible force controlling his body.
“Still fighting Joe?” The voice rang inside his mind. “Adorable.” The man laughed mockingly, as Joes body tensed even harder. No matter what he did, his body wouldnt obey him anymore. With that voice mocking him, calling him a slave, a test subject, just a tool, Joe started to rub his dick, firmly, sending shivers down his spine.
To make matters worse, he enjoyed it, even though he shouldnt. Joe felt his body, all of him was pulsating, moving rhythmically. He then started to thrust into the palms of his hands, moaning, grunting, still trying to regain control over his body. “Its no use, boy.” The voice said, knowing very well that this fight was already over. Before he climaxed, however, his body stopped for a few seconds, making him feel at ease for once.
Just to compulse once more, this time, even worse than before. Joes eyes rolled back deep into his skull, as all of his attention slided into his cock, but it wasnt enough. This repeated again, and again, torturing his mind, until all he could think of was cumming, releasing this pressure. And after what felt like an hour of pain, pleasure and pure torture, the voice let him cum.
The inside of the leather pants were already stained by the mans precum, but once the tip of his cock erupted, all of it was covered in the mans fluids. Joe let out a breathless scream, his eyes white, dull. DRooling and exhausted, body slumped to the floor, hid dick still shooting load after load, with his body twitching again and again.
He was ready. Ready for transport.
Lennards first week as a cop is over, and he cant help himself but admire the sight of him in uniform. Hes standing in front of the mirror inside his apartment, wearing his navy blue clothes, flattering every inch of his body. His shift just ended, and hes tired, but happy. Then, suddenly, the doorbell rings. Raising his eyebrows, he goes towards the sound and opens the door. A man stands there, rather small, slim, rough skin, wearing what seems like doctors clothing. “Yeah?” Lennard says, slightly confused. “Good to finally see you in person, officer.” The man says, his voice immediately penetrating the officers mind, giving him a headache. “Do…do I know you?” He struggles to keep his eyes focused, with his head and whole body starting to spin, his vision blurring. “Oh. You will, Lennard.” The man smirks and raises his hand. “Its time to serve, officer.” With a snap of his fingers, the cops body goes rigid, his eyes roll back into his mind and he lets out a long, guttural sigh. “Wont you let me inside?” The man shrugs, before Lennard leads him inside. He walks slowly, sluggish, with his mouth open. “Thats enough.” The man demands and Lennard stands still. “Very good. Now, Flex.” The cop lifts his arms, his biceps bulging inside the tight uniform. “Even better than I imagined.” He says, stroking the cops arms, shoulders, and his neck. Walking around him, he enjoys the sight of this buff man, powerless, a slave. “Officer. Freeze.” The man lifts his finger, feeling Lennards soft lips, running it through his scruffy beard, along his firm jawline. “Yes. Good job.” He says, now placing both of his hands at the mans chest. “Harder.” With a snap of his fingers, Lennard flexes even harder, his muscles tensing harshly. The fabric of his uniform barely able to keep him contained. “Good boy.” He smirks, causing Lennard to grin derpily. “Very good boy.” The man enjoys what hes feeling, running his hands down to Lennards crotch, grabbing his cock firmly. “Is that all?” The man tilts his head. “Officer. Listen to me. I want you to focus on your cock. Get hard, harder than ever before.” Lennard opens his mouth, a grimace spreading over his face. The man can feel his dick getting bigger and bigger, bulging against the palm of his hand. “Thats enough, boy.” He snaps his fingers again. “Now, on your knees.” Lennard nods. “Yes sir.” He gets down, his face now right in front the mans crotch. “Yes officer. Good.” Lennard eyes roll back as he lifts his head. He walks behind him, admiring his new slave even more. Then, he bends down, whispering into the officers ear. “Now, lets have some fun.” He wraps one arm around his neck, and starts chocking him, gently. “Just give in, officer.” The man says softly, gets down as well and pulls Lennard back. He then grabs the mans cock, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. The cop moans. “You will be mine, just like all the others before. Put all of your resistance into your cock, you can feel the urge to cum, but not yet, boy.” Lennard breathes heavily, the agony of not being able to release himself spreading across his face. His body gets stiff, his thighs bulge and he starts to thrust into the air. He moans again, and again. “Lennard, once you cum, you will be mine forever. When you hear my voice you will get back into this state. You will do what I say, anything I say. Understood?” The man demands again. “Yes, sir.” Lennard moans deeply. “Good. Then you may cum.” With that said, Lennard shoots multiple loads of his precious cream into his underwear, staining it instantly. His whole body slumps to ground, into the arms of the man. “Good boy. Very good boy.” He says lovingly, his deep voice sending shivers down the officers spine. “Youve been such a good boy.”
