Slave Boy – Cole Blue, Myles Landon
I couldn’t be happier with my slave, Cole. Not only is he absolutely stunning and beautiful, but he is also obedient. He does what I say, exactly as I say, even anticipating my needs before I speak. He has a great body, a huge cock and a tight hole that fits my manhood like a glove. But what makes him perfect is the way he looks at me.
I get attention all the time. People are always looking to get something from me or be my next sexual conquest. But often, the desperation in his eyes discourages me too much. They need me because I’m bigger than them. Higher. More rich. Stronger. Bigger. But in the end, I satisfy a fleeting desire.
But to my slave, Cole, I am literally everything to him. I am your Master, your protector, your owner and administrator. His pleasure comes from me. His pain comes from me. Everything – including the air he breathes – is a gift from me. And when he looks at me, he worships me like a god. It’s incomparable. And it’s the only thing that makes my dick hard as a rock.
Taking him out of the cage, he greets me with a smile full of passion and longing. He missed me. He always wants to be with me. And it hurts when I push him away. But it’s good for him. For one thing, it makes your mouth wetter so my dick leaves you wanting. And on the other hand, it reminds him of who I am and what he is. He is my possession. He is not my equal.
Even when I kiss him, his adoration is palpable. He removes my clothes reverently, wanting to please me but also aware of my power and my wrath. I wouldn’t hurt him. He is very valuable to me. But I want him to think of me as divine.
As he kisses my muscles, my abdomen and chest, he obediently and patiently follows my instructions. I know he wants the cock that is growing and swelling in my panties, but first he must show me devotion. No one makes me feel more like a god than my slave.
