The Grooming – Colton Fox, Legrand Wolf
When Master Legrand brings me into the mostly dark and poorly lit room, I can feel myself being a little nervous and anxious, but also excited. Arousal builds quickly too, as he places one of his massive hands on my neck and gently caresses my face with the other. All the anxiety and nerves seem to completely dissipate.
He lifts my shirt, his eyes roaming my body as much as his hands. He pinches my left nipple, then my right. Each pinch sends what can only be described as electricity, or some sort of jolt of force throughout my body.
I never thought about having a Master or being possessed before – but it’s amazing how natural it feels so suddenly. Like I was meant to be here, being scrutinized by one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen, essentially sizing up my body. Summarizing me as a prize to bid.
He lifts my shirt even higher, this time over my face and then off. I look over and see him unbutton his coat. I felt my hole squirm. He came forward and behind me, reaching down to unbutton my jeans.
I couldn’t help but shiver. He moved his face very close to mine, staring dead into my eyes, ready to kiss me. He pulls away though, teasing me as his hand runs down the front of my panties.
He continues to tease me, running his hands over me, a kiss close as he stares into my eyes. He knows I’m putty in his hands right now. He turns me around and starts scratching my ass as I breathe in heavily and moan in his ear.
He asks me to lean on the padded bench and grabs my cock and balls, his attention away from my exposed hole. I make him frown, almost unconsciously. I can feel my body slowly developing a mind of its own. He turns me around and instructs me to start working on him.
I open his pants while he takes off his own jacket. He unbuttons his shirt a little, carefully instructing me on how to attend to him. Even through the fabric of his panties, I can already tell he has a cock perfectly suited to a master. Pulling it out and really witnessing it though is really a sight to behold.
He continues to instruct me on how he wants me to taste and suck. Asking me to look at him, where to touch him, how to touch him. It’s like mind control, my body just keeps reacting like it’s running on autopilot.
He asks me to lie on my back. He pours oil on me and massages me sensually, once again exploring my body as if he’s never felt another before.
He asks me to lift my legs for him. I do this and beg him, he knows what for. A small part of me wonders if this is even possible. But most of me want him to impale me no matter what.
He turns me around, and after more teasing, I finally feel his massive head slide into my taut hole. It takes a bit of work, and I can tell he likes it. He knows I’m looking forward to it, but he won’t just slide through. He’s too big, I’m too small. But it is certainly not impossible.
He sets me back on my back, my legs in the air again, toes curling in anticipation. He slowly starts to slide into me again, and eventually I can feel his head in my guts and his balls slamming against my ass. I, personally, am rock hard and stroking, his massive cock essentially permanently pressed against and massaging my prostate.
It’s too much, it’s too good. Before he even gets a solid rhythm, I accidentally burst my load.
Master Legrand doesn’t seem angry about this, just amused. I’m stunned, my body still recovering from orgasm. Master teases me some more, letting me know how I opened up to him. He throws a towel at me and tells me to clean up… and I know I’ve found a new purpose and a new place in life.
