Danny has belonged to me for some time. Our bond is strong and the roles we play in each other’s lives are mutually satisfying. He trusts me to protect him and I take great pleasure in guiding him towards his true purpose in life. We are sexually compatible in an almost profound way. We are carnally addicted to each other.
Naturally, he remains caged most of the time. I occasionally pass by and see those beautiful eyes, trusting and obedient, looking up at me – filled with a mixture of hope and gratitude. I find him utterly irresistible and almost always give in to his charms and let him out to play.
He responds so well to my touch. The moment my fingers make contact with his smooth, porcelain skin, he seems to enter some sort of ecstatic trance—almost as if I’m a snake charmer or a hypnotist, pleasuring him to incapacitation.
He never questions my orders. He is a rare find in this respect. There’s no point in him needing to challenge me as part of our dynamic. He knows he’s mine and that knowledge makes him feel alive.
He certainly knows how to pleasure me orally. He tastes my cock with all of his senses, obeying my commands as he looks at me longingly with those huge, deep blue eyes. There is little more attractive to me than the moments we shared in the early stages of intimacy. Time stands still. The air gets heavy and almost seems to rock us. We become aware of each rustle, each breath, each muffled sigh.
Then we kiss.
It tastes sweet, fresh. My fingers explore his hole, preparing him for a deep, intense penetration. I sit on the ottoman and spread my legs. He gets up and turns away. His hands shake with excitement and terror as he guides my throbbing cock toward his hole. And then, just as hesitantly, he pushes himself back to me… and off we go.
Locked together. Connected. My body merging with his, my cock running over every available inch of inner flesh. The feeling of pure, beautiful, pure pleasure surges through my body as he slowly rocks back and forth.
Sometimes I wrap my hand around his slim waist so I can pull him closer to me. Then I like to pull him back into my body so he is balanced on me, feet on my thighs, easing himself up and down, choosing the intensity and speed of his pleasure!
The top of the boy’s head only comes up to my collarbone, so when we’re kissing, the tip of my cock rubs against his nipples. I can pick him up and take his weight off without a problem – and that opens up so many possibilities for adventurous sex positions!
Ultimately having him squatting on the table while I smack him from behind is where I’m happiest, spinning his testicles in my hands like a pair of baoding balls as I let my big cock sink in and out of him, pre-sperm spewing of her ass and rolling down her thigh like drops of condensation on a window.
