I am a healthy European man who enjoys using fit submissive males. Along the way I enjoy helping submissive males and the men they serve better understand each other. Re-posted images deleted upon request.
When he got in the car, bijockboy was determined to go to his girlfriend's house. He had stopped to get her flowers when he realised that he was wearing only the watch she had given him for his birthday, his track pants, and shoes. That and that chain around his neck. The chain he accepted from me when he promised to obey me. He thought it was kind of a joke. It was just an inexpensive gold chain. He could break it, or take it off, easily. He wasn't really my sex slave. He was a man, after all. A man who used dudes to get off when his girlfriend wasn't in the mood, but a man with a girlfriend. He didn't even like taking dick that much.
He didn't want to go to my place. My big cock made him gag and choke. It made his ass sore the next day. I never let him get off, and often dismissed him when I was done with him. I pushed his limits, getting him to do things he never dreamed he would be willing to do. He could handle all of those things, though. What he hated was the feeling he got when I patted him on the head and said, "Good boy," like he was a dog. He craved that feeling of pride. It upset him that he wanted it more than anything, and he would do just about anything to get it.
This morning, he was determined to meet his girlfriend and her parents for brunch. As he got into the car, he hadn't even noticed that he wasn't dressed for that. He thought the chain had been a joke, that it was not strong enough to control him. Only now did it dawn on him the chain was just a representation of a connection more powerful than any metal.
He pulled the door shut, and drove to the drive-up window. He ordered enough eggs, sausage, and coffee for the two of us, as well as my favourite doughnut. He texted his girlfriend while he waited for the food. He was not entirely surprised when he got to my place and the table was set, all ready for breakfast. The only thing missing was the food. He smiled, knowing he was going to get a "good boy" from me.
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When he got in the car, bijockboy was determined to go to his girlfriend's house. He had stopped to get her flowers when he realised that he was wearing only the watch she had given him for his birthday, his track pants, and shoes. That and that chain around his neck. The chain he accepted from me when he promised to obey me. He thought it was kind of a joke. It was just an inexpensive gold chain. He could break it, or take it off, easily. He wasn't really my sex slave. He was a man, after all. A man who used dudes to get off when his girlfriend wasn't in the mood, but a man with a girlfriend. He didn't even like taking dick that much.
He didn't want to go to my place. My big cock made him gag and choke. It made his ass sore the next day. I never let him get off, and often dismissed him when I was done with him. I pushed his limits, getting him to do things he never dreamed he would be willing to do. He could handle all of those things, though. What he hated was the feeling he got when I patted him on the head and said, "Good boy," like he was a dog. He craved that feeling of pride. It upset him that he wanted it more than anything, and he would do just about anything to get it.
This morning, he was determined to meet his girlfriend and her parents for brunch. As he got into the car, he hadn't even noticed that he wasn't dressed for that. He thought the chain had been a joke, that it was not strong enough to control him. Only now did it dawn on him the chain was just a representation of a connection more powerful than any metal.
He pulled the door shut, and drove to the drive-up window. He ordered enough eggs, sausage, and coffee for the two of us, as well as my favourite doughnut. He texted his girlfriend while he waited for the food. He was not entirely surprised when he got to my place and the table was set, all ready for breakfast. The only thing missing was the food. He smiled, knowing he was going to get a "good boy" from me.
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