Boy Eli: The Prize
My heart raced when I was first alone with my slave, Eli. His beautiful face and lean body were practically sculpted by a higher power. I started slow, not wanting to rush the moment. I ordered him to take off my shoes and socks, kissing my feet and inhaling the scent of the blend of rich leather and musk. It’s a primal thing to see a boy take in my scent, marking them from the inside and letting them know me by my natural fragrance.
I stood up to let him undress me. I workout hard in the gym which causes my suits to get tight around the shoulders. He carefully removed the jacket and placed it to the side, respecting me by respecting my clothing. His immediate submission and obedience was enough to shoot a rush of energy to my cock, compelling me to find a suitable place for it.
“Take it out,” I ordered. I watched him drop to his knees like he was born to be down there. And within seconds, he had my thick, throbbing manhood between his soft, pillowy lips. He looked up at me with pure joy. He was as much in heaven as I was. Seeing his master, his god, his owner in total control. I like to think I’m not too bad on the eyes myself, and judging by the bulge in his black jock, he was plenty turned on.
Eli got up on the bed and presented himself to me, giving me a view of his hole that was certainly worth every penny I spent. I buried my face in it, licking it and kissing it, practically ready to eat it. His pink pucker tasted so fresh and sweet, it was practically candy.
I put him on his back, watching as he lifted his legs up readying himself for my shaft. He was nervous, but I tried my best to calm him. As I slid my meat into his hole, he gave me a concerned look, surprised by the speed and depth I was able to reach in a single thrust.
I paused. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I waited for his face to let me know I was good to proceed. Fuck, he felt good. As I could see his worry turn to craving, his eyes begged me to keep going. How could I resist him?
I picked up the pace and, within moments, I was jackhammering his guts like he was nothing more than a toy. Of course I would be careful with him. After all, he’s my prize. And I wouldn’t do anything to break what’s mine…
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