The Boy Colton, Volume 2: Slave Boy

Master Scott removed his belt and lowered his pants, pulling my ass back against his erection hidden in his briefs. I felt his tongue start to push inside of me as his mustache brushed my pucker. He pushed my cheeks apart so his tongue could explore deeper, tasting more of me, constantly wetting my hole as he prepared it for his cock.

The master snapped his fingers, and I spun around to face him, his heavy cock hanging in front of my face. I lifted it, taking the bulbous head into my mouth. I slid more into my mouth until my nose rested in the coarse hair at the base of his cock and his blue striped tie covered my eyes. He placed his hand on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth, working his dick further down my throat.

Master Scott snapped again and my ass was now presented before him. He smacked his spit-covered cock against my crack until it found its target and pushed forward. My hole gave in to the pressure and I felt his heat as it snaked up my intestines. He gripped my shoulder as he pulled out. His cock felt even harder than before when he returned. As the master began to work up speed, his open shirt and tie brushed against both sides of my ass causing goosebumps to rise across my back and down my legs.

Master Scott roughly pulled out and pushed me onto my back. Lifting my leg into the air, master began to fuck me. He wasn’t gentle. Now he was possessed. Master Scott was focused on the pleasure his hairy rigid cock was feeling sawing in and out of me, getting closer to filling me with cum with every movement of his hips. I watched as master’s eyes slammed shut, and his cock, now hard as steel, began to pulse and pump its master seed deep inside this cumdump hole.