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Cannot believe it has been a year now since I passed into Mick’s ownership. I once read that chance encounters with unexpected persons can cause you to explore undiscovered aspects of one’s life.
Thanks to meeting Master Mick my natural state of submission is fully developed. My work is better. My life flows easier and under Master Mick’s guidance my finances have stabilized. Shortly into our relationship I handed all my assets to him. I still recall how he patiently went over my needs with me. “Look fuka,” he said as he stroked my hair. “I’m not interested in breaking you boi.I want you to be upfront on what you need and then I will make sure that it’s there for you okay with just some extra for things you can’t plan for got it. You are my boi and how you live and how you look is a reflection on me so I don’t want you trying to cut corners on yourself got it fuka!” Now, thanks to my Masters financial guidance those assets have doubled and I have more than I ever need as well from my allotment.
I felt so warm and cared for with him on that day. I smiled and leaned in to kiss his hard smooth chest. Sucking his nipples I knew that I was home at last. “Good fuka,” he said as he guided me past his hard pac & down to his manhood. His hard thick dick slapped my cheeks and I opened my lips to take him in once more. “That’s right fuka take my meat like a good pup’” he chuckled as I slurped his long rod into my eager throat. I always love to savor the texture of his rod. The hard yet throbbing flesh of that cock as it enters my mouth caressing the inner linings inside of my throat. The pulsating veins on it that press at my sensitive inside layer of skin. The smell of his body- warmed leather filling my lungs.
As I suck him I revel in my owner’s encouragements. His voice activates that now familiar warmth that lights up my senses and sends a cascade of comfort flowing through me. “Good boi.Suck it fuka. Yeah fuka.” . Those words that always spark an arousing frenzy for me. “That’s right pussy boi,” he mockingly laughs knowing that such humbling only increases my submissive arousals. I groan in surrender ; whimpering even as I deep-throat his meat. “Suck it boi,” he orders. “You know that it’s what you want!” It’s at that moment I feel the first delirious satisfactions of those cravings in me now to be owned. On my knees taking him in. Worshiping his power and leather encased body. Knowing he will flood me with his core being and seed me . I slurp and suck in a Zen –like state of bliss. And then he lurches and I know he is ready! He grabs my head and pulls me onto his dick. I can barely breathe and yet I’m in a fever pitch of want. When he climaxes and fills me with his essence I know I am his boi.His fuka. I experience an eruption of my own that I never felt before him. I lick him clean then crumble at his feet. As he tousles my hair I gaze up into his handsome face. “Good fuka.Yah did good”.
Last night Master Mick took me to a leather bar to celebrate my first year of possession. I proudly wore my collar of his ownership that night still overwhelmed by the joy of being his. As usual there were other masters with their property. After making sure Master Mick had his needs satisfied I stayed by his side enjoying the sensation of his presence beside me. The sight of my leather clad owner is arousing as hell and everyone’s admiration of him was obvious. One tall muscular guy came up beside us. He ordered a drink and then suddenly poured it over my head saying that he always liked to see fags wet. Master Mick turned to him and slapped him so hard he went sprawling on the floor.
“No one disrespects my property you got it you fuka!” He said in a tone both intense yet quietly forceful. “HE is me and if you abuse my boi you abuse me. Got it!”
The guy got up and tried to swing at Mick but one well delivered punch by Master Mick sent the muscular hunk back down to the floor. Master Mick straddled the prone guy and dropped himself onto the guy’s shoulders pinning him down and driving the air out of the guy’s chest. Master Mick positioned the big stud’s face between his thighs and then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “You need some lessons in who is top dog boi,” Master Mick said as he pulled up the guy’s head by his hair and thrust the guy’s face into his crotch. The bar got quiet with only the muffled sounds of the former master-wanta-be who was flaying his arms under Master Mick’s knees as he tried to catch his breath. The former arrogant hulk’s chest expanded as his lungs took in Master Mick’s musky scent . Master Mick kept the guy’s head firmly in place . “Go on fuka take in a real man’s odor.” He teased. “Ya want it bad I can tell by the way you are gulping in my smell boi!”
After a short struggle the muscular guy let out a muffled groan and it soon became obvious that the prone so-called master had opened his mouth and was lapping away at my master’s cock like a baby taking in its mother’s tit for nourishment.
“That’s right fuka,” my Master said as the guy slobbered and moaned in total surrender to Master Mick’s rod. “You are what you really want to be now.” Master Mick pulled out of the guy’s mouth. The smug stud looked dazed. I knew the look. He was Master Mick’s now. Another self-styled stallion was about to be saddled and broken. “Going do you fuka,” Master Mick said firmly as he quickly turned the other guy over. “Going make you my fuka tonight” he growled as he pulled down the guy’s pants. The former top man was lost in confusion and desire by now as he experienced the first stirrings of submission inside his guts. With one quick thrust Master Mick rammed his thick rod deep between the muscular hunk’s beefy butt. A howl came from the now de-topped man’s mouth that was soon replaced by grunts of pleasure as his former cherry-ass got plowed .That night we left with him and his former sub. Both are now happily part of Master Mick’s stable and everyone now understands who THE MASTER is now!
“Remember fuka,” he told me as I knelt to lap his hard full nuts later that night, “You keep yourself respected. Only I ever use words like cunt etc. with you boi. You hold yourself proud as my fuka. Got it!”
I nodded .He smiled and I light up as I always do when he does that. “Now turn over boi .Want to plow that chute of yours,” he chuckled.
I turned. He entered me once more. I felt the mounting desire to erupt that his penetrations always bring to me. His hard warm body on top of me. The smell of Camel tobacco filling my lungs.That thick long meat massaging every nerve ending in my guts . Plowing me deep. Hitting that spot inside me and filling my desire for submission to him. As he fucked the cum out of me I moaned his name like a prayer!