HR-130 Brutal Billy

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At least that night I had some food. I didn’t get to eat it with him of course. As a slave I ate from a dog’s plate on the floor next to his chair, but I didn’t go hungry.

We got home just before dark and as before, once inside the gates, I was bidden to take off all my clothes. After putting the truck away he came out of the garage and tied a length of twine around my neck. “Down on hands and knees slave. I want you to imagine you are my dog and that you are being trained to follow me on your leash…”

Into the house he went with me following on hands and knees as best I could. It wasn’t at all easy and it was very humiliating—but I loved it. I can’t explain the dual emotion… I just know I felt terribly ashamed and yet my prick was rock solid.

There was a deep dish of water in the kitchen and I was ordered to lap it up. Down on my hands and knees, I was deeply conscious of being naked and that my asshole was open and exposed to his gaze.

I hoped he couldn’t see the way it was pulsing with my fear if what was coming later on…

Ever since he had said he was going to fuck me, my virgin anus had been puckering up in anticipation of what it was going to be like to have it penetrated by a man’s cock… by fear of the pain.

I knew it was painful. All the books I had read had said it always was at first although you soon got used to it and usually came to enjoy it immensely.

I had long wondered what his cock was like. I had never actually seen it although its outline was often clearly visible while he was stretching up to raise something up at work. His genitals always bulged a lot more than mine out the front of his brief shorts—and my cock is eight inches…