Gay Erotic Stories

He opened the doors and shyly look at me. I said: ‘Hello, my fuckslut. Very nice to meet you.’ – ‘Yes, my Master’. I closed the doors and shouted at him: ‘What are you waiting for? Kneel down and greet your Master with your tongue on his shoes!’ – ‘My apologies, Sir’. Before he managed to get down on his knees I pushed him back, pulled his hair and pressed his head down to my muddy dark- blue sneakers. He obediently pulled out his tongue and started to lick the sides of my sneakers. His tongue was long, thick and full of saliva. A hungry tongue. I enjoyed it. Though, as it is often a case of trash bitches, he didn’t know I may enjoy seeing him licking the soles of my sneakears too. In a fit of generosity, I kicked off his head and pressed my sneaker right to his face. This time he got the idea and began to lick the mud off the sneaker sole. When I got bored, I pressed my shoe harder to his face so he was forced to lie down on his back. I walked to his living room and told him to follow me. He walked right behind me. Now was the time to estimate his value. I ordered him to take off his clothes and stay still. First, he took off his white t-shirt, then his trainees, then jeans and pants. He was about 25-30 years old with a slim to regular body. Little bit muscled. Smooth rather than hairy. Unlike mine, his cock was an average size, hanging down, wet already. However, his ass was a high-end commodity: full of meat but shapely. A bubbly ass. I fondled his right buttock, grabbed it and slapped it. He smiled. Those fucksluts love to be slapped! I pressed my fully dressed body tightly to his completely naked skin. He must have already felt my dick on his ass. It is a fat 11- inch cock so he could easily feel it, even through the leather pants I was wearing on that day. I put my hands on his chest and pressed him even tighter to me. I licked his ear, bit it roughly and started whispering to him, very very slowly so he didn’t miss a word: ‘You are a fucksult, a fucking bitch, my personal whore. You are my toy, an object I use whenever and wherever I want. I have no interest in you except for abusing you: feed you with my fat cock till you choke and drill your tight ass till you scream. I use you as my private cumdump. I do that because it gives me pleasure and to give me pleasure is the only fucking thing you think about in your trashy life. You are a product made just for me: to kneel down before me and lick my baggy balls when I tell you to do so, to bend over when I push your back and to take my rock-hard dick when I fill your asshole with it. You obey all my orders, you serve me whatever way I want and you are eternally grateful for that. Every time I push my fat huge cock deeper into your asshole so your face skew in pain cause you can’t take it any longer, you shout out ‘Thank you my exceedingly generous Master! Could you please pound my ass even harder and deeper?’ This is what you shout. Understood, you useless piece of trash?’ He said only: ‘Understood, Sir’. He was a shy type of trash.