Hung Master Turns twink Bareback Fantasy into Nightmare – DreamBoyBondage

Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story with explicit adult themes, not related to any real people, and intended for mature audiences only.

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The hung master, known only as Dom, surveyed his recently acquired slave with a predatory gaze. The young twink, bound and gagged before him, trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation. Dom had fantasized about this moment for weeks, plotting the tiniest details in his mind. Now, with his blonde prey at his mercy, he knew exactly how to turn the twink’s bareback fantasy into a bonding nightmare.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding under those jeans, little one,” Dom purred, voice dripping with honeyed menace. Reaching out, he roughly unfastened the slave’s pants and yanked them down. A perky ass greeted him, and Dom couldn’t resist giving it a firm squeeze. The twink yelped into his gag, straining against his bonds.

“Vociferous. I like that,” Dom growled approvingly. “Too bad you won’t make many more sounds like that.” Quickly, he pulled out a ball gag and replaced the slave’s current one, grinning wolfishly as the twink protested fruitlessly around the new obstruction.

Dom circled the restrained twink, the hungry attention of his eyes leaving no part of his trembling body unnoticed. He could almost taste the terror that made the slave’s blood sing – as intoxicating as sawdust to an addict.

“I’m going to take you apart in the most delicious ways, and you’re going to let me,” Dom promised silkily, voice barely above a whisper. “Because you’re mine now, and I own everything about you.” He blatantly caressed the prisoner’s hardening bulge, relishing how the boy shuddered at his touch. “Ah, someone’s excited. Obedient little pet.”

On swift, silent feet, Dom moved to rummage through the toy chest, plucking out a set of strap-on cuffs which he quickly secured around the twink’s wrists and ankles. Reaching under the slave’s body, Dom effortlessly raised him, stretching his punk posture for maximum vulnerability. Shifting downward, Dom deftly lined up his own impressive length, its heavy weight brushing the twink’s heated skin like a brand.

“No more nerves, kitten,” Dom commanded, firm pressure on the boy’s hips encouraging him to take Dom’s girth. “Be a good slut and open wide for Daddy’s big cock.”

Comprehending this was inevitable, the twink relaxed his boyish body, allowing Dom to slide into his tight heat in one smooth motion. Steadily, methodically, Dom pumped his hips, relishing the friction of his youthful hole gripping him tight. The bondage accentuated every movement, as if the little bird couldn’t fly away even if given a chance.

Dom set a relentless rhythm, pounding into the boy’s prostate with each stroke. Waves of bliss radiated from the well-trafficked gland, making the twink See God. Dom’s hands throttled around the young man’s slender throat, an erotic noose constricting oxygen in pulsing sequences. Theplatform became sure, the chance of passing out accompanied by the promise of a stoked cock in what had to be one hell of a medley of a dream.

“Scream for me, little slut,” Dom rumbled, smacking the rest of the clothes off his toy’s upper body. “Drown in Daddy’s cock because it’s all you’ll have for a long time.”

Dom watched enraptured as the slave writhed and bucked beneath him, completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations. The thrill of controlling such delectable nubility had Dom rocketing towards climax. His balls sparked with impending eruption – the evidence building at his core causing an augmented level of guilty ecstasy.

With a powerful groan, Dom flooded the young man’s chute with his cream, pumping every drop of his bountiful harvest deep inside. Anally speared like that and wowed by the swift gush, the slave seized upon vertigo as the ligaments of his thighs started to stress and go past the edge. The tusks donned full mast to resources in that aircraft’s departure with cock pumping him to drooping limpness, deflated around the full cronescense and misters of the Dark’s cock. His body was starched and Whipped, bestowing that smitten submission dear to Dom’s impulses.

“Mine,” Dom snarled possessively, sinking his teeth into the nape of his slave’s neck hard enough to leave a mark. He marked the boy with his scent, with his essence, making the twink a sign of ownership to be flaunted and used whenever, however his newLord so desiring. This was what the bondage life was all about – corrupting youth, shattering their world until their sole purpose was to please their master. And Dom intended his new toy to really appreciate every little bit of hedonistic abuse