The guy was tied to a chair, smeared with oil and milked
BEN’S BONDED BLISS
Lewd lights flickered in the dimly lit dungeon, casting a sinful glow on the vulnerable young man bound to a chair before him. Benjamin, or “Ben” to those bold enough to use his nickname, squirmed once more, the ropes biting into his pale flesh at every struggled movement. A thick oil had been smeared across every nook and cranny of his exposed, shivering body, making his smooth skin glisten with a seductive sheen in the ambient lighting.
His captor circled him like a predator stalking its prey, artificial leather gloved hands deftly undoing each fastening until the silky trap fell away completely. Even with his heart pounding wildly in his ensnared chest, Ben couldn’t help but gasp aloud as the glistening ebony cock sprang free from the confines of the fabric. At least 12 inches of throbbing, veiny flesh jutted obscenely from between a neatly trimmed patch of ebony curls and the young man’s eyes widened at the sheer girth of his tormentor’s manhood.
Master commanding, the captive angel was forced spread his shapely legs as far apart as the restraints would allow. With subtly quivering fingers the Master took the time to slick his engorged tool with a layer of oil, making sure the whole impressive length glistened in the poor boy’s eyes before stepping close. The slick tip of his cock prodded insistently at the boy’s lips, insistently seeking entrance into the warm cavern beyond. Whimpering Ben parted his lips, letting the bulbous head slip into his eager mouth… But his captor wouldn’t allow more than that. Groping fistfuls of the boy’s hair, he began to roughly fuck in and out, spreading the young man’s jaw obscenely wide with each thrust of his hips.
Just as the boy was beginning to gag and choke around the brutal onslaught, Master pulled out… Leaving him gasping and desperate for more. Before he could protest, the thick object was replaced by two slick oiled fingers. Unceremoniously they shoved past the weak protests of his rear entrance, curving to stroke firmly upon that one perfect spot that had the boy helplessly clenching and shuddering with pleasure. A broken moan tore free as the invaders surged impossibly deeper, pumping in tandem with the slow buildup of pressure in his groin.
Suddenly the fingers were gone… And so was the master from his line of vision. A split second later oil-slicked hands took hold of his hardening member, making him buck and writhe against his bonds. The stimulation was too much, his cock too sensitive from the mild milking it had been subjected to earlier. Combine those factors and the impending orgasm building rapidly in his loins and he wondered how he managed to hold off-release for as long as he did.
But the cock milking session wasn’t done with him yet. Before he could do more than gasp and shudder on the chair, those wonderfully oily fingers took hold of his testicles in a firm, unrelenting grip. The pressure increased steadily, the oil making his scrotum slick and making it impossible to escape. Rope after thick rope of cum shot out of his pulsing cock, splattering across the glistening planes of his oiled chest and abs. Even past his release, the manic cum stroking continued relentlessly on… Milking out every last drop of the milky substance from between the young man’s trembling thighs.
When it was finally over and the last shuddering gasp had worked its way through the young man’s ravaged body, Ben found himself slumped in the chair like a rag doll. His chest heaved and his limbs quivered from exhaustion, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His tormentor placed a finger under his chin, smirking as he forced the spent hunk to meet his eyes. “Are you ready to be a good boy and do exactly as I say?” Those lips quirked, but his gaze remained a steely, uncompromising glare.
Shuddering and whimpering, all Ben could do was nod meekly… Clearly, the oil had done wonders in getting the young man into a malleable state of eagerness to please
