| Gay: BDSM: The Unforgiven Part 2 (1/7) |
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Kneeling, looking up at Verik, Nahji felt like he was at the feet of a god. Verik’s swollen cock jutted out between his thick legs, sculpted with muscle. His flat belly was ridged and hard. Veins ran around his rigid cock. He had never wanted to suck cock so bad. Verik saw the hunger in the whore’s eyes. “You want my cock in your mouth bitch?” “Oh Gods, yes,” Nahji said. He couldn’t hide it. He was desperate to service him. Verik teased the whore, wiping his hard dick along the boy’s hungry lips. “I’m going to fuck your ass long and hard,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes. “I’ll take your cock Sir. I’ll please you,” Nahji said, licking the taste of Verik’s cock from his lips, unable to think of anything except how good his cock would feel pounding down his throat. “I love knowing what they did to you,” Verik said, looking at the thick gold ring pierced through the center of the boy’s cock shaft. “I wish I had been the one to pierce you and make you into a pleasure bitch.” The boy’s cheeks flushed red with shame. “You’re always hungry for cock, like a whore, aren’t you?” Verik pressed his hard dick against the boy’s smooth lips. Nahji opened his mouth wide, eyes closed, hot for his cock, ready to take his load. “Answer me boy,” Verik said, keeping his cock out of reach. “I don’t get hard anymore Sir. But I still have needs,” the boy said, breathless with desire; ashamed of his need. He hated knowing that he would never come again. Verik slapped the boy’s face hard. “Say it bitch. Tell me what you are.” “Look what he did to me,” the boy said, touching his limp cock. Tears slid down his cheeks. “I’m a serving whore. Men pay to use my ass. No matter how much they hurt me, I’m always desperate for more cock.” He looked up at his tormentor. “All I get is pain from men like you.” The dull rage in the slaveboy’s eyes made Verik think how good the boy would look on all fours screaming when he took his ass. “That’s what you’re for slut. To give men like me pleasure with your screams.” Verik pulled the whore by his hair, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch. “Service me, you cock sucking bitch,” he said. The moment Nahji opened his mouth, Verik yanked his head back and shoved his cock deep down the boy’s throat. Before they pierced him, Nahji would have been rock hard servicing a man like Verik, with a big cock stretching his mouth. The boy knew he would rape him and make him scream. He still wanted his cock. He couldn’t help it. Verik fucked Nahji’s mouth hard and fast, looking down at the whore’s soft red lips stretched tight around his driving cock. Being inside the boy’s hot mouth, seeing him on his knees, afraid, drove him wild with lust. “Hot bitch mouth,” Verik said, throwing his head back, humping the boy’s face. The sound of his hips slamming into the whore was loud in the darkness of the quiet room. Verik held the boy’s hair tight, fucking his face in a wild, sadistic rhythm, pounding the back of the boy’s throat. In the orange light of the single torch, he towered over the slaveboy, pumping his hips in long, hard strokes. Nahji took his deep strokes, moaning, even though it hurt him. He wanted a load so bad he could taste it. The boy would have |
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*Dies*