Back Home

"To my house." Says Chris.

The man smile and thrust his hips a bit. Chris tries his best to make it to his house, but there is one thing on his mind. Stuffing that fat slab of meat down his throat, and his growling stomach doesn't help.

"Master? Are you ok? You're stomach seems to be in distress." The man asks.
"Who says distess?" Chris asks.
"Just came to mind." The man says softly.

Luckily, there isn't many people on the road back to Chris's house. Chris hastily parks in the garage and closes it as he gets his new **** for the day out of the back and leads him to the front room as he tells him to stay standing near the door to the garage. Chris goes to the kitchen and comes back with a sharp boxcutter.

"Uhhh, Master? What are you doing with that?" The man asks neveriously as Chris starts to head towards his dick with the boxcutter.

Chris ignors the man's fear and expertly frees the man's dick from it's leather prison and then drops the boxcutter and starts to engulf and swallow the man's dick.

"O, Master." The man says softly as he leans back on the doors and starts to trust his dick in and out of Chri's throat.

Chris stays balls deep down on the man's dick for a while then comes back up slowly sucking hard as he takes it out of his mouth. Chris starts to slowly remove the ball stretcher resting on the man's balls, and then licks and tugs lightly the ball sack with his teeth as he tries to get all the flavor of the sack. And then attacks the sides of the balls with his tonge, in a lustful daze. He then stares at the slimey dick covered in slobber and pre as more juices starts to come out slowly come out of the head. Chris then starts to lick the tip to propperly sample some of the man's musty strong salty flavored cum, and then lick up and down the dick to get any and all traces of juice on it.

"O Master, please, don't stop.... So close." The man says in a lust filled haze while closing his eyes.

The man must of been on edge the way his dick looked when Chris first met him and this is finishing him off. Chris then closes his eyes and slowly starts to put the tortured member back in his mouth. Twirling his it with his tongue and sucking hard as he replaces it back in his throat. Helped by the constant trust of the man's hips and Chris's arms wrapping around the man's huge muscled thighs to pull him closer.

"Maaasster.... Cuuum." The man stuggles to say as he gives one big finally thrust deep in Chris's mouth. Unleashing torrent after torrent of cum deep in Chris's throat. "Aaaarrgggg..." The mans says as he looses himself with each thrust into Chris's throat.

Chris swallows each wave of cum **** down his throat hungrily as he slowly recovers from his lust filled daze. And slowly moves his mouth off of the man's dick as he stucks on it, refusing to let go of it as he suck on the head as hard as he can when tring to get off of it. Then he takes one of his hands off of one of the man's thighs and slowly pumps any more cum stored in the dick, licking eagerly at anything that comes out. The man breathes heavily trying to regan his composure after the much need deep throating.

"I'm still hungry." Says Chris as he lets go of the man's dick but still holding on of his thighs and rubbing it feeling the muscle.
"So, am, I." Thr man pants.
"You stink." Chris says as he lets the man go and grabs the boxcutter.
"O.... Well, he did leave me there since late night yestersay." The man says.
"Uh." Chris says as he slowly starts to cut the leather cuffs off the man's ankles, then gets up to start on the harness.
"Thank you Master." The man says happily.
"Sigh. Wish I could of held off till I let you in the shower." Chris says as he finsih cutting off the harness. "So much red on all that white." Chris says as he rubs the man's chest. "How did he even get this thing on you." He says as he starts to cut off the leather cuffs on the man's wrist and help him out the leather mitts.
"Took a while, but he did. Hurted like mad too." The man says as he rubs his wrist and then his body. "Thank you for taking it off of me Master." The man says as he grabs Chris to put him in a bear hug.
"Nooo, problem." Chris says as he is being squeezed to ****.

After a while, the man puts Chris down and Chris gets a better look at him since he isn't just paying attention to hsi dick. The man seems to be in his 30's but his face looks rough. He might just look older than he really is. His eyes are green, and he has no facial hair. What little hair he has on his body matches well with his skin, but seems to be blond. With the bondage off of him, he seem to have grown twice his size. His body his huge pack with muscles and a layer of fat on his stomach, but Chris knows there is nothing but muscle in there after rubbing his head against while giving him a blow job. The man seems to be 6 feet and seems to be over twice the size Chris is. Chris is left to wonder how did he even get in the car or the through the door.

"Come lets go." Chris says as he grabs one of the man's hands.
"Hum?" The man asks.
"Shower." Chris says leading him to the bathroom.
"Together?" The man asks.
"Uless you don't want too." Chris says as they walk in the bathroom.
"Yay. Shower with Master." The man says as he bring Chris in another bear hug showering him with kisses.
"Ug, I so stink now." Chris sighs.