James, Freeze. You're A Blowjob Doll.

Upon hearing Sir's words, James immediately froze, kneeling in front of Sir, mouth slightly open, eyes focused on Sir's cock. Sir leered down at James, seeming to take a moment to examine his frozen himbo. 'I hope Sir uses me' James thought to himself, almost on a loop.

Sir squatted down in front of James and grabbed his face. Sir opened James' mouth wide, shaping the lips into an O, maneuvering James' head and neck so that his throat was aligned with his mouth. Nodding to himself, Sir stood back up. If James could move, he'd be stroking himself in anticipation of what he knew was coming.

As James hoped, Sir then stuck his dick into James' mouth. He frowned for a moment, then spoke. "James, shift your mouth and throat a bit so that you're all ready for your mouth to be fucked. Become perfect for that purpose." James didn't know what he did, but he did feel his body move and shift a bit, things changing inside his mouth and throat. Sir seemed happy, since his cock immediately twitched, and he started slowly fucking James' mouth. "Much better" he said.

James was so happy. Sir was fucking him. James knew he was hot. James felt hot and horny. James knew that Sir didn't want James to move, so James just felt hot, and didn't move. James could cum right now, if he could move. Sir's fucking was so hot. The taste was hot. The heat was hot. The feelings were hot. It's all hot.

"James, you're a good boy for me. I can't last, you've been so hot all day. You're going to swallow everything when I cum, then go back to being frozen."

James didn't move at all to acknowledge that he understood, but he didn't need to. Sir shuddered and came down James' throat, and James hungrily sucked down every drop, milking Sir's dick with his tongue in ways neither of them knew were possible. Soon, Sir was completely spent, and pulled out of James' mouth to shakily walk over to a couch, where he flopped down.