Nice dick for an old man!

He came closer. Your heart racing.

“Suck it”, he demanded. You obeyed almost immediately.

Your hands grappled his shaft, and the thermal shock was enough to make Maester’s cock contract a little. Your cold fingers wrapped around it, you felt the enlarged veins (elixir’s effects) under your fingers, and you slowly opened your mouth. Your lust grew like a flame inside you, even though what you felt in your belly was cold. Your tongue lashed out and you delivered a good lick on the big cockhead.

You could listen to your heart beating in your chest.

You settled the thick glans in your lips and enjoyed the musk produced by the pre-cum that soaked the surface of your tongue. And then, you let more of it inside of your mouth, lips stretching around his cock. Your eyes closed due to the effort, tears rose to your eyes rapidly.

“No, don’t. Look at me”, The Maester placed two fingers under your chin and made you look up. His dick still tearing your mouth open little by little. “I want to look in your beautiful blue eyes while i turn you into a whore, boy”. All you did was obey, drunk by the virile masculinity from the old man in front of you. The taste in your mouth proved it was true, he was making you a whore. All you needed to do was obey and do your job.

“The difference being that whores are paid for that”, he said “you are more of a bitch right now”, Maester smiled to his own lewdness and fondled your black hair.

He compelled you to do a good job. Sinked your head slowly on his dick, sending that veiny shaft right into your throat. Your inside muscles took a little while to properly take him, and it was there that your body resistance ceased. Maester continued facefucking you, and the sound of gagging echoed through the whole chamber. He rarely let you breathe. You were in bliss, and all you cared about was taking care of the cock impaled in your face. At that point, even the end of your nose was dirty with spit. You were smearing drible all over yourself, some strings of it fell from your chin and splashed your nude chest.

“Hmm... you are good at this. One of the best things in the world is to fuck boys like you. Behaving like grown up men by they day, but actually, deep down, are little bitches that free themselves the moment they see an alpha male. A stronger male, a manlier male”, The Maester pushed your head delicately, and of pure lust, your lips chased for more, even as he held you, until you escaped the trance. The Maester shoved you in bed, you fell on your back, wide eyed for the sudden act from your dominator. “You know the difference between me and you?”, he asked, pulling your legs up, to his shoulders, and brought your hips closer, meeting his.

“That’s the difference”, he said, rubbing his cock on yours. The difference was quite absurd. Your prick was rock hard, pointing up, sweating and dribbling. His cock was glistening from your own drible, weighting over yours. It was bigger and thicker.

“The difference...?”, you asked, confused.

“Yes”, he hit your dick time and time again with his bigger one. “Although it doesn’t work anymore, my dick was made for reproduction. Can you tell the same about yours?”

“I... don’t know. I never...”

“You never fucked a woman?”

You denied with your head, blushing red as a pepper.

“Of course not. Look at your dick”, you looked “You were made for pleasure. To serve. To serve men, my dear Koby”.

You didn’t know how to answer to that. You felt small, in all meanings. You felt weak, dirty and useless. But his cock hit yours again. The Maester was rubbing his dick against yours, again. You smiled internally, you liked that. That lowness, dirtiness and humiliation were thrilling to you. It was your place! Your place was being subdued by a stronger man, was being the mistress of the men from The Wall.