Making up your mind...

You woke up before your owner, who was laying cuddled against you snoring softly. Almost instantly you feel embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, as you realize that you should have tried to escape last night rather than have climbed into bed. You make a silent vow to yourself in that moment, that you would stop thinking about your comfort. That you would do whatever you had to do, to escape and go looking for your father. That was why you had left the safety of the bunker, why you out here in this strange wild world.

You had to harden up... the fact was this man cuddled so gently against you had made you his ****. Worse still he was planning to auction you off to the highest bidder, anyone could buy you and do whatever they wanted with you. Vylorun that furry mutant in the court yard had been right, Slavery was wrong... the school books and old holotapes back in the bunker had talked about that. Sadly you had never been much of a student, and so much of what you had learned has been lost.

You would have to harden up, do whatever it took to escape your captor. Even if it meant killing him at some point, suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by the gnawing hunger in your belly. You would need to survive, get stronger if you were going to overpower your owner. So as much as you hated the idea... you would have to do those things for him.

You could feel his big hard organ throbbing against your body, as he spooned with you on that broke down old bed. Turning your body around, you found your face pressed against his hair chest, slowly you slithered down his body. Pausing at one point to pull the loop of that leash over the corner of the mattress, so that you could get just a little lower. And then you reached over, nimble fingers freeing that long thick male organ. Filling the air under the blankets with your owners thick masculine musk, the smell is sharp and not at all to your liking. You shudder in disgust, bile raising into your throat at the thought of what you were planning to do. Swallowing hard you **** it back down, small hand gripping that thick male shaft stroking it slowly.

It really wasn't any different from stroking your brothers dick, well other that the sheer size of this one. That and the fact that your owner wasn't related to you, this wasn't two brothers tugging each other to experiment. Strangely the more to touch it, the more you stroke it the more your own small organ strains against the metal cage restraining it. Soon you are very uncomfortable, both physically as you trap organ struggles to stiffen. And mentally, because you are ashamed and horrified that touching his cock is making you sexually excited.

It takes every bit of your will power, but you bring the fat purple helmet to your mouth. Letting it rest against those soft full lip's, tongue slipping out to explore it slowly tasting salty sweat. Above you can hear your owner inhaling a bit deeper, he hasn't awaken though so you gently continue. Tongue tip pushing up under his heavy foreskin, as your soft hand drags that loose skin back as mush as it can. Your hot mouth engulfing that now denuded cock head, as your owner suddenly let out a deep exhale of pleasure.

“Heheh... I seem to recall someone sayin' 'I will not!'” Your owner taunts, making his gruff voice rise to a higher pitch to mimic your voice. “So your wantin' breakfast after all.” Dunik chuckles gruffly, rolling over onto his back as he props his head up on the pillow to watch.

You do your bests to ignore his teasing words, and not look up at his gloating face. As he just lays back letting you work, one hand resting on your back gently fondling your smooth skin. The next twenty minute are the most humiliating and disgusting of your young life, as at last that thick throbbing male organ released into your mouth. You swallow as fast as you can trying to keep from thinking about what it is... struggling to keep from being sick. “See that wasn't so bad... You'll start to enjoy it in time.” Dunik predicted with a smug grin, as he pulled your head off his spent organ. Smiling down at you as you lick those full red lip's, taking out a small bottle, he feeds you another of those small pink pills.