HOLDING

As Samuel obediently held his mouth open, his senses heightened by the taste of his master's seed, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and humiliation. With each passing moment, the warm liquid pooled in his mouth, mixing with his own saliva and forming a sticky concoction that threatened to overflow.

But Samuel remained resolute, his jaw aching from the strain of holding his mouth open as instructed. As the minutes ticked by, drool began to trickle from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his chest in a steady stream.

With each droplet that fell, Samuel felt a sense of shame wash over him, the physical manifestation of his submission to his master's will. But even as he endured the discomfort, he knew that he dare not falter – for in the twisted hierarchy of Thornwood Estate, obedience was paramount.

And so, for ten long minutes, Samuel remained in his position, his body trembling with exertion as he held his master's seed in his mouth. With each passing second, the mixture of saliva and seed dripped from his lips, coating his body in a glistening sheen of humiliation.

And as Alexander looked down upon him, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, Samuel couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over him.

But even as the drool continued to drip from his mouth, Samuel remained steadfast in his obedience, knowing that his only purpose in life was to serve his master – no matter the cost.