Pursue sex

"May I please touch Your cock, Master?" you say, knowing He will probably not understand you. But you know He will understand your deferential tone of voice, submissive posture, and the obedient look in your eyes. Hopefully He will eventually regain His understanding of language as well, but for now all He truly needs to know is that you accept His total control.

You gaze at His cock and reach your hand tentatively toward it.

"May I please touch Your cock, Master?"

He grabs your face in His huge hand and hauls you up, dragging you stumbling along as He moves back toward a smoothed log, where He sits down. He deposits you between His legs and looks down at you with curiosity, grunting as He nods at you.

Your hands trembling, you reach out and touch His long, thick, meaty cock. It feels incredibly heavy, and you notice thick veins running along it that you hadn't noticed before in your emotionally charged state. You heft it up with both hands and, wrapping both hands (it takes both hands) around it, slowly stroke from His base to His head.

He gasps and moans, and His body shudders. You feel His cock pulse and throb, and it starts to grow.

"****," He says, staring down at you intently. "Cock."

"Yes, Master," you say, and stroke Him again.

His eyes roll back in His head a little and He leans back, His penis getting even thicker and heavier as it starts to surge into full hardness.

You lean forward and lower yourself between His legs so that you can lay His cock along your face. With His heavy balls at your chin, the head of His cock rests somewhere above your eyebrows. Your own little cock is throbbing harder than ever as you look up at Him from the eye not obscured with His massive meat.

He looks down at you and at the sight of His own cock covering most of your face, He groans and grunts, His cock throbs harder, and He grabs the sides of your head.

It is clear that He is enjoying this, so you take the next step. You slip your tongue between your lips and lick the underbelly of His hardening dick from His root to His head. His whole body shudders.

And then it is as if some primal instinct overwhelms Him. He takes your head in His hands and aims your mouth, then rams you straight down onto His massive dick. There is no easing you into it--even though you have never done this before. He doesn't know that, and He wouldn't care if He did. All that matters to Him--and to you--is His pleasure.

His head pushes past the back of your throat and your body tries to make you gag as your airway is completely blocked by dick.

The animal instinct takes over and He thrusts Himself into your face as He pulls you forward, and with no warning He is fucking your face. It's hard, fast, and brutal.

His cock swells and hardens even more in your mouth, and all you can do is gasp for air whenever He pulls out of your throat enough for you to do so.

You cough up thick, glistening globs of saliva and throat slime all over Him, but this seems to drive Him to fuck you harder.

He is now smacking your head as He fucks you, and there is nothing gentle about it. He keeps His hands open--if He were punching you with the same **** that He's slapping you, He would probably knock you out. It still hurts like hell, but that only makes your own cock throb harder.

After a few minutes, He pulls you completely off His cock but keeps your head in His powerful grasp. He has a gleefully brutal, savage look in His eyes as He roars down at you. Then He hauls His hand back and slaps you hard across the face, knocking you sideways onto the ground.

He kneels and straddles you, grabbing your shoulders and forcefully flipping you onto your back to face Him, and He once again grabs your head and shoves Himself to the hilt down your throat.

Lights burst in your vision as He slams your head over and over into Himself, and then He shoves your head down onto the ground and plants Himself right over your face. His thighs pin your arms as He assaults your throat, pounding your skull into the jungle floor repeatedly as He fucks you.

You hear Him groaning and grunting in a way that you know means He is getting close to cumming. You wonder if He has ever felt this sensation before, and just the thought that maybe the first load He has ever blown will go down your throat makes you blow your own load again.

You feel His body quake, and then He roars like a wild, angry beast as He buries Himself all the way down your throat, and you feel Him explode inside you.

There is so much cum that although most of it shoots straight down your throat, some of it surges back up as He continues to pound away. It spurts around His dick and out of your mouth. Physically, the taste is strange to you; but psychologically, it is better than anything you have ever tasted before.

As He leans back, His massive cock slowly softening, you nuzzle into His groin, burying your nose in His balls, eagerly lapping cum off Him and swallowing it hungrily.

"Well done, Son," a deep male voice suddenly says, startling you terribly. Your heart pounds as your Master is standing up away from you. You look around to see another man, this one obviously older--perhaps in his forties. He is perhaps a little shorter than your Master, but he is just as muscular, and his dick is just as big--which you can tell because he is every bit as naked as your Master, though he is carrying a duffle bag with the strap slung across his chest. "You broke this one in record time."

"What?" you manage weakly.

"You speak when you're spoken to, ****," your Master says.

You swallow hard, your eyes wide, trying to make sense of what is happening. But you nod your understanding.

"I may want to keep this one for Myself, Dad," your Master says.

"Well, if you want to, of course. But he still needs to be processed like the others."

Processed? Like the others? You have a thousand questions, but all of them die in your throat as you look at your Master and see the dominant, greedy look in His eyes.

"I already came in him," your Master says, "and anything I cum in, I own."

"Like father, like son," the older Man says with a proud grin.

Anything I cum in, I own. You play the words back in your head as you taste His cum in your mouth and imagine you can still feel it trickling down your throat into your stomach.

"Get up," your Master barks at you.

"Yes, Master," you say quickly, and scramble to your feet.

Your Master's father drops the duffle bag and there is a heavy metallic clank.

"Open it," your Master orders.

"Yes, Master." You hasten to obey. Inside you find a metal collar attached to a length of chain, and a lock.

"Put on the collar, ****," Master's father orders.

You are trembling head to toe, and look fearfully at your Master.

"Do as he says," your Master tells you.

"Yes Master." You put on the collar, and then your Master's father takes the lock from the bag and locks your collar in place.

"You obey him like he's Me," your Master says. "If you do well, you'll be seeing Me again in a few days."

The older man picks up the chain attached to your collar and starts walking through the jungle. After a few minutes he reaches a rugged truck. He attaches your chain to a rail going across the back of the truck and orders you to climb into the back. You wordlessly obey.

After a few minutes of rugged driving through the jungle, the trees clear and the road smooths and as you gaze around, you see the truck approaching the high walls of some kind of huge compound.

The truck pauses and the gates open, then the truck drives through.

As it passes through the compound, you see armed male guards--naked except for the collars they wear. You see other naked men--all collared--carrying out various types of labor around the compound. Some of them are bruised and battered. Most of them have welts on their backs, and in the distance you can hear the unmistakable sounds of screaming and whips cracking.

The truck passes through another gate and after another minute or so, comes to a stop.

The older Man comes walking around to the back of the truck as two large, naked, collared men approach the back of the truck. One of them detaches your chain from the truck and roughly yanks on it, dragging you out of the truck.

"You are a ****, like every man here except Me and my Son," the older Man says. "All slaves must be processed the same way. Even slaves my Son has taken a personal liking to." He smirks, and you see the two slaves guarding you look surprised. "It is in your best interest to accept your status and completely submit to the processing. However, this once--and only this once--you will be given the opportunity to ask Me questions. Again, it is in your best interest to simply accept what I am telling you and submit. But I have found that for slaves of a certain type, things go better in the long run if we allow them to ask questions before they are processed. So, ****, which will it be?"

He is right--you have many, many questions. But He has also warned you twice that you would be better off simply submitting.

Which do you choose?