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A WEEKEND SLAVE -- PART 2
by TY SHANNON
The quiet rattle of chains brought me immediately awake, and I
turned to look at my slave. He was lying on his stomach, facing the
wall, with his chained hands under the pillow. I gently placed my
hand on his beautiful ass and remembered the great scene we had
last night. My dick remembered, too, and began to stretch across my
stomach, causing the sheet to rise slightly.
But as I quietly caressed that wonderful ass, my cock was
responding. He was in chains and mine to do with as I pleased;
and his fantasy was to be raped over and over. My mind was busy
conjuring up ideas about scenes to put him through, till I finally
forced myself to decide what I was going to do -- right then.
I carefully slipped out of bed, with my cock standing up hard
as I contemplated his coming surprise. When we went to bed last
night his ankles were cuffed and chained together, and similarly for
his wrists; and his left ankle was fastened with a lock to the far
corner of the bed. Moving easily, I slid my hand under the sheet
and unclipped his right ankle from its connecting chain. Then I
slowly and gently eased the foot towards the near corner of the bed.
He stirred a little as his weight shifted, but I could tell from his
breathing that he was still sound asleep. Using the rope at the bed
corner, I tied the ankle so that his legs were now conveniently
spread wide.
Then I moved up onto the bed and very gently sat down near his
head. I just sat there for a few moments, listening to his
breathing. I froze, as he stirred and mumbled in his sleep -- but
he was just unconsciously adjusting to the position of his legs. By
lifting the corner of his pillow, I could see the lock holding his
right wrist to the chain. I carefully unlocked it, and then
extended the arm to the near corner of the bed and tied it there.
With him tied to three corners, I was almost there: I wanted
to get him completely tied before he woke up, but the other hand was
a problem. Since the far side of the bed was against the wall, I
couldn't just walk around the bed and tie him. So I had to lean
across him and do it -- unlock the other cuff, extend the hand
and tie it. I couldn't help jouncing the bed in the process, of
course, but aside from a little squirming around, he appeared not to
even notice. He must have been really whipped last night (so to
speak).
I stood up and slowly pulled the sheet down off the foot of the
bed. He was naked, and now spread-eagled on the bed on his stomach.
I just stood there and looked at his firm body, my cock beginning to
pulse in anticipation. His white ass showed starkly against his dark
Florida tan -- smooth and hairless, and rounded up nicely from his
trim waist. A chain was still circling his waist and rode snuggly
above his gorgeous ass. His studded collar gleamed in the morning
light. The muscles on his shoulders bunched a little from his arms
being stretched upwards, and his thighs were taut from being spread.
My dick was too hard to put my cock ring on, so I got out the
jar of grease and sat gently on the bed next to him. I didn't
bother with the rush; rape is what he wanted, and rape was what he
was going to get!
I reached over and began gently caressing his ass. He has
almost no hair on it, and I loved to feel it under my hand, since it
was really firm and rounded, not soft and mushy like some guys I've
hooked up with. But I didn't work it very hard, since I didn't want
him to wake up yet. I got some grease on my finger, and carefully
worked it into his asshole a little. He stirred, and turned his
face to the wall; but he didn't seem to waken. I applied a little
more, using two fingers this time, and figured that was enough.
Then I greased up my throbbing cock real well. Boy, was he going to
get a surprise!
I stood up and wiped the grease off my hand. It was time to
stop pussy-footing around, so I climbed onto the bed between his legs.
He started to stir a little, probably reacting at last to all the
motion. I saw one arm flex slightly, as he tried to shift around.
In other circumstances I would play with his asshole some more
before I put it to him, but not this time. I spread his ass cheeks
with one hand, and used the other hand to position my hard dick at
that tight brown button. I pushed slowly; then a quick, short
thrust and the head popped into his tight asshole. He grunted, and
his arms tensed. I paused. The muscles rippled in his back and
shoulders as he tried to move one hand, presumably to reach down and
take the pressure off his asshole; his head turned quickly to the
other side. I waited a moment, and then pushed some more, and my
dick slid in a little farther.
His eyes popped open. "Hey!" He was awake. I pushed in a
little farther. "What the fuck are you doing?!!" Both arms
tightened, and he started to struggle against the ropes, as he
realized his predicament.
"Shut up, slave!" I pushed hard, and got my hot dick most of
the way into him. He stiffened, and cringed against the invasion of
his body.
"Stop! It hurts!"
I pulled back just a little, waited for a moment, and then
thrust the rest of the way in, hard! My pubic hair ground against
his tight ass as he tried to reject the intrusion.
Then I lay down on his back, and just enjoyed the warmth and
tightness around my pulsing dick as his asshole tried to fight it.
"What's the matter, slave? Don't you like having it taken from
you?"
He struggled some more, and cursed softly under his breath.
"Careful, slave, or I'll get the strap." I could see the muscles
work in his back and arms as he pulled against the ropes.
I worked my cock around some, from side to side. I loved the
feel of his ass cheeks pressing against my abdomen, and the heat of
his asshole wrapped around my throbbing cock.
"Please, sir, my ass is still sore from last night."
This was probably a lie. At this point I expected he would
tell me anything to get me to stop. I just whispered in his ear,
"Too bad, slave." He struggled again, briefly, but realized that his
limbs were all securely tied; so he just relaxed. I ran my hands
over the muscles in his arms, and kissed his neck.
"You signed up to be a sex slave, Bob, so just lay there
and take it like a man."
"Fuck you!"
I quickly rose up on my knees and pulled my dick from his ass.
Then I started slapping his ass cheeks -- several times, on both
sides, hard! "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" His flesh bounced with
every stroke and started to turn pink. Then I thrust into him
again, roughly, as far as I could go.
"What did you say, slave?"
He was quiet for a moment, but then said softly, "Nothing,
sir."
"That's better." He was learning to play the game.
I massaged his back and neck some, and then his ass, squeezing
and mauling those beautiful globes. I could see my dick firmly
embedded in his ass. Then I started slowly stroking into him. I
knew he was a little pissed, and he just laid there, limp, while I
fucked him. I paused and caressed his ass again, and then fucked
some more. Then I worked my hand under his stomach and found his
dick, which was starting to get hard. He knew what that meant,
but he didn't say anything. I just smiled to myself.
As I continued the slow fucking, he started to respond, and
soon lifted his ass a little each time I thrust into him. Since I
just came a few hours ago, I was sure I could keep this up for quite
a while.
After a bit he asked, "Gimme a hit of rush, sir?"
"No." I kept fucking.
"Then use some more grease, please?" I was agreeable, so I
pulled out and worked some more grease into his asshole. Then I
pushed back in and fucked him some more.
I would like to keep this up for a long time, but I still had
to take a shower and get into work. So I slowly eased out from his
asshole. He moaned in his throat at the feeling of emptiness. I
untied his feet from the bed corners, and attached the ankle chain
between them. Then I lifted up on his waist. He knew what I was
after, so he pulled his knees up under him, so his beautiful ass was
thrust up in the air. I positioned my cock against his asshole
again. "What do you want, slave?"
"I want you to fuck me, sir."
I slapped his ass three times, sharply. "What do you say?"
"PLEASE fuck me, sir."
I thrust into him, hard, and banged against his ass. "Are you
a faggot, slave?"
"Yes, sir." Bob comes across as a real macho stud, and doesn't
like to admit that he's gay. But when he's getting fucked, he knows
what he is.
"Tell me, slave!"
"I'm your fucking faggot slave, sir."
"How do you want it, slave?"
"Hard."
"How hard?"
"PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR, AS HARD AS YOU CAN!"
So I slammed my cock into his ass several times, harshly.
"Like that, slave?"
"Don't stop, sir, please."
So I started fucking him good. I grabbed the chain about his
waist, so he wouldn't slide away from me. My body slapped against
his ass cheeks as I plunged in and out. We were both breathing
heavily. His face was forced down into the bed with every stroke,
and his muscles strained and he grunted each time I slammed against
him. I could hear the crisp "SLAP!" every time I hit bottom.
When I started to get close, I told him, "Get ready for it,
slave. Here it comes."
He was responding now on every stroke. "Unnnnh!... Fuck
me!... Fuck me!... Yeah!... Fuck me!" I pounded into him as deep
as I could, faster and harder -- and then I was there! My come shot
into his hot ass! I kept stroking, and he kept moaning, "Fuck me! ...
Fuck me!" And I spurted into him, again and again.
Finally, when I was drained and out of breath, I had to stop.
I leaned forward against his back and put my arms about him, the
sweat running down over his tight body. I stayed there quietly for
a couple minutes.
"Not bad, slave."
I saw him smile. "Fuck you ... sir." I just chuckled.
I pulled out and went into the bathroom for a quick shower and
shave. When I came back into the bedroom, I started getting
dressed. He looked up at me: "Ain't you gonna to get me off,
sir?"
"Nope. I don't have time." I continued dressing.
"Well, can I at least go take a leak?"
"Yes, you'd better, because you're going to stay chained to the
bed while I'm at work." He gave me a funny look, but didn't say
anything. I untied his wrists from the bed and locked the wrist
chain back on him, and he headed for the bathroom. The ankle chain
rattled on the floor as he went.
When he returned, I had finished dressing. He obediently got
back in bed and I locked his ankle to the foot of the bed again. I
went out to the kitchen and fixed some toast for my breakfast. When
I was through I took a glass of juice back to him. Then I leaned
down and kissed him briefly. "Go back to sleep, slave. I want you
ready for me when I get home this noon." Then I went to work.
Fortunately it was Saturday, and I only had to work a half-day.
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It was almost 12:30 when I got home. I opened the door and
stepped inside -- and listened. No sounds. I walked back to the
bedroom and looked in. He was still chained to the bed and
apparently asleep, so I went back into the front room. I was a
little leery about leaving him in the house alone, for fear he might
figure out some way to get loose. I was sure he tried, but
clearly it didn't work.
I sat down and read the paper. I heard him turn in the bed
once in a while, and the chains clinked softly as he moved. But I
just left him alone.
Finally, when I was through with the paper, I was getting
hungry. So I went back to the bedroom and looked at him. I was not
sure he was awake, but I just stood there, enjoying the view of his
naked body. Pretty soon he turned his head to look up at me, and
kind of smiled. He asked, "What's to eat?"
"Bacon and eggs -- as soon as you get up and cook them."
"You had your fun this morning. Do I gotta do the cooking
around here, too?"
"That's right. The slave does all the work around here."
Now that he was awake, I went ahead and changed my clothes,
while he laid there, naked, watching. Then I sat on the bed,
unlocked one wrist, slid the wrist chain back through the chain
about his waist, and locked the wrist again. This allowed him some
use of his hands, but kept him well under control. Then I unlocked
his ankle from the corner of the bed and told him to stand up. I
had him bend over and shoved a butt plug into his ass. Then we went
out into the front room, with his ankle chain dragging on the floor.
I told him, "You know where everything is -- I want my eggs
scrambled. And don't make a mess, since you'll have to clean it
up." He made a face and muttered under his breath, but started
fixing things.
I sat down and turned on the TV. He knew how to cook, so I was
not worried about the food. When it was ready, he brought it over
to the table and we ate. We were both starved.
When we were through, we took the dishes over to the sink, and
I told him, "OK, slave. Now do the dishes." There were about three
days worth to be done, but since I lived alone that was not very
many.
He got a big smile on his face and said, "You know I don't
do dishes, and I don't do windows."
That had been a running joke with us when he was living here.
But I had expected something like that and I was ready for him. I
grabbed him quickly, spun him around, and shoved his head down over
the counter. I held his head down with one hand and picked up the
belt from last night with the other. I gave him several smart
strokes with it on the ass, and then dropped it and shoved roughly
on his butt plug several times. I continued to hold his head down,
and said, "Who's in charge around here, slave?"
He winced, and replied, "You are, sir."
"Then when I tell you to do something, you do it! Right?"
"Yes, sir."
"I can't hear you, slave."
"YES, SIR!!!"
"That's better. Now do the dishes, and hurry up about it. I
may get pissed."
He was not happy about it, but he started in. As I sat and
watched, I saw that the chains kind of got in the way, but he
managed alright. I really enjoyed the view of his naked body as he
moved around the kitchen.
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When he was through, we had a beer and sat around and talked
for a bit, and watched TV some. But there was nothing to watch on
the tube during the daytime but trash. It was a gorgeous day out,
sunny with a bright blue sky. Through the sliding glass door in the
front room we could look across the back deck and see the woods, which
stretched away for a couple miles, since my house is out in the
country a ways. There were a few old logging roads that ran through
the area, but there was seldom anyone around there except during the
Fall hunting season.
Watching Bob sitting there in the chair, naked and in chains,
gave me an inspiration. I went back into the bedroom and put my
cock ring on. Then I came back and turned off the TV. "Come on,
slave, we're going for a walk in the woods."
He looked up at me sharply. "Fuck you. You're not gonna
get me outside looking like this!"
I laughed. "Easy, buddy. I don't want the world to see you
like that, either."
I removed the chain from between his ankles, but left the cuffs
on. Then I let him put on a pair of jeans and some tennis shoes.
He asked to have the butt plug removed, but I refused. I liked the
idea of him walking around with it stuck up his ass.
He also wanted the wrist chain removed, but I told him, "No
way. You are still a slave and you're going to stay that way." The
wrist chain was still threaded through his waist chain and locked to
his wrists. By draping a long shirt over his shoulders and
buttoning it down the front, the chains were hidden from view. But
I told him that as soon as we got down into the woods a ways, the
shirt was coming off.
I've done quite a bit of backpacking, and had a small fanny
pack that belts around the waist and rides just above the ass. I
put a few ropes and things into it and fastened it on his waist.
Then we headed out the door and back into the woods.
The woods here were mostly hardwoods, so they were fairly tall
and the underbrush was not too thick. With a little care we could
pick our way through without a lot of hassles. After about a
hundred yards we came to one of the old dirt logging roads, angling off
to our right. I took the shirt off him and stuffed it into the
small pack. Even though he was wearing jeans, he was still wearing
his slave collar, and the waist chain showed just above his jeans.
The wrist chain didn't quite allow his arms to swing naturally, so
he had to kind of hold his hands by his waist. I looked at him
briefly and felt my cock throb, but we moved off down the road.
We walked for quite a ways, talking occasionally, and once in a
while stopped to look at something or listen. But I had things in
mind to do to him, and I didn't want to be right out there in the
road; so I struck off into the woods up a small hill. As we worked
our way down the other side of the hill, he bitched some because the
chains were heavy and kept catching in the brush; but I ignored
him. I was looking for a good place to tie him up and work on him.
Shortly I found a place that looked like it should work fine.
The brush wasn't too thick, and there was a good tree with no
branches in the way, and a fallen log resting against it. We
stopped, and I had him put down the pack. Then I told him to remove
his clothes. He hesitated for a moment, but he knew we didn't come
out here just for the walk. He sat down on the log and removed his
shoes, and then slipped off his jeans. It was a struggle with his
wrists chained like they were, but he managed. I directed him to
move over and sit with his back against the tree. He started to
complain about sitting on the log with the butt plug in his ass, but
I just told him to shut up. He wiggled his ass a little to get it
as comfortable as possible, and I smiled.
I opened the pack and took out some pieces of rope. I made
sure his back was tight against the tree, and then used a long rope
to go around his chest several times, just above the nipples, and
tied it tightly to the tree. I unlocked his left hand and pulled it
back behind the tree. Then I tied a short rope to the cuff, brought
it on around the tree, and tied it to his waist chain. I did the
same with the other hand, so his arms were crossed behind the tree
trunk. Then I spread his legs and used ropes to tie them to
separate trees. I made sure they were stretched tight, and spread
far enough apart that he winced when I tightened the rope. His cock
and balls laid there on the log; and I could see his cock start to
lengthen in anticipation of where this scene was going. The muscles
stood out in his thighs from the tension; I would have to be careful
not to leave him like this too long.
I moved up and stood directly in front of him, between his
outstretched legs. I reached down and mussed his hair. "You're
beautiful, slave."
He wanted to make some retort, but by now he knew better.
"Thank you, Sir."
I tested the rope around his chest, and liked the indentation
it made in his flesh. I fingered his left nipple some, and then
squeezed it -- hard. He flinched, but didn't make a sound. I did
the same to the other nipple, and pulled it away from his chest, as
far as it would go. Then I let go, and stepped back.
By now my cock was getting pretty hard. I unfastened my pants
and let them drop to my knees, and then stepped up to him again and
leaned towards his face. With one hand I supported myself on the
tree trunk, and with the other I grasped my hot dick and started
wiping it across his face -- his cheeks, nose, and lips. A little
pre-cum smeared onto his cheek, but he didn't notice. Then I
positioned it on his lips and held it there. His eyes were closed.
I pushed a little against his mouth, but he didn't take it. I
slapped it against his cheeks a few times. He opened his eyes and
looked up at me. I pulled back a little and told him, "Look at it,
slave, and kiss it!" He hesitated, but finally dropped his eyes to
focus on my throbbing cock. He looked at it for several moments,
and eventually stretched his neck forward so that he could kiss it,
lightly, several times. His tongue came out and licked at it,
around the head and into the slit. "Now take it." I put the head
back against his lips. He resisted momentarily, but then let his
lips part and I slid the head into his mouth.
I just left it there, and told him, "Use your tongue." He knew
what I meant. He closed his eyes, and I felt his tongue start to
swirl around the head of my dick. I let him do it for a bit, and
then slowly slid it further into his mouth. I loved the warm, moist
feel of it encased in his mouth. I looked down at him, naked and
bound to the tree, and suddenly got an uncontrollable urge! I
thrust it in as far as I could. He didn't know how to deep throat
so he couldn't take it all. Then I started roughly fucking his
mouth! I stroked quickly and harshly, forcing my cock head to the
back of his throat on every stroke! I fucked furiously -- 8 -- 10
-- 12 times! He choked and gagged, and tears welled up in his eyes!
I poked into his mouth several more times -- and then quickly pulled
it out. He coughed, but shortly calmed down.
"How do you like that, slave?" He just looked up into my eyes.
I knew what he would like to say, but he restrained himself.
"Consider yourself lucky, slave, that I don't rape you like that all
the time."
My dick was hard as a rock, of course. I slid it back into his
mouth, gently, and stroked into him for several minutes. But when
I started to get close I stopped, and pulled it out. That would be
too quick.
I pulled my pants back up and fastened them, but left my hard
cock sticking out through the fly. I decided that I wasn't going to
do anything for him this trip; I would make him do it all. I
reached down and untied his right hand. I had tied his hands
separately on purpose, so that he could have one hand free. "Start
playing with yourself, slave." I stood and watched as he fondled his
balls and began to stroke his dick. It wasn't very hard, and didn't
seem to want to get there. So I stepped forward again and slid my
exposed cock into his mouth. He sucked on it as he played with
himself, and soon his dick was nice and hard.
I really thought that was kind of funny. He loved to get
fucked, but didn't stay hard while it was happening; and while he
usually didn't like to give head, his cock was always hard as a rock
while he did it.
I stepped back again and watched him play with himself. I
wished I had brought a camera with me.
I reached into the pack and brought out a couple of nipple
clips. He looked at them: "What are them things?" He had been
blindfolded when I used them on him last night.
"Don't ask questions, slave." With one hand I pulled and
tweaked his left nipple, to get it a little harder. Then I
carefully attached one of the clips.
His face screwed up from the pain. "UUUUUNNNNNHHH! That
hurts! Take it off --- Sir!"
"Shut up, slave! You'll enjoy it later. You had them on last night."
In the same way, I put a clip on his other nipple. I could hear the
breath hiss through his teeth, and see his chest squirm to the sensations
-- but he refused to cry out. I stood and looked at him for a few
moments, and could see a light film of sweat on his brow.
When he had calmed down a little, I reached out and flipped
the clips a few times.
"OOOOOOHHH! That's too much, sir!" I didn't say anything; his
cock was still nice and hard..
Using my knife, I cut a small switch from the nearby brush. I
stripped off all the leaves except the last few at the end. He
watched me approach as he continued to stroke his cock. I moved to
his left and began switching his chest and stomach. The leaves
cushioned the impact, of course, so it didn't hurt much. But each
time he reacted to the switch, the clips flopped on his nipples. He
closed his eyes and began to enjoy the sensations. I switched his
exposed inner thighs, and one of the leaves broke off. A few
strokes on his dick and a couple to his balls, and I could hear the
sharp intake of his breath -- but he kept pulling on his meat. Three
hard lashes, right across the nipple clips! He groaned and the
remaining leaves came off the switch. Now it would really sting! I
applied the switch to his stomach, and to his thighs again, but hard
and swift. "SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! SNICK!" He cried out softly,
but stroked his dick faster. Pink stripes showed through his tan,
where the switch landed.
It looked like he might be getting close, so I told him to
stop. He seemed not to hear me, so I grabbed his hand and pulled it
free from his cock.
He looked up at me in surprise; "Hey! What'd you do that
for?"
"Shut up, slave. I come first."
I stepped in between his legs and dropped my pants again.
"Start playing with it, slave." He reached up with his free hand
and circled my throbbing dick with his fingers, and started stroking
it slowly, back and forth. I let him do that for a while, and then
told him, "Suck it some, to get it slicked up." He stretched his head
forward, and I leaned into him so my cock could slide into his mouth.
I thrust into him several times and then pulled back out. I didn't
have to tell him what to do -- he grasped it again and played with
it some more. But it soon started to dry out, so I told him to
slick up his hand. He used his tongue to cover his whole palm with
thick saliva, and then resumed stroking my dick. I told him,
"All the way down, and all the way up over the head." He did as
he was told -- that was much better.
The sensations were great, and I told him, "Don't stop." I
looked down at his bound and naked figure while he played with me,
and that made me get even closer. I leaned in towards his face a
little more, so my dick was pointed right at his nose. "Slick up
your hand again, slave." He did. "Now go for it, and don't stop
till I tell you to." He started stroking it but realized my come
would splatter all over his face, and tried to turn his face away.
"No, you don't." I grasped both sides of his head and held it
firmly, facing my pounding cock. He closed his eyes and worked with
his hand -- faster. I was breathing harder, and told him, "Do it,
Bob! Do it!" His slippery hand oumped my cock -- closer and
closer -- till I came! The first huge spurt splashed on his upper
lip! It spurted again! And again! Then a final spurt, on his
cheek, just below his eye. I watched the cum slowly ooze down his
face as he continued to stroke me. Finally I told him to stop.
He slowly released my cock. I wiped the tip of it against his
chin and stepped back. He used his hand to wipe the come off his
mouth, and then looked for a place to wipe his hand. "Wipe it on
your chest, slave." He made a face, but did.
"Wipe my face off, sir?"
"No. You can take a shower when we get back to the house."
I stepped back and fixed my pants, and then picked up the
switch. "Now do yourself, slave." His cock was still hard, and he
began to stroke it. "Slick it up, slave."
He raised his hand to his mouth, but then realized that it was
still coated with my come. "Please,sir ..."
I brought the switch down sharply, right across his hard cock.
His whole body jerked to the sudden impact, and the clips on his
nipples bounced! His face showed the pain, but he quickly licked
over his hand and resumed stroking his dick. I watched as he played
with himself, occasionally using the switch on his chest and thighs.
He was breathing heavily now, and he closed his eyes and stroked it
faster. I could see his balls tightening up as he got close, so I
laid two cuts on the nipple clips, and then one good stroke right on
his balls. He cried out, but kept stroking. Several more lashes on
his sensitive inner thighs, and he came! He spurted over and over,
his cum flying all over the ground and onto his spread thighs.
He milked his softening cock a few times, and just sat there to
rest. After a bit he opened his eyes, and carefully wiped his hand
on his stomach. He knew better than to ask for anything else. He
moaned in his throat as the sensations at his nipples returned to
real pain. I removed one clip and massaged the nipple gently, and
then did the same for the other.
"Ooooohhh! Thank you, sir."
I sat down next to him on the log, and we talked a little.
Then I untied his legs and he gingerly pulled them back in, and
flexed them a few times. The muscles were stiff from being
stretched for so long. Pink stripes showed on his thighs and stomach
where the switch struck him, and I could see the dried cum on his
face, which made me smile. I locked his hands back to the wrist chain
and removed the rest of the ropes.
I put the ropes and clips back in the pack and picked up his
jeans. "Come on, slave, we have to get back." He stood up and
stretched.
"Gimme my jeans, please, sir?"
"Not yet. You can have them when we get back near the road. I
want to watch you walking through the woods, naked and in chains."
He stuck his tongue out at me and gave his usual, "Fuck you ... Sir."
But he smiled. He knew his body turned me on, and he kind of enjoyed
that.
He put on his sneakers and picked up the pack. I let him go
first as we headed back up the hill. He went fairly slowly, since
he didn't have any pants to protect him from the brush. I just
stopped from time to time and watched his ass wiggle as he worked
his way along. I loved the white of his ass against his tan, and
the sight of his chains. The butt plug showed clearly in the crack
of his ass.
When we got to the road, I reluctantly returned his jeans. He
put them on and I covered him with the shirt,and we headed back to the
house. He was my slave for another 24 hours yet, and I still had lots
of things I wanted to do to him.