Bitch-In-Town | Franz: Chapter One -- Vermin & Secrets
By Lord Whistle-Blower
"There Are Two Things That Lurk Within The Dark And Shadowy Places Of Our Fair City - Vermin And Secrets. I Shall Leave It To You, Dear Reader, As To Which Do The Most Harm."
This story does not take place in the dark ages. Not even in the past. Mostly it is not even the well-fabricated story that you would expect from Netflix and other tellers of fairytales. Nevertheless, let me tell you, dear Reader, it does not have to be a tall tale and still can be about a so-called fairy. Pardon my French. By now it is more common to use the word "bitch" or simply "bottom-sub".
Well, to get to the bottom of it. The bitch in town I am talking about is a very special one. His blond hair would create golden waves if they grew long enough. He has skin of milk-like appearance. His cheerful smile is best put to use with the cock of his Lord. Therefore, he became my boyfriend first and after discovering his submissive streak, he would also become the slave of his own hunger for being used and put to work in bed, but also outside of it. As long as my big cock was involved, he was simply happy. The name of this wonderful human being is Franz.
On this screen, you are able to join his ride on my cock. You do not have obtain a ticket. However, you do have to obtain details first. Since his body was exposed to me before his sensual secrets were, you could be certain that it took more than fucking him in his beautiful white ass to be aware of the way he truly wanted to be treated like. Dear reader, do not make the mistake to think all submissive men are alike. Yes, some want to be treated like a vermin. However, others want to be treated like a prince. A spoiled prince who has to be taught a lesson. Between a vermin and a prince lie about a million different naughty minds with their own ideas of being submissive to a dominant Alpha. Most of these kinks do not see the light of day. If at all, they are allowed an occasional masked appearance, as if they were a vigilante. Batman might have enjoyed his boys' night out with Robin, but he returned to his man-cave broken and bruised. Who do you think took take of his wounds of success afterwards? No one but himself. I would never do this to a beautiful specimen of manhood like Bruce Wayne. I would turn his secret cave into a place full of love and laughter. We would eat, drink and fuck and simply enjoy and explore the kinks we are eager to animate. These eccentric sexual preferences of Franz were still a secret to me in the beginning.
By every day that was passing, I learned more about him. By every night, we grew stronger as a couple. By every fuck we had, we trusted each other more. This was the key to become his Master: Time and Trust. Both were helping me to piece the clues together as I still do. Mostly because no person is ever fully discovered. We as a human being are like the ocean. Too deep and wide to be fully explored. Mystical and beautiful, but also dangerous and dependent on the way we are treated. We grow. We flow. We change. The thing is, if you are willing, you can do all this together. Grow. Flow. Even change.
Because I am willing to experience a change in our lives, I share this possibility of having fun with you, dear readers. The only question is: Will Franz join in on the adventure I am proposing?