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The Bitch and His Sir 4/5 -- Ownership
He had to demonstrate to the other men that he owned the bitch. He had to do that before he could pimp him out.
Sir knew how to achieve his fantasy: not just abusing the bitch to extremes -- maybe a little of that -- but more about giving him what he wanted that he didn't know he wanted, in front of other men, who would watch impressed and envious.
Together, Sir and Bitch would reveal how proud they were of each other, one by abuse, the other by acceptance. All the time sending signals of trust and love with every slap and spit and penetration.
Only then could Sir give away the bitch to be used -- and watch with pride how he made another's man fantasy become unbelievably true.
Sir brought the bitch into the centre of the circle, an overhead light shadowing every muscle into sculpture.
"Look at my bitch," said Sir to the others. "A bodybuilder. To the world, a man of power. But you get to see him as the faggot pig he really is. Better yet, you get to use him."
No one made a move. Sir had to choose.
"He yours," Sir said to the man he selected for the first round, a man at once shy and lustful. "Go play him, Wei. But listen to the bitch. He will tell you how to make him moan."
The bitch took the cue. He left the side of his Sir to step across the circle to face the intimidated man.
"I'm yours," affirmed the bitch to Wei. "My Sir wants to see me used. Permit me to show you how to turn a man like me into a fucktoy.
First, please, take hold of my cock in your hand. Embrace but don't stroke. Just feel how it swells when you touch my nips."
Wei made a move to twist a nip worked to prominence by a Sir who during playtime rarely let it go.
"Please, sir, just stroke my nip, just a gentle stroke. Even though my Sir tortures them until I'm in pain, they're still so sensitive. All it takes is a stroke."
And with a stroke, Wei could feel the bitch's cock start to swell in his hand. With each stroke to the nip, the dick got a little harder, and the bitch began to moan a little louder.
As the cock swole to hardness, the urge to stroke it was irresistible. And not resisted. Both men began to move in time with each other through their hips and hands, engaged in a mutual fuck dance.
The bitch looked into the shadows to find his Sir, to see whether he was approving.
The look on Sir's face was cold, his eyes contemptuous, even cruel.
Perfect, thought the bitch. His Sir was getting exactly what he wanted -- his bitch on full sexual display.
Time to amp it up.