Author: ccallenreese
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“Oh my, I deeply apologize for shooting your slave in the ass with an arrow young sir. I thought you were in dire peril. I didn’t realize those screams were of another natu…. What’s that? He enjoys pain? …Um. …..You’re welcome then.” The hunter then turns and walks back to the dinghy, a thoroughly confused…
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“I’m sorry were you saying something? I don’t care, you’re boring me. Suck my cock already, I’ve had too much champagne and want to sleep soon.”
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“Now as you can see here, this faggot is already hard – it doesn’t take much for them – but sadly he probably hasn’t been milked properly once in his entire life. However, this boy was smart enough to put it in the hands of a real man, so I’m going to show him what…
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I pause from scribbling in a notebook balanced on my folded legs and lift my head to stare at Jack owlishly. He’s watching me write which instantly makes me self-conscious. I rest my pen and let my gaze slide over Jake’s young body. He’s burnt out, worn down to the bone. We’re just over halfway…
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He may be dumb as a bag of hammers, but he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Where on earth did Sir Alastair find him? His eyes are so blue I almost expected them to be reflective. God, I can’t keep my eyes off his penis… it’s just…it’s beautiful. It’s liked he just walked out…
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It had been five weeks since we met on Recon, four weeks since we met in the coffee shop. Master Brodrick was a master of the mental mind-fuck. He made it seem like it’d only be three or four days before he executed our agreement… but then a week passed. Then two. I became jumpy,…
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Does that feel good, my cock in your pussy? Ah yes, groan for me, let me hear you whine as you adjust me to me. [thrust] You’ve been my intern for six months…six months of lunch runs [thrust], coffee breaks [thrust], and blow jobs under my desk [thrust] . Phone conferences have been so much…
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“No, baby, stop touching it. You gave your body over to me for discipline training remember? No no, don’t drag it on the carpet! There, good. Focus on your ass. Arch your back like …that, yes, you’re fucking gorgeous. … Stop touching it! You really have no self-control, do you? Hm. You know, I think…