As I lie on my bed, my head covered in a tight leather hood, a locked penis gag in my mouth, a locked leather collar, my chaps, and my boots on, I'm intoxicated by pleasure. I haven't even been touched, but I'm already dripping precum on my stomach.
I hear Sir moving around me, securing each wrist tightly to my head board, and as he climbs up on the bed, I feel his cock against mine, he pushes my right leg upwards, over my head, and ties the ropes from my knee area to the head board, holding it in position. He does the same with my left leg, and now I'm trussed up; exactly as he likes me for these evening play times.
"You comfortable boy?"
"Mmmyphhss Sphhrr," I grunt through my gag, nodding my head up and down.
"Good boy, all trussed up like a horny fuck pig, begging for Sir's cock and cum."
"Mmmmmm," I groan as he tugs each of my nipples, he's put on his leather gloves now. He was in his own chaps, body harness, and boots when we started, but as this hood doesn't have eyes, he could have changed, but usually he doesn't waste time on that.
I feel him get off the bed, and his moaning, and mumbling things to himself. The pressure of his body once again on the bed, "you ready for Sir's cock pig?"
I nod my head yes vigorously, needing to be used, needing to be fucked, and needing to be bred as his pig.
He scoots closer to me and I hear the familiar sound of the lube bottle as he prepares to push the thick cock he carries into my passage.
He positions himself just right and begins to push forwards, his head breaching my hole. I haven't been stretched out much, so it's a bit uncomfortable. I grunt and groan at the slow entry.
He reaches to my nose, "take a deep breath boy, I'm barely inside you."
I breathe the poppers in deeply, allowing my brain to relish in the endorphins, feeling my heart rate increase, and the pressure inside my hole subside as he slides slowly all the way to the base.
"That's right slut boy, take those in, get nice and toasty for me, I'm gonna be pounding this hole for a while. I already came once this morning, and it's going to take me a while to cum again, but I know you won't mind. You love being pounded, don't you boy?"
I nod my head yes as he pulls his cock all the way out of me, then pushing back inside me, "Damn slut, that hole is so fucking tight, but it won't be for long."
I feel him slowly pulling out of me, then pushing back in, milking my prostate every time his thick cock runs over it, the mushroom head filling me to the fullest.
His leather gloved hand covers my nose, the only breath hole I have, as he thrusts quickly, deeply into my hole, slowly removing oxygen from me and I feel as if I might just explode, the leaking precum oozing onto my stomach.
He lets my nose go, and I inhale deeply, and am met with poppers instead of air, and my brain flushes higher, and my hole relaxes more.
"That's right cum boy, take those poppers, I want you nice and loose, ready to squeeze every drop of Sir cum from my dick."
He reaches down, pushes his cock all the way into me, his balls resting on my crack, and grabs my cock and balls. He wraps one hand around the balls and tugs a little bit, and stroking the head at the same time.
"That driving you crazy boy? I can feel you writhing under me, but trapped, bound, helpless to do anything but get fucked."
I groan and moan through my gag, getting close to cumming.
"Not yet boy, no you don't," as he drops my cock, thrusting once again deep inside me.
"Okay boy, I'm ready to cum, I've had enough teasing, I'm going to give you a load now."
I don't have time to respond as he puts both hands around my thighs and begins his thrusting, his focused breathing, his deliberate movements to bring himself to climax. I don't recall how much time it takes him, but it could have been 5 minutes, could have been 50, not that it matters to me.
"Oh fuck, boy! I'm going to cum, you ready to feel my cum inside you boy?"
I nod yes, grunting, please Sir, breed me, use my hole.
