Danny has belonged to me for some time now. Our bond is strong and the roles we play in each other’s lives are mutually fulfilling. He relies on me to protect him and I derive great pleasure out of guiding him towards his true purpose in life. We are sexually compatible in an almost profound way. We are carnally addicted to each other. Naturally, he remains caged most of the time. I occasionally walk past and see those beautiful, trusting, obedient eyes, staring up at me – filled with a mixture of hope and gratitude. I find him utterly irresistible and almost always cave in to his charms and let him out to play. He responds so well to my touch. The moment my fingers make contact with his smooth, porcelain-like skin, he seems to enter some sort of ecstatic trance – almost as though I were a snake charmer or a hypnotist, pleasuring him into incapacitation. He never questions my orders. He’s a rare discovery in this respect. There’s no sense of him needing to challenge me as part of our dynamic. He knows he’s mine and that knowledge makes him feel alive. He certainly knows how to pleasure me orally. He savors my dick with every one of his senses, obeying my commands while peering up at me longingly with those huge, deep blue eyes. There is little more appealing to me than the moments we share in the early stages of intimacy. Time stands still. The air becomes heavy and almost seems to cradle us. We become aware of every rustle, every breath, every stifled gasp. Then we kiss. He tastes sweet, fresh. My fingers explore his hole, preparing him for deep, intense penetration. I sit on the ottoman and part my legs. He stands and turns his back. His hands tremble with excitement and terror as he guides my throbbing penis towards his hole. And then, so tentatively, he pushes himself back onto me… and we’re away. Locked together. Bonded. My body merging with his, my dick running over every available inch of internal flesh. The sensation of pure, beautiful, unadulterated pleasure rises through my body as he slowly rocks himself backward and forward. Sometimes I wrap my hand around his tiny waist so that I can pull him onto me with more force. Then I like to pull him back onto my body, so that he’s balanced on me, feet on my thighs, easing himself up and down, choosing the intensity and speed of his pleasure! The top of the boy’s head only comes up to my collar bone, so, when we stand kissing, the tip of my dick rubs against his nipples. I can pick him up and take his weight with no problem whatsoever – and this opens up so many possibilities for adventurous sexual positions! Ultimately, having him squatting on the table while I bang him from behind is where I’m at my happiest, rotating his testicles in my hands like a pair of baoding balls as I let my big dick sink in and out of him, pre-cum spewing from his ass and rolling down his thigh like drops of condensation on a window. At that moment, I grit my teeth and really let him have it. Giving in to the sweet inevitability of orgasm is the most beautiful moment in any sexual encounter. Up until then, you’ve always had to keep one foot on the break and your brain fully engaged. When the time comes, it’s about truly letting go in a way that happens rarely in life. For that final minute, you’re in a bestial frenzy. There is nothing else in the world but your dick and his hole and the supreme friction and energy which the two of you are generating. When you truly give into that mesmeric sensation – and I mean truly give into it – the end release can be utterly mind-blowing.
