It can be tricky separating the humanity from your property. You see a sweet set of eyes, an adorable face, and a small, tight body and you can forget sometimes that this isn’t a person. At least, not in the way we think of people.
Austin makes me very happy and I care for him deeply, but it would be irresponsible for me to confuse those feelings. He is my property. Bought and paid for. I own him and he is mine. And while soft, sweet sex is nice, I need to remind him (and myself) what our relationship is.
To this end, there are certain rules. One, when we’re eating, I eat first. He serves me, watches me eat, and takes my plate away. After this, he’s then allowed to be fed. Another rule is that he cannot speak unless I speak to him first. And even then, I explicitly have to ask for a response. But one that I think is most helpful is sleeping arrangements. I have my bed, warm and big. But Austin? I’ve been provided a cage for him to sleep him.
It’s plenty big enough for him to be comfortable, but it’s kept in a separate room, locked each night with a key that only I have. This sets the tone. This makes it clear. He begins every day with the sound of my key, and ends every day in the security of my control.
Last night I locked him up as usual, guiding him into the secure room. I felt a little horny, so I decided to use his body one more time before I turned in. Being that he’s mine, he has to do what I say. No objections.
He took of my clothes, worshipping my cock, looking up at me the whole time. Something about the way he looks at me, I can tell he’s not just obeying. He fears me and respects me. He sees me as his superior and master. He would do anything for me. And wants to. I’m not sure yet which part is the most thrilling.
Even as he had his mouth on my cock, I could feel it growing bigger and bigger inside his throat, pushing the walls further apart to make room for my manhood. He just obediently held me in place, pushing back watering eyes to continue to service me. Man, am I lucky.
Beside his cage is a bed of my own. I don’t sleep in it. It’s not for that purpose. It’s where I do my real work as a master and owner. I laid Austin down as easily as if he was a pillow. His small, delicate body seems to have no weigh at all. With him on his back, legs up, I penetrated him deeply and without ease. And like he was a personal sex toy, he took me.
Based on the sounds he made, it seemed like it hurt him a little. Maybe I was a rough. Certainly rougher than normal. But he laid there, legs up, ass open, and continued to take me as I pushed deeper and deeper. Even in moments of discomfort, he didn’t fight. Didn’t resist. Which only made me even harder.
As I said, it can be tricky separating the humanity from your property. Austin feels pleasure, for sure. He even feels pain. But the purpose of this kind of room–this kind of fuck–is to put that all aside. He’s mine. I own him. And I am entitled to use him as I see fit. No matter how rough, how hard.
Nothing gives me a good night’s sleep better than the full and complete pouring of my seed into his hole. And with a mouth on his mouth and my cock in his whole, I’m sure to sleep soundly…
