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Yes, Sir Michael had carefully written out his fantasy to his online Sir. Sitting at his computer wearing his black see through panties, some light makeup and lipstick and his leather wrist and ankle straps. His nipples, cock and balls were painfully aroused. His skin tingled as he read his words back to himself. It was a longtime fantasy, he admitted: to be taken unaware and brought to Sir's playroom. Used however Sir wanted; tied down, tied up, his body and mind surrendered to whatever wicked things would please his Sir's desires. So he was not completely surprised. He had just parked his car that night when the men jumped him. They bound his wrists behind his back, tugged a blindfold over his eyes, roughly shoved him into the back of the car and driven off. Not a word, but he knew what was happening. Sir had arranged to make his dream come true. He had no idea how long they'd driven around. When at last, they stopped he was again roughly pulled from the car and pushed against a door, pushed through an opening door, and then they were gone. He trembled listening to the car drive away quickly. He stumbled and fell to his knees, but he could already sense the presence of another man. “Sir?” he mumbled quietly and heard a low growling laugh in response. “Stand up,” came a command and he faltered upright. He felt strong fingers ripping his shirt open, buttons flying. The fingers firmly roamed over his chest and then cupped his genitals through his pants. “Mmmm, yes,” came the man's voice. It was deep, low, and raspy and sent chills through him. “Don't move,” he was told and then heard a metallic sound, clinking near him. He couldn't see them, but he heard and knew scissors were cutting away his shirt. He felt tugging at his pants, the belt undone, the zipper falling and then the scissors cutting his pants open. His panties were soaking wet by the time the man, Sir, tore them away and the strong fingers tugging and squeezing his cock and balls. “Oh, god, Sir!” Michael mumbled. He could feel the slickness as his precum cockhead and shaft were tightly caressed and stroked. “Is this for me,” Sir asked. Michael nodded. “Yes, Sir.”  |
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lucky sub mmmm
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It is always a pleasure to read about someone's dream come true!!!!
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