The boy was tied to the chair — wrists behind his back, ankles to the legs, blindfolded and breathing hard in anticipation. Master circled slowly, trailing a riding crop across the slave’s naked skin, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. The boy’s cock stood at full attention despite no stimulation, a testament to his conditioning — mere proximity to Master now triggered a full physical response. Master knelt between the spread thighs and examined his property. The boy’s shaft was flushed dark red, the head swollen and leaking a steady stream of clear fluid that pooled on the chair. Pathetic, Master murmured, wrapping his large hand around the base with practiced authority. The boy jerked in his restraints at the first touch. Master’s grip was vice-like and precise — he had mapped every nerve ending on this cock over months of training and knew exactly how to manipulate each one. He began stroking with mechanical efficiency, his strong hand pumping from base to tip in long deliberate pulls that made the boy’s entire body tense. Please, the slave begged behind the blindfold. Master responded by increasing speed, his grip tightening as he stroked vigorously, twisting at the head on each upstroke. The boy thrashed against his bonds, overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation with no ability to control pace or pressure. When Master finally granted permission to release, the boy exploded with volcanic force, his cock pulsing in Master’s unrelenting grip as rope after rope shot across his own chest.
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