Abdel and Tony Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Abdel and Tony Ch. 12

... master." He actually really liked me kicking him.

"Again!" master commanded me. I did as I was told.

"Thank you, master."

"Again!' I could do nothing but obey, crying as I kicked and kicked - about eight times - until the man blew his load all over the floor, having a pig's orgasm. Master untied him, told me to spit in the cum and made him lick it. After that, he told him to kiss our feet. It was the first time my feet were kissed and it was weird. I had always been the one doing that. It did not feel right.

Afterwards, the other clients, John, and I gathered in the bar. It felt strange to be dressed and sitting on a bar stool as we all drank. The client paid the extra £100 and gave a big tip, saying I was awesome. Master took the money and we went home together.

He asked me how it was and I shared with him, honestly, what I liked and what I did not. He laughed and looking at him, driving, I got hard. He looked and said he had to lock me up again but I begged him. I wanted him to trample me and hurt me. Master never kisses or touches me, but he does give me the pain I need. John couldn't.

When we got home, Master told me I had been a good boy and made him proud. He said I deserved a reward. I asked him to trample and stomp me good. He smiled, had ...

... me lie down naked on the floor, and stepped on my chest with his bare feet. His standing on me and looking down on me, making it hard to breathe, felt so good! He then walked to my belly and his feet sank in. It hurt more, but I wanted more. I begged him. He jumped a few times, knocking the air out of me. It felt like all my blood headed to my dick but he ignored it. I whimpered and he stood on my chest again.

He spat in my face, rubbed his feet in it, and made me lick. He walked all over me, even my face. I begged him to make me cum. He shoved my balls on my belly, using his foot to put pressure on it. He then stepped on them and that feeling was heavenly - that burning pain. He twisted his heels and he started wanking himself, just as I liked it. His feet were milking my balls... my member was rock hard. He pumped my balls with his feet, controlling me, not letting me shoot until he was ready.

He came all over my face. When he did, I heard his moans and couldn't hold it anymore. I finally released my load. It had been more than two weeks and I thought I might pass out from the pain and pleasure. I cleaned up and got him a drink. We then went to sleep, he on the bed, me in the cage, locked up with my balls still stinging. It felt so good..... I love my master.