Page 76 of The Best Bad Decision

Master spanked me again.

I jerked, forcing his cock deeper into me and gasping as the dueling sensations rushed through me. The heat and stretch were different kinds of pain but they both had my cock trying to swell in the cage and lit up every nerve in me. “Please!”

Master laughed but as embarrassment and something else flooded through me, he thrust in hard and spanked me again at the same time.

Fire.

Somehow fire was pure pleasure and it whited out my brain.

When reality cleared enough to feel him deep inside me, his hands were stroking over my hips and the sides of my ass. “My sweet boy. That’s right. Let me hear it.”

Hear it?

Me.

Once I heard myself, the whines turned to moans, but that might’ve been because he finally started moving in me.

Master was in me.

He felt huge, but as he slowly thrust in and out of me, nothing had ever felt so good. I ached in ways I didn’t understand but that just made me want more and got even more desperate sounds from me. It was like watching myself from a distance and that just made the unreal feelings whirl through me stronger.

Master was fucking me.

Every thrust went faster until the pleasure built higher and higher like I was a balloon waiting to explode. Except instead of air, I was filled with Master and a frantic desire that was like nothing I’d ever felt.

Nothing he’d done before, not the plug…not his fingers, compared.

When it was all too much and too incredible, the room spun around us again and not even his spanks could hold me to the bed. I went flying and my too-filled body felt weightless as I whirled. Master seemed to love that even more, though.

He was far away, but I knew I’d hear him no matter where he was.

He was my Master.

“That’s right, baby. Tighter. Grip me tighter.” He moaned, so I must’ve obeyed. “Spread wider. I want to use this pretty ass. I’m going to fill you up, baby. You’re going to feel me for days.”

Promise.

That had to be a promise, but I could barely get moans out, much less questions.

“Yes, baby. I promise.” Master always kept his promise…even ones he just knew without my having to ask. “Days, baby. I’m going to fill you up.”

With his cum…he was going to fill me up with his cum as long as I was his good boy.

His good boy.

His good boy.

Obeying made me a good boy…and it had Master’s cock sending fireworks through me.

I was shaking and my cock couldn’t seem to decide if it was weightless or weighed a thousand pounds, but as my trapped orgasm barreled into me like a hurricane, the last thing I heard was Master’s cry as he filled me with his cum.

His promise.

I was his good boy…he promised…

Chapter 23

Casimir