It was quiet in my cage. Nothing but me and my thoughts. I had woken from my sleep, hearing the sound of Master Myles moving in the next room. He likes to keep me away. Out of sight until he needs me. It’s his prerogative and his right.
I don’t mind. I’m comfortable and warm, even though the only clothing I have is my sock and collar. The cage is big enough for me. I’m not that big.
I could hear Master Myles pacing around, moving as if he was stressed or listless. It’s become more and more common. He must be very important and have a lot on his mind. It’s in these moments where he needs to unwind and destress. And it’s in these moments he comes into this room--this playroom--and takes me out of my cage.
It’s easy. I know my role. He comes in, I rise to attention, he opens the cage, and he uses me as he needs to.
Today was no different. The handsome man walked in, carrying the look on his face that said he needed to be taken care of. He never smiled or showed any real affection. Just power and dominance. The most intimate thing about our time together is when I’m removing his clothes.
I slowly take off his shirt and pants, watching his beautiful, perfectly sculpted body become revealed. Even the act of removing his shoes and socks feels like a gentle intimacy. At least, compared to what else comes next.
With his hard cock out, he tells me to suck him. I do, of course, feeling his steely erection rest on my lips as it moves into my mouth. I know how he likes it. Slow, wet, and massaging. He wants to be worshipped, not just serviced. And that’s what I do.
But this time, I barely held his cock in my mouth, getting the tip and shaft wet before he told me to lie down on the bed, face down. It was unusual, but it was not my place to question. I was surprised when he moved on top of me, lifting his body over mine as his hard, wet cock hung down over my back and buttocks.
I felt the tip move between my cheeks, hovering above. My heart began to race. I knew what he was going to do, and I hoped I could handle it. My hole was not warmed up or stretched out. I had practiced taking big cocks, but this would be different.
He lowered his body down, slowly bringing his cock to meet my hole. The thick cock was hard and persistent, pressing against it firmly. It was not fast, but it was building up its pressure, testing the resistance of my ass. It went down deeper, harder, pushing the limits of my hole’s tightness. And then, it pushed through.
Pop! My master’s cock moved inside me, pushing deep into my hole. It didn’t hurt, but it was a shock. A sudden penetration that filled me. I felt my pulse in my neck, my chest got hot and I could feel the familiar feeling of intense arousal.
This man just needed to fuck. Fuck hard and deep. And he did not waste on time on pleasantries or foreplay. He didn’t need to. That’s not why he bought me. He bought me to be a hole. A sheath for his cock. A warm, tight place to pour his seed into. Without any doubts, restrictions, or reservations.
I trembled as he pounded his cock into me, each full-bodied push into my fragile frame shattering my prostate. My cock was rock hard, pressed between my belly and the bed, oozing out precum as he used me for his pleasure. It was intense, but it was incredibly hot. To be completely submissive to this man, to be his, to be owned and fucked… it was everything I ever wanted...