I could see a combination of wild excitement and fear in his face as I calmly and cruelly said "I could crush your balls and pop them like nuts in my hand," pausing before completing with "boy." He was powerless to move, not by physical restraint but completely under my control - appearing in a trance. It wasn't terror that made him mine, it was lust.

It begun a short time earlier as a chat on a hookup site, but it wasn't our first play - just the first when we would have more time than previously - enough time to allow him a glimpse into my darker side.

"Do as you have been instructed...boy."

Arrived - flashlight - suruptitiously. I had forgotten the light in the car - "remain here."

I don't know what was in the bag, it was never opened.

Truck play "You've got a very nice back boy" I wouldn't know, i've never seen pictures of it swat.

Backing up to him - responding with "Not necessarily"

"But, one of my other boys loves to fuck me. The first time he did he told me he didn't know if he would be allowed. He asked for permission to cum inside me."

"i've never been fucked by someone wearing jewelry," I observed to which he responded "That's hot."

I leaned forward onto the seat of the truck, just as he had earlier. Looking back over my right shoulder, I pointed to the folding chair next to the truck that I had set as a make shift table, and said "Grab that crisco...and, use plenty of it!" He liberally applied the grease to his ringed cock and swiped it onto my ass.

He came forward to mount, just as I had done. The ring and head of his leaking cock entering me slowly against my involuntary resistance. He had not packed crisco into me, but onto, and unsure how aggressively to continue, he paused. I took the opportunity for a bit of a repositioning, but this was not the time for this activity...I stepped forward, turning his back to the truck with me facing him. I squatted slightly reaching between my legs to feel my ass and said "I feel like i have a sloppy hole."

He said "You don't." I acknowledged that I knew I didn't, but the grease made it feel that way. I turned my back...pressing against him. He apologized for not fucking me...I just grinned and said "we're going to imagine that you raped my ass, and that it was left bleeding and dripping cum."

on he was authorized to he may have been

"Breed me" he requested from his position bent forward into the truck. I swatted his ass without reminding him that he had forgotten to add "Sir" to the request. But this was being forgiven by me - he had already demonstrated proper respect.

Leaning backward against the truck, I continued to enjoy my relentless torture of his cock and balls while I spoke to told him, giving him little time for any response other than to dance in pleasure and pain. "i'll breed you and own your hole boy....I believe I already may...Is that correct boy? I'm certain I do in fact own you boy. Have I not bred you before with my charged cum?"

With enough time for a "Yes Sir" I continued "I own many holes...breeding boys, as I do. Since I already own you, my toxic seed will not be foreign to your hole. When I breed a boy, he becomes mine and remains mine...always."

On the floor boy

I returned him to the place from which I had retrieved him. Exiting the vehicle he appropriately said "Thank you...Sir"