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I've not done more than a few lines, but a few of my favs to piss off friends are (mostly opening lines): To the tune of You're Still The One by Shania Twain Been Masturbating... Look how far i shot, my baby... Might have got in your eye.. We knew it'd get there some day. To the tune of Friends In Low Places by Garth Brooks: Blame it all on my root.. I fucked him in boots.. And ruined the sheets on the bed.

I hope this epilogue doesn't harm the original two chapters. I've been pondering this wrap up for a while. Six years is a lot of pondering. LOL. I just felt some glimpse into the future was needed. I hope you don't hate it. ============== Epilogue: The boy wakes up in his room, as the time delay lock on his door hums it’s opening tune. It has been 6 years since he signed away his identity. He has served his Master as best he could. He takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His body has fully belonged to the Master. He has taken no medication since the fuck flu hit him three weeks after submission. His gaunt frame would make his average cock look huge, had it not been for the cage. The boy ponders his time served. His Master has only allowed him to cum when he chose to see it, rarely more than once a week, sometimes not for longer intervals. The boy looks at the clock, and heads to the kitchen to prepare his Masters breakfast. Once this is is done, he carries the tray skillfully into his Master’s chambers. Something is not right. The Master has not awakened yet. The boy thought this highly unusual. “Master?” the boy says timidly, knowing punishment will come for speaking first. No response. Putting down the tray and approaching the bed, his eyes scan for any movement. Cautiously, he pulls back the covers. His Master lays motionless, seemingly undisturbed. In a nervous tone, the boy calls out again, “M..m..master?” Reaching out, the boy dares to touch his owner, recoiling almost immediately at the coolness he finds. The Master has passed away in his sleep. No more will he use his property. Looking around the boy finds the cabinet his Master had told him he was only allowed to open when the Master was deceased. Inside, he finds some files, with a note on top. *** Boy, If you are reading this, it must mean that I am no longer in this life. You have served me well over the past years. You have been named as my sole heir. It is up to you now to step up and continue the legacy that started with my own Master 10 years before me. I was once in your position. My Master passed his seed to me, and I have passed it to you. Now it is your turn to do the same. *** The boy, already in tears, fully breaks down. His heart is broken at the loss of his Master, that he has come to love. — Arrangements are made, the estate is settled. Upon returning home from the private service, the once boy surveys his once prison, now as the lord of the manor. Turning on the computer, he logs into a familiar profile on the site where he found his Master. There, he sees a 35 yr old showing nearby. It seems the guy has checked his profile out a few times, but has not made contact. A smirk plays on his face as he clicks to message the new boy, and begins the dialogue, fondly remembering his own course years ago. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hey, um, well i dont know about really doing it!" MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 48 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" The circle of life must continue. The chain will add a new link.

It was a great story until the boner-killing shemale. I enjoy your writing style, but anything fem is a full stop. No hate, just an honest personal preference in my feedback. Look forward to more chapters/stories by you, without that element.

Or....first moments of it, depending on point of view 😉

slurp!

well, it was a great story, until... well pussy has no place here, so you lost me, sorry. Total boner killer in an other wise hot tale.

no prep neg hole waiting

The upstairs @ the Phoenix is open 9pm "til ..." Wednesday to Sunday nights. It is not the same as it used to be but still some fun to be had. It's still dark, but the sling and glory hole half walls are gone. There's a bathroom off the dark corner (around behind the bar) with a piss trough.

In New Orleans here. Without VPN enabled, I get a 302 Redirect error. So your block is effective. --EDIT-- Checked on multiple devices just to be sure.

As a bottom, if i agree ahead of time "don't pull out no matter what," I fully expect to get bred. Guess that is where a safe word would be needed. Otherwise, you don't know where the RP ends and revoked consent begins. I've not been in the situation, but as a chaser, I know for a fact I've jerked off to fantasies of changing my mind at the last minute and cumming so hard imagining a toxic top breeding me anyway. I don't think you can really fault any top who breeds you as you say no at the last moment, unless you never gave consent to being bred to begin with. If we agree you won't cum inside BEFORE you are inside, then it is absolutely wrong to cum inside.

another hot story ruined by the appearance of a pussy. wtf.

Fortunately I came with "He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole." Had I not by then, Amy's return would have killed it for me. Sorry, not sorry. Women just ruin it for me. Up until then, great story! Keep it up!

I ask, because i want to know. Neg cocks just dont get me as horned up. LOL.

Damn, wish Daddy was getting ready to own me. I'm not into fisting and still was rock hard leaking as Daddy worked that hole. Oink oink!

Damn that's hot! Hit send already, cheater! Then knock up my neg butt with toxic poz nut!