All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1651 - Chapter 1660

I was gagging a little with every thrust, and even though I was going slow, I could feel myself struggling slightly to take him. I wanted more of him -- I wanted him deep in my throat -- and I wished I could take it. Then Sam was gently taking my face in one hand, and guiding me."Relax your throat," he said. "Nice and easy ... nice and gentle ... breathe. Breathe, and relax. And then just slowly slide it in ..."I did as he said. I let my throat relax. And slowly, wonderfully, James' cock slid deeper and deeper into my throat.I moaned with pleasure. Just being able to take that cock inside me felt so, so good. James was moaning too."Oh yes," he groaned. "Good boy. That's a good little cock-sucking boy."My entire body seemed to blaze and tingle with pleasure at those words. All at once I knew that was what I wanted: to be a good little cock-sucking boy. Delirious with pleasure, I began to suck again, and now I was speeding up. My love of that cock filling my throat was making me su

So that was it. That was what being here meant. I had known it in my gut all along -- ever since Kirios had given me to James for the night, and told him to show me what life here was about. And now here I was, naked between two big, strong men, and there was no way out. They were going to fuck my tight, tender, virgin ass. They were going to fuck me as long as they wanted. And there was nothing I could do about it.But I didn't want out. Yes, I was terrified of how it would feel. But I knew that if they had thrown open the door right now, given me my clothes, and told me I could leave, I wouldn't have walked out.Somewhere deep down, I wanted to be used like this.James was looking at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, it's so cute how innocent you are," he said. "It's going to be such a treat to turn you into a dirty, obedient little boy-slut for us."I met his eye. "Is it going to hurt?" I asked, before I could stop myself."A little," said James mischievously. "But that's part of

When I first stirred in the warm bed, it took me a moment to realise why I felt so safe. I had grown so used to waking up in a state of tension and fear. Why did I feel so comfortable? And what was this warm, sugary, somehow dirty sense of delight that seemed to be curled up somewhere inside me?Then I registered the heavy, comforting arm that lay across my naked back as I nestled in the middle of the huge, soft bed. And it all came rushing back. With a jolt, the reality hit me, and for a moment I tensed. The arm draped possessively across me belonged to James. And James was the man who, last night, had fucked my virgin ass for the very first time. The memory of it made me shiver. The memory of everything else that had happened last night made me quail suddenly with nervous fear.I was in a closed, fortified community where boys like me were used as sex slaves by bigger, stronger, more dominant men. Men like James and Sam: tall, toned, confident, in control, and easily able to make me

The weight of him pressed down on me, and I felt the hard, wet tip of his cock brushing against my asshole. All at once I felt the fright come back: I remembered the pain, and the loss of control, and the pummelling hardness of a cock in my ass. I shivered violently."Um," I said uncertainly, and my voice sounded small and scared. "Maybe I should go take a shower first ..."Instantly, he put his hands on my upper arms and pinned me down, holding me in place. I heard him laugh, softly."Oh, you're going to take a shower, little boy," he told me. "After this, you and I are going to shower together. You're going to soap me up and scrub me down like a devoted little bitch. And then you're going to give me a long, sloppy shower blowjob. And maybe I'll make you drink my cum, or maybe I'll make you brace against the shower wall while I have some more fun in your slutty little ass."The tip of his cock pressed hard against my asshole."But first, I'm going to start my day by filling your ass

I looked back at James, feeling like I wanted to ask him something -- though I wasn't even clear what I wanted to say. But before I could speak, we both heard a noise.Echoing from the other side of the great courtyard, around the curve of the tower, came a long, heartfelt cry, half a scream and half a moan, with an intensity in it like I had never heard before.James' eyes lit up. "Come on," he told me. "This will be something valuable for you to see."He began to lead me along a path between small gardens and groves of trees, heading towards the sound. The cries had not stopped. The boy, whoever he was, was wailing and moaning like I had never heard anybody moan in my life. There was an anguished, overwhelming intensity in those noises, as though this were the sound of a pain or pleasure that could barely even be expressed.And then we rounded a corner, came out into a smaller courtyard, and I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw what was happening.In the centre of this courtyard sto