Novel & Cerita Gay Slave Training Video

They better pray I die in here else I would make sure they never see the light of another day. He stepped closer to the bed once more, his expression unreadable as he approached my restrained body. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do as I begged him to let me go, but he wouldn't, and soon he started to strip off his pants. I shivered in shock as I realized he was a gay man. "I don't do men. Please gay man, just let me go." I begged. "I'm not a gay man. I'm a gay Lord!" He corrected and dipped his fingers into my anus roughly about six times before I felt him penetrating really hard and roughly. At this point, I felt like I was about to die.

[Hart’s POV] "On your knees, pet," Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand. I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he had trained me to be.. He stepped closer. The sound of his zipper lowering was slow, deliberate, a torture all its own. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already throbbing with veins that pulsed against my lips as he fed it into my waiting mouth. I opened wide, eager, desperate. He pushed forward without mercy until the head hit the back of my throat and I gagged hard.

"Ayy, there's a handsome bodyguard named Ms. Vee. That's a waste." "Maybe sir is tired of hiring people who look like they are from another planet." Is this gurly talking about me? Suddenly another assistant came. "Stupid, don't wish for that. Don't you know? It's a gay yarn, guys, so shut your drooling mouth." "Is that gay? look at him, he's like Adonis--" "Ms. Vee might hear you ouyy!" They suddenly stopped talking when they saw Ms. Vee.

“I’ve always been plus-size, Ryan. You said you loved my body. You called me your goddess back then.” “That was before you stopped trying!” he shouted. “You sit at home making videos telling fat girls it’s okay to stay fat. Meanwhile I have to come home to this. No wonder I don’t touch you. Who wants to make love with someone who jiggles with every step?” Tears ran down my face. The argument grew hotter. We were both yelling now, faces close. “I’m trying!” I cried. “I hired a trainer like you wanted. I’m working out. But nothing is ever good enough for you. Maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe you’re sleeping with other women and that’s why you can’t even make love to your own wife!”

I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts. Jayden noticed my silence. “What do you think? Hot, right?” I hesitated, then the words just spilled out. “Yeah… I’ve always loved gay p**n too. Like, a lot.” He paused, then grinned wider. “No shit? Why didn’t you say something sooner, man?” He turned the volume up. On screen, the bottom was bent over, ass up, while the top slammed into him balls-deep. Wet slapping sounds filled the small room—the top’s heavy balls smacking against that stretched hole, the bottom whimpering and begging for more cock. “Fuck yes, ruin me,” the guy on screen moaned as cum started l

"It was just after my slavery started and Master gave me a task to perform. I had a seduce a sales clerk in a clothing store, licking her pussy and getting her to lick mine. If I couldn't seduce her to lick me, I had to wear a Slave Trainer all during our dinner out without any orgasms. If I seduced one into allowing me to lick her, I could have two orgasms, but only if I sucked Master off under the table to earn it. If she also licked me, I could have unlimited orgasms. I only earned the two orgasms so I was suffering quite a lot. Our waitress noted my suffering and asked for the reason. I told her I couldn't get a sales clerk to lick me. She offered to lick me herself if Master removed my

Gwen said. "You can ride in the front with me. The slaves can sit in the back. I have to admit I'm curious about you," I said. "Thank you." I escorted her out to our car, my slaves following behind. I helped her into the front seat. Julia and Lisa got in the back. Taking out the Slave Trainer, I told Lisa to put it on. "May I see it a moment before she puts it on?" Gwen asked. I handed it to her and Gwen inspected it. "I thought this was to prevent your slave from having orgasms. It looks like it would do the opposite," she said, fingering the penile projection.

The maids look puzzled, they have seen alot of things to day but this one was weird to them, they have never seen they master laugh like someone who is going nut. " what funny. Why are you laughing " I asked bitterly. " do you think they are going to believe. Everyone thinks am a gay. So they are not going to believe " he smirked which left me awe. I walked to me and dragged me by the hand, I tried to free myself from him but his grip was stronger. He pushed me to the wall and caged me between his hands. " let me go " I keep crying and struggling but he refuses. Seeing that he would let me go, I decided to find and alternative to escape. My eyes caught a vase by my side. I picked it up and s

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

When It counted to a hundred it finally opened and a series of videos were there. Chloe was scared seeing this, “Stop!” she yelped she never expected them to find videos. “Why?” I..” she was about to say something when Carrie didn’t listen to her and just clicked play. They were all speechless seeing the video played on Sarah's laptop, “Aiden is into human trafficking?” Sarah and Carie were both shocked. They felt disgusted by the video they watched, how girls were naked getting whipped and the same having a sex machine shoved inside of their cunt for pleasure.