Novel & Cerita Gay Slave Training Video

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I scream into my own forearm as the first orgasm rips through me, thighs clamping around his head, heels digging into his back. He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, spins the chair around. “Bend over it.” I fold myself over the leather seat, palms flat on the cool mahogany, ass up. He flips my skirt higher, rips the thong clean off. “Advanced glute training,” he says, voice rough. “You ready?” I nod, breathless. “Yes, Sir.” He spits on my asshole, works one thick finger in, then two, scissoring until I’m pushing back, begging.

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The bastards snicker and give each other sly looks as they watch the video. My anger rises, and I begin to struggle in my restraints. “You sick, perverted assholes!” The man pulls the tablet back, shutting it down. One of the men takes the tablet, winking and leering at me craftily. I want to rip the knowing smirk on his face. The man who showed me the tablet moves back to my line of vision. He stands before me putting his hands on his back. “Did you like the video Jelena? I have to say to someone so young, you are very well taught in the art of oral pleasures.” The other men laugh mockingly at his words. He gives me a knowing grin placing his hand on my knee. “Now…as I was saying. How long

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{Training} - Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as she wishes, learning to present myself as a submissive full of poise, grace, and beauty in public and private, learning protocols and rituals throughout this contract on an as-needed basis; any other training activities as Khali Luciano deems fit. {Orgasm Control}

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In fact, his hand just hurts. Maybe this was a bad idea. He's about to close the tab, but one video catches his eyes. Gay porno. His hand is clicking the video before he can process if it's okay to play this or not. Well, the answer is: it's fine. He's glad he did actually. This is way better than the first video he watched. His heart is beating erratically as he watches the two guys kiss and stroke each other's dicks. "Mm..." Gold grips on the bedsheet, throwing the bottle of soju on the floor. The feminine guy in the video forces the masculine guy to bend. The former slaps the latter's ass before burying his face on it.

I tapped the screen, and a video started loading. The moment it played, my soul left my body. I knew the background, and that godforsaken voice. It was me, standing in the boutique as I slapped Charles, his voice ringing out across the screen. “She’s lying! I didn’t cheat with Mark! I’m not gay!” The video rewound and replayed the line, this time with a voice filter and meme stickers slapped on his forehead. A cartoon closet door slammed shut behind him with the caption. “Charles was not ready for his soft launch.”