Male Tongue Slaves Middle Ages Novels & Stories

He only lets go when I begin to choke on slime and saliva. Master and John—They demand for me to keep my mouth open and take turns slamming their cocks into my mouth. At some point, they both attempt to fuck my mouth at the same time. With both heavy cocks in my mouth, my lips are stretched to full capacity. Slimy saliva drips down my lips. Master swoops it up and coats my face with it. Now, my face smells of spit and cock. “Stick your tongue out,” master commands me. I angle my head back slightly and stick my tongue out. Master brings his ass within inches of my face. It takes my muddled brain another second to realize what he wants me to do.

Facing the older maid, Rose. "What did you just say? Uhmm....you were saying something just now. About the master's slave. Is there someone in here apart from Jericho and I ?" She asked, trying to confirm what she heard seconds ago. "Yes, David and we the maids are the only one in the house." Rose responded and left before she could say anything else. "I'm sure I heard her say something right now." A new girl in the house? Jericho's slave? How come? Who's this slave? And why did Jericho suddenly want a slave for himself? What came over him?

That could could freeze an entire sea yet he was subjected to it for ten years, shivering and gnashing his teeth became his habit. This is the first level of torture that Miguel Marcola subjects every toddler slave he buys all over the world to. Boy Ragnar had no one to talk to and in that dark, he grew to become a beast. Everyday, he longs to eat human parts. After ten years had passed, when he eventually clocked twenty years, now ready to serve Miguel Marcola. He was brought out, dirty, striken, bruised and smelling like a dead man. Then he began his slave service. He suffered earnesly under Miguel Marcola, he gets raped by some selected old men and women and must act like he enjoys it. He

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead. Don't process of you're not 18 ??? I was born a slave, and on my eighteenth birthday, I found myself summoned to the chambers of my master, Logan. As I entered the dimly lit room, the pungent odor of unwashed flesh assaulted my nostrils. Logan, a gladiator himself, hadn’t bathed in over a week. “Ben,” he growled, his muscular frame reclining on a plush couch. “Come here, boy.”

He caught his breath for a moment, swallowed hard, and gave a corrupted answer. "Heavens... Hearing you say that, a slave with boiling blood would indeed be better than that old snake Scholar Lee." "A slave wouldn't dare utter a peep, so there is no way rumors would leak outside..." "Besides, those unlettered bondservants are no different from beasts like cows or pigs." "It wouldn't be a dirty affair between humans; it would merely be a secret amusement of a master bringing a household beast into the room to play with." In the darkness, In-young smiled the chilling smile of a SAEKGUI.