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Danio´s Stories Part II
🕑 Added 2024-09-30 04:13:02 +0000 UTCDanio's Stories
That's what the master said.
We were just toys for his lust. Master Marcus's.
When I found out what he had done to my brother, I confess that at first I was shocked. But I didn't have the courage to leave my brother.
On the contrary. I wanted to free him. Until I understood that my brother didn't want to be free.
He wanted to be submissive. To live as a submissive. To live as a slave.
I've always enjoyed this feeling of submission. Little by little I've come to understand that there's joy in submission. Especially when someone takes care of you.
And that's how I ended up here.
I still need to tell my story better.
But that day was special. Like all the others.
There was Sandro and I, already inside the dungeon for the whole weekend.
The master kept our arms tied with frames behind our backs. That way our movements were limited.
But he left our dicks out of the cup so that we could be free to go to the bathroom when we needed to; Sandro was always erect, to my joy of seeing and sadness of not being able to suck that member that was on display in front of me, because he was wearing the muzzle.
Inside the dungeon we could walk around as much as we wanted, although our arms were useless.
I often tried to simulate a blowjob on Sandro, but the muzzle was terrible.
I could still talk.
And we kept talking.
For hours on end.
The master supervised us through the cameras. And he had already come down a few times to give us food and help us go to the bathroom, because our arms were tied in bondage.
My muzzle was soon put on after the meal and my dick was out of the cup of the catsuit.
And we stayed there for a few more hours, wandering around and watching some movies that the master left on.
We fell asleep and woke up.
Sandro was soon eager. He wanted to fuck right away.
He suggested trying to cum by curling up against me.
And of course I wanted to.
He came closer and crouched behind my ass with his erect cock sticking out and started rubbing, combining thrusting movements with the sound of the latex of our tight clothes.
I really wanted to feel it but I couldn't. Master locked the zipper on my ass. Damn!
Sandro was also moaning, trying to feel something with his bare cock.
But the curse of the ring attached to his cock only allowed him to feel it if another man touched it.
So we lost track of time in this game until we got tired and tired.
Sandro moved away a little and sat on the couch. And soon I went to sit on his lap to feel at least the rigid bulge over my tight latex.
And I stayed like that, teasing him.
- Damn! Danio... you really know how to tease me.
- I'm dying to feel that cock inside me but Master won't let me, it's horrible.
I'm drooling over your cock, Sandro. – I said.
We were tired and threw myself on the sofa next to him, with my arms tied behind my back, and Sandro calmed down.
We stayed like that for a few minutes until we heard the sound of shoes approaching the main door of the dungeon.
The master soon appeared, and with him, his strong woody scent of an alpha male.
He was very presentable. Just wearing a pair of executioner's pants made of elastic leather that highlighted his volume, combined with a waistband and boots.
Leather gloves on his hands that held the leashes of the collars; and his sadistic smile of a perverted master.
- So, my whores. You're dying to be fucked, aren't you? – he said.
