Something sinister, but the very sight of him triggered my arousal. “You seemed so tired this morning, so I thought I’d let you sleep in.” Troy said, almost thoughtful, but there was a lashing whip waiting in his eye. “Good morning,” I finally spoke, nerves struck me and my voice felt weak.
I just stared up at him, the hairs on his body shining in the sun light that breached the dorm windows made him glow. Troy was only a few inches taller than me and more muscled for sure, but there was something about him that made me feel inferior to him. I don’t know why I didn’t fight back, I should have, but I didn’t. He had that same cold, merciless expression I saw on his face last night when he beat me and fucked me into submission. I awoke to see Troy standing over my bed, wearing a tight black tank top and black underwear with a white trim. My body ached and my tight hole felt battered and bruised. “Get up, boy!” These were the words of my new Master, Troy.
This short story contains, Master and Slave, male foot fetish and graphic sexual scenes of verbal degradation and humiliation.
