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Even his legs are massive. Thick with muscle.

“We’re going to go into the bathroom now, darling. So you can properly wash my cock.”

I nod.

“Do not fucking stand up,” he orders. “Crawl. On your hands and knees. Like my slutty little pet that you are.”

Corbin grabs the front of his jeans and lifts them a little so he can walk normally.

I turn and fall to my hands. I begin to crawl through the apartment.

I crawl next to my master. I’m his obedient pet. I will do anything he says. He owns me. He has always owned me.

Most of all—I want him to own me.

This is the most I’ve ever felt in… ten years.

Not too long ago I attempted to talk to Chad about playtime in the bedroom. The look on his face when I suggested that he use a belt to tie my wrists to the bedposts…

He couldn’t get hard for almost a week after that.

But this… right now… with Corbin?

I crawl into the bathroom toward the bathtub. Like a dog that’s about to get a bath.

I place my hands on the edge of the bathtub and I look up at him.

He turns on the water and nods.

“Clean my cock,” he says.

I have nothing but my hands, which I am now allowed to use again.

I cup my hands under the extremely hot water and for a moment I’m scared I’m going to burn Corbin.

This is how he likes it.

I empty the water in my hands on his cock.

My hands are red and sting from the water temperature. Corbin doesn’t flinch.

I then use my hands, one at a time, and try to grasp his thick size and I stroke root to tip. He’s finally clean and slippery. His cock is red and hot to the touch. Veins pulsing along hisshaft that don’t seem possible. It’s like his cock is some massive novelty sex toy.

But it’s real.

It’s very real.

Just ask my fucking throat. Which feels sore and tender, by the way.

“Good,” Corbin finally speaks.

He shuts the water off and turns toward me.

His right hand grabs the back of my head. My jaw tightens and my teeth chatter. Panic attacks my chest. This is my body fearing he’s going to fuck my throat and make me vomit again. Which I want. Which I welcome. If it pleases him…

“Open your mouth and take me, darling,” he orders.

I do as I’m told.