One Year – Part 19

By Taurus

Part 19 – “Blessings”

It was day 253 in the night. James had just finished his dinner and was eager to start his handler session, having earned back all his privileges of seeing Russell naked and being allowed to worship his handler.

He had made a request a few nights ago to add on to his “outfit”: a locking dog collar and leash, rationale being he wanted Russell to be assured that he would never run away with a leash. Unsurprisingly perhaps, this was granted. James now wore a bright red collar with a padlock and chain leash.

And so there he was, naked, caged, collared and leashed – at his most comfortable.

Tonight, Russell sat entirely naked against the wall, with his clothes a foot or two away, and the slave at his feet, leash in hand.

James slowly scaled the mountain that was Russell, and suckled on his nipples. When he got bored with worshipping a particular part of the body, he would move to another area. He would typically move to the armpits and sniff at it, then back to the nipples, then all the way down the abs onto the cock and balls with permission.

“Can I suck your cock, Master?”

“Go ahead.”

With a “thank you, Master”, James got down to business. He rotated his head to give all sorts of sensations, and having trained to take Russell’s cock all the way, he allowed it to bury itself into his mouth all the way to the hilt, mercilessly almost.

This was his way of giving thanks as the powerless slave he was – by showing complete submission and trust to his ex-handler, now master.

Having lots of experience with blowjobs for Russell, James knew exactly when to stop to keep him on the edge.

Russell enjoyed it all immensely, and he moaned and groaned, telling his slave that he was going to cum.

A slave edging his master, what a world we live in.

Eventually however, their time was inevitably up.

“Slave, it’s time for me to go,” Russell said, tapping James’ shoulder, with a tinge of reluctance.

“Master, can I ask for something?”

“Make it quick.”

“Could you cum into my mouth, please Master?”

Only then did it occur to Russell that he had not blown any load in the presence of his slave. The last time he got so close so many times was when he tested James’ ability to give blowjobs, back when his handler was abusive and uncaring. He held back because he thought it was inappropriate for a third party to do so without consent.

Now that they were master and slave, he could do anything he wanted. He even had the approval of his slave, who specifically requested it.

Russell responded with action.

He looped the leash around his hand more times and held the slave’s head down. He thrusted and thrusted into the fleshlight that was the mouth of his slave, who took it greedily.

Before long, he blew the majority of his load into his slave’s mouth. Pulling back on the leash, satisfied, Russell placed his still dripping cock on James’ forehead, drawing a cross with cum.

“Now I really need to go. Don’t wipe.”

With the taste of fresh cum in his mouth, the smell of it in his nose, and knowledge of the cross on his forehead, James fell asleep, spread eagled on the mattress for the 235th time.

James giggled in pure glee. His handler – or he should say, master – might be listening in, and as such he made it clear that he was as happy as he could be.

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