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I Hate My Master (32)

My hole was so well-fucked, it almost felt like there was still a dick in it. I had to reach back to feel, my...

I Hate My Master (31)

I soaped up in the shower. One of the few times I was away from all the horrors Chris rained on me every day....

I Hate My Master (30)

I woke up to Chris absently-mindedly ordering me to ride his cock. “Yes, Master.” I let out as I crawled up to his bed...

I Hate My Master (29)

“Mark, can you take care of this?” Zane handed me some papers.  “Yes Sir, happy to!” I had to be enthused to take on more...

I Hate My Master (28)

I was sucking Chris off, enthusiastically since he had ordered it that way. I hated doing this, and I was moaning in joy and...

I Hate My Master (27)

I was afraid of being stopped the entire trip back to Chris’s. I lived there and I couldn’t think of it as my home....

I Hate My Master (26)

“I need to piss, get up here.” “Yes, Sir” I responded automatically, moving to obey. It took a bit for the corner of my mind...

I Hate My Master (25)

More faggy clothes. I had to go to work dressed up in the crap Timmy had picked out. Lavender shirt. I had a fucking...

I Hate My Master (24)

“Fuck.” I said under my breath. Chris had just left, and I was at the door looking at what had been left to me....

I Hate My Master (23)

I woke up before Chris and stared under the bed. No dust bunnies, which was wrong somehow, but Chris made me keep it clean...