Date: Wed, 14 May 2014 10:48:59 -0400 From: Nut Honey Subject: Master Reds Stable of Fuckable Colts & Fillies: Boris Pt 3 By Master Red Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual interaction between men, all of which are consensual and of legal age. All names and some of the descriptions, attributes or characteristics of individuals have been changed or altered to protect the identity and privacy of actual people or person(s) encountered. You need to be of legal age in your jurisdiction to read this story. Copyright 2014 Nuttnhoney. This story -- in whole or part -- are property of the author and may not be copied and reposted, published or used in part without written permission of the author. Nuttnhoney reserves all rights to the story written herein. Comments, suggestions, critiques both pro and con are encouraged, welcomed and appreciated, please send to: mrnuttnhoney@gmail.com ____ Boris: Part 3 Boris had not moved a muscle since I ordered him into position at the foot of my bed. He was still bent at the waist with his legs apart, his chest and head resting on the bed with his arms spread wide like a good submissive, ready for whatever was next. I moved from where I stood behind him and walked over to the nightstand where all my toys for the session were on display. I picked up the largest butt plug that I owned, the "Helmet Head XL" glass butt plug. It measured 6 inches by 3 and a half inches at its widest point and it was shaped just like the name. I also chose a black leather blindfold and a long strip of padded black leather. I could feel his eyes on me before I turned to confirm that he was watching every move I made. I gave him alittle smile as I pushed one of his outstretched arms aside and sat on the bed. I reached out, took his scruffed chin in my hand and pulled him toward me for our first kiss, his tongue eagerly searching mine, probing and feeding off my mouth. He tasted like possibilities. When my curiosity was satisfied I said, "Stop!" "Look at me Bitch." He opened his eyes immediately and let his mouth go slack, a line of spittle running from his mouth to his chin. I took the butt-plug that I had been holding in my other hand and slowly waved it across his face. He did his best to watch but could better feel the glass as it barely touched his lips then rolled from left to right, from one stubbled cheek to the other then finally down across the spittle, wiping his face clean. I could see that he was starting to breath heavier, excited by what was to come perhaps? I lay the toy down on the bed and picked up the blindfold. He looked at me for as long as he could until he was masked in total darkness, left to depend on his remaining four senses and me. With the blindfold tied securely behind his head I leaned in close to his left ear and whispered, "Time to open you up." He could not see but he could feel the cool glass as it forced its way slowly between his lips and inside his mouth, I pushed it in till he started to gag on it. I pulled it in and out, telling him to suck it like a dik till he got it good and wet with his saliva. I pulled the glass phallus out of his mouth and walked back around to the foot of the bed. I held the butt-plug by its flared base and pushed it into his hole, lubed only by the spit from his mouth. "Ahhh! Ahhh!" he cried out, his butt squirming, trying to push the foreign object out of his anus. "Stop bucking boy or Masters gonna really give you something to scream about!" I shouted. He tried his best to stop moving but he could not control the involuntary spasms and shaking of his legs as his body tried its best to absorb the shock of the internal invader. I could see him bury his face deeper in the towel on the bed so that I wouldn't hear him as he continued to scream as I worked the butt plug deeper into his ass. To show him some mercy I pulled the butt plug out halfway and slathered it with lube, giving him a moment to regain his composure. Then I began another assault, pushing it back in, making sure to push it in deep and slowly turn it form side to side, knowing that the wetness would ease his pain...alittle. In time his inner walls relaxed and started to accept the glass intruder poking at his prostate. His cries subsided and were replaced with moans of pleasure. Time to up the ante. I gave the "Helmet Head XL" one last little push to make sure it was securely held in place by his inner muscles and let go of the base. I stood up, reached for the strip of black leather that was on the bed and wound it around my right hand. Even though he was blindfolded Boris and could not see what I was doing he could sense that something was about to happen. He lifted his head up but dared not speak till spoken to. With my hand wrapped to my satisfaction I started to spank his ass-cheeks, first one then the other, each contact of my padded palm harder and harder against his hairy butt. All the while holding onto the sides of the bed like a good little bitch, writhing on the butt plug and moaning with each smack of his ass. "Do you like that boy?" I asked, the room filling with the sound of my hand connecting with his crimson cheeks. "Yes," he replied, "Oh yes!" "Please Sir, may I have another"