The Bottles

“Yes, Lady Clara,” said Fred meekly.

“Then shall we get you warmed up?” She said with a wicked grin.

She positioned Fred on all fours and pulled the thong leotard to one side. Fingering a little lube into his little hole, she produced a good sized plug and took a few minutes working it into him gently until, with a little pressure, it sank home nicely. Its profile ensuring that it was going to take a lot more work to get it out than it took to get it in. She then pulled the leotard to the side of his stiffening cock and rolled Fred onto his back.

Lady Clara stripped to her stockings and mounted Fred’s face in a 69. Lowering her wet mouth over his cock without hesitation while rubbing her smooth, dripping slot up and down his face, pinning his petite frame to the bed with her curvy body while he fought for air against her wet pussy. He did his best to lick and pleasure her, but this was really more about him. Clara didn’t have the problems breathing that he did: even with his cock in her mouth to the hilt, he felt her breath from her nose on his balls. He nearly came a dozen times, and each time she stopped still just at the right time - it wasn’t going to happen. Climbing off, she kissed his mouth and he tasted his own cock on her breath - it made him throb and twitch with desire. He’d do anything to come now.

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Now Fred was to be taken to the Master of the house, who wanted to meet his new toy. Fred was to be used in a show for Master and some of his friends: he had been told he was to be filled with cum, and though he expected a gangbang, he was to endure something quite different.

A semicircle of chairs was assembled around a small stage, with perhaps a dozen naked men sat in them. They smiled as Fred’s leotard was removed and a rope attached to each of his limbs.

Fred was roped into a frame in the standing position, his whole body forming an X. A gag was pushed into his mouth and inflated, and seemed quite airtight except for the plastic tube coming out of it. Another tube was pushed into a hole in the butt-plug lodged inside him. The tubes were attached to two large bottles of thick, milky liquid, hung on a stand to one side, above his head.