(I normally don’t reblog, but this pic brings out some fantasy)Its mind was as empty as it lis
(I normally don’t reblog, but this pic brings out some fantasy)Its mind was as empty as it listens to its Master’s voice, naked while it was licking the dirty threads of His boots as Master was enjoying His cigar. “You’re a dirty little faggot aren’t you, look at that little dicklet of yours twitching, trying to get hard”It just moaned in response as it was spreadeagled, its legs tight around the chair, its knees kept apart by rope, its balls completely volnerable while its arms were tied to other other furniture in the room. The superior boots kept it busy, cleaning every part of the sole as spotless as it could. It knew what would happen if it did a poor job. Its poor balls were still bruised from yesterday’s mistake.“Was that a “no”, bitch?” Master sounded agitated, which quickly made its eyes pop open, scared. “N-no Master!” It gulped, knowing the error it made just now. It was being tricked.“That’s twice!” Master removed His boot from the slave’s face and spat in its face. “I-it didn’t mean to, Master. It just slipped out! Please, it won’t happen again! It was just once!” The slave squirmed and struggled in its restraints as Master placed its boot on its balls.“Lying too. That’s three.” Master pushed, adding His weight to the boot on its already bruised balls.“Please M-Master. There’s only so much its balls can handl-.” It suddenly screamed out, as the boot it just worshipped got removed and slammed into its exposed balls. “So what bitch, they’re useless. They’re pathetic. Bitches like you don’t need them anyways. Ain’t I right, faggot?”“Yes Master!” It screamed as it felt another blow. “They’re useless and pathetic!” Another scream. “Please hurt them more, Master.” Again. “It needs to be punished!” Master drew from His cigar, grinning at his slaves words and crashed His boot onto its balls, over and over again with brute force until it had long been a crying and sobbing mess. The boot slammed onto them once more and this time Master kept it on, dropping His ash onto its body like it didn’t care where He dropped them. It knew it was going to lick them up when it was released anyways. “Look at your worthless clit, boy!” Master said as He removed His boot. Its dick- no, its clit black, blue and purple. Way worse than it looked yesterday.“T-Thank you, Master. This slave has learned its lesson.” It said between sobs.“Good, because that was just the first punishment. Two more to go.” He said as he got up, relishing in the fear the boy had painted all over its face. It was definitely going to learn its lessons by the end of the night. And the slave knew, Master wasn’t going to hold back. -- source link