Jacob Sartorius's Pleasureful Life

Chapter One - Chocolate Chunk

One morning, Jacob Sartorius awoke to his Butlers running around his room and desperately throwing things into boxes. Jacob sat up and slicked his hair back with one hand. "Anthony, what's going on?" He said in his groggy morning voice. "Jacob, Sir, I am so sorry to have to alert you this way. Your father decided that you must move out this instant, he was proclaiming something about how you must learn to be a man on your own." Anthony Head said in his gorgeous English accent. "What?" Jacob scoffed. "HA! You must be joking Anthony" He then said before laying back down. "Now tell me what penthouse my dad decided I should move into this time," Jacob said with a yawn. "Unfortunately, sir, this is not a joke. And I am quite astonished by your father's decision myself. But it seems that he is beyond reasoning at this time." Anthony laughed. "He is just as tight now as he was when we were only boys. Ah. I meant uptight, yes." Anthony quickly corrected himself with a cough. Jacob jumped out of bed, grabbed his boxers, and ran into the wardrobe. "Damn it!" He exclaimed. "I fucking knew he would pull this shit on me." Jacob's foulness was interrupted by Anthony knocking on the door. "I am so sorry sir. Your father has lent you $10,000 and banned all access to his credentials. We have finished packing your suitcase and must ask you to leave now." Jacob was silent for a moment. He could barely believe the words he was hearing. Finally, Jacob came to terms with what was happening. Jacob wiped his face on his boxers out of stress and groaned. "Ow," Jacob said as he looked down at his boxers. They felt crunchy and poked his skin a bit. "Oh, Motherfucker." Jacob said as if he had given up on life. He must have accidentally grabbed the boxers he used last night when he was rubbing one off to hentai on his 24-inch flat screen. "Welp." He said, before putting them on anyways. Jacob then got fully dressed and walked out of the wardrobe. Anthony handed him his suitcase, they said their farewells, and Jacob walked out into the big wide world. That being his front lawn. Back inside the house, however, Anthony was brimming with happiness. Anthony ran up the 456 steps to the top floor and entered the Masters' quarters. "Master?" Anthony searched the bedroom with his eyes. The doors shut behind him, and there stood Jacob's dad, Rolf Sartorius, shirtless, wearing dickless-assless chaps, and shades, and holding a beautiful, long, black whip that shined brightly against his sweating abdomen. "Anthony," Rolf said in a hushed, rough, but sexy, voice. "You've been a baaaad boy." He snapped his whip on the floor. Anthony shuddered and stepped back in awe, tripping on the bedside table and falling onto the mattress. Rolf Sartorius ran towards him as he whipped the ground, and his hard, veiny cock bounced and slapped his glossy abs as he ran. Rolf began tearing at Anthony's clothes with his hands and teeth and tied him up with his sleek whip. Anthony began to moan as Rolf nibbled and licked his nipples. "I'm so glad your son finally left so we could let all our tension out." Anthony moaned and giggled. Rolf giggled along with him and finally grabbed hold of Anthony's big bulging member, tearing off his pants and flipping him on his belly in one foul, strong swoop of his glistening arm muscles. "Please. Uh. Agh. Put it in Master" Anthony begged. Rolf Sartorius then asked "Have you cleaned up?" with a smirk. "N-no Master. I was so excited for today that I completely forgot," Anthony giggled once more. "I've been a bad boy, and I need to be punished," Anthony said slyly. Rolf then slid his member into Anthony's dark cavern, moaning gently. Anthony's gaping hole began spilling out as he moaned loudly, his chocolate chunk filling Rolf's cock, and eventually, Rolf's milky magic illuminated the dark halls of Anthony's anus. Ending the night with a bang.