Taste your own shit

Taste your own shit

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-still ongoing- "Beg for it if you want it so bad". He told that while he sat on the couch, knees crossed and a big fat masochistic smirk on his face that could be recognized from 5 miles. It was this smirk that you would see when someone had smuggy dirty thoughts in mind and is about to fulfill these. His left hand was holding a rope that was connected to a collar on this young boy's throat. The young boy was on his knees, head looking at the man from the ground to the top. The master pulled at the rope and because of that the young boy's head was pulled next to the tip of the other man's feet. Still on his knees "Please, I beggggg you" I want it. I need it. I need him to play after my whistle. I could see how he loved it when I begged for it with puppy eyes and a drooling mouth that you could compare to a child that was begging for candy, just that I was not a child and I was not begging for candy, but in my opinion it was as sweet as candy. -------------------------- This is the story how Miles sees how his so loved boyfriend, Teawon, fúcks with another dude. After that he plans to get revenge and seduces his ex's father ...... This story contains: -A lot of curse language -Some adult scenes
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"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

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