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All He Knew Was My Name free porn video
What was I doing? I had a normal life. A job, a girlfriend. Yet here I was, sitting in front of my computer, waiting for someone I don’t know, never met, to give me orders. What was worse, I was doing what I was told. Even worse: I was taking orders from a man. At least I was under the impression it was a man. I didn’t know anything about him. Honestly, he knew nothing about me either. Without a camera, or even pictures, he had no way of knowing if I was truly doing what I was told. But I knew. And I was. All he knew was my name.
?Hello Kevin. Are you ready to amuse me?? He was online. He always started by addressing me by my real name before moving on to more degrading terms. I felt myself getting excited. I was naked, on my knees in front of the computer.
?Yes Sir. I am ready? Shit. That was a mistake.
?I? Since when do you get to refer to yourself as I??
?Sorry Sir. It won’t happen again?
?Goddamn right it won’t. beg to be punished for your mistake?
?Please Sir. Punish your slave for its indiscrections?
?And what kind of slave are you, boi??
?your worthless faggot slave Sir? oh god, what was I saying?
?ha, ok then. Go get a pair of dirty socks. Put them in your filthy mouth and keep them there until I tell you to take them out?
?Yes Sir. Thank you.? What was I doing? I crawled over to the laundry basket. I always crawled when he told me to do something. I found a pair of socks, both smelling of old sweat. I shoved them into my mouth, tasting my feet. Then crawled back to the computer to report that I did this.
?Haha, enjoying the taste of your socks, faggot??
?yes Sir. Thank you?
?Good. You’re naked, right slut??
?yes Sir.?
?Ok then. Get 2 rubber bands. Wrap them around each of your tiny balls?
This was going to hurt. I did as he told me. I had to wrap the bands around 3 times in order to get them tight enough. My nuts began to bulge out in a bright red shade.
?They’re on Sir?
?I bet that hurts slut?
?yes Sir. They’re all red?
?good. Now snap each one five times. GO!?
I was right. Pain ahead. I started with the left. Each snap shooting the pain further up my abdomen. The right made things even worse. Why was I subjecting myself to this? What was wrong with me? I felt physically ill. And the pain in my balls was beginning to throb. They turned an even deeper shade of red. I couldn’t even yelp out in pain due to the socks in my mouth. Fortunately, I could barely taste them at this point.
?Done Sir. My balls hurt a lot. I feel sick?
?Better take those socks out of your mouth then?
?Yes Sir? that was better. Breathing became a lot easier.
?Do you have a bottle bitch? He knew that I never had normal toys.
?yes Sir.?
?Good. Take that sock that you had so much fun sucking on. You’re going to give it more flavor. Press it against your ass, then use that bottle to shove it in?
This would be uncomfortable, but not altogether painful. I’ve had bottles in my ass before. The 12oz beer bottle fit nicely up the neck. I switched to lay on my back with my feet in the air, the way I had been taught to when fucking my ass, like a common whore. I placed the sock around the lip of the bottled and began pressing it against my hole. He continued taunting me as I slowly shoved it in.
?I know how much you love that bitch. A nice hard bottle in your ass. Only thing better would be if it was a cock. All you sluts are the same, just love cock in every hole. This is what you live for, right bitch? Cock. Even thinking about it with your pig of a girlfriend. What’s her name? Amanda? Even better. aMANda. Haha. Pathetic little slut. I’m sure she’d love to sample my cock too. Maybe even clean it when it comes out of your ass. Hahahaha?
My face reddened and my toes curled. The combination of his words and the growing pressure in my ass was getting to me. I moaned loudly, still pressing it in.
?It’s in Sir?
?Good fag. Keep fucking your ass with it. Enjoy it tell me how much you wish it was my cock?
I kept tying with one hand. The other was working the sock-covered bottle in and out of my tight rectum. ?if only it was you Sir. Your cock would be a pleasure for anyone, especially me and my girlfriend?
?Does aMANda fuck other men, kevin?? He really knew how to turn on the humiliation.
?not sure Sir?
?I’m sure she does. I’m sure all sorts of men use her as their fuck pig and then leave her. I bet you’ve even tasted their cum on her. You remember what cum tastes like, right slut??
?Yes Sir?
?Good. Ok, time to take that bottle out of your ass?
I slid it out with a pop. The sock dragged along my smooth skin.
?now, get the sock back in your mouth. Clean it.?
This was new. I’d never done anything like this. As I moved it too my face, I could smell my own shit. There were dark patches on the white fabric. I dry-heaved a bit as I put it in my mouth, but managed to keep it there.
?Suck on that bitch. Clean your shit off your sock.?
It was disgusting. I could taste the shit and I couldn’t imagine anything worse. I should’ve stopped. But I couldn’t. He controlled me. We both knew it.
?How’s that taste fag??
?it tastes bitter Sir?
?Do you like it??
?yes Sir? what was I saying? I like the taste of shit?
?Good bitch. Before we meet next, I want you to eat a piece of your shit. Report back how it was?
Oh god, this was the worst thing possible.
?Yes Sir?
?Also, do not take those bands off your balls. That means no sex with aMANda. I want you to remember who you belong to.?
?yes Sir?
?Good job faggot kevin. You’ve given me some good laughs today. Until later shiteater?
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