Sam faces a dangerous mix of desire and submission when his young master intensifies control, forcing him to cross deep boundaries with the arrival of a new servant. A surrender marked by pleasure and humiliation.
Sam kneels on the cold stone floor, his breath ragged as he looks up at his young master. The boy, barely twenty, has his face flushed with anger and pleasure, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of fury and desire. He wears a silk tunic that fits his slender body, and his hand squeezes Sam's arm tightly, marking him with his long, pale fingers.
"Clean my ass, dog," the master orders, his voice sharp as a whip.
Sam dares not argue. With trembling hands, he slides his tongue over his master's tight hole, tasting the salty flavor of his sweaty skin. He licks with devotion, his movements slow and obedient, as the young man shivers under his touch. The hole contracts slightly, and Sam deepens his lick, feeling his master's body slowly relax, the anger giving way to pleasure.
"Faster," the master murmurs, his voice now hoarser. "I want to feel you work for me."
Sam obeys, increasing the pace of his licks, his tongue exploring every fold, every hidden corner. The young man moans softly, his hand descending to his own cock, which is already hard and throbbing. Sam pulls away just enough to take his master's dick between his fingers, masturbating him with firm, expert movements. The boy trembles, his breathing quickening, and Sam knows he is close to orgasm.
But just as the young man is about to come, he stops him with a growl.
"Not so fast," he says, his voice charged with malice. "You're not done yet."
Sam looks up, confused, but has no time to ask. The master grabs him by the hair and drags him out of the room, their footsteps echoing in the stone hallway. Sam tries to keep his balance, his heart pounding as he is led to another chamber, larger and less lit.
In the center of the room, a black servant waits, naked and erect. His dick is enormous, bigger than Sam's, and stands proudly between his muscular legs. The man smiles, his dark eyes shining with anticipation, as the young master shoves Sam towards him.
"Suck it," the master orders, his voice full of perversion. "I want to see you swallow that black cock."
Sam kneels again, his gaze fixed on the massive member in front of him. It is thicker, longer than anything he has ever seen, and his heart pounds with a mixture of fear and excitement. With trembling hands, he takes the servant's dick, feeling its warmth and hardness. He brings it to his lips and kisses it softly, before opening his mouth and sliding it inside.
The servant groans, his hips moving forward as Sam sucks him with devotion. The dick swells in his mouth, filling it completely, and Sam struggles to breathe as he licks and tastes it. The young master watches from the side, his hand descending to his own cock as he masturbates with quick, desperate movements.
"Yes, like that," the master pants, his voice full of lust. "Swallow that cock, Sam. I want to see you humiliated by a real man."
Sam obeys, deepening his blowjob, feeling the servant tremble under his touch. The man places a hand on Sam's head, guiding him, as the young master approaches, his breathing ragged.
"Look at me," the master commands, and Sam looks up, his mouth still full of the servant's cock.
The young man smiles, his semen splattering on the floor as he comes, his hand moving frantically.
"That's it," he pants. "Now, let him fuck you. I want to see you taken by a black man."
The servant needs no further invitation. With a growl, he positions himself behind Sam and penetrates him in a single movement, his massive cock filling Sam completely. Sam moans, his body arching backward as the servant thrusts hard, his cock entering and leaving his hole with relentless rhythm.
The young master watches, his hand still on his cock, as Sam is taken with brutality. Sam's semen drips down his legs, mixing with sweat, as the servant pounds him without mercy.
"Yes, like that," the master whispers, his voice charged with excitement. "I only like to see you dominated by a big black member."
But just as the servant is about to come, the master stops him with a gesture.
"No," he says, his voice firm. "Not yet."
The servant stops, his cock still inside Sam, and the young master approaches, his gaze fixing on Sam with a mixture of desire and cruelty.
"I leave you here," he whispers, "suspended between pleasure and submission. Your future is mine, and it will be as depraved as I want."
Sam moans, his body trembling as the servant slowly withdraws, leaving his hole empty and throbbing. The young master smiles, his hand descending to stroke Sam's cheek with an almost tender touch.
"Until next time, dog," he murmurs, before turning and leaving the room, leaving Sam kneeling on the floor, his body marked by pleasure and humiliation, his future uncertain and full of dark possibilities.