Homosexual Love - BDSM Love Poem from Master and Sub
I love to see you shiver like that, my dear sub. It doesn't seem like an inviting place, but this place fuels our wicked game. Damp cold clings to the walls. Musty green permeates the air and settles on your mucous membranes. Fabric and hair feel clammy when I touch you.
My fingers briefly give you some of my warmth. You peel yourself out from under your blanket under my gaze, and I can see your breath. Then you stand there in this dungeon. Pale. Freezing. Expectant. Trembling with excitement.
In the back, the room is flooded with sunlight. But not here, our corner is dark. No one will find us here, my dear.
Can you smell the rotten wood? The dust we stirred up?
Your naked skin, almost pale in this light, forms a stark contrast to the black fabric I chose for you today, slave.
As we speak, I run my hands along your body, taking in your masculine contours and feeling every inch of you before finally pulling you in for a deep kiss.
You can feel my hardness against your stomach, and I know what you want. Now I step back from you, giving you a moment of anticipation before I finally give in to your pleading eyes and free myself from the tight latex pants.
You fall to your knees before me and take me into your warm mouth. Sucking hard on me as I thrust deeper and deeper into your throat. Your obedience excites me even more as I grab a handful of your hair and begin to thrust your face.
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I can smell the fear in the air. It's thick and sweet. But I don't care. I'm only here for one thing. You know what's coming. Your body trembles with anticipation, with desire. You know I will lead you to new heights, that I will push you beyond your limits.
But we don't care about that right now. At this moment, we are focused on each other. On what is happening between us. I can see the excitement in your eyes as I reach out and press your mouth even closer to me.
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My hands abruptly end the blowjob and wander down your body, landing on your pelvis. A wide grin appears on my face, because you had assumed I would ejaculate in your mouth. You tremble under my touch, but you don't pull back. As much as I do, you want our fetish intimacy. I greedily pull you back to me, seeing your sub-erection for a moment.
Suddenly we are plunged back into darkness. We can't see anything, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is what is happening between us in this moment. I feel your skin against mine, warm and soft, even though the room around us is so cold. My hands wander over your body, exploring every inch of you as if it were the first time.
Your submission excites me like nothing else before. The way you surrender to me makes my cock quickly harden. And when I finally thrust deep into your ass, with a condom of course, you flinch, as you have to get used to the size of my penis again.
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Dear sub, you can feel the heat of my body against yours. My hand grabs your hair and presses your back against the wall. "Let it out!" the Master growls, and before you can react, his hand lands hard on your ass.
You cry out in surprise and excitement, and he chuckles darkly. "That's what you get for being a naughty boy!" Then you groan hotter as the heat spreads through your ass and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
He knows exactly how to play this game - he makes you wait for his touch and drives you wild with anticipation. Finally, his hand wanders between your legs and rubs your shaft in quick circles. You tremble and whimper as lust floods through you.
"Please!" you breathlessly plead with your Master. "Please let me come." "Not yet," the Master says firmly. The stiff rod in your anus begins to move faster, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
You try to move with him, but the Master holds you firmly in place. All you can do is groan and beg for release. Finally, when you are trembling on the verge of orgasm, he stops moving it completely. You cry out in frustration as the desire within you turns into a need. "Please!" You beg him again. "I have to come."
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A deep blush spreads across your cheeks, but you don't hesitate and repeat what he wants to hear: "I am a dirty worm who needs his Master's cock in his ass." The Master smiles when he hears this and finally gives you what you need.
He thrusts deep into your waiting ass until you scream in ecstasy. Then you feel the whip in my hand and know what's coming next. You've been waiting for this all day, ever since I told you to prepare for punishment.
You know you deserve it, but that doesn't make it any easier. I run the whip over your skin, irritating you with its stings. Trembling with anticipation, the mixture of lust and fear makes your heart race. Finally, I press the whip hard against your thigh and drag it over your scrotum and your erection.
You gasp with pleasure and pain. The sensations are overwhelming, but you can't get enough. Each strike of the whip sends new waves of lust through your body, mixing with the pain until you can no longer distinguish them. You completely surrender to me and submit to my will.
There is nothing else in the world but the pleasure I give you and the desire that burns within you. My slave, you are now mine, your Master's, body and soul. Nothing can change that. Forever mine.
