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Dallas's newest purchase was named Sam. Another poor and pretty boy desperate for money and a home, Sam was not only eagerly obedient but a virgin, unaware of what exactly he had sold himself into. So Dallas knew it would be his job to break him.
Sam did not protest when Dallas tied his hands behind his back and stripped him naked on the bed. He blushed when his pants came off, which Dallas found endearing, but didn't ask him to stop.
"On your front," Dallas commanded, and Sam obeyed, turning his ass towards his new master. Dallas looked over his full, round cheeks before his eyes turned to his fresh, pinked entrance. He ran a little slick over his fingers and pushed his first digit inside, stopping to see Sam's reaction. Sam stiffened slightly, but again didn't protest. Dallas licked his lips as he began working his ass, adding more fingers and spreading his hole open until he looked ready.
But instead of using his cock, Dallas grabbed a vibrator, as thick as any good shaft. He was careful to smear it with more lube before positioning it against Sam's entrance. Sam glanced back with wide eyes. "Master, is that..." he started to say but inhaled sharply when Dallas pushed it past his tight sphincter. The fingers hadn't been so bad, but this new intrusion was thick and stuffed him up, and an ache filled him as it went deeper, burying itself in his tight ass. Eventually, Dallas stopped moving it, and Sam breathed anxiously with anticipation.
Then the vibrator clicked on. Horrible, shaky pleasure ripped through Sam's ass, and he convulsed, screaming, immediately begging Dallas to make it stop. When he moved, its position inside him angled itself against his prostate, and he jolted, trembling, unable to move any more as the terrible object thrummed against his most sensitive spot. Sparks of heat coursed through him, rising to his sweating skin, forming blitzing white stars in his vision. He gasped, eyes wide, mouth hung open, while Dallas pushed the vibrator deeper inside him. Sam's back stiffened; he struggled to breathe, but his lungs seemed wound up, his whole body taut. The movements continued; the vibrator was pushed in and then pulled out, fucking into him and shoving his prostate on each go.
He twisted again, sobbing, as drool pooled on the sheet next to his soft lips. Incoherently, he attempted to beg: "No - no, aahh, no..." His eyes rolled back; he was losing control; he tried to beg anyways. "No more... ahh, please, master... nnh..." But he went ignored. His body spoke for him, his cock hardening as the vibrator continued moving inside of him, twitching whenever his prostate was touched.
Sam's moans grew louder and more frantic when the thrusting sped up. Now the vibrator oscillated harshly in his ass, and his body rocked with another man's vicious rhythm. He panted and groaned, shaking, as a tight burn filled his cock. He shook his head rapidly, trying to hold it back, trying not to come. But then the vibrator shoved all the way inside of him, right up against his prostate, and he screamed, orgasming violently, twisting and convulsing, the vibrator still on in his ass, drawing out the throes of his peak until the high turned painful, too much. He yelled out, sobbing, clenching his hole, trying to get the thing out of him, but it wouldn't, it wouldn't go. He cried out and moaned and whined and shifted about, desperately attempting to make it stop. Still the horrible object went on in a relentless assault against his throbbing prostate. His spent cock burned with the overstimulation. Tears mixed with the drool around his mouth, his tongue lolling out.
A hand grasped his hair and pulled his head up onto a cock. His lips, moist and wet, slipped around it smoothly. Dallas let out a sigh of pleasure as Sam's mouth wrapped around his cock, warm and slick. Then Dallas pushed into his throat, reveling in the suction when he pulled out and then went in deeper, Sam choking and gagging around him, barely keeping down his urge to vomit.
Sometimes Sam groaned, and the vibrations of his voice sent shivers down Dallas's spine. Dallas continued shoving his cock down Sam's throat until the gagging became less common; Sam quivered as he struggled to control his body, and soon Dallas's pace turned rapid, choking Sam over and over. Sam desperately sucked air in through his nostrils whenever he could, weeping again when Dallas thrust all the way inside and came into his throat. Sam swallowed, shuddering as he did, and coughed when Dallas finally pulled out. Thin trails of white cum painted his lips.
"Ma... master... pl-please, ahh... stop the... nnh..." Sam cried, wagging his ass slightly.
Dallas shook his head. "I think I'll leave you like that until I get back." He stood up and began dressing himself, occasionally stealing glances over at the small and quivering form of his new pet. Dallas smiled, running a hand through Sam's hair before exiting, shutting the door behind him.
Sam sobbed, feeling his cock twitch once again with the promise of another painful orgasm. He started clenching his ass and twisting once more, trying to push the vibrator out, but he only made it worse when it sunk in at just the right angle. Sam screamed and moaned with no one to hear him, coming onto the bedsheets repeatedly. Several times he thought he would black out, but the vibrator kept him awake. After a while he orgasmed dry, his back arching and eyes rolling as his completely spent cock could only twitch senselessly.
By the time Dallas returned, Sam was completely limp, drenched in sweat, and burning hot. Dallas finally turned the vibrator off and pulled it out of Sam's hole. His entrance remained stretched wide, raw and swollen. Sam was gasping and panting, a dead look filling his eyes. His cock was half-hard and throbbing.
Dallas untied Sam's hands. His wrists were red from the pain of the rope. Sam's arms flopped to his sides. He sniffled, closing his eyes.
"Get some rest," Dallas said. "You have a big day tomorrow."