About the Author:
Alan Weyant grew up on the west coast of Florida. After graduating from high school, he served stints in both the U.S. Merchant Marine, and the U.S.Navy. He lived in the Tampa Bay area before relocating to his current home, on 5 rural acres of wooded riverfront property in southern Kentucky.
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Wolf’s muscles rippled under his copper-bronze skin as I spread his arms and legs, fastening them with heavy leather restraints to the ends of the arms of the St. Andrew’s cross in my dungeon. The sweat immediately began to bead up on his thick, sculpted pectorals and his washboard, six-pack abdominal muscles. It also started to trickle down his ribcage from Wolf’s deep, stretched armpits. Months of heavy bodybuilding, proper diet, and supplements had transformed his solid, but formerly wiry, physique into a mass of ripped and sculpted muscle that would be the envy of many middleweight bodybuilders. His cock began to swell as he thought of the tortures he would soon be forced to endure. It rose in a series of small, arcing jerks, until his cock stood fully erect, the eight-inch length throbbing slightly. The shaft bulged around the tight, shiny, stainless steel cock ring surrounding the base of his cock and balls. The veins that coursed the length of his dick pulsed with the rhythm of Wolf’s heartbeat, and a drop of pre-cum glistened on the plum colored head. I straightened up and faced my tightly bound slave boy, who stood helplessly awaiting whatever torture I decided to inflict upon his naked, spreadeagled body. For perhaps the thousandth time since I had first laid eyes on him in the San Francisco Eagle, I admired the lines of his handsome Amerindian / Latino face. He had high cheekbones and a long, angular jaw line, set off by a permanent faint five o’clock shadow and framed by the thick mane of raven black hair that flowed down over his shoulders and onto his chest, reaching past his thick, brown nipples. As I looked into his deep brown eyes, he silently looked back, his expression showing his desire to please me by giving his body to me to use in whatever way I desired. I grabbed a handful of his glossy hair and yanked it hard, snapping his head back and forcing Wolf to look directly up into my eyes as I loomed over him. I loved the feel of the heat of his naked, helpless body as I pressed my bare chest against his. I also loved the look of fear mixed with lust that was in his eyes. I leaned in close to his face and growled; “Tell me what you want, slave.” He softly whispered back; “I want pain, Sir. Please, Master, torture me! Make me hurt, Sir! Make me scream and beg for mercy, Sir, please!” On an impulse, I kissed him deeply. We stayed like that; our lips locked together, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths..
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