Prehistory of a slave: Deflowering
I have recently acquired a new slave which, quite unusually, offered itself to become -for free- part of my property. In its efforts trying to convince me to own it, it wrote an account of a couple of events from its miserable life as a free man. Now, the slave and its story are both in my possession. I think that the latter may be amusing to this blog's public, and I am therefore publishing it in two parts appearing today and next week, with minimal editing.
Enjoy! He Thong
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Deflowering
Sir, mighty He Thong Master Sir, when I reached my early puberty, at the age of nine, I fell madly in love with a young and well-built man of 22 in my hometown, whom I met at the local swimming pool, and having the exceptional and impressive height of 2.18 m (!), Sir, which to me was the pinnacle of Magnitude as I never had seen before, Sir. Sir, to experience the size of his body immediately opposite or next to me could make me feel almost euphoric, Sir. Sir, the sight of his big strong hands, large feet and strong thighs made me fantasize explicitly to be his personal playmate or toy, Sir, without fully understanding its significance, Sir. Sir, I admit to You as my Master of Secrets, I cunningly entered his home at night to watch him undress an bathe his strong and virile male body, Sir, which I feel obliged to confess to You, eroticized my young body enormously and had me masturbate extensively over this image for nights in a row, and often in daytime too, even during class, not able to control my permanent arousal over his huge body, Sir, which I believe You know a boy in that condition is forced to give in to, Sir.
Sir, I have to speak also of the summer holiday, a few years later, in which -under false pretenses- I was allowed to stay at his home, Sir, during which I actually was able not only to watch (and measure!) his impressive erect Cock of Magnitude and Splendor (I specifically remember it to have measured not less than 24 cm!) several times, especially while he was sleeping, but also secretly witnessed him caress his own magnificent naked body and masturbate several times lying naked on his bed and while showering in the morning, which felt like watching a God in all of his Glory, Sir, and made me feel so privileged and alive and euphoric, Sir. Sir, this young man felt so comfortable with his magnificent body, that eventually he didn’t mind me watching him naked, including showing his regular magnificent morning boner, and even -occasionally- allowing me to stroke and massage him, while jerking off, Sir, which made me so proud and blissful, Sir!
Sir, Master He Thong Sir and Owner of my most intimate feelings, Sir, I should inform You too, in all humility and honesty, that after I eventually took the courage to admit my deep love and devotion for him, one night, in a decisive, fierce entanglement of our horny naked bodies, this virile young man of excellence and magnificent stature actually managed to force his potent and enormous Manhood deep into me, thus deflowering my boyish body completely, and finally granting me the great Gift of his Seed, Sir, which -in spite of the great and excruciating physical pain of my fully ravaged rectum (which actually took weeks to recover)- filled me with the deepest gratitude and definitely was the most moving, impressive and signifying experience in all of my young life, Sir, which I still am able to revive second by second, Sir Master Sir!
Enjoy! He Thong
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Deflowering
Sir, mighty He Thong Master Sir, when I reached my early puberty, at the age of nine, I fell madly in love with a young and well-built man of 22 in my hometown, whom I met at the local swimming pool, and having the exceptional and impressive height of 2.18 m (!), Sir, which to me was the pinnacle of Magnitude as I never had seen before, Sir. Sir, to experience the size of his body immediately opposite or next to me could make me feel almost euphoric, Sir. Sir, the sight of his big strong hands, large feet and strong thighs made me fantasize explicitly to be his personal playmate or toy, Sir, without fully understanding its significance, Sir. Sir, I admit to You as my Master of Secrets, I cunningly entered his home at night to watch him undress an bathe his strong and virile male body, Sir, which I feel obliged to confess to You, eroticized my young body enormously and had me masturbate extensively over this image for nights in a row, and often in daytime too, even during class, not able to control my permanent arousal over his huge body, Sir, which I believe You know a boy in that condition is forced to give in to, Sir.
Sir, I have to speak also of the summer holiday, a few years later, in which -under false pretenses- I was allowed to stay at his home, Sir, during which I actually was able not only to watch (and measure!) his impressive erect Cock of Magnitude and Splendor (I specifically remember it to have measured not less than 24 cm!) several times, especially while he was sleeping, but also secretly witnessed him caress his own magnificent naked body and masturbate several times lying naked on his bed and while showering in the morning, which felt like watching a God in all of his Glory, Sir, and made me feel so privileged and alive and euphoric, Sir. Sir, this young man felt so comfortable with his magnificent body, that eventually he didn’t mind me watching him naked, including showing his regular magnificent morning boner, and even -occasionally- allowing me to stroke and massage him, while jerking off, Sir, which made me so proud and blissful, Sir!
Sir, Master He Thong Sir and Owner of my most intimate feelings, Sir, I should inform You too, in all humility and honesty, that after I eventually took the courage to admit my deep love and devotion for him, one night, in a decisive, fierce entanglement of our horny naked bodies, this virile young man of excellence and magnificent stature actually managed to force his potent and enormous Manhood deep into me, thus deflowering my boyish body completely, and finally granting me the great Gift of his Seed, Sir, which -in spite of the great and excruciating physical pain of my fully ravaged rectum (which actually took weeks to recover)- filled me with the deepest gratitude and definitely was the most moving, impressive and signifying experience in all of my young life, Sir, which I still am able to revive second by second, Sir Master Sir!