Be a Good Boy For Me

It's perfect. Just like my pet.

Ordering him to undress and kneel. Cuffing his hands behind his back and securing a spider gag on his mouth. Collar and leash already on. I stick the dildo on the floor, lube it up, and command him to get on. Panic rises in his eyes, but I reassure him as I drag him over and push him down myself. The head enters almost easy, his shaft is a problem tho, my boy is a girthy one. The further down I press, the more he whines and pleads for pause around the gag. But he never pushes back. My sweet boy. Knows exactly how to please me.

Especially as I set the mirror in front of him, and the camera behind him, so I can catch and immortalise every angle of how my perfect slut fucks himself on his own cock, while getting choked with his leash. How he moans like a whore while his own dick splits him in half. His own head hitting his prostate, while his actual member flops in the air, slaps the floor, and makes a mess, sending threads of precome everywhere. And I remind him how needy he is, how filthy, how desperate. He wants to come so bad he's willing to abuse himself. He's such a greedy whore, he'd open his legs and spread his cheeks for any cock, even his own. He just wants to get fucked. Like a dick hungry cunt. Because that's all he's good for. A starving hole begging to be filled. Ready to be filmed. To be sold. And he loves it too. Watching how pathetically his cock flops turns him on. Hearing how disgusting he is makes him harder. My slut loves to be put in his place. Tied and fucked. A dog to be used and abused. That's all he is. And all he'll ever be.

As soon as the words leave my mouth my pretty angel is coming his brains out. Gorgeous dick shooting out come all over the floor, in the air, over the mirror. It's glorious.

So I can't help but pull out the second dildo, securing the strap over my hips. I bend down just as my pet starts to slow his movements, and I press the controls, toy in his ass coming to life, vibrating and thrusting at max power from the get go. I know it's too much, and he almost immediately yelps and tries to get off. That's why I have to push him and hold him back down. Good thing I'm just as strong as him, sometimes even more so. I can make him bottom out, cheeks kissing the floor as the dildo murders his hole and he's howling, distorted by the gag. But I put it there for a reason, as soon as he starts screaming properly, I feed the second cock through the opening. His own dick now fucking his face too while impaling him from underneath. Spit roasted by his own cock. I moan and grind the base against my clit as I hit the back of his throat, fist wrapped in his hair, moving his head up and down and making his eyes water. Telling him how beautiful he looks, fucking himself on both ends, all holes filled and pumped like all good sluts deserve. My lovely angel, my own personal free use whore. To play and toy with as I like. To watch back too, now that I have him on film. To listen to the recording of his whimpers, his pleas. His gagging and choking too. Might have to set it as the tone on our bell, so everyone who rings our door can know what kind of a needy hole I live with. Or better yet, set it as the answering tone on our landline, then put the number in the local paper, and have the whole town calling without him being allowed to answer. So everyone we've ever known hears how much of a pathetic cock slut my pretty boy is.

And he's coming again, lovely dick untouched, choking on my strap, while his ass gets murdered by the toy. His eyes crossed and rolled back, I pull out only for his drool to connect with the tip in a filthy web of spit. I press my thumb down and hold his tongue out. My perfect boy. I have to take a picture with his phone. I set it as his wallpaper so my toy can see exactly how cute he is while he comes for me. Might mess around and print it as a magnet too. So every time he walks into the kitchen, he's reminded of who owns him. Who owns his pretty holes too.